"It must be really important if he's shirking training. I won't question it. Do what you must."

"Hm? Galahad...?"

(I'll probably be headed to bed soon, but I'm definitely looking forward to doing more with Misaka in the future~)

Underboob just happens with Misaka. Not really her fault, it's just how she looks. Just don't underestimate her because of her good looks. #TittyTuesday

(Ghetsis crashed my computer-)

It's already night, is it? Misaka should really think about finding a place to spend the night, but for the moment, she's doing practice swings.

Her head was absolutely throbbing this morning. Right where her Leader's Crest should have been. Throwing off her hat in a vain attempt to relieve the pain, tears forming from the agony. "A-agh..." It was disorienting. A wound that never would fully heal. A wound that was both physical and

That's a fair point, she'll admit. Better to be confident in your skills than fearful that they won't hold up. "Those skills of yours are worthy of the confidence you hold in them?"

"I suppose. You aim to make a name for yourself then? I assume that's the reason for your confidence?"

"Rather arrogant, wouldn't you say?"

"It's common among my kind to gather an army of our pre-evolved forms." It would be a nice place to rest. At least for the night. "I appreciate your kindness."

Resting. The rain doesn't bother her. Never has.

"Half..." Some Pokemon she's never heard of. "I see. That's quite interesting. I've no interest in it, but it is interesting to know." As was him being half human. It was possible she too had some human ancestry, she wasn't sure.

"Your first...you're a Trainer? Yet you flew with those wings of yours, yes?" Her expression shows her surprise. Clearly there was more to him than met the eye. "Misaka. I was unaware that a Pokemon could be a Trainer as well."

"Quite alright. You weren't disturbing me." She crosses her arms. It wasn't like she was altogether concerned about him, but she was rather curious about his statement. It would pass the time too. "You mentioned something happening to you?"

He'd landed near her. Seemingly distressed by something. A bit of curiosity led her to stand up and approach the other. "You sound as if you're in a state of confusion. Are you alright?"

Damn. Gazing up at the sky from her found spot in the Wild Area. Sure is something flying crazy fast up there...

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀#𝟷 𝟻 𝟷. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘗𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘠𝘦𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘧𝘶𝘭. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘼𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝘼𝙡𝙡.

(A tale in two posts.)

"It's a common misconception that Steel types like myself avoid fires because of our type weakness. While we won't actively seek out places like volcanos, we won't ignore a nice bonfire to warm up near."

Finding a place to settle down for the evening was a little tough tonight. All of the good spots had been taken by other slumbering Pokemon. Rather annoying, but a good spot would be worth finding.

"I would have to be a fool to not notice the happenings going on. I know not what is happening, but I will be prepared for it."

It's quite a nice little place she has here. Everything one might need to survive. "I've no home to call my own nowadays. Not since my army was destroyed."

(First bandwagon, just picked a random one in my folder)

She followed behind her wordlessly. It wasn't the first time she was called odd. It simply didn't make sense to Misaka to betray another's trust. Hence why she never bothered to master the Kowtow Cleave even before her crest was broken.

She looks up at the blonde. Having to take a moment to get back to her feet. "My apologies. That being said though, I do desire your blessing. A blade such as yours would be a great asset to have." Offering a hand. "My name is Misaka. A Kingambit without an army."

For good reason. Dark types could be quite underhanded. It was Entoma's luck that she managed to find the one honorable one. "If you'd prefer me to stand guard outside, I certainly can," she says, hoping to ease the concern she sensed in Entoma's voice.

"A tree hollow...will there be enough space for the both of us in it?" She can always stand guard outside if Entoma required it. It might even be beneficial, given how weak she said she was.

"It's fine. It wouldn't sit well with me to rescue you only to abandon you to the next Pokemon that passes by." She nods once again at the thanks. "Again, no thanks necessary. Do you have a den of your own nearby?"

"Because you rely on underhanded tactics and rule through cruelty." Misaka steps back. She knows full well that a battle here would spell disaster for both of them. There's nothing stopping them from being jumped by every Pawniard and Bisharp in the cave.

"I see." She considers her for a moment. If she was weakened, and couldn't fend off some Minior, would she be truly ok? "I'd like you to stay with me for a while. Until you recover your strength at the least. You may call me Misaka."

(Do I channel a bit of Cao Cao muse in my Misaka? Perhaps.)

Misaka closed her eyes after his speech. "Galahad, stand down." Her voice was calm, yet commanding. She wasn't intimidated at all by his speech. In fact, it made her all the more sure that she was a good leader to her people. "Your army lives in fear of you. You target those who can't

The Reincarnation of Dracula -Soma Cruz from Castlevania -15 years RP experience -Friendly mun -N/SFW RP -Mostly RPs Castlevania, Fate, Touhou, Rosario + Vampire but is open to more verses -RPs through DM because of social anxiety

"You shouldn't have sent a Pawniard to slay a Hydreigon in the first place. Especially a brooding one, the most dangerous of all. That's a job for at least a squad of Bisharp." She narrows her eyes at the blue armored tyrant. "I would rather die than mate with you. A leader like you doesn't

Misaka walked with Galahad, through the cave system. There would be an occassional jab to her back to keep her moving, but she'd eventually see the Shiny Kingambit. "You're assuming a lot of things. Do you greet all of your kind in such a fashion?"

She hadn't even heard them coming. With the Pawniard and the Bisharp surrounding them, and with the blade pressing into her neck, Misaka reluctantly raised her hands. "We had better do as they say for now," she'd whisper, glancing over at Galahad.

Upon hearing that, Misaka would uncross her arms, moving a hand to rest on her blade's hilt. "You're saying this isn't right?"

Misaka scoffed, "If what you've told me is true about him, the last thing I'd desire is to be his mate." She walked alongside him, her own arms crossed. "I do know that it may not necessarily be my choice. I don't expect I would bring very much to his kingdom."

"I only stumbled upon you while traveling. I have heard stories of your kind, of the power that you possess." She stays bowing, pressing her head into the ground. "That allying with you would bring me honor. So I beg of you, witness me. That I might create an army to unite my people."

"A fool of a general. Were it my army, you would have seen yourself rewarded." She glances off to the distance. "Let us walk. I'd like to know more about your army."

Misaka nods, crossing her arms. "You've no need to thank me. Were you not capable of fending them off yourself? I should think one such as you would be able to."

"He sounds like an awful Pokemon." It wasn't like it was unheard of for her kind to be that way. Misaka was a bit of an anomaly in that she valued honor over deceit, and it did occur to her that she might just have an odd viewpoint on things. "Someday, maybe you'll be able to get your revenge."

"At the end of the day, a Crest is a Crest. Nothing more, nothing less." She turns around, pushing back her hat. There's a scar underneath it, half obscured by her hair. "I don't see myself as any weaker by not having one."