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The cloak around her shoulders is hardly enough to comfort her now. Even Ghengis can't comfort her, despite his valiant efforts. Anastasia's only made it far enough to break down again, physically and mentally. While her tears have started to fade, she has yet to overcome the trauma of the anonymous sadist from route 102. She's run this far, ignored all eyes in Petalburg. They were too prying. She feels watched, insecure, and over all scared. Her entire abdomen screams, the now-fading bruises on her face from her encounter with the Silph seem like nothing compared to this pain. The Volkov's luck has been impeccably bad, leaving her entire frame shaking as she takes her seat against a tree off the beaten path. Slow breathing-- ow. ow. ow. She curses under her breath over and over, with every move.
The sound of travelers walking by send her into an immediate volt, only to slowly ease back down as they think nothing of her. Her heart races even now, despite the post-adrenaline decline. She feels sick to the stomach, her head throbs.
There weren't a lot of reasons for Gwen to journey backwards. At least not usually. For most of the areas she'd wandered through she'd been given a chance to appropriately explore the ground and experience the pokemon present. Each route and town had a couple notes -- some of consequence some not. That was, of course, except for this one.
Anastasia was a hindrance. That was a fact, plain and simple. As long as she was around Gwen had to balance her job with the bonus duty of babysitting this teenager who acted more like a toddler and that took up a lot of time. More often than not this babysitting managed to overtake her natural duties, and that was exactly what they'd done here. After Anastasia stormed off to the pokemon center she'd had a smoke, and then she'd had to leave. She'd got nothing of note from this area. So, she wandered back.
"Noticeable increase in Zigzagoon and Poocheyena in this area, possibly related to rivalry over the territory or an overabundance of prey pokemon," as per usual she spoke aloud as she took notes, scribbling her thoughts into a notepad as she wandered about the route. Even as she spoke the little pokemon raced around the ground, accompanied occasionally by one of their larger kin. Thankfully they seemed caught up in each other, too busy to deal with the human minding her own business. Maybe this was why the girl sitting beneath a tree, huddled beneath a cloak, went ignored.
At first Gwen had resolved that she too would leave the girl. She herself hated having her privacy intruded upon, and if anything it seemed the girl was having a private moment. She'd gone to pass the girl by like so many before her had done, but then noticed the bruising. Little marks on the face, and a tentative protectiveness of the lower body. Suddenly a private moment became a possible medical emergency and she stopped. Without so much as introducing herself she knelt down beside the girl to inspect her facial injuries. Alongside bruises she saw dried tear lines.
"Are you okay?" she asked the question flatly, but in a slightly softer tone than she'd usually use. It was a superficial one. The girl didn't look okay, and it would be hard to persuade Gwen otherwise.
Only one voice makes her look up from that oh-so-interesting spot on the ground-- warmer than the last she had encountered, but just as much as a shock to the system. Her head whips up, eyes wide, red and watering. "Uh-" she's failing, head spinning. The last thing Anastasia wants is a second Victoria. She moves to get up, but her back never leaves the tree. If only she could push herself into it, disappear. She's not in the mood to make forced conversation. "More or less," she grunts quietly, head turned to the side. Ghengis Khan glares from his position atop her shoulder, horn poised to strike should this stranger be as cruel as the last.
"Nothing you have to worry about." Her voice comes off as raspy, weak. It's obvious she hasn't spoken out loud in a while- even the smallest of words cause her to wince- a feeling she'd rather avoid. On her feet now, she looks something akin to a suspicious, cornered stray hound.
The watery eyes that locked onto her own made Gwen want to wince. For just a moment they seemed so vulnerable, a fragile reflection of the rest of the girl's body and mind. These thoughts also surprised her. She figured she was probably jumping to conclusions a little bit, at least in regards to the latter. For, while the girl did seem physically injured she seemed just as adamant and solitary as one could get in her position.
Watching the girl struggle to her feet was painful, and odd to process as she compared her relatively easy rise to the girl's stuttering slide up the tree trunk. Some would think that standing was a great sign, a show that maybe the girl was fine, but Gwen knew better. The shakiness of the ascent and the weakness in her stance worried her. Without thinking she moved closer to the girl, taking action in a way meant to cut off any kind of objections.
"This is likely going to hurt," she spoke simply before hooking one arm under the girl's armpits and another under her knees. All at once she straightened herself once more, now with the girl hanging between her outstretched arms. She hoped the girl wouldn't fight her in this position, she was sure it would only cause the girl more pain and bring her more trouble.
"I want to take you to the hospital," it wasn't a question, but a statement.
Ominous imposition causes her protest, her whining low as the magma steps forward. "Hey!" Arms sweep her off her feet, leaving her to squirm to get out, only to flinch from the pain in her abdomen. Ghengis is obviously upset by Gwen's advances, but even the spinarak knows this is what's best- this woman, at the moment, bears no ill intent. Unfortunately, Anastasia's intuition isn't nearly refined as a pokemon's. She thrashes only for another moment before realizing it will only do more harm than good. "My- dad will know if you- do any- weird-" cough, hack. god fucking damnit. "This isn't consensual!"
Gwen's warning lost to the wind, Anastasia is quiet enough now that she can contemplate the statement. There's only one problem.
It's a statement.
"I don't want to," she huffs. There's nothing wrong with a hospital, no, she's not one of those. She just doesn't want to be set back. She's gotten so far in her current condition, a few more miles couldn't hurt. "You can't- just pick upstangersand sweep them-- anywhere, you want," she says. "It was just a punch- I didn't bleed or 'nythin'."
The girl's reaction was, quite literally, the last thing Gwen had wanted. Her thrashing and fighting would only exacerbate whatever wounds she was struggling with. In fact that was exactly what it did as she began to cough and sputter between her objections to her decision to carry her to a hospital. Already she found herself questioning why she kept involving herself with young women.
"I have no intention of doing anything to you," Gwen all but sighed the words, "I don't know what it is about you young girls and your delusions about what I do and don't want to do with you." This was the third girl in as many days to assume she wanted to do something lewd to them. And sure, one of them had been her type, but all three accusations were equally wrong in the end. Especially in this case. The girl looked maybe thirteen.
And then the girl started objecting. She wasn't bleeding, nothing was broken, all while coughing up a lung and sounding as if she was ready to die any moment. It was such an annoying performance, the tough girl act. Frustrated by her jabbering Gwen opted to show her rather than tell her what shape she was in. Gently she jostled the girl, bouncing her lightly in her arms. Nothing extreme, and hopefully nothing bad enough to cause further damage, but enough that it should have caused some discomfort.
"Just a punch or not, your difficulty standing and broken appearance are worrisome," and she left it at that as she trudged forward.
Darby's words finally take their toll- Anastasia is more reasonable than she looks and, with Ghengis Khan relaxed, the thought that this woman is just a normal do-godder comes to mind. "Sorry," she grumbles under her sigh, slowly beginning to relax to the best of her ability. "If you'd've seen that last woman your age, you'd'ave thought the same." it's by no fault of Anastasia's that she had bad luck. Sue her, for being a bit suspicious. "And, I mean- who just... comes out of nowhere, and picks a stranger up?" Focusing on her breathing lets the words flow easier- her speech is quieter, slower, but steady. "Maybe you're around teenagers too much," she grins, just barely. Not much more to do than get along when she's stuck, resigned to her fate.
Just when she was starting to get comfortable, strange woman number two has to go and pull some mad bullshit. Anastasia cries out in response, grunting at her landing. "Un-necessary," she wheezes, shooting a glare Darby's way. "Just forward, not back to Oldale."
When the girl apologizes it's appreciated. Gwen knew one too many young girls who frequently complained and accused without for once thinking of taking it back when they were wrong. To meet one willing to apologize when shew as in the wrong was a treat. Already she enjoyed the younger girl's company, even if it was only for a short while and would likely never come about again. Though what she'd said did make her curious about what had happened to her.
"What's your name?" She asked point blank as she walked, adjusting the girl much more gently in her arms as to make the carrying a bit easier. While she did plenty of heavy lifting it was usually with inanimate things. She could fling those over her shoulder or tuck them under her arm, easier methods of carrying, but carrying a person in her arms was different. Heavier at times and lighter at others depending on the younger girl's positioning.
"And what do you mean by 'if you'dve seen the last woman your age', is that the story behind your predicament?" One question was followed shortly by another. The first was more or less a formality, but the latter one was of much more importance to her. If there were people going around roughing up children she figured she should find out who they were. Make sure they weren't Magma, maybe hurt Aqua a bit if it was one of their grunts. Though she didn't know what she'd do if it was neither. More likely than not nothing.
"I assume this woman is also the reason you don't want to go back to Oldale?"
She doubts her family name will ring any recognition- a renowned lineage in Sinnoh, it means nothing here. She might as well be another rock in the dirt. Volkov, having been bought out by Silph years ago, will most likely be a forgotten family within a matter of decades. When it's put into perspective, she's nothing. The thought puts a scowl on her face- that, and the Silph girl. That bitch is always worth scowling about. Gwen's question brings her back around.
"Oh. Mh. Some tall, blue haired woman. Really odd looking. Sadist." thinking back on it, Anastasia finds she doesn't remember many other details. Has she really blocked such a humiliating experience away already? "But the stuff on my face was from self proclaimed princess,"she snarls the word- just the thought is enough to make her face flush, enough to make her body tense. Fucking Silphs.
"That, and I don't want to be set back. It, took a while to get here."
When the girl gave her name Gwen nearly stopped in her tracks. Of course it was Anastasia, of course. What other girl would cause her such hassle and then assume she wanted to do something inappropriate with her? Gwen considered stopping now, placing her down somewhere safe and leaving. Then she realized how ridiculous this was. She couldn't judge this young woman on her name. That wasn't right.
"I know another Anastasia, and one you may know as well," the name Volkov hadn't gone unknown, before being bought out by Silph they'd been a ready benefactor to one of the programs she was a part of, "She has relations to your parent company, Silph?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, looking down on the girl in her arms. Either way she plowed forward onto the next topic at hand.
"Tall, blue-haired sadist," she knew a couple of people by that description, not many mind you but a couple. She combed through her mind, tongue licking the surface of her teeth, before deciding it was likely an Aqua she'd heard of. To be honest she didn't know the woman's name, but she'd developed a reputation with the rangers for causing trouble all about. She figured she'd meet the woman down the road at some point. Especially if the rumors of her allegiance were really true.
"And a self-proclaimed princess. What a road you've walked," Gwen's voice sounded tired, exhausted by the mere idea of going through the predicaments this girl had found herself in. She already did have her own self proclaimed princess, a "kawaii" one at that, and didn't care to know who this young woman had run into.
Too caught up in her own thoughts to pay any mind to Gwen's face, Anastasia is left in silence until their conversation picks up again- in the most unpleasant of places. Hearing the other girl's name out loud practically puts a snarl on her lips-- body language becomes the obvious indicator that she knows who Darby is talking about all too well. Who would have thought, she's bonding with a stranger who's had the bad luck to meet the Silph girl. "Yeah," she practically spits, her short, growled answer indicating enough.
"She is the self proclaimed princess," she huffs, nostrils flaring and cheeks puffing. "She thought I was trying to rape her. I just wanted to hit her." As if hitting someone was completely normal. It doesn't matter much in this conversation. "Sadist woman just kind of disappeared. I wasn't watching where. Just.. hiding." She feels silly admitting her own cowardice, but what other options did she have?
It took a moment for the young girl's words to register. Gwen simply nodded in response to what she had to say but, after a moment, couldn't help but break into laughter. It started as a bubbling giggle before becoming a chuckle, and then outright, shoulder shaking fits.
All her forward momentum stopped as she let herself just get through it. The girl had left her incredulous. Her Anastasia? The same girl that wouldn't put her pokemon in the slightest of harms' ways got in a fight? And left marks?
"You got in a fight with that little heiress?" The questions came accompanied by a few amusement-induced tears, "And she even bruised up your face?" This girl was small, smaller than her Anastasia, but still seemed to be some kind of scrappy. How she could come out so much as scraped by the inept girl was a wonder to her. Her interest in the Aqua sadist had all but faded in the wake of this knowledge.
"Hah, my name is Gwen," it took a moment to catch her breath and respond properly, "Gwen Darby, I'm a researcher. Usually independent, but as of right now I'm working on a project for Silph Co."
Cheeks flushing, lips pursed, Anastasia finds the ground to be the most comforting thing to look at as Gwen has her laughing fit. Her stomach turns in knots, she feels her temper flare. Regardless of how she feels, she stays quiet, at least until the woman carrying her has calmed down.
"She called me a rapist and attacked," she grumbled, leaving out the part where she herself was the one who started the whole thing, by going after the Silph with her flounder. "She keeps her nails long."
Her entire body tenses.
She's in the hands of someone could be called a Silph.
Fuck. Fuck fuck. She braces herself, taking a deep breath before thrashing relentlessly, ignoring the stabbing pain in her chest, she becomes something akin to Alexander, slopping and doing her very best to shove herself out of Gwen's hold. She expects to land with a heavy, painful thud.
"Are they paying you? Is this a trap? She told you I'd be here, and now you're coming to take me to some... some fighting pit that's going to humiliate me even further and rub my name in the mud!"
