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Fitting title to be thought of later.
Who: Franziska von Karma (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
forperfectstats) and Snow Villiers (savethefarron)
Where: Ilex Forest/Azalea Town
When: Thursday, late afternoon
Summary: The hunt for rare Pokemon ends in tragedy as Franziska von Karma is trapped, a victim of the thunderstorm. Meanwhile, Snow's closely guarded secret and meticulous planning is about to become undone. What will happen? Will Franziska survive? What is Snow hiding? Find out all these things and more, in this very log!
Rating: PG? i have no idea
Log:
A drizzle of rain continued to leak through the canopies of trees above, dampening the air around. It wasn't even evening yet, but within the confines of Ilex Forest it was almost dark as night. Franziska scrunched up her face with annoyance as a drop fell on her cheek, her gloved hands constricting around a bent riding crop. She and her Pokemon had been here since morning, hoping to catch a glimpse (and eventually capture) the elusive grass Pokemon she saw only once in her previous visits. Her current team had the fatal flaw of being weak to water, and what better to fill an empty space with than a rare Pokemon like Chikorita? Several hours and an acre of forest in, however, she was beginning to doubt if she would ever come across one. The newly evolved Ledian trailed slowly behind her, exhausted by the intensity of battle. Unable to keep up, he wearily called out to her.
“We can't give up yet, I refuse to!” She muttered back irritably, forcefully striding further into the forest. “I refuse to have hours of my time wasted to come back empty-handed.” There was another feeble protest from the Ledian, causing Franziska to sharply spin round with her hand clenching the crop even tighter; “You know very well that neither Ida nor Paragon will battle effectively in this weather. You won't be returned to your PokeBall until I've finished here, understood?”
The weak nod in reply was cut short by the entire forest lighting up in a flash, the unexpected rumble a few seconds later making them both jump. The storm was much closer than Franziska has originally anticipated. Now keenly aware of the chill inhabiting the air, she bit her lip in frustrated uncertainty. It was cold. And wet. The storm was approaching fast. And, despite all her efforts to appear otherwise, she was just as tired as the Pokemon she just scolded. She knew it would be extremely reckless of her to continue in these circumstances, no matter how much her pride wanted her to carry on.
There was a pause of deliberation, of her weighing up the different outcomes in her mind. Eventually, she opened her mouth with a defeated sigh, “...Alright.” The grip on her riding crop relaxed. “We'll continue this another day. Let's go back to the Pokemon Center.” With this in mind she looked around, seeking the path she came from.
But she was so caught up in pushing herself to find a Chikorita, so caught up in silencing the irritating cries of the Pokemon following her... she didn't pay sufficient attention to where she was going. She couldn't remember.
No, she had to remember. No Von Karma would do such an imperfect and foolish thing as to get lost so easily. Furthermore, she was keeping track of the path until this point and she was sure that if she just had a moment to gather her thoughts and recall...
“This way. We're going this way.” Her Ledian stared blankly at her as Franziska made her way east, he followed her cautiously. It wasn't until they reached a dead end that her face showed how unsure she really was.
She whipped her head round frantically as she hastened down the path she just came, missing a crucial turning. Another dead end. How could this be? This forest made no sense! She should be exactly were she was a few minutes ago! Cold, weak and frustrated, she pressed her hands against the tree in front of her, trying to clear her head and lean on it for balance. She could feel the rigid, patterned bark beneath her gloves, slightly wet from the rain.
“Ledi--”
“Shut up!” She turned, her voice and movements sharp.“Can't you see that I'm-” But with the sharp movements, her feet suddenly gave way under the wet grass below, sending her backwards into the tree she was leaning on a moment ago. “Ack!” Her back sore on the muddy forest floor, she was positioned at a sloping angle with her shoulders, head and neck propped up uncomfortably by the base of the tree, bruised from the impact. Her damp hair snagged on the bark. “...Ugh...!” With her palms flat on the ground, she pushed off to haul herself up. “...This is all your...”
The next flash of light and thunderclap happened simultaneously. Franziska's ragged breaths and the slow, agonising crack of the wide tree by the side of her were the only things to be heard – before the slam of the tree hitting against another. She opened her eyes, shaking, to see that she had just narrowly escaped being crushed. The fallen tree was barely an inch above her stomach, just stopped from falling on her by the tree on the opposite side catching it. But despite remaining unharmed, she couldn't move, effectively pinned to the ground. Her neck, still propped up by the base of tree behind her, clicked with her awkward attempts at movement. This couldn't be happening. She had to get out. She couldn't be trapped here! Eyes wide in alarm, she attempted to push against the tree with her lightly scratched arms, to no effect. No matter how much she pushed, it was stuck; no matter how much she kicked, she couldn't force her way out with her legs. It was a pathetic sight, a young girl with half her body caked in mud and grass, futilely struggling against the trunk of a tree while a distressed Ledian fails to lift it in spite of all desire to free her.
The cold was miserable. Franziska shuddered and coughed as the light drizzle through the treetops now became heavier than ever. She found it difficult to breathe in the damp, cloying air surrounding her, smothering in the height of panic.
“D-Do something! Get me out of here!” After receiving an anxious look back, she screamed; “Just go get someone who can get me out of this mess! I-I don't care who, just-” The Ledian continued to stare, not know whether to leave his trainer or not. “What are you hovering about there for, you foolishly foolish...! NOW! JUST GO NOW!”
Hearing a cough rougher than before, the Ledian dashed through the air as quick as he could fly. There was one person he knew that could help her. He just had to get through the dense forest first...
forperfectstats) and Snow Villiers (savethefarron)Where: Ilex Forest/Azalea Town
When: Thursday, late afternoon
Summary: The hunt for rare Pokemon ends in tragedy as Franziska von Karma is trapped, a victim of the thunderstorm. Meanwhile, Snow's closely guarded secret and meticulous planning is about to become undone. What will happen? Will Franziska survive? What is Snow hiding? Find out all these things and more, in this very log!
Rating: PG? i have no idea
Log:
A drizzle of rain continued to leak through the canopies of trees above, dampening the air around. It wasn't even evening yet, but within the confines of Ilex Forest it was almost dark as night. Franziska scrunched up her face with annoyance as a drop fell on her cheek, her gloved hands constricting around a bent riding crop. She and her Pokemon had been here since morning, hoping to catch a glimpse (and eventually capture) the elusive grass Pokemon she saw only once in her previous visits. Her current team had the fatal flaw of being weak to water, and what better to fill an empty space with than a rare Pokemon like Chikorita? Several hours and an acre of forest in, however, she was beginning to doubt if she would ever come across one. The newly evolved Ledian trailed slowly behind her, exhausted by the intensity of battle. Unable to keep up, he wearily called out to her.
“We can't give up yet, I refuse to!” She muttered back irritably, forcefully striding further into the forest. “I refuse to have hours of my time wasted to come back empty-handed.” There was another feeble protest from the Ledian, causing Franziska to sharply spin round with her hand clenching the crop even tighter; “You know very well that neither Ida nor Paragon will battle effectively in this weather. You won't be returned to your PokeBall until I've finished here, understood?”
The weak nod in reply was cut short by the entire forest lighting up in a flash, the unexpected rumble a few seconds later making them both jump. The storm was much closer than Franziska has originally anticipated. Now keenly aware of the chill inhabiting the air, she bit her lip in frustrated uncertainty. It was cold. And wet. The storm was approaching fast. And, despite all her efforts to appear otherwise, she was just as tired as the Pokemon she just scolded. She knew it would be extremely reckless of her to continue in these circumstances, no matter how much her pride wanted her to carry on.
There was a pause of deliberation, of her weighing up the different outcomes in her mind. Eventually, she opened her mouth with a defeated sigh, “...Alright.” The grip on her riding crop relaxed. “We'll continue this another day. Let's go back to the Pokemon Center.” With this in mind she looked around, seeking the path she came from.
But she was so caught up in pushing herself to find a Chikorita, so caught up in silencing the irritating cries of the Pokemon following her... she didn't pay sufficient attention to where she was going. She couldn't remember.
No, she had to remember. No Von Karma would do such an imperfect and foolish thing as to get lost so easily. Furthermore, she was keeping track of the path until this point and she was sure that if she just had a moment to gather her thoughts and recall...
“This way. We're going this way.” Her Ledian stared blankly at her as Franziska made her way east, he followed her cautiously. It wasn't until they reached a dead end that her face showed how unsure she really was.
She whipped her head round frantically as she hastened down the path she just came, missing a crucial turning. Another dead end. How could this be? This forest made no sense! She should be exactly were she was a few minutes ago! Cold, weak and frustrated, she pressed her hands against the tree in front of her, trying to clear her head and lean on it for balance. She could feel the rigid, patterned bark beneath her gloves, slightly wet from the rain.
“Ledi--”
“Shut up!” She turned, her voice and movements sharp.“Can't you see that I'm-” But with the sharp movements, her feet suddenly gave way under the wet grass below, sending her backwards into the tree she was leaning on a moment ago. “Ack!” Her back sore on the muddy forest floor, she was positioned at a sloping angle with her shoulders, head and neck propped up uncomfortably by the base of the tree, bruised from the impact. Her damp hair snagged on the bark. “...Ugh...!” With her palms flat on the ground, she pushed off to haul herself up. “...This is all your...”
The next flash of light and thunderclap happened simultaneously. Franziska's ragged breaths and the slow, agonising crack of the wide tree by the side of her were the only things to be heard – before the slam of the tree hitting against another. She opened her eyes, shaking, to see that she had just narrowly escaped being crushed. The fallen tree was barely an inch above her stomach, just stopped from falling on her by the tree on the opposite side catching it. But despite remaining unharmed, she couldn't move, effectively pinned to the ground. Her neck, still propped up by the base of tree behind her, clicked with her awkward attempts at movement. This couldn't be happening. She had to get out. She couldn't be trapped here! Eyes wide in alarm, she attempted to push against the tree with her lightly scratched arms, to no effect. No matter how much she pushed, it was stuck; no matter how much she kicked, she couldn't force her way out with her legs. It was a pathetic sight, a young girl with half her body caked in mud and grass, futilely struggling against the trunk of a tree while a distressed Ledian fails to lift it in spite of all desire to free her.
The cold was miserable. Franziska shuddered and coughed as the light drizzle through the treetops now became heavier than ever. She found it difficult to breathe in the damp, cloying air surrounding her, smothering in the height of panic.
“D-Do something! Get me out of here!” After receiving an anxious look back, she screamed; “Just go get someone who can get me out of this mess! I-I don't care who, just-” The Ledian continued to stare, not know whether to leave his trainer or not. “What are you hovering about there for, you foolishly foolish...! NOW! JUST GO NOW!”
Hearing a cough rougher than before, the Ledian dashed through the air as quick as he could fly. There was one person he knew that could help her. He just had to get through the dense forest first...
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So it came as no surprise when Ledian zoomed through the Center's doors, beelining for our worried hero. Snow took a few steps to greet him. "Take me to her," he ordered, a little bit sharply but only because there was fricking lightning outside and he was in a hurry. the Ledian seemed to comprehend that perfectly, turning to speed back out the door, and he took off after it at a run.
The forest was darker than he remembered it, save for the occasional flash of lightning. It was close, but not on top of them, thank the gods. That was one complication he'd prefer to do without right now, especially with the Ledian's form getting harder and harder to see in the dim and the rain, and the ground underfoot getting slipperier and slipperier.
He half-considered shouting for her, but the sound would be lost in the storm, so he decided to save his breath and pick up his pace, until at last, Ledian slowed to a stop. It had stopped above... a fallen tree? And as Snow approached, he realized why: Franziska was under it! And was immensely lucky that it hadn't crushed her, too.
He crouched down beside her for a second, surveying the situation. "Hey, we're gonna get you out of here," he offered by way of reassurance, though he was thoroughly distracted by figuring out how the log was actually sitting.
And then, after a few seconds, he slid his arms under the end of it that held Franziska down and pushed upward. And man, was it not moving at all compared to what he'd hoped. Compared to what he'd been capable of back home. Gritting his teeth, he pulled the log upward with all his might now, and while he didn't have his l'Cie strength, he still wasn't nearly as weak as most people. The log gave a jerk, and once it had been shifted that first inch, it lifted slightly more easily until he held it at chest-height.
"There, watch out." Meaning 'get out of the way so he could put it back down'.
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She stopped pushing at the sound of approaching footsteps. There was an odd sense of relief and shame when it became apparent it was Snow. She would have preferred anyone but him to help her, deep down. What a state she was in. And how dare Snow be around to see that. It was this feeling disgust and shame with herself that caused her not respond to his words and instead watch by, detached, at him trying to lift the log. It was insulting to see how strong he was in comparison; it made Franziska feel all the more weak for it. She despised it, and when Snow gave the okay for her to move, all she could do was glare and twist her mouth into a frown. Her muscles were stiff and her joints ached, which only served to make the situation even more degrading as she slowly but awkwardly maneuvered her body out of the tree's path.
Leaning against another tree to do so, she eventually pulled herself from the ground. She clutched at her arms shyly, part out of habit and comfort, part out of an attempt to warm herself up. But with the feel of something other than frozen skin under the arm, she took her gloved hand off to stare at all the new dirt collected on it. She frowned again; she didn't even want to think of what she looked like from the back.
The chill made her shudder once more, but she stayed silent, looking at the ground and giving no recognition to him.
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So he shrugged it off (it wasn't so bad--he was wearing a dark tank top and a light blue zip-up vest underneath, so he still had some cover from the elements, even though it wasn't much compared to the jacket), stepping over to Franziska and draping it over her shoulders. "I know, 'you don't need my help'. You can hit me later--right now I'm getting you back to the Center."
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Finally she spoke, looking up and turning towards him. "Took you long enough." There was little more for her to say, or rather, little more she felt comfortable in saying. Her Ledian had no such reservations however, buzzing around Snow happily in thanks for rescuing his trainer, perhaps blind to the atmosphere that surrounded her at that moment. She'd usually have half the mind to stop him for being so annoying, but she was still out of it, not quite brought back to present. She coughed lightly.
And when she was sure Snow wasn't looking, she wrapped his jacket around her tighter, using it as a warm shield from the bitter chill.
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He hadn't been looking as she wrapped the jacket tighter, but he could tell the difference between 'letting the coat sit where he'd left it' and 'clinging to the coat for dear life'. But the point stood that with or without the coat, the rain was still soaking her hair and face.
Snow frowned, searching his pockets for--oh, there it was. The tiny umbrella he'd had since Cherrygrove, though he hadn't much needed it until lately. (Note that by 'tiny', it was more 'tiny when collapsed but kinda formidable when unleashed'.) It couldn't cover them both, but he didn't care. He pulled it out, opening the umbrella and holding it over Franziska's head in a way that both shielded her from the rain and (via the umbrella-hand's slight pressure between her shoulder blades) urged her to head back toward the Center.
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Keep a grasp and adjusting whenever the jacket slacked, she felt something cold and metallic touch against her shivering skin; a contrast to the warm fabric underlay surrounding it. Annoyed, she used a hand to open up the offending side so she could take a look and forcefully remove whatever it was if necessary. But her frown only deepened into a murderous scowl when she recognized the design of the pin inside. It was a Zephyr Badge - one, it appears, that he conveniently neglected tell her about. Her hand clenched and shook at the side of the jacket so tightly in a fist that she could very well rip it if she had the strength in her. She wasn't sure what she was insulted more by, the fact that he somehow gained the Badge before her, or that he obtained it without her slightest knowledge and continued to leave her ignorant of it. The only possible way for him to have received the Badge was back in Violet City, more than a week's journey away. Given how long they stayed in Violet, it's highly likely that he obtained it before then. What was he going to do, keep this from her forever? While she pushed every part of herself and her Pokemon in training, was he laughing silently to himself in the knowledge that in the eyes of the Pokemon League, he was the better trainer!?
Almost from reflex she took her riding crop up and slammed it down on Snow's side, causing the other side of the jacket to slightly slip from her shoulders. It was a weak, tired lash that had little impact; for which Franziska became all the more agitated for. Resenting how meek it was, she brought the jacket back to the bare shoulder it had slipped from in an irritated huff and raised a strained voice in anger.
"...How long...? How long did you have the nerve to keep this from me!?" Her eyes pierced straight at him in an unblinking, hurt glare.
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"A few days before we left." He still held the umbrella over her head, but his umbrella-hand wasn't touching her at all anymore. "I... well, I was gonna wait until you got yours, then a couple of days later, say I got mine." But that probably sounded like heinous treachery to Franziska, so as a last-ditch effort, he tried to explain: "I didn't want to upset you."