Set in the original region of Arciel, Legends Rising is a route-inspired, but not strictly route-based, Pokemon roleplay. Pick a faction, pick a class, and strike out into the wild to take on the League, master Contest coordination, research the mysteries of Pokemon and Arciel, and much, much more. Will you be a classic trainer? A criminal? A farmer? Choose your destiny on Legends Rising.
A small half-laugh escaped from Juni as Eliza mentioned the choice of names. Mimi the Mimikyu, sounded about right. It had seemed like the woman was about to ask something but then was distracted by her phone. Juni grabbed the railing and then checked her own phone. There was nothing all that interesting right then, just an assurance that she would, in fact, make it to the conference on time. Great, yeah, that was still happen—
Juni had made the mistake of looking up and meeting that wide distant stare in Eliza’s. “Hey are you o—“ Juni immediately dropped off as Eliza suddenly vented out loud— or out loud in that mental way. For a hot second, Juni didn’t even realize Eliza hadn’t actually spoken. Reddish orange eyes blinked in rapid succession. Ivy…. Town? What about Ivy Town? What was wrong—But those projected thoughts were changing, and Juni was getting more and more uncomfortable and confused by the second.
“Are you— Are you ok??” she asked not attempting to get closer to Eliza but not able to raise her voice above a weak note.
Post by Elizabeth "Eliza" Joan on Apr 24, 2020 16:00:05 GMT
» WORD COUNT, 343 » (13 / 15 Posts)
"Why do you surround yourself with people who will hurt you!? Why do you try to change people like him?! Didn't you learn anything from the first hundred tries?!"
Eliza held her own head in her hand, thoughts still spiraling. For every one that told herself to calm, to breathe, that she would only hurt herself if she kept this up, a dozen more screeched out in frustration. It wasn't Arietta's fault. It wasn't her fault. She just had horrible taste in partners, she just had bad luck, people just weren't trustworthy in any way or shape or form. Unless she could read their thoughts and know the sort of person they were--unless Eliza could do the same, and steer her away--she'd just get hurt. But it was never her fault. So she said.
And so Elizabeth needed to hold onto, for her own sanity. Admitting Arietta was the problem would mean admitting that there were problems in the people she loved and trusted. Eliza refused to admit that. Refused to even humor the idea.
"No." She responded in a harsh breath, and she let go of her phone to hold the other side of her head with her hands, shoulders tense and elbows tight at her sides. The phone didn't fall. It just hovered in the air in the same place she'd left it, like an astronaut letting go of something in space. It gleamed faintly blue as it floated. "Don't talk. Makes. Makes it worse. I can. Stop it. Just stop."
"You don't matter you're a stranger you can't help at all. I need to get to Plum I need to see Ari I need to make sure she's okay. I need to make sure Elise is okay. I need to see Callie. I need to see Levy. I need to needto need--"
THUNK. Eliza suddenly flinched as Mimichu's wooden tail smacked hard into the back of her head, and her posture deflated. The screeching in her head halted.
Juni’s lips parted, pressed together, and parted again. She’d been very clearly told to stop, so that was exactly what she did. An awkward hand reached up to feel through her messy auburn hair and then lightly pull it within the ponytail. She was curious but not curious enough to potentially invoke recourse on herself. She shifted from one foot to the other and just watched.
…And later she’d be embarrassed to admit how long it took her to actually see the floating phone and the energy surrounding it. “Atch??” Juni slapped a hand over her mouth and took a deep breath of calm again. She’d heard of psychics. She’d seen the likes of Liza and Tate. The thoughts bombarding her mind and the item floating around her were just extensions of psychic power. This was fine. This was fine. But it wasn’t considering this same psychic seemed to be on the verge of a sudden breakdown from hell.
Should she run? Was that an option? Run and get help or something? For what and how? Who could help? And then on some unknown cue, Eliza’s Pokemon did. As Eliza deflated, Juni felt herself slowly calm as well. Her eyes flashed from the girl and then down into the ferry’s cabin and then back again. Looking down, she checked her watch. “If the ferry is on time….” Which it should have been. “We should be there any minute…” It was mumbled, a stream of awkward consciousness. Whomever Eliza needed to see would be there, yeah? Something like that, hopefully, maybe. Yikes.
Post by Elizabeth "Eliza" Joan on May 4, 2020 2:06:44 GMT
» WORD COUNT, 460 » (14 / 15 Posts)
Breathe. I need to stop. I need to stop thinking for a second. Elizabeth's whole body slumped slightly, though she kept her head in her hands. She was still so mad. She was still so scared. Juni's words bounced off of her mind and popped like soap bubbles. They'd be there any minute? Was that soon enough? These ferries--she hated these ferries. Her friend was hurting and she wasn't able to help her again because of how long it took. How many times did this have to happen before she got smart, and had means to cross these waters faster. Something that could fly, or something that could swim faster. After that time--
Eliza lowered her hands, lowering one to rest under her floating phone which fell quite suddenly into its grasp. She pushed it into the pocket of her coat and, side-eyeing the umbrella she'd dropped but hadn't managed to "catch", started toward the stairs. "You can use it now." She muttered, voice quiet and rough as she made her way back up the stairs. The lightning and storm clouds had gone, though a faint, hazy drizzle still covered the deck. Eliza lifted her hand over her head and felt...something, some extension of herself that was neither a limb or sense in itself, and her hand glowed just faintly enough that as she swiped it over her head it left a faint afterimage in the air. And she stepped out onto the deck.
The rain water fell around her, tapping and sliding off the force above her head. It didn't make the pleasing sounds of rain on the umbrella--it didn't really make a noise at all--and it wasn't perfect. Her feet and lower legs were getting wet. But she didn't really care. When she got like this she had to get it out one way or another. And she didn't want to get it out by screeching more at a stranger.
If she was anyone who mattered, this would look bad for the band.
Elizabeth looked back down the stairwell, meeting Juni's gaze, then walked toward the front of the boat. In her hood she head Mimichu shuffling her little game device into the backpack, lest it risk getting wet, and hissing in displeasure.
<So stupid.>
"Keep your commentary to yourself," she said aloud, to no audible voice. Mimi tapped her wooden mallet against the back of her trainer's head again.
<All of you.>
Eliza rolled her eyes and stared out over the bow of the ship. Plum was so close. Right there. Couldn't this stupid ship go any faster? If she could make herself levitate, dammit, this would be over with already. She hated feeling weak.
….! Juni looked from the umbrella to Eliza and back again several times. She wanted to say something, but she had no idea what. As Eliza headed out towards the deck again, Juni stood there for a moment longer. A hand reached up and ruffled her hair mushing it slowly. What the heck… What the heck? What the heck? Did she want to follow her up there? Should she technically? It’s not my job to keep after a stranger…. But she was none the less concerned, not just for the girl’s powers but for the girl herself. As much as Eliza was a stranger, she was also a stranger in some kind of distress.
Ugh she hated this. Grabbing the umbrella, Juni started up onto the deck again. She struggled to open it and then haphazardly let her arm drop with it half opened. Staring out at the girl staring out at Plum Island, Juni bit her lower lip. This wasn’t her place. This wasn’t her problem. But still. “….If you need someone to talk to, I don't gossip.” It was a singular call, a statement. And then Juni took a step back and under the awning again and just sighed. She could at least say she tried.
Post by Elizabeth "Eliza" Joan on May 14, 2020 14:54:17 GMT
» WORD COUNT, 260 » (15 / 15 Posts) CLEAR
Eliza turned only just enough to make out the head of blood-red hair in the corner of her gaze. She'd followed her? She hadn't thought she would. She'd just thrown the umbrella at her feet because that's what she had asked for. Given it, she should have just gone off to her own thing. Her smokes, disgusting poison, or whatever else she chose to do with it. Elizabeth didn't need it. She could just buy another. Why was she followed, then? And why was Juni still talknig?
Her head turned away again to stare at Plum through the haze of gray rain.
Had she followed out of altruism? Out of worry for a total stranger?
So stupid.
In a clearer state of mind, Elizabeth could have come up with something to make it look like she was fine. Apologize, smile, go back to being separate entities on the same ship. If Juni were a fan this would be horrible. Or maybe not. Maybe she could have spun it like one of Ara's blogs so that any mud slung her direction would be met by a wall of supportive, unwavering fans. But she wasn't Arietta. And she was not in a better state of mind. And she didn't have time for this.
Elizabeth turned her head, but not her body, to look at Juni with narrowed, bitterly cold eyes. "If I need to talk, I'll find somebody who matters. Not you. Fuck off."
Juni’s brows knit together. Welp, she tried, yeah? That was her due diligence as a stranger then. She could rest easy knowing she hadn't at least walked away without saying anything, and that was enough for her right then. “Fine,” she answered plain, simple, done. Turning, she headed back down to the archway that led back to the cabin again. Very briefly, her gaze flickered back to the girl again, and she had to wonder just what the hell was going on with her. Granted, as she’d just said, not her problem.
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