Inde HC based Sabrina, PKMN || Cas art by @ichimakesart
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A small box arrives at Sabrina's office. Its wooden, sealed with a replica painted marsh badge that splits in two as the lock.
Inside are a set of apricorn balls, each hand-carved and painted to be replicas of regular ultra balls. They're almost indistinguishable unless you hold them and examine them closely.
Attached is a small note, written in Gold's signature cursive.
`Dear Sabrina,
I carved you these from the first successful batch of Apricorns grown from the seeds you let me pull from Silph's vault. Only fitting you should be the first. These balls only contain the neccesary safety measures and software to synchronise with the Pokecenter's machines.
They are technically untraceble within the League's database, are not registered to your ID or those of your team and lack the flaws that make them capable of being remotely sealed or locked. The latch is manual and it is linked to an internal release for each of your team, also manual.
Consider it a thank you for everything you have done for me over the years. Times are hard, but it is good to know there are those that care about you and will stand by your side. I have always considered you as doing both for me, and it is certainly true from me to you in return.
-- Gold
P.S: When all is said and done with BF, we should go racing again. I've missed it.
The old script makes her mouth twitch more than anything else. Gold and her were somewhat of an old fashioned pair of friends. Old fashioned in this case was harkening the days of yore when grandiose gestures and dying for your comrades honor was a particularly popular notion.
This present was an admission to her that her acts as Silph Corporation's de facto despot and CEO had the Champion's blessing as well as its support.
If she truly wanted to, there would be enough muscle in this bond to make the world her personal sandbox and kick over or build as many castles as she wished to.
As it was, the whole world under her heel wasn't necessary or interesting as a goal, to her. There would always be wars between nations, conflicts between sects, and futile grabs for power. The world would always be turning forward and every conqueror always has their name as an epitaph in history texts.
Sabrina took each ultra ball in her hand to test it, feeling the light and organic smoothness to the chassis between her fingers. It's a good feeling to be holding these things that ooze with respect and kindness to her. She sends him a text, pulling pokeballs off of her belt to transfer her monsters.
(txt): We can race when this is over.
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"Check this out!!" They're levitating a few rocks and twigs!! With their mind!!! How cool is that???
Huh. It looked like she had a baby esper on her hands.
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"Sure."
She crosses her arms, listening to his thoughts.
"I go to the Dojo on Fridays to train. I'll be there if you want to learn some things."
His face would shift into a mildly accusatory expression, eyelids slanting just a tad more than usual.
[ I'm not compulsive. I'm reactive. There's a difference. ]
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"I think you should hire people to work for you. You're right. It's not fair. Your self sacrificing management of every aspect of the craft will kill you by forty."
Her default expression is a frown, but it deepens to a degree that becomes unhappy, no matter how impressive the workload was. Hard working as a personality trait meant nothing if there wasn't a balance between the work and actual expression. Sabrina taps her purple coffin nails into her phone case in thought. She settles into Misty's head comfortably.
"Brock has an enormous family, and Erika hires people to tend to her plants. They have people working for them that meet the demands of the job. You should hire more people. Train them, too. Your scope of care has exceeded your capacity to do it."
❝ There's no need to thank me! I think it's cool. ❞
The question doesn't catch her off-guard as it normally would, maybe because Sabrina could already see what was constantly on her mind already. She had a strict schedule that she adhered to, from waking up at 5am every day to how long her days ran during the week. She only closed on weekends, but even then, they were not considered days off for her.
❝ I've always been busy with it, even after I was promoted, ❞ she explains offhandedly, like it's no big deal. ❝ It's not just my pokémon—my sisters house theirs there as well. There's always something to do. Keeping the pokémon healthy and happy, cleaning, training, battles; you name it. Even something as simple as keeping the water clean is a big ask because each tank houses different pokémon. They all have different needs. Some are freshwater, some are saltwater. Some are purely marine, some live on land. Some are hybrid We do our best, y'know? Daisy's also been struggling, so it's not fair to leave her to do it on her own, especially after she tried to help me when I first took over. ❞
❝ We're all busy, I'm not doubting that. Maybe Brock and Erika have better time management? I don't know. ❞
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"I mean you're compulsive."
A point blank analysis.
[ Growing... ]
His expression would harden, after that. [ My mind. What do you mean by that? ]
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"We have to send the Fog into oblivion. There is a plan-"
And as she spoke, she wove into his mind images of the proposal and the possible futures that it brought with it. For everything she could anticipate, she could never see the outcomes regarding the Fog. She painted quick images of machinery and research they had done, of the coffin they had uncovered and studied to death. She painted a picture of a Silph Master Ball being corroded. She told him everything she could.
"We are part of that plan. I want you to try and reason with Kiyo first, because he has taken root in the laboratory the coffin is held in. Likely on orders from the monster."
Sabrina released him from the mental tapestry with a wave of her hand.
"It should give myself and the Ghost Master Matsuba enough time to get into the lab, and begin running the counter frequency to the frequency of the sarcophagus. One you are done, you can return to us. We need protection while we do this."
It's going to escalate into a full scale war, and the Fog already is retaliating.
Sabrina advances, and Bruno can detect a rare undercurrent of urgency rippling beneath her even tone. Kiyo's fallen to the Fog. Help.
The titanic Elite doesn't protest her claims, though a frown still cracks his stony features. Just as expected, she'd sensed Kiyo's growing, ominous presence as well. Sabrina's telekinetic presence remains so formidable as it looms over the calm, rolling plane of his mind--but he still allows her to roam freely, not unlike a familiar houseguest invited across the threshold. Reclusive as he is, Bruno has never had much to hide from others.
(If Sabrina looks hard enough, she might be able to spot a fleeting glimmer between the master's undulating waves of thought. A small, foolish hope, wondering if he's not too late. Still entertaining if Kiyo can still be wrenched back across the veil.)
Bruno had been sealed away when the Fog first tried to consume everything, but now--just as Will's Xatu had prophesized earlier--his involvement in quelling its calamitous return appears inevitable. Sabrina is right. No matter Bruno's role or purpose, it is his responsibility to help see things through this time. (His penance. How many lives had already been lost due to his inaction?)
Inhale. Exhale. Bruno slowly rises from his meditation with a nod of understanding, and the chamber flames waver. (He does not.)
"Tell me what I need to do."
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"The Marsh Badge is my lesson I taught you when I was sixteen. I've changed. You still have some growing to do, because your resolve in combat is strong, but your mind needs more training."
[ I'm just happy I get to keep my badge. ] Red scratches the back of his chin. [ You've gotten stronger, though. I can see it, feel it. Newer trainers need to watch out for you. ]
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"We've been training for these fights. You're one of the few that can surpass my Pokemon. It's impressive."
[ You had me worried for a little while. You put up a good fight.]
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"You did well. It's not every day I taste defeat."
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After the dust settles, she wipes the sweat from her eyes with the back of her hand. She's sore.
"Knew you'd win if I gave it my all."
@bluesthebest
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Glaring back.
"You still don't have my badge."
"............."
Glaring at her.
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Sabrina has a couple nicknames that specific people get to call her. "Juju" is one of them. As is "Beebee". Her starring role in Pokestar studios really was her breakout, and she's pretty close friends with everyone involved. Her main character "Queen Bellelba" Or "Queen Jujube" was the origin for the cutesy names.
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She's going to hold the fact he didn't take her Gym Challenge over his head for the rest of his life.
@bluesthebest
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"Thank you."
Sabrina stayed quiet for a while, filtering through thoughts and contextual clues inside her mind. There's a lot in there. Training regiments, pool care, a lot of responsibility worries. She took back her phone and scrolled through some of her more complex projects. There were dolls in here, of course, as well, but that wasn't the focus.
"Why? Why are you busy and Brock and Erika aren't?"
She looks through the photos that are presented to her curiously. She knew to some extent that Sabrina would be into this stuff, but never to the point that the other Gym Leader built and painted them herself.
"Oh wow," Misty says, clearly impressed as she continues to scroll through the gallery. The intricacy, the talent. ❝ These are beautiful. You've done a great job! ❞
Misty blinks at the feelings of some pressure inside of her mind. It reminds her slightly of Starmie's mental touch. She doesn't mind. ❝ I just don't have time, ❞ she admits. ❝ Between everything I have to do with the gym and my own training, it doesn't leave me a lot of personal time, y'know? I barely have time to cook for myself these days. Brock and Erika have been my lifesavers in that regard. ❞
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