Your name is Del, and today you are to receive your first Pokemon.
You have just woken up from your long night of traveling, and are not surprised to find yourself in bed. Your mother must have placed you here, but you are not concerned about that since you never cared about your mother anyway. You plan to dispose of her later on.
After dressing yourself (you only did so because you don't have time for your mother's stupid shenangians, which would have occured if you walked downstairs in your pajamas.) and making your way downstairs, you cast your mother a cold glance and opened the front door and left the house.
There were two kids waiting outside for you, and you pushed past them, not interested in what they had to say to you. It wasn't as if you hadn't heard it before, in past lives. You hadn't really changed in between incarnations, but that was alright with you. Catching Pokemon was always fun, since it was always different.
But this time, you had a different plan.
An annoyed look crossed your features when you heard the footsteps of those kids following you. You were not a particularly patient person, and you often found yourself irked at the daily motions of people, despite the bitter mask of indifference you always wore. You stopped, turning your head slightly. "Stop following me. We shall not be friends, but rivals, for you are useless and worth nothing to me."
There was a gasp of indignance, but you did not care enough to see whom it was from. The footsteps resumed anyway. You walked anyway, not caring to throw them off your trail. Petting your mother's Rhydon fondly, you slung your purse over your shoulder and took off at a brisk pace, already knowing where to go and what Pokemon you'd ask for.
"Where is she going?"
"She can't possibly be heading to Professor Sycamore's! She just moved here, there's no way she'd know!"
"Well tell me where she's going, 'cause I'm not about to ask!" This was the girl you heard speaking. You didn't know her name (well that was a lie. She never told you, but you already knew. Her reincarnation hadn't changed, either. Calem was your rival, the boy in blue, and Shauna, the girl with the short shorts. You always found her to be a bit of an idiot and hated her reasons for being a trainer. She always picked the pretty Pokemon.), and didn't particularly care to ask.
"I wish you two would refrain from speaking about me like I was not two feet in front of you, and stop whispering about me as if I cannot hear."
The pair fell silent.
After many years of being a Pokemon trainer, you have found yourself to become a bit mulish in attitude, if not rather imprudent. You have seen and talked to and conquered and thirsted for so many people in your past lives that you snapped somewhere along the line of capturing Virizion, who you found to be absolutely useless and beat mercilessly into the dirt.
You are slightly insane, but you enjoy hurting Pokemon and manipulating people, so it seems alright to you. You find it hilariously ironic that you are often seen as the savior to all Pokemonkind and you can be found stomping the head of Flabebe in later on, or skinning a Rattata. Or being fucked mercilessly. Sex is something you enjoy, and even though your red tinted haze of insanity, you always ask for consent. A strange person you are.
What? Of course you're 18! Who the fuck do you think she is, audience? Dirk Strider filming his little brother for his porn site? Come on now, she wouldn't be underage, 'cause then it wouldn't be consent.
You shake your head and break your reviere, and decide to buy yourself a lollipop later if they have it.
Well, off to collect your Froakie!
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I will tag my triggers. Promise.