Cottage | Evening | (5)
"I doubt a single human would do an entire city in like that. Most likely the infected pokemon had destroyed it all. If she was a killer than she's likely still alive." You know, for a second, Rae almost agreed wholeheartedly. Luckily she weighed the actual sentence in mind briefly until her hands flew up in bashful contradiction of Venge’s dry joke. “No, no, no, no, nothing like that,” she assured the Charmeleon. Aside from the fact Dazey would be mad she was referred to as a run-of-the-mill killer, the idea Raver was willingly associated with one didn't help her credibility. “She isn't a killer. I don't doubt she could off somebody, it's just that Venge here isn't as funny as she thinks.” Well, in Raver’s humble opinion at least. Deadpan humor was a tricky art, truly sad some didn't see the beauty in it.
"Sorry if I barged into it like that, I kinda worry about my master's butler." Rae stroked Salem’s back softly, her awkward grin falling into a sad smile. “I know how you feel, Drake. I wish them the best.”
"Clover, did you--"
Jack burst back into the room, rendering the Meowth’s question an afterthought. Probably everyone’s attention fell onto the little Pika at once, charging the air with a bit of confusion as he snapped at the Braixen.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner Finn! I'm seriously disappointed in you! I thought I could trust you!"
Tears spilled down Jack’s face reminiscent of blood flowing from a killing blow-- while not fatal per se, whatever the Luxray told him seemed to agonize the mouse. "Can you guys give me some time to be alone. I had some bad news and I don't know if I can cope with it right now." His aggression was nonexistent as of turning away from Finn. No, that anger dissolved into pure melancholy, of which Rae and Venge were ever so familiar with. You lost someone, didn't you…
Venge watched the yellow mouse retreat into the bedroom, indifference written over her face but inwardly she empathized, just like Rae did. Losing someone hacked and sliced your mind like a dull blade, leaving little to nothing able to compare.
The girl swung her feet to the floor and dropped off the table, bringing her backpack to her chest in a hasty search.
Meanwhile the Luxray stalked through the tense room, breathing not a thing on his way to the room Jack occupied.
"Guys, maybe we should cheer Jack up. Something's wrong with him and we need to be there for him." Rae nodded in response, freeing her hand from the backpack to give a one moment, gesture to the Charmeleon before resuming her endeavor. It was just a few seconds after Drake walked out that she retrieved the ever elusive candy bar from her bag. “Be back in a jiff.” She smiled, striding towards the room with the others.
Wary she was of the Luxray nestled with Jack, but she still lay the snack on the bed as she crouched and spoke softly; “Trust me, a broken heart mends.” With a slow motion, she brought her forearm up vertically in front of her and allowed the dark fabric of her sleeve to slip down slightly. “The scars are just so you don't forget how strong you are.” The countless self inflicted marks disappeared back underneath her sleeve the same as she did through the doorway.
“What possessed you to give away the last human ration we have?” Venge questioned. A kind soul she may have been, but now she’d be one eating Pokémon kibble.
“Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.”
A hum was the Absol’s only response.
Rae sat back down on the table she claimed her own, adjusting a very bored Zorua onto her folded legs. “I would've stayed with him, but I dunno if being in such close proximity to a kitty that tried to zap me is a stellar idea,” she mused.
Salem rolled onto his back and stretched across her lap. “Scared?” A soft ugh fell from the puckish Zorua’s mouth as he was allowed to drop from her legs onto the table. Rude.
“Nope, Venge is right here and listening to absolutely everything, I’m sure,” Rae picked the slate gray fox back up and returned him to his previous position. “I’m just not a fan of poking sleeping bears. Or Luxray.”
“So anyways, Saffron~! Where were we?”
Kolven chuckled softly, a sentiment which Rae shared upon a momentary reflection on the entire situation and how it continued to starkly contrast the moments before-- it had been an odd day.
"Unfortunately I didn't get to see what happened to Saffron at the start of this, only the aftermath." Aftermath… that phrasing painted an awful grim image in her mind’s eye. "That's something you'd have to ask Clover. She lived their with our sister 'til a few months into it."
Raver patted the illusion Pokémon awkwardly, earning a scowl from the fox. “Ah, uh, if it doesn't dredge up any unwanted memories, I'd really appreciate it.” Salem interjected ‘stop, Rae,’ more than once, but his voice went unnoticed by the Trainer. That was, until he snapped her hand for a more evident request that she stop slapping the top of his head.
Raver snatched up the fox by the ribs and dropped him to the floor in irritation, then turned her sight to the little bite marks on her hand. As usual, he didn't break the skin, so she quickly brushed it off in lieu of returning her attention to the kittens.