Post by catherine lewis on Mar 18, 2018 20:42:53 GMT -6
(You know, it's really lucky you found me.) The Patrat's wheezes weakened her boast quite a bit. Moving at a human's pace was not easy when your legs were barely four inches long. Standing at five foot nothing, Catherine wasn't a tall person by any means but she was much taller than the rodent.
Patrats were good at running evade predators, sure. Navigating a crowded city while staying next to Cat (lest you get lost and have to start the search for a trainer all over again) was another story. The ache in her legs was unpleasant but Patrat was determined to overcome it, so along she hustled. (I mean, I've got experience fighting. So it's worth your time, as a new trainer, I mean, bringing me along.)
It wasn't technically a lie. Patrat had fought before. So what if she'd never won? So what if none of her fights had lasted longer than, like, a minute or two before she fled the scene? It had taken her a heck of a long time to find a trainer willing to take her on. She couldn't risk Catherine losing interest. And if that meant fibbing a smidge about her experience here and there, well, so be it. Patrat was not going back to the wild. No ma'am, she was going to be a champion.
Cat nodded eagerly. "Yes, we really are lucky to have found you. I want to get some training in as soon as possible. Maybe after lunch." That was where they were headed now, winding their way through downtown Eridani in search of a restaurant that was neither fast food nor seafood-centric. (Yes, it was a portside city, but did every restaurant and its mother have to have some clever seafood pun in its name? She'd grown up in Verdanturf Town, way too far inland to develop an appreciation for places named the Beached Wailmer. Hard pass.)
Her Drifloon, meanwhile, had anchored herself to Cat by twisting her spindly limbs around Cat's upper arm, a sort of balloon-in-reverse. She mulled over the conversation quietly while Cat tugged her along Eridani's streets. (Oh, good!) The Patrat's voice rose an octave even as she tried to hide her panic; she hadn't expected to have to show her (alleged) skills quite so soon. Before she could say another word, Lily detached herself from Cat's arm and floated down to be eye level with her teammate.
(Is... is it scary, fighting?) The question was whispered so gently, so quietly that Catherine barely heard it. Lily wasn't trying to leave her trainer out of the conversation; she just soft-spoken by nature.
The idea that someone wanted to learn from her - even if it wasn't deserved - positively made the Patrat's day. (A bit, yeah,) she admitted. (But there's a crazy adrenaline rush, y'know? And instincts just kinda kick in.) So what if her instincts usually pushed her to flee rather than fight? Catherine and Lily didn't need to know that pesky detail.
Lily trembled and twisted her thin limbs together. "Have you been injured before?" Cat turned onto another random street, hoping the farther they got from the seashore, the better their odds would be. Both pokemon followed closely at her heels. (Mhm.) Lily let out a gasp, even though the Patrat had literally not provided a single detail. (Cat was a gymnast, you know. She's been injured a bunch, too.) She trembled more violently. These bony creatures always found new ways to harm themselves and it petrified Lily. Patrat, meanwhile, grew a new hop in her tired step because she had something in common with her trainer! Arceus, that was a nice feeling.
Cat stopped halfway down the block and stared at a sign advertising a lunchtime buffet. "A buffet could be okay... I dunno. It's probably mostly seafood, too, but the ones back in Mauville usually had a variety." She shrugged halfheartedly and swung open the doors. Patrat was just happy to be able to sit down so she all but skipped inside. (I think it looks nice,) Lily offered, drawing the smallest smile out of her trainer.
Cat picked up the Patrat when they reached the buffet. "Here, Patty." (Catherine had no right to complain about punny seafood restaurant names when she'd named a Patrat Patty. The irony was lost on her.) "Just lemme know what you want and I'll grab it. Lily, I'm not sure there's much here for ghosts." Lily shrugged good-naturedly and hovered nearby while Cat grabbed two plates.
Patty eyed some mashed potatoes and glanced up at Cat. (Are we fighting immediately after lunch or, like, taking a break?) She spoke louder than usual so Cat could hear her over the din - it was lunchtime in a big city, after all, and the place was packed. (Because I don't wanna carb-load too much if we're battling right after.) That was smart, right? Masking her nervousness about fighting as nutritional concerns?
"We can wait a bit if you want carbs. No biggie." Cat ladled a spoonful of mashed potatoes onto Patty's plate and hesitated. Her old gymnastics coaches had always enforced strict diets. Low-calorie, nutrient-dense foods all the way, very few carbs. But gosh those mashed potatoes looked good, all creamy and buttery and whatnot.
Patrat was too busy glancing nervously at the Drifloon to notice Cat's dietary rebellion. (Will I be fighting Lily?) She didn't fancy the idea of fighting a ghost. Living pokemon were scary enough. She couldn't imagine squaring off against the undead. But there was a ghost gym in Stellara.. so she'd have to put on her big-Patrat-panties eventually and get over it. Might as well be today.
"No idea," Cat said honestly. "We'll figure something out." Finally, Cat made the plunge. She wasn't a gymnast anymore so why not? For the first time in her life, she let herself succumb. She dropped the tiniest bit of mashed potates onto her own plate, nestled between the sauteed veggies and dressing-less salad. Baby steps toward normalcy, she supposed.
most posts won't be this long, just getting used to catherine & co. open for Miyoko Sumire and/or anyone who feels likes eavesdropping on cat and patty's conversation about a battle c:
lily, level five, tailwind, constrict, minimize, astonish
patty, level five, tackle, leer
Patrats were good at running evade predators, sure. Navigating a crowded city while staying next to Cat (lest you get lost and have to start the search for a trainer all over again) was another story. The ache in her legs was unpleasant but Patrat was determined to overcome it, so along she hustled. (I mean, I've got experience fighting. So it's worth your time, as a new trainer, I mean, bringing me along.)
It wasn't technically a lie. Patrat had fought before. So what if she'd never won? So what if none of her fights had lasted longer than, like, a minute or two before she fled the scene? It had taken her a heck of a long time to find a trainer willing to take her on. She couldn't risk Catherine losing interest. And if that meant fibbing a smidge about her experience here and there, well, so be it. Patrat was not going back to the wild. No ma'am, she was going to be a champion.
Cat nodded eagerly. "Yes, we really are lucky to have found you. I want to get some training in as soon as possible. Maybe after lunch." That was where they were headed now, winding their way through downtown Eridani in search of a restaurant that was neither fast food nor seafood-centric. (Yes, it was a portside city, but did every restaurant and its mother have to have some clever seafood pun in its name? She'd grown up in Verdanturf Town, way too far inland to develop an appreciation for places named the Beached Wailmer. Hard pass.)
Her Drifloon, meanwhile, had anchored herself to Cat by twisting her spindly limbs around Cat's upper arm, a sort of balloon-in-reverse. She mulled over the conversation quietly while Cat tugged her along Eridani's streets. (Oh, good!) The Patrat's voice rose an octave even as she tried to hide her panic; she hadn't expected to have to show her (alleged) skills quite so soon. Before she could say another word, Lily detached herself from Cat's arm and floated down to be eye level with her teammate.
(Is... is it scary, fighting?) The question was whispered so gently, so quietly that Catherine barely heard it. Lily wasn't trying to leave her trainer out of the conversation; she just soft-spoken by nature.
The idea that someone wanted to learn from her - even if it wasn't deserved - positively made the Patrat's day. (A bit, yeah,) she admitted. (But there's a crazy adrenaline rush, y'know? And instincts just kinda kick in.) So what if her instincts usually pushed her to flee rather than fight? Catherine and Lily didn't need to know that pesky detail.
Lily trembled and twisted her thin limbs together. "Have you been injured before?" Cat turned onto another random street, hoping the farther they got from the seashore, the better their odds would be. Both pokemon followed closely at her heels. (Mhm.) Lily let out a gasp, even though the Patrat had literally not provided a single detail. (Cat was a gymnast, you know. She's been injured a bunch, too.) She trembled more violently. These bony creatures always found new ways to harm themselves and it petrified Lily. Patrat, meanwhile, grew a new hop in her tired step because she had something in common with her trainer! Arceus, that was a nice feeling.
Cat stopped halfway down the block and stared at a sign advertising a lunchtime buffet. "A buffet could be okay... I dunno. It's probably mostly seafood, too, but the ones back in Mauville usually had a variety." She shrugged halfheartedly and swung open the doors. Patrat was just happy to be able to sit down so she all but skipped inside. (I think it looks nice,) Lily offered, drawing the smallest smile out of her trainer.
Cat picked up the Patrat when they reached the buffet. "Here, Patty." (Catherine had no right to complain about punny seafood restaurant names when she'd named a Patrat Patty. The irony was lost on her.) "Just lemme know what you want and I'll grab it. Lily, I'm not sure there's much here for ghosts." Lily shrugged good-naturedly and hovered nearby while Cat grabbed two plates.
Patty eyed some mashed potatoes and glanced up at Cat. (Are we fighting immediately after lunch or, like, taking a break?) She spoke louder than usual so Cat could hear her over the din - it was lunchtime in a big city, after all, and the place was packed. (Because I don't wanna carb-load too much if we're battling right after.) That was smart, right? Masking her nervousness about fighting as nutritional concerns?
"We can wait a bit if you want carbs. No biggie." Cat ladled a spoonful of mashed potatoes onto Patty's plate and hesitated. Her old gymnastics coaches had always enforced strict diets. Low-calorie, nutrient-dense foods all the way, very few carbs. But gosh those mashed potatoes looked good, all creamy and buttery and whatnot.
Patrat was too busy glancing nervously at the Drifloon to notice Cat's dietary rebellion. (Will I be fighting Lily?) She didn't fancy the idea of fighting a ghost. Living pokemon were scary enough. She couldn't imagine squaring off against the undead. But there was a ghost gym in Stellara.. so she'd have to put on her big-Patrat-panties eventually and get over it. Might as well be today.
"No idea," Cat said honestly. "We'll figure something out." Finally, Cat made the plunge. She wasn't a gymnast anymore so why not? For the first time in her life, she let herself succumb. She dropped the tiniest bit of mashed potates onto her own plate, nestled between the sauteed veggies and dressing-less salad. Baby steps toward normalcy, she supposed.
most posts won't be this long, just getting used to catherine & co. open for Miyoko Sumire and/or anyone who feels likes eavesdropping on cat and patty's conversation about a battle c:
lily, level five, tailwind, constrict, minimize, astonish
patty, level five, tackle, leer
