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Nesrin.

It means "wild rose" in a language of old.

And it's also my name.

Reddened digits curl over the rough bark of a large branch as a petite figure with fluffy locks of pastel pink gazes into the distance through eyes colored like honey.

Her dress, simple and off white, dances with the gentle breeze and ghosts against translucent skin marred by nature's touch.

But still she stands, tall and limber, mimicking the majestic tree that serves as her perch.

I'm a relatively simple person.

I like being free and I dislike being otherwise.

…also, food.

Tasty food is a good way to my heart.

Rustle.

The sound is quiet but catches her ears as they twitch minutely.

Rustle, rustle.

She stills, eyes narrowing a fraction, and flexes her toes as the warmth in her core spreads throughout her body, practically humming beneath her skin.

An inhale results in an exhale.

And a shadow springs at her.

But, y'know, being relatively simple means that I'm also relatively difficult.

Pushing off of her perch, she backflips into the air in order to dodge the Fury Swipes that came her way and lands on the branch of another tree before twirling out of range of a Scratch attack. Her surroundings begin to shake as animalistic cries fill the forest only to be cut off by a single Screech. She winces, feeling goosebumps raise along her flesh, and grabs onto a vine, using it to help her balance and jump over a Low Kick before blocking a Karate Chop. The stem snaps under excessive force and she moves quickly, grabbing onto a furry limb.

Brown meets red in a sharp glare.

And the Mankey is thrown towards the others, catching them off guard, before she pounces at long last.

After all, there aren't many people who can remember their past lives with such startling clarity.

But that's okay.

I've learned to deal with my situation lifetimes ago.

"And… Done!"

She grins, tugging on the vine to make sure that it's secure around her captives, before placing her free hand on a hip and peering down at the disgruntled Pokémon with curious eyes.

"Say, aren't y'all tired of trying to ambush me every other week?"

Scowling, the scarred leader grumbles lowly as his followers take a moment to chatter amongst themselves. One moment turns into two before they finally reach a verdict. And, in stereo, they release a contemptuous snort before looking away, making her brow twitch in agitation.

"Hoh…?" Her smile takes a darker turn. "I see how it is."

And pulling the makeshift rope over a shoulder, she begins dragging them along with faux merry.

"So y'all want to meet a Fearow, huh?"

And they flinch in response.

"MUKYA?!"

Granted, being reincarnated into a version of the Pokémon world was a bit unexpected.

In the end, though, she doesn't follow through with her threat.

Or rather, she couldn't since the group of Mankey managed to break free of their confines, escaping from their planned demise.

"Drats." She snaps her fingers in disappointment. "Foiled again."

But it's like that one quote:

When life gives you lemons, take it.

…and then ask for salt and tequila.

"Oh…?" Seeing a fuchsia-colored fruit nearby, she tosses away the shredded stem and skips over to it. "They dropped a Payapa Berry…?"

And her eyes light up.

"Lucky~!"

Yum.

Author's Note: Tis an experiment, this story is, but feel free to follow along this journey however slow it may be. :)