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JUNE 18TH, 2015
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Standing indignant was becoming a nasty, yet pleasurable hobby. Arms crossed, yellow eyes glaring at the horizon, hip to the side. Her right fist is wrapped around a floundering, miserable bass pokemon, while her left simply remains clenched. tch. Pathetic. The thing can hardly survive out of its pokeball. Idiocy is in the bass's nature, yet she puts up with him for his handiness. While being the most unskilled, inferior being Anastasia has ever had the displeasure of being gifted, Alexander is a surprisingly good blunt weapon, and she would be lying if she were to say she wasn't drawn to his dumb, dopey appearance. As long as he wasn't overly 'kawaaiiiiiiiiii', as that dumb blonde liked to put it. Big eyes and a fluffy appearance aren't nearly enough to win such a frozen-hearted girl such as the real Anastasia over. She stands, proud of her separation from that filthy Silph girl.
Yet, she's haunted.
Looking down at the bass's pokemon, the company's name is a miserable reminder of the world she lives in. The Volkov name has never prospered in the god forsaken region, let alone much of anyway. The Silphs and the Stones were too powerful- for her personality, Anastasia has to admit to herself that she is still at the bottom of a monetary food chain.
That's going to change.
Her eyes dart to the feebas. It's smart, for it's kind. It's loyal. It's grateful for her existence. For that, she appreciates it.
Post by ANASTASIA SILPH on Aug 9, 2015 2:21:55 GMT
"another one!~"
hop, skip, jump! her time in hoenn has been brief but that does little to dilute her ability to make time to play with her pokemon. the little bundle of joy that's cloudy-kun hovers in front of her, hurling itself forward in what appear to be a decent sized leap. "another one," she encourages from behind, giggling at the adorable display in front of her.
as for the other anastasia, the real anna remains oblivious. since a princess of her kind only appears once a millennium it's only natural for other to try to mimic her. after all, mimicry is the best form of flattery. now if only she was half as cute.
as if.
no one is as cute as anastasia silph. it's in her blood. silph's the best.
Another one bites the fucking dust more like. The gleeful giggles that inevitably come her way are nothing short of warning shots. Anastasia feels her body tense, Alexander cries out and lashes his body back and forth as her vice grip around his tail fin tightens. Her face flushes- her cheeks threaten to puff up, but she forcefully reminds herself that such a pout is hardly dignified, especially when around such an alien as that Silph.
Her glare never falters, even as that oblivious platinum approaches. Were she beast, her teeth would bare and her hackles would raise. A rigid stance is the next best thing- contemplation. How to smoothly handle the situation while asserting herself as the Alpha.
Force.
"Ahh.." One step transforms into a powerful propel- her spring toward the Silph neglects to even think about that horrid cloud pokemon. Alexander is poised in both fists- both which take a stance above her head. With a running leap Anastasia crashes down, her aim to clobber the blunt weapon into the Silph's pretty little skull. In a moment of blind rage she's reckless, careless. Her throat releases the most guttural of grunts, her whole body contributing to the motion.
Post by ANASTASIA SILPH on Aug 12, 2015 3:59:55 GMT
the world is far from fair. nature favors the strong, the weak perish only to serve as fodder for those who deserve to persevere. such a caste system is entrenched into the very fiber of the invisible hierarchy that extends from all forms of live. the volkov girl will never escape her fate. that is the law of this world; that is the justice of this world. and to those that embody righteousness? the heavens grant them their favor. but by what criteria does one qualify as a harbinger of right? there is but one quantifiable measure:
CUTE IS JUSTICE.
"aah!" from the corner of her eye, anastasia spots something she shouldn't be able to: a blinding light placed by fate itself to steer her out of harms way. an intervention of such a magnitude propels her a few feet away in a sashaying twirl, allowing the feebas to slice through the air an onto nothingness. even now, she remains oblivious to the vicious attack that had only narrowly missed her. instead, her gaze is fixed onto the shining light.
Frustration releases in a heave of the chest as she lands on a heavy right foot. Hair swings in her eyes as her head whips around to search for her target, taken by an immaculate piece of copper. A grunt fills the air, likely to go ignored by Silph's blissful ignorance. Her arms swing out to lash out in a side blow- dare the Silph girl dodge, she will come back again, stronger. Sumo stance will never fail- her next step brings her closer to landing the blow. Her cheeks are red from embarrassment and frustration. Will she not get the satisfaction of landing the heavy, wet slap of Alexander on the girl's face?
Anastasia will lose sleep over it. She needs it, craves it. This Silph only acts as if hers is the only important existence. How many swings to convince her otherwise?
Post by ANASTASIA SILPH on Aug 12, 2015 4:27:53 GMT
anastasia's only given a moment to gush over her new found treasure. "i want it!" she'll declare, bending at her knees to pick it up. such a position prove advantageous as a blunt weapon swings overhead. again, she's none the wiser. justice works in mysterious ways.
alexander's wetness eventually gives it away. while none of volkov's blows may have landed, the swing is enough to dabble some spray drops onto anna's skin. spooked, she reels her head around to stare at the red faced imposter.
"KYAAAHHH!"
is she scared? frightened? just what does the appearance of this fish wielding girl present?
Alexander's uncontrolled dripping gives her away. Anastasia is almost shocked to see the older-looking, more elegant teenager look at her. She takes her moment of surprise, wasting valuable time with only a blank stare. "You..." anger seeps in again. "I DON'T WANT YOUR FUCKING PENNY!" and releases, a deadly exothermic reaction. Anastasia lashes out, Alexander is swung like a pipe, heading straight for the first part of the Silph it can hit.
"You're so stupid all the time!" she huffs, her tantrum undeniably non threatening due to her short stature. "And your cloud is stupid, and your name is stupid, and.. you're stupid!" Adult anger quickly turns into a teenager's fit. Her cheeks are puffed, her fists are balled, and she's ready to serve up some more burns.
Post by ANASTASIA SILPH on Aug 12, 2015 4:47:46 GMT
a swing and a miss! how many times does it take for her to finally hit something? too many. however, probability is in her favor. it's just a matter of upping her numbers. eventually, she has to land one, right? of course. whipping her fish around eventually brings about the desired result. with a pulled back swing, anastasia finally nails her better with a solid slap.
right on her ass. the silph can feel her skin turn blue as the wet fish swings underneath her skirt and sticks to the bare skin not covered by her underwear. "YOU'RE AFTER ME! Y-YOU'RE A PERVERT!" alexander is much too wet. the fish sticks onto the flesh as if he was trying everything in his power to.
"KYAAAAAHHH! HELP!!! POLICEEE! A PERVERT IS SEXUALLY HARASSING ME!"
Only after the wet smack of flesh on skin does Anastasia realize her eyes were squeezes shut. Eyelids pop open at the shrill sound of the Silph's voice. "Alex--" the scene takes a moment to register. The girl is nothing short of mortified. She reaches for the feebas's tail, but Anya is too slippery herself. She stumbles forward, unable to get the pokemon in her grasp. Her fingers outstretch, aim to snatch the feebas, but only make contact with the back of the Silph's thigh. "N-" ooo. She nearly screams in her frustration, finally able to push herself up and get a solid grasp on her pokemon.
Pull.
Nothing.
What?!
"WHat THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING YOU STUPID FISH GET OFF OF HER RIGHT NOW YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT I OWN YOU-" her tugging is relentless- the suction of Alexander's sticky, wet scales on Anya's bare cheek has finally been loosened. She's sent stumbling back with her feebas in hand. "I'm not a pervert! I'm your age!" she protests once her bearings are gathered. "STOP SCREAMING SO LOUUUUUUDDDDD!"
Post by ANASTASIA SILPH on Aug 12, 2015 5:10:33 GMT
what a dastardly villain! first, she attacks this poor, unsuspecting maiden with such an underhanded trick! next, she dare to cop a feel once she's been taken back by her deceitful assault? unbelievable! well, there's no more room for mercy. all bets are off.
strike first!
don't be a victim!
anastasia remembers basic self defense well. she's been preparing herself for this very moment ever since she realized she was obscenely cute. it's time for her to stand up to her oppressor and live without fear. "cloudy-kun, to me!" alexander will be no match for her superior castform. the cloud sprite leaps into her arms instantly. anastasia's fingers wrap around the grey blob as she readies for her most devastating attack
"TAKE THIS YOU MOLESTOR!"
revenge is sweet. castform is furiously shoved directly into volkov's bosom, or lack thereof.
It takes a lot of effort to not get mad. but she gets mad. she is always mad. anastasia shows her anger clearly. especially when there is a pokemon thrown at her. her anger is obvious because it is obvious she is angry because this girl is ignoring who she is and is only calling her a pervert, which makes her mad because she is not a pervert and she is also the real anastasia, which makes her mad and she is also mad because the other anastasia won't even call her anastasia so she takes the cloud and grabs it herself and goes to throw it on the ground in order to squander the name of cute and justice because those ideals are stupid and silph is stupid and it makes her mad.
Post by ANASTASIA SILPH on Aug 12, 2015 5:59:25 GMT
why you mad th--
"CLOUDY-KUN NOOOO!" nothing comes across as more crestfallen than anastasia as she watches her pokemon hit the ground. instinctively, she dives for it, huddling it close to her. "more poor cloudy-kun," she sobs, affectionately rubbing his forehard. she can't forgive such a traumatizing experience. if she wants to play violent then this means one thing; war.
"in the name of justice, i will punish you!"
her resolve will not falter. volkov's balled up fist is no match for the silph palm. a precise, practiced swing brings her palm forward and toward the other girl's face. it's her ultimate counter. no groper can withstand the might of a fair maiden's slap.
Finally, something has gotten to her. If only that something had been more expected. The palm collides with her cheek near perfectly. The form, the power- Anastasia can't deny that she's nowhere near achieving such a level of perfection, not that she would ever real such disgusting thoughts to her copy.
She's pushed aside, left to stare at her feet while the sting stains her skin. How could such a small, disgusting cloud mean so much to one person? It's just a cloud, how much worth could it really carry? Silph didn't have a hint of scientist in her from how she acted- Anastasia's curiosity would have to wait.
Her pause is plenty of time to contemplate the next move. Which is, of course, returning the gesture with her full force.
Post by ANASTASIA SILPH on Aug 13, 2015 3:05:31 GMT
wars have been fought over lesser things. anastasia red hand print is her declaration. unlike most battles, this isn't a competition of attrition-- no, this is a contest, a mission to inflict as much harm as possible on the other party. volkov will know pain, she will regret every laying a hand on something so cute.
but evil does not give up so easily. the volkov girl dares to imitate her gesture, laying a loud resounding slap right across anastasia's cheek. just the sound of it is enough to make her eyes well up in tears. "you hit me!" she blubbers, grabbing the other girl by the opening of her shirt. it's to hold her in place as she tries her best to ravage her with a DOUBLE SLAP.
There is no greater satisfaction than seeing the tears well up in the Silph's eyes, no better sigh of relief than hearing her squeal from feeling pain for the first time in her life. Anastasia can't help but let the smallest of grins begin to crack on her lips, only to be so rudely interrupted by a hardy yank- retribution from her enemy. She huffs, squirming for only a moment before the taller girl's blows come to fruition. The sting burns worst than the last, but Anastasia is still left standing, eyes watering and cheeks red and puffy by the end of it.
Luckily, close proximity allows her fingers to intertwine on the other Anastasia, copying her movements almost exactly, which one exception. Rather than moving her arms to awkwardly slap the girl back, she yanks forward on the Silph, forehead poised for a nasty HEADBUTT.
