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“You’re one of Professor Oak’s aides.” He turns and looks down at her.

“You could say that.” A pause, and then he smiles.

“And? Not coming back to make another attempt at a Championship, are you?”

She allows the slightest upward turn of her lips. “Fortunately for you, no. I’m looking for Koga.”

“Of course you are.”

“Well?” She crosses her arms, brows raised.

“He isn’t in. Care to leave a message?”

Her head tilts, and she considers calling his bluff. His game is one she remembers too well. “Professor Oak had questions for him. Something about Dragalge poison.”

“And he couldn’t simply... call?”

“I have samples.” It’s a bold-faced lie, which they both know. She’s in a dress with no pockets, carrying nothing.

He pauses, shrugs, and turns back to what he was doing before she slipped quietly into the room. “I’ll let him know.” This is a lure, and she knows she’s expected to take the bait. He isn’t dismissing her yet.

Still, she turns to leave--makes it three, four, five steps, nearly to the door before it happens--

“You’re different now.”

Blue stops without turning. “You’re not.” There’s amusement in her voice, but it’s dry. “Didn’t you get the memo about the masks? We don’t have to wear them anymore.”

She hears the quiet rustle of his clothes, the soft tap of his shoes approaching, and she turns to meet him.

“I’d been wondering when you’d come for a visit. It isn’t in your character to leave things alone, is it?”

“I can see when an avenue isn’t worth pursuing.”

His chuckle is faint, slightly melodic. Her smile is vicious. “Would you like to tell me why you’re really here, or shall I tell you?” They stand just slightly apart now, face-to-mask. His eyes are bright.

“Reading my mind is cheating, Will.”

“You’ve never turned down a game before just because the odds were stacked against you.”

“I don’t play games unless I know I’ll win. And that was only ever a game to you.”

He smiles like a Sharpedo, all slow and sly. “And still, I’m the only one you can rely on for closure. Who else could possibly understand your experience?”

“Certainly not you. You chose to be there.”

“I think you’re giving Pryce too much credit. If I’d declined, would it have made a difference?”

“Don’t act like our situations were the same, Will. I was five.”

“You’re surprisingly hostile, considering you claimed to have forgiven the man.”

She bristles at that, and hates herself for it. “I said I pitied him, and knew that leaving him alone to suffer was the worst punishment we could give him. I said he was pathetic.”

“You still hate him.”

She pauses, and seems to consider this. Nothing needs to be said in confirmation; they both know it. She’s never hated, will never hate, anyone the way she hates Pryce. It’s carved into her bones, permanent and enduring.

“You have every right to it,” he says after a brief moment. “I’d think you stupid otherwise.”

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me: hey kid what's up

serena: sorry i don't have eyes or ears, i can neither see nor hear you

me: good talk

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Her smile, I’m sure, burnt Rome to the ground.

Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via theliteraryjournals)

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me: you know, you're a real enigma.

maxie: Is that so?

me: you've changed a lot since the start of team magma. you used to have a vision--a real vision. obviously, you were wrong--

maxie: The villain of every story is the hero of their own--

me: yeaaaah but now you're just... this horrible shadow of the person you used to be. at least before you really believed you were helping to improve the world? now you're just... seeking destruction for the sake of it. you're just a loose canon.

maxie: Perhaps. That doesn't necessarily mean I'm not aiming at something.

me: give me something to work with here.

maxie: Once you become possessed by something as ancient and primal as the Red Orb, which may I remind you is not just a tool used to control Groudon but is a physical manifestation of Hoenn's natural energy, there is no return to what you were before. A human does not get to go back to the mundane after becoming a vessel for something that grand. There's a shadow of it that stays with you. It leaves a certain hollowness.

me: that's what the hallucinogens are for, then? you're trying to recreate the feeling to fill in the emptiness the Orb left.

maxie: It's proved to be roughly as effective as hoping a black hole will evaporate before it consumes you.

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I want to love, but my hair smells of war and running and running.

Warsan Shire (via the-unintended-muse)

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me: good morning sunshine how are you holding up

serena: [sputtering and crying in french looking at her own reflection]

me: cool i'll check in later

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darkrai: I should have seen this.

me: you chose focusing your attention on her over nightmare omnipresence. you literally couldn't have.

darkrai: I can only protect her from this in ways that she would not appreciate.

me: consider that she doesn't need your protection. in fact, you know she doesn't.

darkrai: That does nothing to put my concerns to rest. I'd sooner be able to tell her this is my doing, again.

me: but you won't.

darkrai: The best thing I can do for her for the time being is to stay away.

me: can you actually do that?

darkrai: Perhaps.

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darkrai: Really.

me: begone thot

me: go bother your own protag

darkrai: If you insist.

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gemini feed || banks

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History is written by survivors. And I am surely that.

Blue (via incorrect-pokespe-quotes)

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reblog if you’re gay because of ghosts

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I’ll give them shelter like you’ve done for me

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me: so how are we feeling!

phoebe: i felt like i stumbled blind into some total bullshit and still have no idea what happened? i don't have anything at all against morty but i'll be in sidney's corner every time no matter what, so... it was weird! but hey look at this mimikyu--

me: ok! serena you're up

serena: do not talk to me. i'm texting shauna, and frankly still offended that you would have even jokingly thought i'm the type of girl who would humor the attentions of someone like grimsley beyond the professional realm for even a second. also, i beat him.

serena: ... but i will say that i had not realized how much i used to want rin's approval until we spoke last night. that's all.

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me: what's up. what's shakin. what are you doing

serena: you will crucify me for anything i say at this point so, no

me: that's fair actually

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Blue: No, it’d be against my moral compass.

Green: Your fucking moral compass is a roulette wheel!

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It’s called a hustle, sweetheart.

Blue (via incorrect-pokespe-quotes)