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JUNE 18TH, 2015
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I hear you buzzing, a fly on the wall In through the window and up through the hall Flyin' in circles, just trying to land I see you hurting. I do what I can
But I won't save you I won't save you
Maybe you're looking for someone to blame Fightin' for air while you circle the drain Never be sorry for your little time It's not when you get there, it's always the climb
But I won't save you I won't save you
He stands on the beach quietly the moon at its highest point in the sky. In the water he glazes over Both Gyrados and Staryu swimming in the sea the harsher tides making their undersea games more entertaining than they normally were. It'd been about a week since the event, and every time one occurred Miles found himself on the losing end of it. His pokemon were growing more powerful by the day not by his own design, no he's been comatose for the last 7 days or so if anything fighting a battle internally, a battle he was losing.
He'd done something rash that night, he'd gambled on what he though was more than a 1/3rd chance of success when it was actually far less in hindsight. His psyche was messed up beyond belief the need to run away clashes constantly with the fact he has nowhere to run to. No parents, no friends, nothing. He was trapped here in a sort of lethargic disarray trapped in a cycle he strove to break with this journey in the first place. The only active thing he's managed to do for the past week was avoid people he'd come in contact with prior. Her especially.
He'd started this journey with nothing. Having lost everything he'd wanted to protect not even half a year prior to this journey, and here he was months and months later, on the verge of once again losing it all. He felt helpless weak and most of all vulnerable. He thinks back on times past his early youth filled with busted lips, and black eyes galore. Through the pain of the schoolyard fights, and antisocial behavior to prevent this feeling. 'Never let them see you sweat.' He told himself back then only to grow older his life morphing into something far more dishonorable and undesirable than a desperate sixteen year old should have ever let it. In those days as well never did the boy leave himself open his words and actions masked by layers upon layers of fabrications and falsehoods that not only protected him, but transformed him into a man he despised more than any other. A man he sought to change. In the search for change however he's ended up here, no more to his name than there was to his heart. Beyond this selfishness, and the pitiable concerns for himself however something far more painful thrashed in his subconscious.
'What about her?' he asks time and time again.
Not his interactions with her, but the her in general. His selfishness, his want had hurt her. His single mindedness, and rash behavior left her wide eyed and blank for a time. She told him to take it slow, and he'd done the exact opposite. As these thoughts progress he wonders what exactly he knows about her, and vice versa. Where she was from, likes and dislikes, where she's able to pull that ever present smile of hers from. He knew so little about her despite all the time they'd spent together on this journey. The cool summer wind snaps him out of his trance for the umpteenth time this night as he slides his fists into the pockets of his long coat falling even deeper into a despair he'd do best to forget about.
Days had long since drifted past one another. Some pleasant others were not. For the most part when it came to one Syndra Mawdrey she tried to keep herself busy with her mind occupied on her tasks at hand. This way she didn't have to think back on the night of the gala. She wouldn't have to force herself to confront anything or piece herself back together in a manner akin to gluing shards of glass back to a stain glass window. No. For now the lady was content on merely existing. It produced results for her journey as a trainer. Going back and collecting a few more badges, training her pokemon harder, even spending more bonding time with her pokemon. Yet the girl felt these achievements were growing more hollow each advancing step.
It was today that the green haired girl started to reflect now. It wasn't something she was good at or did often at all however it was necessary. Her Alakazam talked her through and helped rebuild her mental state in a way mostly out of necessity after the rude encounter earlier that day. Sorting through her thoughts and feelings, the only thing she was able to solidify was the foreign emotion of disdain for one black haired female whose existence marred her faith in the female gender. The rest was going through the wash of clarity.
After that day Syndra's general appearance also changed to mirror her internal change. No longer did she look as innocent and childish before the party. Her hair was worn down in the same manner it was at the party. Her dress no longer bore her favorite bold color, instead cooler calming colors took their place. All the ribbons and frills that adorned her previously were no longer there to curb the cute factor. That role was given to the Vulpix that now ran across the beach with the familiar red ribbon tied around her neck like a necklace of sorts. The fox's paws left little prints in the sand that Syndra slowly followed after as her mind continued to think over what to do to return things to how they were when her journey was... fun.
It didn't take long for the green haired girl to lose vision of her fox pokemon who had run off across the sands of the mostly emptied beach. Her mind was focused elsewhere and her emerald hued eyes directed downwards at the tracks left behind as she trudged forward. Little did she know the fire type had caught the scent of the familiar male trainer and ran over to chase the person down. When she got there she gave a loud cry that sounded almost like a howl. This wasn't to get attention or affection from the male like she usually tried however but more so to get her trainer over to confront the male. The sound had the girl glance up momentarily and her gaze lingered on the silhouette of the one that had confessed to her that night in a daring fashion.
Her lips pursed into a thin line as whatever was in her mind vanished. No thoughts only a blank, not even to wonder what to do here. Instead of beating around the bush her impulses acted for her as she continued to walk forward. After that night her concept of trust was singed at the corners yet a mellow smile graced her lips once more. It was different from her usual bright and cheery one but this one seemed to fit more. "Hi." She spoke first. It was one word and brief in greeting though her tone was one she always used in the past. It wasn't as if she was pretending the gala didn't happen, far from it, but her instincts were acting on what they knew not what they should do.
I hear you buzzing, a fly on the wall In through the window and up through the hall Flyin' in circles, just trying to land I see you hurting. I do what I can
But I won't save you I won't save you
Maybe you're looking for someone to blame Fightin' for air while you circle the drain Never be sorry for your little time It's not when you get there, it's always the climb
But I won't save you I won't save you
Not even the once calming waves could save him now. Things that brought light things that brought peace elicited little out him these days. The beauty of Hoenn no longer draws any kind of awe from him, he's become a body on autopilot. He's stagnant now unable to move forward or backwards stuck in this wearisome present trapped in the puzzle that was his current state of mind. His eyes just as vacant as his heart now.
It's only now that a pokemon familiar approaches the wayward trainer still far too distracted to notice the fire type. Only after it growls does the trainer glance down at the Vulpix not yet connecting the pokemon and her trainer it's trainer. It's only a second before the trainer falls to a knee humoring the fox pokemon coddling it only for a moment, an empty smile defining his features. A smile just as fake as he was. Only when he notices the red ribbon tied around his neck do the lines connect. "Oh." Almost on cue the girl makes herself known. Her voice just as familiar as it'd been what felt like ages ago now. His heart is surprisingly level the beating in his chest just as tempered as it'd been since the incident. His mind however was just the opposite adrift in ocean of questions, concerns and apologies a week or so overdue.
In the week since he's simply meandered through places past almost unconsciously. He's returned to his basic grind on what could only be described as an autopilot of sorts. He's lost no battle since, collecting a badge or two as he moved through the towns and cities alike searching for a way to relieve this empty despair only to return short handed every time. His head hasn't turned yet blank eyes still focused on the Vulpix wondering exactly what face he should use, what persona should he hide behind, now. A light sigh is followed by a half-assed smile as he turns his head up now standing tall once again half a head taller her.
Empty eyes look the girl down widening momentarily his one-dimensional expression changing ever so slightly. He doesn't know exactly what to say. He thinks she's beautiful, but neither his mind or heart would allow a comment so bold. His words are scarce, still not knowing what to say exactly. "You look well." He manages hands still tucked away deep in his pockets. Red and blue clash all the while as eyes meet for the first time in a week. Fate of course would have them meet on a beach of all places.
The way he responded to her was off. She was off. Everything was off kilter. Her expression flinched momentarily as her eyes narrowed in a fleeting fashion as if his words slapped her in the face. "... Do I?" she asked because she felt like shit and broken compared to when she first started. The only thing that brought her back together was her anger towards the villains of her mind. Regardless she raised her hand up to brush a few stray locks of hair behind her ear as the ocean breeze played with the cascade of green, an act she never had to do with her previous hair style.
Her gaze halfheartedly looked over the other. He didn't look happy to see her like he usually was but that could have been because of the gala. The nurturing in her heart wanted to ask what was wrong but she never did. She had already known it was her fault. It wasn't as if she had the right to comfort him as her free hand gripped the opposite upper arm to stop herself from reaching out. The fox on the other hand took some comfort in the touch that the other human gave, her beaded eyes staring at the red haired man in the pastel lighting. The fire type remained silent however to give her trainer and this one some room to talk. For a long time nothing was said as the only sound to fill the gap was the rippling of waves on the shoreline.
Finally Syndra's lips parted slightly to pressure her into speaking. "Look," she started off now. There was no turning back now. The female couldn't look him in the eye though, her gaze diverting to the side towards a stray seashell that was half buried in the warm sands. "...I'm sorry." Her words were weak but audible. Closing her eyes to breath in some air, she tried to gather her thoughts again as before. Part of her expected him to be angry at her. To yell at her for her uncertainty so she tried to speak ahead of what she anticipated. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I just wasn't ready." This wasn't an excuse it was what Syndra finally decided on.
"The gala ended up being a whirlwind of chaos and revelation. There was only so much I can handle in one night." Remembering the events cause a bitter taste to sting on her tongue. The vase incident, the lockdown, the cunt that laughed as fighting ensued for some unknown scheme. The kiss was another portion that overloaded her social expectations. Thus she wouldn't blame Miles if he wanted to stay far away from her in the future of their travels. "I understand if you don't want to talk to me again but I am sorry... if that means anything." Leave it to her to ruin something good once again. Then again perhaps in her mind she didn't believe she deserved anything good on this journey.
I hear you buzzing, a fly on the wall In through the window and up through the hall Flyin' in circles, just trying to land I see you hurting. I do what I can
But I won't save you I won't save you
Maybe you're looking for someone to blame Fightin' for air while you circle the drain Never be sorry for your little time It's not when you get there, it's always the climb
But I won't save you I won't save you
He's still searching for words, but she speaks up taking the lead moonlight shining down on her. There's no whimsical behavior or cute undertone this time around. On his end there's no facade to hide behind, no change of topic to cover his own feelings. The two could only stand here now and face each other if not with their eyes than with their words. her eyes falter, and he looks away toward the stars fear of the inevitable settling in him now. He's already far too vulnerable he can't do this, he can't hear this from her, the need to run away grows exponentially as it always does.
"Syndra look I gotta-" his voice is low as he attempts to make an escape, but the girl's voice overpowers his despite its softness. This was his fault, and he didn't have the strength to admit it. He swore at himself silently the man always tlaked about changing himself going far enough to claim it as his reason for this journey in the first place, but here he was at this juncture. A cross roads where he could really stand firm and change himself for the better. An opportunity to fight his fears and already he was trying to run away already, it's pathetic.
The man bites his lip his fists gripped so tightly in his pockets he risks drawing blood. However her next words confound him entirely. He doesn't understand, she for some reason is 'sorry' about what he has no idea. Confusion transforms itself into a entirely different emotion. Anger as he hasn't known it in years. as the girl goes on spilling her soul to him. His eyes take on a sort of hatred now his burning gaze looking past the girl now. He doesn't even realize he's shaking at this point almost burning with fury he didn't know he had. Her tangent continues, but he still can't bring himself to interrupt her for new reasons entirely.
He thinks back on the moment where he kissed her, going even farther thinking on the night in general the stress they'd both gone through her even more than he. The man walked away from the night with a black eye while she'd walked away with much more than he could even imagine on her heart, the majority of which was his fault. This girl, the girl he has so many feelings for had to shoulder such a large burden because of his own cowardice. This was something he honestly couldn't comprehend.
The girl finishes and his anger spikes at her final words, His entire body quivering with anger now so much so his pokemon in playing in the sea before them stop beginning to worry. Almost instantly he moves forward pulling the girl into one of if not the tightest hug he's ever given. "Syndra I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot, a liar, a coward, and a number of other shitty things I could careless about right now. So don't you ever apologize for my fucking stupidity." Emotions have flooded him now anger and sadness flowing through his body freely. "And I"m so sorry. So fucking sorry I hurt you like this."
He stops for a moment attempting to level his breath, only to find he's unable to. His hug loosens as time moves on, but his arms are still holding the girl in, in an attempt to keep his face hidden from the woman. "What the hell do you mean never talk to you again? You're the best thing that's happened to me since this stupid journey. You didn't hurt me. I hurt myself." He stops for a moment catching his breath. And I lost the girl I've fallen head over heels for, and more importantly a friend for because of it. Because I was too fucking impatient. Even worse I was too much of a coward to do anything about it. So don't you dare apologize. This is all my fault and I'm so sorry."
His voice is quiet now his last words fade away leading to this silence only now letting go of the girl meeting her eyes once again. "Promise me. You wont ever blame yourself for my mistakes."
He may not have realized but Syndra had. The quivering motions of his body, the facial expression, it all pointed to anger. It was something that the girl expected after all. For someone adept at reading body language and expressions after all the people she interacted with in the past it was why she was able to look away when she had. Throughout the entire ordeal he hadn't say or done anything else so as she concluded her final statement her eyes shut closed. Her sight of the world would disappear and the tiny sea shell her focus had been towards faded. She wasn't worried about being physically injured but her brace was in place mentally for anything.
The force in which was used to throw the two together into a hug was great, enough for the girl to instinctively flicker her eyes open. The embrace constricted her as the familiar warmth wrapped around her smaller frame. This hug was stronger than the one at the gala but as of this moment she couldn't see the male's face. It was hidden behind her as she was left to accept this as she listened to his words and the uneven breathing by her ear. At least this time she wasn't caught too off guard by this. He was hurt too and she knew this so she did what small insignificant thing she could do. To contrast his strength her arms went around to hug him back in a comforting way. A gentle hold to cradle the fragile man as Miles continued speaking. The emotions that caught onto his voice meant more than the words that he said.
His grasp loosened ever so slightly where breathing became easier. His words and his feelings spill out like a geyser into the night sky. Her eyes looked into the distance as the word around them appeared to have paused. "You didn't lose me. You never did." Her whispers carried unexpectedly well in the still darkness. She found some comfort herself in the embrace as she unconsciously nuzzled her cheek into his shoulder. "Unless you want to be rid of me..." she paused momentarily remembering the last moments of the gala. "or betray me... then you will never lose me... at least not as a friend." There was some trembling in her voice as if threatening to break under some imaginary weight. Miles was one of the few nice people she first met on her journey. While she did trust him there was some loose knit fears in that as well that she would try to submerge beneath the surface of her facade.
At some point that Syndra lost track of the red haired man let her go. Her arms fell limply to her side as her eyes remained distant. "There are bad people in this world Miles." Her eyes finally grown some courage into gazing into the man's eyes before her. She wasn't trying to read them only make that connection that she hesitated on doing to anyone in the past few days. "I'm not who you think I am. Not the kind innocent girl you're expecting me to be so I won't make that promise... because I'm guilty whether you acknowledge it or not." Despite her usual whimsical and happy self pushed forward as her usual outwards appearance not many people knew who she actually was. For the most part she did keep personal details and thoughts to herself. Did she really believe that she could achieve anything good? "I just need to take things a step at a time. But I haven't forgotten and I didn't say I wouldn't try. I just don't want hurt you or hurt myself." Eventually she'd put the pieces of herself back into place as the traces of that carefree smile returned and snapped into place amidst the vacant one on her face.
I hear you buzzing, a fly on the wall In through the window and up through the hall Flyin' in circles, just trying to land I see you hurting. I do what I can
But I won't save you I won't save you
Maybe you're looking for someone to blame Fightin' for air while you circle the drain Never be sorry for your little time It's not when you get there, it's always the climb
But I won't save you I won't save you
For a moment he can feel her heart beat in her chest and he wonders if she could do the same. Her words are comforting, but still darkness surrounds the two. The events from that night still just as disturbing as they were minutes prior. The two hold each other for a minute longer until their hands fall to their sides, bodies separating. She said there were bad people in this world he thinks on the event the few encounters with the rivaling teams among others throughout his life going even farther recalling a time where he himself was closely aligned with those who he assumed she believed were bad, and rightfully so at that. His past ties in that 'industry' so to speak despite having been left behind still found minute ways to catch up with him even today. That life was another force he was unable to run away from yet still didn't know how to face.
As she finishes he sighs lightly before managing a smile of his own it's definitely more melancholy than anything former but at least this one is real, and that's a start. The man finds himself taking a seat on the cool sand nodding at the girl to join him his gaze focused on the tides before him. "We both know so little about each other in the grand scheme of things you know?" He starts once again leaning back slightly, his hands holding his weight against the sand. "Syndra... I'm not expecting you to be anything. I don't have a lot of experience with this so if I come out unclear my bad, but all I know is being around you makes me happier. For the last week all I could do was go through the motions everything was and is still muddled, but you being here makes it a little better you know?" He pauses for a moment his head turning to the girl now. "I'd like to know about you, the real you. Like I want you to know...the real me."
He's nervous now but continues on. "What we learn, may very well change how we view each other entirely. I don't claim to know the future, but if it means getting closer to the real you and vice versa I'm willing to risk it if only because right now in this present I like you enough to move further with....whatever this is; whatever we are, in hopes of what will be." He turns back to the sea now the night sky hiding any redness his face has taken on. "It wont be instant I know it's not really a topic that can be breached fully in any limited amount of time, but I'm more than willing to start the journey if you'd like to." Despite his nervousness and fear the man's voice comes off stronger than he realizes a certain determination ringing in his words now.
"To start, you're right. There are bad people in this world. I'd even say there's more bad than good. I've been and still may be one of those bad people." The wind blows even harder now as he speaks the gusts only threatening to get stronger as time passes.
This probably wasn't a good time to start having an in depth conversation about who they are or about their past. All Syndra wanted was to mend what they had and go about it a step at a time. However Miles seemed to once again want to rush it to get things off his chest. Deciding not to say anything she stood there to listen. Wordlessly watching as the moon passed in the sky she followed Miles' motions, sweeping her hands down the side of her legs to keep her dress from moving too wildly as she sat in the sand next to him.
He was right. There was no way to no the future and they didn't know much about each other. So who was he to say that spending time with her made him happy? Why did their past have to interfere with the now? Biting slightly on her bottom lip she continued to listen. The last few words however were what caught on, the self inflicted injuries from trying to hold her tongue back at the gala reopened. "I'd wager you wouldn't endanger your own pokemon for your own personal goals," was the first thing she would say to that her tone holding a somewhat soured tone comparatively. "Or laugh at the misfortune of others."
She wrapped her arms around her knees, resting her head on them as she looked out where the sea and sky met. If he wanted to know how she felt. Who she really was then he'd have to get past her anger as her thoughts reigned back to the gala. "You're even taking responsibility for whatever it was you did in the past. It's more than that cunt that shot her mouth off was willing to do. So I don't think you're a bad person." She wouldn't meet his gaze even if he looked to her now. No part of her wanted to reminisce on the past. The entire force of her body wanted to get up and walk away. Continue with empty training on her journey. Yet here she was unwavering on the ground. "Before I became a trainer I was a sister to two brothers back at home. When it comes to money, we're poorer than the dirt we walk on. Actually... when it comes to the later, I still am. Not many can really read between the lines or understands what that means." She'd leave the rest up to interpretation as she shook her head. That was clearly all she was willing to say on the matter.
"Miles is your past truly so integral to who you are now?" Though it was directed to him the female looked to be speaking to air. The moonlight reflected from her eyes gave them an emerald-like sheen that would mask their tender outlook. "I'm not so noble as to say I will always fight on the side of good but that's because I don't take sides often. There is always a purpose behind all actions whether just or not." Taking another breath she exhaled into her dress. "Until you betray my trust I'll stick to my ideals. You are not a bad person. Do you really want to try to talk me into thinking I'm wrong?"
I hear you buzzing, a fly on the wall In through the window and up through the hall Flyin' in circles, just trying to land I see you hurting. I do what I can
But I won't save you I won't save you
Maybe you're looking for someone to blame Fightin' for air while you circle the drain Never be sorry for your little time It's not when you get there, it's always the climb
But I won't save you I won't save you
BAD POST I DON'T LIKE IT :/
He listens quietly as Syndra speaks about crimes he knows far too little about. noticing how her words gain a certain fire as she continues on. It was clear he wasn't the only one who wronged her that night. He'd dealt with the magma threat on his end not having gotten too far other than figuring out something was taken from magma that evening. Word was the gala was a cover for some kind operation that was sabotaged, by a unknown group. He'd read some kind of paper about it the morning after, not caring enough to look into it at the time.
"It's not about proving you otherwise, it's about telling the truth." She'd given a story of hers Miles leaves no comments on her tale understanding certain aspects and feelings of the story more than she knows. Now it was time for him to share as well regardless of how shameful as it might have been. "My pops died when I was young, and my mom was never in the best health. We lived in a small apartment in the slums of Rustboro. I forewent the whole pokemon journey thing to take care of my mom. I did whatever I had to to keep us afloat: I've stolen, cheated, lied and hurt a number of people among other crimes. Even today I have contacts in Magma and Aqua alike." He breaks now realizing he's begun to digress before returning to the story. "My mom passed away almost three years ago now. using her life insurance I finished high school and managed to pay off college, enough for a two year degree at least. I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, I still don't. Eventually I ended up here hoping this journey would help me light my way, make me into someone better than I am." Another windy breeze comes through as he continues. "I have nothing to my name now other than a small storage unit in Petalburg, and my pokemon.
The man slides off his jacket now handing it to the girl. "You'll get sick if you don't cover up." His voice holds a certain distant quality as he hands the girl the jacket wondering if she'll take the item. "In terms of your question, I don't know." He leans forward now resting his body on one knee still looking into the distance. "My past made me who I am today, I can't run away from it." There's even heavier disdain in his tone now. "Believe me I've tried." Unabated the man moves on his jaw tight now. "Regardless of my reasons the moves I made back then were wrong, but if I needed to I know without a doubt I could go back to that life and make the exact same choices again."
"As for betraying you, I don't know what I can say to convince you, but my fee-." He stops choosing his words carefully now. "It's not an option I think that much is obvious to you and I both." He decides to keep that particular box closed as he continues on. "If you're up to it care to share what exactly happened at the gala or after that. It's rare something has you so furious. Usually when you have something this deep on your mind you mask it. I'm more worried than anything now. His eyes flicker toward her now more than willing to drop it if it was too much for one night.
In some ways as Miles told his backstory, some things lined up between his and her own story. They both delayed their journey for their family and were poor. Willing to do whatever it took to protect that family. The difference was that Miles' parents had died while hers were rarely even there because they were working so damn hard. Any savings they gathered were usually taken away from hospital bills between accidents at work or one of the boys getting sick. Miles had the money from his mother's life insurance in the end made the best out of it. For her, she abandoned her family to try to do it on her own... which was both good and bad.
Still she remained silent, not bothering to enlighten him on her own past. It wasn't something she liked to talk about and now she especially was not in the mood. On the offer of his jacket the girl wouldn't have resisted if he had placed it on her shoulders however instead she held up her hand and shook her head. "I'll be fine. I've been through worse," she admitted this reluctantly. It was nighttime at the ocean side sure but it was chilly at best. Living through winter without any warmth except for each other and the flimsy walls of their home certainly well prepared her for this.
Something that resembled laughter escaped the girl's lips as Miles pointed out her anger and her masking such things. It was less her masking it and more not feeling much of such an emotion in the first place. It was not as if she was doing a good job hiding it now. For now she'd trust the red haired man with her thoughts. Share part of the stress that weighed down on her shoulders. After all he assured that he wouldn't betray her. As the memories resurfaced to her mind once more her grip around her knees tightened as her hands clenched the blue cloth of her dress. "Remember when we mentioned that Noah threw a vase at someone during the first round of speed dating because they were making out within the first few seconds?"
Vulpix began growing concerned and while she gave her trainer her space before the fox now nuzzled up next to the girl to help alleviate some of the anger. All of Syndra's pokemon knew what happened that night after Alakazam conveyed her thoughts to all of them. While it was a good try the girl wasn't much affected other than giving the fire type a scratch behind the ears. "Well apparently the one that was hit was the reason for the lockdown or at the least she knew something about it. She was cackling about when everyone else was fighting and a ranger I knew confronted her." Calling him a friend would have been a bit too much. She only knew him from passing by and fighting once. Nevertheless she supported his actions confronting the suspicious woman and the theory he presented proved correct in the end.
"She cursed him out. Refused to say anything. Which is why I had my Spheal try to slow her pokemon that instead froze the pokemon over. At that point an ultimatum was made where we'd help her revive her pokemon if she told us what she knew." She paused as her eyes grew darker as she looked towards the moon. It still bewildered her how it was possible that people could stand up for someone like that after hearing the way she spoke. It was the second time that night too. "She refused. She spat on it as she cried for anyone else at the party to help... taking advantage of those who would listen."
Shaking her head the girl then reached over for the small sea shell that held her attention for so long. Examining it more closely, she allowed the moonlight to reflect off of it in an attempt to split her focus from that and her thoughts. It worked somewhat as she didn't curse any further or choke up at the memory. "Obviously innocent bystanders went to her aide and threatened me. Even someone that claimed to be my friend and look up to me? Didn't even give me a chance to explain and took this other person's side without another thought who was apparently his friend. No one came to my aide." Clenching her hand around the shell she slowly made the motions to get up. The sands shifted under her weight but by now she was getting used to the feeling of the grains beneath her feet. "I ran into her again this morning. Andrea was her name and threatened my life. Not that I'm worried. Coordinators focus on being popular with sparkles and ribbons but if her goal is to make me an enemy to the region then I'll have to prepare myself for that."
I hear you buzzing, a fly on the wall In through the window and up through the hall Flyin' in circles, just trying to land I see you hurting. I do what I can
But I won't save you I won't save you
Maybe you're looking for someone to blame Fightin' for air while you circle the drain Never be sorry for your little time It's not when you get there, it's always the climb
But I won't save you I won't save you
He listens to her story quietly eyes closed remembering a face. The flirtatious girl who taught him Ice beam indeed he remembers her well too well even. Their flirtatious advances led him further down his path to success, prior to this he had no qualms with the girl, knowing this now it was clear where he stood, he did owe the girl one two even, and he did plan to pay those debts, but no further could he trust the supposedly kind trainer. Not when Syndra was at risk, he wouldn't allow any harm to come to the girl. For someone to have hurt her like this to the point she was unable to trust almost anyone. Andrea and anyone else who joined the raven haired girl had become his enemy.
"Sorry if this is forceful but, we're traveling together now." His eyes are wide now a certain fire in his eyes. "I know your strong: strong enough to protect yourself, strong enough to fight anyone in your way, but still...." He pauses for a moment thinking over his words. "I want to be by your side, to show you I wont ever betray you. I want to take on those challenges with you, and more than anything I'm worried, not that you'll be beaten but worried about what victory will cost you.
His voice is a little shakier now, but still he remains firm. "Hopefully that's alright yeah?"
That statement was blunt and bold. He was trying to be assertive and the girl narrowed her eyes as she met his. "I'd rather travel alone." Her voice was softer but held a tone of honesty as she rubbed her hands together around the seashell in her palms. Taking out her pokeNav now she brought up the region map on it to look it over. The length she watched it was as if trying to memorize it. "It would be easier that way. No one would know where I will be much less be able to track me. Plus I'm planning to travel a difficult road for a long time." As if proving this she reeled her right hand back that held the device. In one swift motion the pokeNav was thrusted into the ocean making a plopping noise that indicated that it hit the water, in the process of sinking down into its depths. The device was not water proof and even if it was the salt water should have been enough to short the electrical device.
"But if you're insisting then I won't stop you," she added finally after that little act. To be fair she was still having trouble accepting everything that happened at the Gala. Trusting other people and retaining some sense of kindness and composure. Yet she knew it wasn't the world's fault. She just needed to get stronger to stem the root of the problem. If Miles wanted to tag along then so be it. "Don't think I could stop you."
I hear you buzzing, a fly on the wall In through the window and up through the hall Flyin' in circles, just trying to land I see you hurting. I do what I can
But I won't save you I won't save you
Maybe you're looking for someone to blame Fightin' for air while you circle the drain Never be sorry for your little time It's not when you get there, it's always the climb
But I won't save you I won't save you
"If nothing else I'm a persistent asshole at least." He's not foolish enough to think this wont come without problems, but anything worth getting he had to fight for. Whether it was in terms of love, purpose, and even recognition. He watches the woman chuck her pokegear into the sea cutting her connection off with the rest of the world almost as if she was going rogue entirely. It was a statement that said, 'there's no going back from this point on.' "So it's real then." He says almost to himself sliding his own pokegear out looking over the device. It held the contacts of friends and enemies alike. Despite being so small the phone of sorts held two worlds; one he enjoyed and one he feared returning to.
The trainer with this in mind chucks his own device into the Hoenn waters the device belonging to the waves now as both were swept deeper into the unknown. "You're stuck with me, now for better or for worse." He's exhausted having not slept well for ever a week now. The stress quickly catching up with him as he looks toward the stars. "We're gonna be alright..." It was a statement out of left field entirely, but one he thought true regardless. He finishes with a long yawn exhausted entirely, his vision blurring now..
Watching the man mimic her actions by throwing his own pokegear into the sea was something that intrigued Syndra. There was no need for him to do it. He wasn't the one being targeted. It showed his dedication to helping in a way and Syndra was not too sure how to react to it. "So be it," she whispered into the winds. Traveling with other people wasn't exactly in her comfort zone as she liked to do whatever she pleased whenever she pleased. At least now that she had a set goal and a route in her mind it wouldn't be too bad.
That said she wasn't blind. Looking at Miles' face it didn't look like he had recovered from the events of the gala either. His eyes were glazed over and had no focus in them. Syndra herself was beginning to feel weight pulling her entire body down that implied her own weariness. "We can leave in the morning. For now we should head to the pokemon center and get some rest there." In an effort to give herself more energy the female stretched her arms outwards which revitalized her momentarily.
I hear you buzzing, a fly on the wall In through the window and up through the hall Flyin' in circles, just trying to land I see you hurting. I do what I can
But I won't save you I won't save you
Maybe you're looking for someone to blame Fightin' for air while you circle the drain Never be sorry for your little time It's not when you get there, it's always the climb
But I won't save you I won't save you
"Sounds like a plan." The man forces himself up off the sand dusting himself off now taking the lead now another yawn accompanying the action, the girl following. He's too tired to figure out what to say their status was, and what exactly was appropriate for a good bye. He gives a whistle both gyrados returning to the land within moments the two were in their pokeballs. So much had happened and touching the girl right now may have made her uncomfortable, he was sure this entire conversation had to an extent, not to say she was the only one.
"Tomorrow morning, I'll be waiting by the gates of town, where we met the tm guy." weariness guides his words opposed to spite as he refers to the man. "He doesn't exactly no how to say goodbye or really end the interaction and so it becomes awkward, but at least it wasn't a bad awkward.
