N’s ranting came to a sudden halt once he took notice of the woman approaching. He turned to face her, his previous saddened expression disappearing in favor of a mildly irritated one. He didn’t seem at all pleased to have a stranger giving him demands.However, her reasoning did get him to stop for a moment. He tilted his head. “Me? Frightening them?” He frowned, puzzled. “How so? I haven’t done anything wrong, have I? I was only speaking to my friend.”
He gestured to Ninetales, who gave N a warning glance. What N interpreted as a conversation between friends could be seen by any outsiders as nothing more than a madman talking to himself.
“In any case, I didn’t mean to frighten anyone,” N continued.
What Sabrina said next only served to confuse him further. I’m not going to ask again. If she wasn’t going to ask him again, why was she still here? He stared at her quietly, expectantly, and only spoke again once he figured she wasn’t going to leave him be.
“Why should I come with you? Where would you take me?”
“How are you scaring them?” Sabrina, for a moment, looked surprised. “Because for some, you’re pacing near their houses. Some of these homes only have a mother and children in them. How do they not know you’re a burglar, or someone who intends to harm them? They don’t know who you are. They’ve never seen you in this town before…”
“The PokeCenter, so you can call a friend or family member to get you.” She paused. “If anything, they would let you stay the night, if you don’t have money to afford lodging. I just think it’s best, since it’s getting late and the townspeople are a bit skittish.”
The townspeople had every right being skittish, especially since Team Rocket had once attacked the town, hoarding people inside, shutting down everything. Everyone was a hostage.
“Ah,” he said and thought about what he would do when he left this town. But for now, talking to a gym leader seemed to be a great way to pass the time.
He put a finger up when he thought of a question and smiled over at her, “So, do you do fortunes, or do you only call out fake ones?” he asked, wanting to know more about psychics. Sure, Caitlin was a psychic type trainer, but she wasn’t necessarily a psychic herself. Or was she? He’d have to find out.
“There are many mysteries to me, and that is one. I do not shout to the heavens if I am or not a ‘fortune teller’. Sometimes, it’s better left unknown to the individual questioning, what their fortune is. Not everyone needs to know.” A small smile unfolded onto her lips, as her words flowed.
There were different types of Psychics, and most people just felt that all Psychics were the same. It was sort of an insult, because even if two people had the same ability, both persons would have a different ability level, how they used the ability, et etera.
“I call out the fakes for numerous reasons, mostly because they hurt my people and they hurt the Psychic name.” She frowned, thinking past to some of the shams she had to put an end to. “It get’s tiresome.”
Note: This is for yesterday’s Headcanon Thursday. Sorry!
As a young child, Sabrina has always had a strong Psychic connection, but didn’t realize until she absentmindedly bent a spoon. Since her discovery, she has been constantly honing her Psychic abilities and skills.
Her training began in small amounts, until she felt more comfortable using her powers. Eventually, she was able to gradually produce more power, and become comfortable using it.
Despite showing a few of her abilities, no one knows all of them that she possesses.
It was a strangely quiet evening for Saffron City. The air had chilled as the sky darkened, and it seemed most of the residents were heading back to their homes, or already had. Amongst the few still wandering the streets was N, who instead of walking with any sort of purpose, was occupying his time by pacing back and forth in front of the Silph Company building, occasionally casting a cold glance up into the glass windows and chattering to his current Pokemon companion: a Ninetales he had befriended during his first visit to Kanto.
“It’s shameful, isn’t it?” he asked, directing his gaze to the Ultra Ball resting in his palm. He transferred it from one hand to the other, pressed his fingers to the metal seam where the two halves met. Ninetales watched him quietly from its spot on the cement and said nothing. “It’s shameful… that they hand out Pokeballs so readily, isn’t it? They say nothing about the Pokemon themselves, nothing of their feelings, but they proclaim a higher catch rate as if it’s something to be proud of. Ultra performance, they said!” He gave a clipped, bitter laugh, only to close his mouth in a scowl. “How am I supposed to promote a world without these devices when they’re so ingrained everywhere I go?”
N had not particularly enjoyed his Silph Company tour. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting to find, but seeing a major manufacturer of Pokeballs up close hadn’t been the most heartening of experiences. To top it off, he had been given an Ultra Ball as something of a souvenir.
“I don’t like it,” he told Ninetales feebly, like a child.
“I know,” the Pokemon answered gently. “You have been telling me about just how much you do not like it since you walked out of that place.”
“I’m sorry, my friend, I… I simply don’t know what to do.” Were he a more malicious person, he could ask Zekrom to simply destroy the machines that built the Pokeballs— force a shift— but he couldn’t even consider such a thing. Changes like the ones he hoped for could not be gained through force. “I feel as if I must do something. Trainers depend too much on Pokeballs, and it’s because of places like this one. Do I simply let them continue on as they are?”
Ninetales had little to say on the matter; he had lived for many years and had never been caught by any trainers, so Pokeballs never occurred to him as much of a problem. All he could think to do was attempt consoling the distraught human somehow…
But he suddenly sensed another presence nearby— another human— approaching them. A part of Ninetales hoped this second human would be able to serve as a bit of a distraction, at least.
Sabrina had gotten a call about a young lad, pacing in front of the Silph Co. building. The lad was scaring a woman’s children, and she grew more frightened since her husband was working the graveyard shift, and could not come to her, despite her protesting. Sabrina sighed s she grew closer to where he was.
“I’m going to have to ask you to come with me, sir.” She tried to be polite, but still sounded stern and annoyed. “You’re frightening the residents of this town, and I will not tolerate it.” Sabrina thought, at worst, he wanted to vandalize, maybe spray paint the building. She shook her head when the lad didn’t comply.
“Sir, I’m not going to ask again.”
Nodding, Erika smiled. “Yeah.. I don’t like those ferris wheels where you could fall out. It’s scary, really!” She blushed, seeing her laugh a bit at her, but realised how nice the weather was. “It was nice today.. huh.”
“Well the last thing I would want is for you to spend more money on me Sabrina. If anything, let me pay for the hotel tonight, okay? As thanks for giving me such a great surprise.”
Standing up, she offered a hand down to help Sabrina onto her feet. After packing everything up, the duo walked into the bustling city as dawn settled in, casting a pallete of reds, purples, and oranges in the sky. The brunette couldn’t help but stop and take it in, smiling. “Wow.. it’s so beautiful. I guess the sky here is the same as back home.”
She had help getting up, the two packed, and proceeded to find a nice place to stay. As Erika stopped, so did Sabrina. Nodding, Sabrina agreed. “I guess only a few thing can make the skies seem different.” The girls continued, finally finding a decent hotel. They made their way to the front desk.
“Excuse me,” Sabrina started. “We’d like a room to stay in.” The desk attendant looked the two over and gave a sly nod to Sabrina. “Of course, ma’am. Anything for the loving couple.” Before Sabrina could correct the gent, he bustled out a key and had a bellboy escort them to their room.
“Well, that was extremely odd..” Sabrina murmured to Erika. Shrugging it off, Sabrina noticed there were two beds. “Hey, despite us being a ‘couple’, we get two beds.” She laughed.
He frowned and took another sip of his drink, “You misjudge me again. I’ve seen a family fall apart over ill-fortune,” he shook his head and managed one of his charming smiled, “But they came back together again…”
Fighting to smile, he nodded, “I’ve only been in town for about,” he looked at his Xtranciever, “Twenty five minutes, but I suppose my time has been quite neutral,” a chuckle again made its way out of him.
“Twenty-five minutes, eh?” She repeated. “Trust me, Saffron City isn’t too bad.” Pausing to drink, she piped up after, “Oh, and Celadon is right next door. I love getting my food from there, especially since I can also swing by and see my friend, Erika.” She was extremely fond of Erika, since she had known her all her life.
Vermillion is close by as well, and so is the Pokemon Tower in Lavender Town. A small frown appeared on her lips, as she thought about the pour souls of Pokemon that had passed away.
She picked up her books, sighing, knowing she had just paid over $500 dollars for them. “Yes, thank you..” She responded, sadly, saying goodbye to her money. Who knew books could be so expensive? She had a general idea on how much, but still…
She went to her first class, which was World Religions. She hoped to explore the different religions, without being attacked. She had her own ideas about religion and philosophy, which usually left her getting attacked, belittled, mocked, and so forth.
She sat down at an empty chair. She noticed how the classroom lacked students, but also knew it was five minutes till the class actually began. Waiting, patiently, she looked over the table of contents in her book, and wondered what would be covered this semester. She figured today would be a meet and greet, and maybe a brief summary of what the course would be, expectations, et cetera.
Finally, it was time for class, and the room had filled quickly in the last two minutes. There were still a few empty chairs, though. The professor walked in, and wrote his name up on the board in sloppy cursive. He then continued to write out his office number, office phone number, and his email.
“Welcome to class.”
The thought kept replaying over and over in Sabrina’s head. She couldn’t shake away the fear. She knew that Erika was waiting outside, in her garden. Sabrina had stepped away to “use the bathroom”, when in reality, Sabrina was really giving herself a much needed pep talk.
“You can do this.”
“It’s a simple question.”
“A simple question with a huge impact.”
She struggled with herself, not knowing what to do. Abruptly, she heard a knock on the door. Erika had sent a fellow Gym trainer to check on her. “I’m alright, I’ll be out in a moment. Thanks…”
Taking a deep breath, she left the bathroom, and went straight to Erika. She found Erika surrounded by some of her trainers.
Sabrina instantly became nervous, but proceeded anyway.
Thrusting a little box into Erika’s hands, she blurted, “MARRY ME?”
Within moments, her face was quickly reddening as all eyes turned to her.
Within the small box, located in the middle, was an emerald flower ring, with a sapphire middle.