i'm a slow dying flower[flint]

[Cassie]

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The flash of white light revealed a mottled green pokemon with a heavy bud on it's back. A grass type, no real surprise there, she saw them a lot. People assumed that she wouldn't have any chance, seeing as they all knew water to be weak against the leafy pokemon. Well, Misty knew this as well and consequently had prepared for such events. She unclipped a Pokeball, and simply pressed the button. She didn't have the energy for any theatrics. The light erupting from the sphere shaped the form of a monstrous water dragon, and once the glow had faded the Gyarados let out a growl to announce his presence, glaring fiercely down at the trainer and the Ivysaur.

"Finish this. Flamethrower, now!"

She commanded without further delay. She couldn't help but notice the expression on the boy's face, his eyes were wide and his jaw was hanging open, confusion in his expression as he tried to fathom what the redhead had just commanded. Misty would have explained that he shouldn't have been so stupid in assuming that simply possessing a grass type would lead him to victory, but she didn't have the time. For the dragon didn't hesitate to obey, and had quickly engulfed the other pokemon in a fierce jet of flames. Misty counted slowly under her breath, and then motioned to her Pokemon. Immediately the flames ceased. The Ivysaur was shaking, it's face screwed up in agony. Flames still clung to it's back, and then the monsters legs gave way and he fell to the floor.

"The battle's over. I win, you lose. No badge for you today, better luck next time kiddo. I'd hurry up and put those flames out though."

Misty recalled her own pokemon, before hopping down from the platform she'd been stood on previously and walking around the large pool she called her battlefield to where the defeated teen cradled a very singed Ivysaur in his arms. She sighed softly, fighting a yawn as she reached his side. He looked up at her warily, as if worried she was about to attack him. Of course Misty did no such thing, she simply extended a hand. He glared at her for a moment, and then placed his own hand in hers. She shook it briefly, offering him a smile of comfort.

"You battled well. Don't give up on yourself, okay? Now... You better hurry up and get that Ivysaur to a Pokemon Center."

She'd hardly finished speaking when the boy had taken off in a sprint, no doubt eager to get those burns treated. Misty waited until she heard the door slam close before she allowed herself to relax. And by relax she meant slump down to the floor, lying down on the cool tiles and letting her eyes flutter close. She rubbed her temples lightly, trying to ease the pressure slowly building up in her head. She really needed a break from all of this, she could see why her sisters were always choosing ballet over this kind of battling. It drained her energy, sapped it away like a well placed Leech Seed. The silence was oddly refreshing, e no roars or clashes of the battlefield. Just the gentle thrum of the air conditioning, and the soothing chill of the tiles against her skin. Misty thought she heard footsteps, but she didn't feel the urge to move just yet. She was perfectly content where she was at the moment, regaining some of her lost energy. If somebody wanted a battle, then they could wait for a minute because she had no intention to stand up and get into a fight right now. She was exhausted, and if that made her 'weak', then screw it. This was her moment of weakness, and it would last as long as she needed it to last.

ooc: Er, yeah sorry about the awfulness Nickbo. My muse song was My Skin by Natalie Merchant, which is where the all over the place post and the title came from... The title works in a way, since Misty's meant to be a ''Waterflower'... Right? xD [/ul]

[nickbo]

The posters had lied to him.

After all, Flint would have never stopped in Cerulean City if it wasn't for the posters. He had glanced on the map momentarily and, of course, the little town of Cerulean hadn't particularly interested him. In fact he wasn't pretty sure he hadn't been intending to visit Pallet Town and Pewter too; they were going to be little cities of course, with irritating little trainers. He presumed that only prepubescent little boys would be sprinting around, shrieking constantly about adventures and training in those rural areas.

The poster he saw though. A performance apparently, at a gym. Upon the poster had been a Goddess. Oh, such a splendiferous sight; the long, flowing blonde hair and deep pools of emerald for eyes. So maybe people had been a little startled when they watched Flint walk up to the poster as if hypnotized by the woman and stare for nearly an hour. The red afro'd man had stood there to take the beauty in. And the words too; 'Cerulean City Gym'.

Immediately, after getting over the beauty of the poster, he had made his life's goal to get to the water gym. Celadon city's gym could wait although he had heard that apparently... Only girls were allowed in there. Of course he had been going to make that his destination and he had been planning to disguise as a woman to sneak in. He could have done that; just get some water balloons, some feminine clothes and hey presto, the perfect woman! His afro would have totally gone with the skirt he had picked out. Flint was pretty sure he would have been able to drag Volky with him too; the blonde would have made a pretty babe although definitely not as hot as the fire master himself.

The buxom babe at the other gym seemed far more important at this time though. Hence how he had found himself earlier slowly wandering to the houses of Cerulean in some sort of mesmerized state in order to find her. Well, it was a performance or something or other - Flint hadn't really paying attention to the details on the poster.

After all, details didn't matter in disturbing infatuation LOVE.

Once he entered the gym however... He saw no elegant blonde sweeping fourth doing her gymly/goddess-y duties. Instead there seemed to be a... Far too young red head.

Yes, it was only at that point Flint felt massively betrayed. A strangled gasp had escaped him but she was rather absorbed in whatever she was thinking. What was she doing that?

This called for a closer examination! The red afro'd man somehow managed to move and barely make a sound, something that appeared quite impossible for him (but hey, stealth had been essential to avoid Cynthia back in the Sinnoh). Soon enough he was facing the red-head, a clearly distraught expression on his face.

His felt as if his whole life had been lived a lie now. Were the poster babe and this one the same person? No, that was impossible. After all, this one lacked the most important feature and the other one... She had those lovely things. And even by the picture Flint had been able to tell those had not be fake. He had a sense for that.

The deep thinking finally started to get to him and instead of bottling up his thoughts he let out a whine. The one you'd expect to hear out of a kicked Growlithe or something and the pure disappointment was sprawled out on Flint's face as he examined the girl.

"Bu-but,"[/b] he finally said out loud, truly horrified. No, this had to be a decievement and Flint leapt back, crying out rather loudly with a finger-pointing pose that was truly 'Objection!' worthy. Continuing he belted out," Wh-where are you hiding it!?"[/b]

[Cassie]

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She was furious that she'd actually stammered, but decided these were odd circumstances and she should be allowed a stammer or two. She hurridly climbed to her feet, backing away from the pointing stranger on instinct. For all she knew, this afro'd thing could be dangerous. He seemed closer to being insane, but you could never be too sure. Besides, she had a sinking feeling about the pointing. She'd seen Ash point like that and it had never ended well. Misty took a deep breath and tried to regain her composure. She was a Gym Leader dammit, she was NOT scared of an afro.

"Okay buddy, this is how it's going to go. You are going to tell me who you are, and what the hell you're doing in my gym or I will cut straight to plan B, which involves kicking your scrawny backside into the next region. Do I make myself clear?

Misty's expression lost any traces of confusion, and became much more determined, as if she was going into battle. Her poker face. She folded her arms across her chest and arched one eyebrow as she waited for the explanation she'd oh so politley asked for. She was going to give him thirty seconds, and then she'd open up a can of whup-ass...

ooc: Lame, but I typed fast for you! [/ul]

[nickbo]

She seemed equally startled by his appearance.

Well, he supposed he should have attempted to sympathize with her dilemma. After all, for some reason some people tended to get startled by the afro - to this Flint had no idea why. After all there should have at least been some sort of praise for the wonder that was his hair and... The impostor girl didn't even recognize him. How could she not have?

A part of Flint's mind reminded him it was not Sinnoh. After all, there wasn't a crazed champion threatening to murder him that he had to work with on a daily basis or any of the other Elite (admittedly he also missed the others since there was no witty old lady to comment on the state of humanity or little bug catching dork either). But to get back to topic the lack of Sinnoh he would not be recognizable, the only thing wrong with the nation.

"D-do you not recognize me!?"[/b] he exclaimed however, still acting distressed despite the fact the situation was unavoidable anyway. Not to mention he didn't really want to admit it but... This girl seemed to give out the aura of pure terror. Slightly like Cynthia but... So ominous. The afro'd one felt as if he was going to drown under this pure intention for violence.

"Doesn't the name 'sexy Flint' ring any bells?"[/b] he asked, though paused as he said it. He should rephrase that," Or just Flint. Come on, don't you know who I am!?"[/b]

"And I was here for the beautiful goddess on the poster!"[/b]

It sounded perfectly reasonable to Flint. Utterly and completely reasonable and he half expected the girl to sympathize with his failure of finding his obsession love.

"The one who look like she descended from the heavens themselves!" he cried out, even striking a pose to go with it. Maybe he had forgotten about the girl's threat of kicking him in his passionate declarations or was just ignoring it severely," I know we are soul mates! We are destined!"[/b]

"You cannot keep me from her beauty!"[/b] Flint insisted on declaring. However, a dramatic gasp escaped him, "Unless... My soul mate disguised herself!?"[/b]

This was a shocking revelation indeed. The thing of romance novels. So... Maybe Flint did read one or two of those. What? Bertha had lent him a few when he first met and became an Elite Four member. He owed it all to that kindly old ground master. However it seemed rather difficult to disguise herself here in the gym... There was no way his buxom babe had gone undercover as the one in front of him.

"No... She couldn't possibly be you,"[/b] he murmured to himself, shaking his head," One cannot possibly disguise a chest... They never escape my well-trained eye."[/b]

[Cassie]

[/i] you're talking about, buddy!"[/b][/color]

She growled, her hand moving from her hip to her belt in a practised movement. She quickly unclipped the desired sphere and hit the catch to release the monster within. There was no mistaking the roar of the sea dragon as he was iluminated into life, large white fangs bared as he made his battle cry. Misty was very small when compared to the huge Gyarados towering over her, but her expression was still feirce as she glared at Flint. She was still tired, in fact she was still exhausted but she had to remind the insane and afro'd she was still in charge, didn't she? She was going to give him a chance to explain himself, but then the fool went ahead and insulted her feminimity. That was out of order.

"HEY! There is absolutley nothing wrong with my boobs!"

She announced, her eyes flashing dangerously. Sure she wasn't the curviest of girls, but she had a chest and she was certainly a lady. And now she was going to teach the man exactly why ladies shouldn't be messed with.

"Gyarados, drown him."

Her order was announced clearly into the air, and a wicked glint entered her gaze as a smirk played on her lips. The dragon roared in delight, and began to blast the dangerous torrent of water towards the afro'd man. If Misty wanted him drowned, Gyarados would drown him!

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[nickbo]

“Oh! You're the goddess's sister!?”[/b]

Hmmm, this was a startling development. His potential love interest had a sister? His eyes trailed over her body; this girl certainly wasn't bad. Quite the opposite and he would have spent more time examining her figure if she hadn't released a... Gyrados? A water pokemon? Flint would admit as a fire trainer he was somewhat swayed... Against them in a sense. His hand itched to show off one of his own fire types but only to comfort him really. Flint's urge to release a fire type stopped however when she declared the comment about her femininity.

“Of course not!”[/b] the afro'd man cried out, appearing horrified that she would say such a thing. After several seconds of glancing her body (he only needed that long after years of experience) he had decided such an act would be sacrilegious. Insulting her figure would be like insulting the whole of humanity,” Your chest is brilliant now I look at it again! Not a single mistake! 'Tis flawless!”[/b]

It certainly wasn't the most filling out of the ones he'd seen but, hey, satisfying at any rate. She had been insulted of course and Flint understood. If only she understood that the afro'd man was incredibly apologetic for implying her chest was not supreme enough. She took it very badly and...

Cynthia had never threatened to 'drown' him before so the threat was quite refreshing. For a moment Flint felt rather relieved; at least it was not 'death by violent castration'. Drowning actually sounded a bit more peaceful until he saw the glint.

It was the glint he feared. That glint that appeared in all woman's eyes when they wanted to cause pain. Ultimate pain. It was a look always in Cynthia's and heck, sometimes he saw it in Bertha's. Yes, Flint had found out in his early days that Bertha wasn't a force to be reckoned (or flirted) with. Indeed she was an old lady who always managed to seem joyful and cheery. She took his first comment with a laugh but the second one he gave brought a laugh yet almost undeniable pain. That was when she had lent him the romance books because apparently his first comment was 'kindly' but he was not supposed to then reference about how she must have had a 'wild' life when she was younger.

The hand that had been itching to grab a pokeball did so at that point as it appeared the only way to possibly avoid possible drowning. He released it as quickly as he could and red light burst into a Charizard. Why yes it was bizarre to use a Fire-type against something water but Flint supposed it had been a last minute reaction then anything else.

The Fire-type certainly didn't seem surprised by the situation. One might suppose because it was owned by a Elite Four member and they were supposed to be ready for anything however it was more to do with the Charizard being released in far more bizarre situations.

“Charizard my main man!”[/b] Flint cheered and one might have sworn the fire-type to have given him a disapproving look. The sort an adult would give a child that stole from a cookie jar but immediately fire erupted from its mouth, aiming to collide with the water attack. One could only presume they could categorize it as the move 'Fire Blast' because of its low accuracy but it still collided with the water, serving to delay the progress of the blast and steam flared up in the air. At least the rest of the water attack that hit both Flint and the Charizard was not as strong, though served to get them... Well, slightly soaked.

Of course, the fire master's hair was still as terrifying beautifully gravity defying but the rest of his clothes were dripping.

“Y-you just attacked Flint!”[/b] he declared, thrusting now an accusatory finger. He realized he shouldn't be talking in third person or making a big deal out of it. After all, other people tended to attack him too,” Fire Master! Sinnoh Elite Four! Ring any bells now!?”[/b]

ooc/

Meh, he'll just say his position now. Sorry it makes me want to eat babies. In the bad way of course. >:

[Cassie]

[/i] her was backtracking. Typical. At this moment in time, when Misty looked at Flint all she saw was pretty much everything she hated in a guy. Every crush who'd ignored her, ever fan who got a little too clingly, every guy who looked through her, or used her, abused her trust, every ex who made her cry and every guy that had made her feel worthless, and doubt her own convicitions. Flint had done none of these, but Misty's rage was an unpredictable thing and right now it reared up like Gyarados out of the water. It was dangerous, and unexpected and far from reasonable. A small part of Misty's mind reminded her that all Flint had really done was startle her. However, the rest of her mind quickly informed that fraction that not only had he disturbed her much needed rest, he'd also perved on her sister AND, he'd insulted her boobs. Nobody insulted her boobs. Well, okay, Ash did but that was different. He just tried to divert her attention from the fact he kept fixing his eyes there by telling her she was flat chested. She saw right through that little ploy, so it didn't bother her too much.

Flint on the other hand...

Her gaze remained steely, as she was unmoved by his frantic apologies for his insults. He wasn't nearly sorry enough, but Misty was not worried. By the time she was through with him, he would be. Her expression showed no sympathy, though a flicker of suprise entered her ocean eyes when a red flash of light (how symbolic) released a large red dragon, who was quite the opposite to her own dragon. A fire type? Against a clearly quite angry Gyarados? Well, technically it was Misty who was angry but her Pokemon was quite emotive and reflected her feelings well, as if they were his own. Misty's anger was Gyarados's, and vice versa. Or at least, that's how Misty saw it.

What she also saw was the fact that this insane pervert was putting a fire type before the blast of Gyarado's hydropump, which seemed a little cruel really. However, and words she might have spoken about this issue died in her throat as she saw the raw power of the fire attack. She had to admit, she was a little impressed. Psycho obviously had trained his Pokemon, so he got bonus points for that. She blinked at the hiss of water meeting fire, and the ensuing steam. Steam. Just what she needed. Of course, fire couldn't hold back the water forever, end eventually the jet of flames gave way, allowing Gyarados to soak both the trainer and his partner in crime. Misty couldn't help but smirk as Water Pokemon chalked up another point against the world. Seriously, how could people deny their awesome factor? It just didn't make sense to the redhead.

The steam cleared, and Misty's jaw nearly dropped in amazement. He was soaked; dripping with water but his hair... His hair was unmoved. Misty was stunned.

"...Your hair!"

She murmured in amazement, before shaking her head free of the thoughts and regaining her composure. She would not be distracted by amazing freakish hair! She raised her eyebrows as the male began to make what was likely to be an overly dramatic, and annoying speech. His first words proved the Gym Leader right. She slid a questioning glance towards the fire dragon, her eyes clearly conveying the message 'is he for real?', and quite possibly 'dude, you're trainer is a toal whackjob'. They were both suitable. Misty stayed silent during his speech, deciding to let him get it out of his system before she shot him down in flames - a ending beffiting the self proclaimed fire master, surely?

"No.""

The single word was spoken calmly and it rang around the gym, bouncing off the walls and the ceiling to echo faintly in the air.

"I don't care who you are. You could be the King of the entire world, and that wouldn't effect the situation in the slightest. My problem isn't with who you are... No, my problem is the way you've been behaving since you've been in my gym."

She spoke calmly, but it was a cold calm. Crisp and sharp like ice, fragile and oh so breakable. Soon the ice would give way, and the waters would rush forth to flood and drown. Who said fire was the only 'angry' element?

"But you seem keen on the introductions, Flint, so how about I let you know who I am, hmm?"

Misty offered him a frosty smile and began to walk slowly and calmly across the space between them as she spoke her next words.

"I'm Misty. I'm the Leader of this Gym. I specialise in water types. And right now, I'm really quite angry. Which means right now I'm the very last person you want to mess with. So let me ask you something Flint... Do you really want to play games? Becuase I will play, and I will win!"

Her words were spoken softly, but somehow the quite volume seemed even more terrifying than her usual shouts. Each step brought her closer to the Sinnoh native. She glanced down at the hand thrust out in her direction, and used her own pale hand to simply push it back down. Then she looked up at Flint with the same cold rage gleaming in her eyes, and a rather sinister smile on her lips?

"Well?"

She said in sweet tones, but there was something off about them. Like honey hiding the taste of a rather bitter poison. She spoke in the matter of a spider speaking to a fly, but Misty didn't like bugs, so she didn't even think about that metaphor. The fact of the matter was, Misty was not in the mood to be trifled with.

ooc: err, yeah! hope it's okay!

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[nickbo]

Flint was sure the girl didn't realize how marvellous she looked when she was raging.

Her name was Misty? Yes, he did recognize it for some reason. He supposed it was because it was the name of a gym leader but also... Flint someone saying the name in his context? Ah yes, Cynthia had forcefully told him to stay away from several young ladies when he started setting for Kanto. Quite a while after he had originally anounced his journey there actually; after all she had been trying to make him stay in Sinnoh. This was because he presumed she loved him and he had ended up having to reject to reject her, claiming that 'his heart was solely devoted to adventure and journeying'. He had insisted to her that 'their relationship would be beautiful but short-lived' and... And she had been mean.

The blonde Champion instead claimed that she didn't want to have any legal action taken against him. Not exactly him apparently; she was his 'boss' and apparently that meant she'd get sued for his actions. Once again though, for some reason Cynthia got even more blood-thirsty when he told her that she could be his 'boss' any day if she knew what he was sayin'.

Why was he relentlessly looking back on Cynthia? The blonde was far behind him; there were far more chicks here and this Misty one was by far the one most important. At the moment anyway. Flint had to remind himself to add that.

“Misty... A befitting name for someone so enshrouded in the mist... Of beauty.”[/b]

He begun to speak at the end of her speech and it became very clear that nothing reached his head properly. It was probably the afro that caused this in hindsight; perhaps it rebelled all intellectual thought. And she was still touching him. Oh, how blessed he was to have an angel touching him. A gasp escaped him and he gripped her hand at this, kneeling down as if... To propose to her. He hadn't been originally intending that of course; Flint was too brilliant to be tied to one woman. It just wouldn't be fair to the world.

"A game? Oh, I'd always let you win. You can do anything you want to me."[/b]

The Charizard had caught Misty's look. The Fire Pokemon was clearly not very appreciative of the water at all and a snort escaped him, attempting to shake off the water. He chose to do nothing as his trainer decided to become a moron but clearly this behaviour was a regular thing. The message(s) was(were) clear in Misty's eye though and the fire dragon had no way to convey the pure urge to attack his own trainer.

Flint seemed ignorant of the violent desires of his own Charizard though and continued in his proposal stance though took to glancing around the gym. It was unusual to him and... Different. He had only really even seen the inside of Volkner's gym though and that blonde's gym was bizarre to anyone's standard. Seriously, his bestie was just over-compensating with all those complicated functions and gears.

Though Volkner would totally be proud of him at that moment in time. Flint thought it was going brilliantly.

ooc/ EWH SORRY I APOLOGIZE FOR KILLING YOU VIA FLINT POST.

It's bad sorry. D:

[Cassie]

[/s]. No, that was a lie! She was not scared. Okay, maybe just a little, but only becuase she was tired. She frowned at his words. Psht, let her win? She didn't need to be allowed to win, she'd destroy him. Easily. With one hand tied behind her back. And one foot too, she she had to hop and everything.

"Wha-WHAT?!"

She cried in alarm to his words, definatly not liking the way the conversation was going. This Flint guy was so... Unusual! Ash would have been peeing himself by now (at least in a metaphorical sense!) and even Gary would be a little disturbed and the jerk had skin like a Rhyhorn! So why wasn't Flint even a tinsy bit scared?! It just wasn't right!

She glanced down at her hand, held firmly in his and wondered why she hadn't removed it from his grip yet. But instead of doing just that she simply stood still and stared for a moment. Her gaze flitted between her hand and Flint's face, and somewhere between that flitting her brain decided to tell her that, actually, Flint wasn't all that bad looking. In fact... He was kind of cute! She felt colour creep into her cheeks and ohdeargod! SHE WAS BLUSHING! Misty blinked rapidly trying to figure out where it all went wrong today. She decided that it was somepoint around the time she got out of bed, which was clearly a MISTAKE.

"But... I... Does throwing you in the pool and drowning you count as 'anything'?

It was a weak threat, it really was but Misty couldn't help it. He'd confused her, him and his amazingly, freakish hair had somehow got her all muddled up and she was TIRED GODDAMIT. And... The hair!



ooc: short and icky, but like Misty I am very tired and need sleep! xD BUT SHE BLUSHED SO IT MUST BE GOOD


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[nickbo]

Didn't she realize that she looked absolutely beautiful and wondrous when she was enraged?

He let out a euphoric sigh when she finished, shaking his head and the afro still managed to STAY INTACT. Clearly this was something that should have been researched into by the government; it could have held the answer to the question to Life, the Universe, and Everything. Or perhaps just the question; forty two was clearly the answer after all. Enough of those completely unknown references though; it was clearly time to stop questioning PERFECTION and return to an ever so lovely member of the female gender.

The colour on her cheeks managed to go unnoticed by him though. Perhaps because he was rather unused to what would happen if a girl was flattered; he was rather more used to utter abuse from Cynthia. Sometimes he did get a flirtatious reply back from females! Those flirtations, however, were used spouted from a rather promiscuous Frontier Brain and... And Flint feared her. Of course, Dahlia didn't blush either; if she had it would have been the sign of an apocalypse. If she blushed there would certainly be a chain reaction and he'd have to run. Somewhere safe... Maybe Sunyshore? The blonde gym leader wasn't there at the moment and there were all those traps that would keep him safe! Then again... The people living close by would probably take to vandalizing it in the absence of the Gym Leader. Flint was pretty sure he had heard plans before he left; apparently some people got pretty hissy if you depleted them from power.

BACK TO THE SUBJECT OF THE PRETTY LADY. He gave a sharp and sufficiently dramatic nod to her, "Drowning... If it would be you doing it I... I wouldn't mind! I would cherish every moment of it!"

[/b]

Perhaps he was masochistic? His eyes took to drifting around the gym rapidly though as he observed what he would be 'drowning' in. This was a very different gym when he went back to it; although, if was going to be honest his Elite Four hall was practically naked (if only) and the gym leaders in Sinnoh didn't let him into their gyms anymore. That he couldn't help but think was unfair; sure, maybe there was that time when he had the photos of Cynthia and some stickers and some free gyms and some possibly spare time but... But...

BACK TO THE POINT THAT COMES OFF THE POINT. The point was the gym of the lovely Misty who was meant to be a point. He let go of her hand momentarily to turn slightly and take it all in.

"... That's a lot water."[/b]

Yes, the fact that she was a water-type trainer hadn't settled in yet.

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OKAY WUTEVS IT FAILS I KNOW. I-I just want to get something up. ):[/blockquote]

[Cassie]

Misty blinked at his words.

He was happy to drown?

That wasn’t the usual response to one pf her threats. Normally there was a lot more screaming, running and pleading for mercy. She’d never been told by anybody that they’d cherish every moment of being drowned, because to be honest it didn’t make any sense. Now quite obviously Misty had never drowned before, because if she had she wouldn’t standing there feeling slightly dazed and very confused. However she had almost drowned twice, and had been rescued by her Pokemon, (apparently anyway, she didn’t really remember allt hat well). What she did remember didn’t feel her with joy though, because Misty was quite certain she preferred being alive. Although, drowning was meant to be one of the most peaceful ways to die, or so they said anyway. Something about euphoria? She didn’t really listen despite it being related to her line of work because she had no intention of drowning. It may seem like a fitting end for a Water Type trainer, but it really wasn’t when you thought about. Seriously, what type of water specialist would she be if she just went ahead and drowned? Daisy could preach on about publicity being good publicity even if it was bad (which really didn’t make any sense!), but Misty refused to be known as the Gym Leader who was murdered by her own element. It was not a god reputation to have, was it? Even if she was dead and wouldn’t really care… But that was besides the point!

Suddenly, her hand was free! Misty hurriedly snatched it back, wondering why on earth she hadn’t done so earlier. She held it to her chest as if it was damaged, cradling it in her other arm; keeping it clear of Flint’s grabbing range. Misty could feel the rose tint dying from her face, the heat seeping away to leave her skin cool and pale once more. Well thank Mew for that! The man didn’t seem to be all that observant really but it wouldn’t do for people (or her sisters, who were far too evil to be classed as just ‘people’) to hear that she’d been blushing, would it? The correct answer to that, ladies and gentlemen, was no!

“Yes it is. Well, I am a water trainer.

Misty pointed out, recalling she had already mentioned this fact. Gyarados gave a happy roar at the words, pleased to remind the winged dragon that it was out of it’s element while Gyarados was in his. Misty turned at the sound, eyeing the Gyarados for a moment. She debated about returning the creature or not. She didn’t think Flint would try and attack her, but you could never be to sure. If he did attack, Gyarados would be the best Pokemon against the Charizard, who had already proven his power. Besides, Gyarados was the more intimidating of her Pokemon and at the moment he was quite important to the image of a tough Gym Leader Misty was trying to keep up. In reality, she wanted to sit down on the surprisingly comfortable floor and just rest. Because she was tired.

All the thoughts about the comfortable floor, were making her want to sit down even more. Misty didn’t quite manage to suppress the sleepy yawn that escaped her, a sign form her brain that she needed to sleep. She quite agreed with her brain, but that couldn’t be helped. However, she did give into the temptations of the floor. Her legs folded beneath her, Misty’s position changed so she was sitting cross legged on the slightly damp tiles, her hands pressed against the cool flooring behind her. She rubbed at her tired eyes for a moment, trying to force them to stay open.

“I’m tired.”

She directed the words towards the afro’d man, her tone daring him to challenge it. If he did she’d… Well, she’d do something anyway!

[nickbo]

"A water trainer? I don't know, you'd make a pretty hot fire one."

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Oh the pun. Whilst it caused Nickbo pain and joy to type it only caused Flint joy. He seemed rather entertained whilst looking around the gym anyway and one could only thank his disastrously short attention span. It wasn't as he had a deep aversion or dislike for water. There wasn't much of a reason he trained fire in the first place though and his rather flimsy ideal for doing so was only told to Volkner who would die if he betrayed his secret. Water Pokemon were obviously something people shoved against him in battling but he didn't have much of a grudge either. ... Though it would be amazing if they had been a grudge between water and fire types. Why?

BECAUSE THEN IT WOULD TOTALLY BE LIKE ROMEO AND JULIET, RIGHT? It'd be so... Romantic. He could totally see a movie of their love affair; a tale of people separated by life long type segregation, pulled together by Flint's stalking undeniable attraction between two beautiful people. Flint would play himself though since no one would be able to act his supreme sexiness. Misty would play herself too since her beauty was much pretty irreplaceable too. Actually could one of her sisters play the role...?

Nah, that just didn't seem appropriate for some reason; only Misty could be Misty. That thought process did make him pause and frown though. Since when had one female ever been one female? The sound of her tired stating words certainly snapped him out of his own confusion at his thoughts and he found himself only glancing back to her. She was tired? She shouldn't be!? Was there concern in his expression momentarily? From-the-heart, down-to-Earth concern? Did he actually looked like he cared about a place of the female body that was not breasts or lower?

"'Course you gonna be tired babes, if everyone went around lookin' like that the world would be pretty fatigued too,"[/b] Flint added, even with a wink. That indeed made him seem a little little bit heartless and a little bit castration worthy but for a moment he blinked a little more seriously before adding, "But y'need sleep, right? All gym leaders need sleep to keep atop of their game after all. Elite Four members need sleep too."[/b]

Was he being slightly serious? Flint, master of all things perverted and afro-like, was being somewhat kind and perhaps even... Mature?

"'Course, I don't get much sleep myself if you know what I mean~"[/b]

The afro'd man broke the moment of maturity with almost sophistication rape. Ah well, easy come easy go.[/blockquote]