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A written response to the awesome picture that 
kaemantis was wonderful enough to draw for me. http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1085003/
In case people were wondering what it was these two were talking about and what came of things. Their rivalry remains, though its less likely to end in missing flesh now. Thanks to those others whose characters get a mention/cameo in the story.
Also, for those looking for further clarification on the Weaver/Ishtar meeting story look no further than
gammaeradon's story here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/880271/
kaemantis was wonderful enough to draw for me. http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1085003/In case people were wondering what it was these two were talking about and what came of things. Their rivalry remains, though its less likely to end in missing flesh now. Thanks to those others whose characters get a mention/cameo in the story.
Also, for those looking for further clarification on the Weaver/Ishtar meeting story look no further than
gammaeradon's story here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/880271/
Category Story / Pokemon
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If anyone ever wanted to get an idea at the sheer orchestrated chaos that could occur at the PokeCombat Academy, one needed to only look as far as Nurse Rocco Gordon’s office. Situated near the front offices and given an ample amount of room to house any form of student, the office was well stocked and well equipped to deal with most any injury that came their way; or at least to be able to ease some of the pain before being moved to a nearby hospital. Several assistants both permanent and student based were brought on to aid the sometimes over worked Head Nurse of the PCA, especially around testing time. Sometimes even this wasn’t enough and the office found itself over run and unable to get to everyone who needed aid as quickly as they might wish.
Outside of the office sat two such ‘mon who weren’t unfamiliar with the office itself. Countless times in the past three years the pair had individually found their way to the bench that sat just outside the door in order to receive some form of treatment ranging from cuts and bruises up to sprains and in one case a broken bone. What was unusual about the situation was the pair involved and the fact that they now found themselves sitting together, waiting for the nurse or one of the assistants to finish up what they were working on and see either of them.
Dreamweaver Hipnough, better known to the populace at the school simply as Weaver, was settled in on one side and looking less than thrilled to be there. Blood seeped out of several cuts that had developed over her body thanks to the introduction of claws by her opponent against her skin; most notably two nasty looking sets across her snout and on her arm. Her uniform was once again a mess, meaning she was going to have to go and talk to the Squirtle Squad about a repair job on the get up. Over all she could have cared less about it, but knew she’d never hear the end of it from Hokori unless she had some form of working battle get up.
Resting less than comfortably next to her was one Tabitha Warren, Weavile member of Team Generation and long time thorn in the side of the tapir to her right. The two had been unfriendly towards one another dating back to their freshmen year, a time when pecking orders and relationships were often started and rarely altered. Tabi, as she was known to exactly two people, was just as worse for wear with one eye swollen shut as a result of a brutal pounding. Burn marks complimented the mark on her face along with several other bruises and a swollen knee. The two had sustained their injuries battling one another in class, a fight that didn’t end well with the coach finally pulling them apart and forcing both of them to receive medical treatment. There they sat waiting for the nurses to finish up an emergency involving Stuart Shedskin finding a way to tie himself into a knot that was proving difficult to get him out of.
“So why do you always have to be such a bitch?” Tabitha looked over at Weaver suddenly and blurted out the question. She’d been ruminating for a while how to ask it, the Weavile was just having trouble figuring out a more tactful way of doing so. The two had been sitting there for some time and fighting wasn’t an option; so Tabitha figured she’d finally talk to Weaver. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the best of starts.
“Me?” Weaver suddenly looked over in surprise and responded, “What do you mean me being the bitch? You’re the one always picking a fight with me!”
“Do not!” Tabitha countered quickly, “And you’re the one that’s been giving me the evil eye for over a year now!” The pair settled back into silence for a long moment, glaring at each other from the corner of their eyes as little was resolved on the exchange. Slowly their tempers calmed once again and the sheer anger abated.
“Felt like you’ve had it out for me since freshman year,” Weaver finally said, starting out with a bit more grace than what the other had managed. Tabitha shrugged her shoulder quietly as she continued to hold onto her head which was splitting from a headache.
“Middle of sophomore year,” the Weavile finally owned up to, “freshman year was kind of a fluke for all our match ups,” the two fell silent again, though not out of anger this time more out of confusion. Neither was particularly good at sharing their feelings and neither really wanted to show weakness in front of the other. Quietly Tabitha looked back over to the Tapir and shrugged.
“That marked three straight semesters you were ranked higher than me in battles,” the words were practically wrenched from the throat of the Weavile before she turned back to face forward, not wanting to look Weaver in the eyes. The tapir continued to look put off by the whole thing, not exactly enjoying being there for medical treatment let alone with someone she’d always had issue with.
“End of sophomore year,” Weaver responded after a moment, “after I’d been dating Ishtar for a while and saw you flirting with her,” Tabitha nodded in response to that, the explanation made plenty of sense to her. One thing didn’t, however.
“Didn’t know at the time,” the Weavile said, “...but honestly, how’d you impress a hot girl like Ishtar in the first place?”
“I saved her cat from Satanists,” came the tapir’s answer as she continued to stare ahead, arms crossed over her chest in annoyance and some measure of pain. Tabitha blinked her good eye a moment.
“Say what?” the Weavile continued, wanting details now.
“Well,” Weaver hesitated for a moment before continuing, “was wandering by a graveyard on the way home one day when I heard something screeching. Did some investigating and found a bunch of yahoos, you remember team YinYang?” She asked, drawing a nod of recognition from Tabitha, “Anyway, they were trying to do some sort of ritual or other and was going to sacrifice the little thing to do whatever the hell it was they were doing. Couldn’t let that happened so I went to stop them. Ishtar and Charity showed up and next thing I know, we were hanging out and then…” she let the other things hang open, though it wasn’t that hard to figure out what else was going on.
“So ya really have your panties in a wad about me being ranked higher than you battle wise?” Weaver turned to push the spotlight off of her and back onto the Weavile. At first Tabitha looked like she was going to get pissed off about the turn of phrase but then shrugged and let it slide since getting upset would have done her so little good.
“Battling is what I do,” Tabitha finally admitted, “It’s what I plan to do after I graduate. Want to spend about six months afterwards training with Vince’s family before auditioning for a regional promotion and working my way up the ladder,” she turned to look Weaver squarely in the eye as she only had one and the tapir wasn’t looking at her, “You’re the only one in the last two and a half years that’s stayed ahead of me in the battle rankings. Other poseurs have fallen off or I beat them and knocked them down the ranks but not you. Even the times I beat you, you stayed ahead of me in rankings due to other fights.
“That, and you’re in a happy relationship and I’ve…had issues,” Weaver finally looked over at Tabitha, caught off guard a bit by her admission.
“What ‘bout Vince?” the tapir asked the question that a few other students had, wondering how the two had been so close for so long and not hooked up, “he’s a nice guy,”
“Too nice,” Tabitha barked a painful little laugh, “he and I’ve been friends since pre-school. He was the only guy that put up with me back then, brought me in and introduced me to his family. They were nice enough to take me in and treat me like their own daughter. Even tried to divorce my own parents and join their family, but they talked me out of it. Said they’d love to have me but that it was unfair to do that to my own folks,”
“What’s so bad about your folks?” Weaver asked, a little unsure about what she cared. The Drowzee wondered for a moment if Ishtar and Dusty were starting to wear off on her.
“Nothin’ really,” Tabitha admitted, also equally unsure why she was sharing. She pondered for a moment if Marie was rubbing off on her, “they divorced when I was young, before I even met Vince. Dad’s a promoter for the Steelstar League; mom’s a movie producer here in town. Both have little time for anything resembling being a parent though they’re happy to drop in from time to time and play weekend hero,” Weaver couldn’t help but look over at her long time nemesis with something akin to the closest thing Weaver could get up for sympathy.
“So long story short,” the Weavile continued, “Vince’s my best friend and means a lot to me, so does his family. They’re my family, including that lug so I don’t think I could ever look at him as anything but. He’s been mad at me, even stopped talking to me for a week but I don’t think he could ever see me like that either,”
“What made him do that?” Weaver was curious now.
“What? Stop talking to me for a week?” Tabitha asked, drawing a nod from the Drowzee, “Oh, back in junior high he was dating the most popular girl in school, a Milotic who was after him because of his family’s name, what with his dad being a former tag champ and all,” Weaver nodded again, knowing that feeling, “anyway, I found out that she was cheating on him behind his back with some Carvanha who’s aunt had won the title even more recently, you know who.
“I tried to tell him but he wouldn’t listen. So I got in and embarrassed her so badly that she dumped him in front of everyone. He stopped talking to me for a while, until he found out ‘bout it. We never talked about it, but just went back to where we were,” she shrugged, not wanting to go into any more details on what was the most painful week of her young life. Weaver was willing to leave it at that, given that she could understand her reluctance to delve anymore into it.
“What ‘bout you?” Tabitha went on to ask.
“What ‘bout me?” Weaver asked in response, not sure about the question.
“Highly ranked, hot and wonderful girlfriend, rich and famous parents, constantly smirking or looking unhappy…” Tabitha figured that pretty much explained what she meant. Weaver shrugged as they sat there.
“Well what do you want me to say?” she asked for further clarification.
“I dunno. Why you can’t just be happy?” The Weavile watched for a moment as the tapir stayed silent, wondering if she’d ever answer.
“Look,” Weaver finally said, “yeah, I’ve got a lot of good things going on in my life. Ishtar is wonderful, I’m doin’ pretty well in school, even my family life ain’t bad. Yeah, my sisters are a pain in the ass, and my mom’s a drill sergeant at home, but doesn’t mean I have to sit here and be cheerful. It ain’t all rainbows and sunshine and all that crap,”
“Still not convinced here,” Tabitha said in response, drawing a snort from Weaver.
“Any clue what it’s like to have a grand champion mother thinkin’ you should be the one to succeed her?” the Weavile shook her head carefully, “or a bunch of sisters that think they’re better than you? Or everyone wants to get to know you just because your mom was a champion? Yeah, kinda wears on a ‘mon,” the two continued to sit there in quiet contemplation at what the other had said. Neither thought they’d ever do more than curse at one another but here they were sharing a little bit about what made the both of them tick.
All of that quiet contemplation suddenly stopped when they looked up and noticed as a rather young Corsola stood there and smiled at them. Both arched a brow as best they could due to the pain and just waited to see if she did anything. A moment later the Corsola extended a hand and placed a smiley face sticker on the tapir’s nose. Weaver looked down at her snout in surprise trying to get a better look at it. Tabitha looked over and gave a quick “snrk!” laugh as she tried to hold it in. She quickly stopped as the Corsola soon pressed a similar looking sticker against the Weavile’s forehead over her jewel. The two on the bench soon found themselves stunned and unsure of what to do. A moment later an Abra quickly came running up and ushered the Corsola away.
“Worst time to put a sticker on them,” Dexter explained to his teammate Trinity, “Worst time,” Weaver and Tabitha continued to watch as the two disappeared around a corner. The two smirked and looked at one another.
“Freshmen,” they said in unison. Quietly the two noticed the stickers on the other and started to laugh. Quiet snickers at first but soon they fell into loud giggles that soon lead to them holding their bodies due to increased pain. Several moments of laughter passed before the pair brought themselves together and looked at each other again, smiles on their faces.
“I still don’t really like you,” Weaver finally said though her jovial smirk hadn’t left her face yet.
“Fair enough,” Tabitha said in return, “don’t expect any Christmas cards anytime soon,”
“Deal,” Weaver accepted, “I’ll try to not be so snarky around you if you stop making eyes at Ishtar,”
“Deal,” Tabitha agreed to. The duo sat there, more relaxed than they’d been when they got there. Quietly they listened to the curses of Nurse Rocco and Stuart as they continued to try and untangle the poor ‘mon. Then another voice caught their attention.
“Weaver! Are you all right?” The voice belonged to young Dusty Briar, the tapir’s Bulbasaur cousin. The overall clad ‘mon came around the corner and walked over to the two sitting on the bench with a look of concern on her face. Weaver looked up and reassumed her ambivalent if snarky look that she usually wore. The Drowzee shrugged her shoulders as if to say she was fine.
“Nothing I ain’t dealt with before,” she told her cousin. Dusty still looked on with concern as she brought a gentle hand up to look at one of the nastier looking cuts above the Drowzee’s eye.
“You need to be more careful,” Dusty admonished the other, “don’t need something worse happening to you,” Weaver just grumbled at the attention and shrugged again. The
Bulbasaur looked over towards Tabitha who sat next to her, the Weavile looking rather amused at it all, causing the youngest of the trio to hold out a hand towards the ‘mon she didn’t know.
“Oh, I’m Dusty,” she started, “Weaver’s cousin. You’re on Vincent’s team aren’t you?” She asked, recognizing the team insignia on Tabitha’s shirt. The Weavile smiled charmingly and extend a hand to gently shake the Bulbasaur’s.
“I am,” Tabitha said, doing her best to smile winningly despite the swollen eye and burn marks, “I’m Tabitha. Weaver never told me she had such a lovely young cousin here at the school,” Dusty blinked for a moment and then giggled at the flattery. The tapir on the other hand turned and gave the Weavile a venomous warning glance drawing a wink. A moment later Tabi heard her name called as it was her turn for some attention and slipped away, excusing herself. The Bulbasaur watched her go before looking back to her cousin with a smile.
“No,” was all Weaver said in response.
“But…” Dusty started to protest.
“No!” the adamant response came quickly, “Not her,” Dusty pouted in response before settling in next to the tapir.
“You never let me have any fun,” Dusty admonished her cousin.
“Damn right I don’t!” Weaver said before wincing as a cut started hurting suddenly. All in all, successful day she thought. Especially if she could keep the Weavile away from her cousin.
Outside of the office sat two such ‘mon who weren’t unfamiliar with the office itself. Countless times in the past three years the pair had individually found their way to the bench that sat just outside the door in order to receive some form of treatment ranging from cuts and bruises up to sprains and in one case a broken bone. What was unusual about the situation was the pair involved and the fact that they now found themselves sitting together, waiting for the nurse or one of the assistants to finish up what they were working on and see either of them.
Dreamweaver Hipnough, better known to the populace at the school simply as Weaver, was settled in on one side and looking less than thrilled to be there. Blood seeped out of several cuts that had developed over her body thanks to the introduction of claws by her opponent against her skin; most notably two nasty looking sets across her snout and on her arm. Her uniform was once again a mess, meaning she was going to have to go and talk to the Squirtle Squad about a repair job on the get up. Over all she could have cared less about it, but knew she’d never hear the end of it from Hokori unless she had some form of working battle get up.
Resting less than comfortably next to her was one Tabitha Warren, Weavile member of Team Generation and long time thorn in the side of the tapir to her right. The two had been unfriendly towards one another dating back to their freshmen year, a time when pecking orders and relationships were often started and rarely altered. Tabi, as she was known to exactly two people, was just as worse for wear with one eye swollen shut as a result of a brutal pounding. Burn marks complimented the mark on her face along with several other bruises and a swollen knee. The two had sustained their injuries battling one another in class, a fight that didn’t end well with the coach finally pulling them apart and forcing both of them to receive medical treatment. There they sat waiting for the nurses to finish up an emergency involving Stuart Shedskin finding a way to tie himself into a knot that was proving difficult to get him out of.
“So why do you always have to be such a bitch?” Tabitha looked over at Weaver suddenly and blurted out the question. She’d been ruminating for a while how to ask it, the Weavile was just having trouble figuring out a more tactful way of doing so. The two had been sitting there for some time and fighting wasn’t an option; so Tabitha figured she’d finally talk to Weaver. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the best of starts.
“Me?” Weaver suddenly looked over in surprise and responded, “What do you mean me being the bitch? You’re the one always picking a fight with me!”
“Do not!” Tabitha countered quickly, “And you’re the one that’s been giving me the evil eye for over a year now!” The pair settled back into silence for a long moment, glaring at each other from the corner of their eyes as little was resolved on the exchange. Slowly their tempers calmed once again and the sheer anger abated.
“Felt like you’ve had it out for me since freshman year,” Weaver finally said, starting out with a bit more grace than what the other had managed. Tabitha shrugged her shoulder quietly as she continued to hold onto her head which was splitting from a headache.
“Middle of sophomore year,” the Weavile finally owned up to, “freshman year was kind of a fluke for all our match ups,” the two fell silent again, though not out of anger this time more out of confusion. Neither was particularly good at sharing their feelings and neither really wanted to show weakness in front of the other. Quietly Tabitha looked back over to the Tapir and shrugged.
“That marked three straight semesters you were ranked higher than me in battles,” the words were practically wrenched from the throat of the Weavile before she turned back to face forward, not wanting to look Weaver in the eyes. The tapir continued to look put off by the whole thing, not exactly enjoying being there for medical treatment let alone with someone she’d always had issue with.
“End of sophomore year,” Weaver responded after a moment, “after I’d been dating Ishtar for a while and saw you flirting with her,” Tabitha nodded in response to that, the explanation made plenty of sense to her. One thing didn’t, however.
“Didn’t know at the time,” the Weavile said, “...but honestly, how’d you impress a hot girl like Ishtar in the first place?”
“I saved her cat from Satanists,” came the tapir’s answer as she continued to stare ahead, arms crossed over her chest in annoyance and some measure of pain. Tabitha blinked her good eye a moment.
“Say what?” the Weavile continued, wanting details now.
“Well,” Weaver hesitated for a moment before continuing, “was wandering by a graveyard on the way home one day when I heard something screeching. Did some investigating and found a bunch of yahoos, you remember team YinYang?” She asked, drawing a nod of recognition from Tabitha, “Anyway, they were trying to do some sort of ritual or other and was going to sacrifice the little thing to do whatever the hell it was they were doing. Couldn’t let that happened so I went to stop them. Ishtar and Charity showed up and next thing I know, we were hanging out and then…” she let the other things hang open, though it wasn’t that hard to figure out what else was going on.
“So ya really have your panties in a wad about me being ranked higher than you battle wise?” Weaver turned to push the spotlight off of her and back onto the Weavile. At first Tabitha looked like she was going to get pissed off about the turn of phrase but then shrugged and let it slide since getting upset would have done her so little good.
“Battling is what I do,” Tabitha finally admitted, “It’s what I plan to do after I graduate. Want to spend about six months afterwards training with Vince’s family before auditioning for a regional promotion and working my way up the ladder,” she turned to look Weaver squarely in the eye as she only had one and the tapir wasn’t looking at her, “You’re the only one in the last two and a half years that’s stayed ahead of me in the battle rankings. Other poseurs have fallen off or I beat them and knocked them down the ranks but not you. Even the times I beat you, you stayed ahead of me in rankings due to other fights.
“That, and you’re in a happy relationship and I’ve…had issues,” Weaver finally looked over at Tabitha, caught off guard a bit by her admission.
“What ‘bout Vince?” the tapir asked the question that a few other students had, wondering how the two had been so close for so long and not hooked up, “he’s a nice guy,”
“Too nice,” Tabitha barked a painful little laugh, “he and I’ve been friends since pre-school. He was the only guy that put up with me back then, brought me in and introduced me to his family. They were nice enough to take me in and treat me like their own daughter. Even tried to divorce my own parents and join their family, but they talked me out of it. Said they’d love to have me but that it was unfair to do that to my own folks,”
“What’s so bad about your folks?” Weaver asked, a little unsure about what she cared. The Drowzee wondered for a moment if Ishtar and Dusty were starting to wear off on her.
“Nothin’ really,” Tabitha admitted, also equally unsure why she was sharing. She pondered for a moment if Marie was rubbing off on her, “they divorced when I was young, before I even met Vince. Dad’s a promoter for the Steelstar League; mom’s a movie producer here in town. Both have little time for anything resembling being a parent though they’re happy to drop in from time to time and play weekend hero,” Weaver couldn’t help but look over at her long time nemesis with something akin to the closest thing Weaver could get up for sympathy.
“So long story short,” the Weavile continued, “Vince’s my best friend and means a lot to me, so does his family. They’re my family, including that lug so I don’t think I could ever look at him as anything but. He’s been mad at me, even stopped talking to me for a week but I don’t think he could ever see me like that either,”
“What made him do that?” Weaver was curious now.
“What? Stop talking to me for a week?” Tabitha asked, drawing a nod from the Drowzee, “Oh, back in junior high he was dating the most popular girl in school, a Milotic who was after him because of his family’s name, what with his dad being a former tag champ and all,” Weaver nodded again, knowing that feeling, “anyway, I found out that she was cheating on him behind his back with some Carvanha who’s aunt had won the title even more recently, you know who.
“I tried to tell him but he wouldn’t listen. So I got in and embarrassed her so badly that she dumped him in front of everyone. He stopped talking to me for a while, until he found out ‘bout it. We never talked about it, but just went back to where we were,” she shrugged, not wanting to go into any more details on what was the most painful week of her young life. Weaver was willing to leave it at that, given that she could understand her reluctance to delve anymore into it.
“What ‘bout you?” Tabitha went on to ask.
“What ‘bout me?” Weaver asked in response, not sure about the question.
“Highly ranked, hot and wonderful girlfriend, rich and famous parents, constantly smirking or looking unhappy…” Tabitha figured that pretty much explained what she meant. Weaver shrugged as they sat there.
“Well what do you want me to say?” she asked for further clarification.
“I dunno. Why you can’t just be happy?” The Weavile watched for a moment as the tapir stayed silent, wondering if she’d ever answer.
“Look,” Weaver finally said, “yeah, I’ve got a lot of good things going on in my life. Ishtar is wonderful, I’m doin’ pretty well in school, even my family life ain’t bad. Yeah, my sisters are a pain in the ass, and my mom’s a drill sergeant at home, but doesn’t mean I have to sit here and be cheerful. It ain’t all rainbows and sunshine and all that crap,”
“Still not convinced here,” Tabitha said in response, drawing a snort from Weaver.
“Any clue what it’s like to have a grand champion mother thinkin’ you should be the one to succeed her?” the Weavile shook her head carefully, “or a bunch of sisters that think they’re better than you? Or everyone wants to get to know you just because your mom was a champion? Yeah, kinda wears on a ‘mon,” the two continued to sit there in quiet contemplation at what the other had said. Neither thought they’d ever do more than curse at one another but here they were sharing a little bit about what made the both of them tick.
All of that quiet contemplation suddenly stopped when they looked up and noticed as a rather young Corsola stood there and smiled at them. Both arched a brow as best they could due to the pain and just waited to see if she did anything. A moment later the Corsola extended a hand and placed a smiley face sticker on the tapir’s nose. Weaver looked down at her snout in surprise trying to get a better look at it. Tabitha looked over and gave a quick “snrk!” laugh as she tried to hold it in. She quickly stopped as the Corsola soon pressed a similar looking sticker against the Weavile’s forehead over her jewel. The two on the bench soon found themselves stunned and unsure of what to do. A moment later an Abra quickly came running up and ushered the Corsola away.
“Worst time to put a sticker on them,” Dexter explained to his teammate Trinity, “Worst time,” Weaver and Tabitha continued to watch as the two disappeared around a corner. The two smirked and looked at one another.
“Freshmen,” they said in unison. Quietly the two noticed the stickers on the other and started to laugh. Quiet snickers at first but soon they fell into loud giggles that soon lead to them holding their bodies due to increased pain. Several moments of laughter passed before the pair brought themselves together and looked at each other again, smiles on their faces.
“I still don’t really like you,” Weaver finally said though her jovial smirk hadn’t left her face yet.
“Fair enough,” Tabitha said in return, “don’t expect any Christmas cards anytime soon,”
“Deal,” Weaver accepted, “I’ll try to not be so snarky around you if you stop making eyes at Ishtar,”
“Deal,” Tabitha agreed to. The duo sat there, more relaxed than they’d been when they got there. Quietly they listened to the curses of Nurse Rocco and Stuart as they continued to try and untangle the poor ‘mon. Then another voice caught their attention.
“Weaver! Are you all right?” The voice belonged to young Dusty Briar, the tapir’s Bulbasaur cousin. The overall clad ‘mon came around the corner and walked over to the two sitting on the bench with a look of concern on her face. Weaver looked up and reassumed her ambivalent if snarky look that she usually wore. The Drowzee shrugged her shoulders as if to say she was fine.
“Nothing I ain’t dealt with before,” she told her cousin. Dusty still looked on with concern as she brought a gentle hand up to look at one of the nastier looking cuts above the Drowzee’s eye.
“You need to be more careful,” Dusty admonished the other, “don’t need something worse happening to you,” Weaver just grumbled at the attention and shrugged again. The
Bulbasaur looked over towards Tabitha who sat next to her, the Weavile looking rather amused at it all, causing the youngest of the trio to hold out a hand towards the ‘mon she didn’t know.
“Oh, I’m Dusty,” she started, “Weaver’s cousin. You’re on Vincent’s team aren’t you?” She asked, recognizing the team insignia on Tabitha’s shirt. The Weavile smiled charmingly and extend a hand to gently shake the Bulbasaur’s.
“I am,” Tabitha said, doing her best to smile winningly despite the swollen eye and burn marks, “I’m Tabitha. Weaver never told me she had such a lovely young cousin here at the school,” Dusty blinked for a moment and then giggled at the flattery. The tapir on the other hand turned and gave the Weavile a venomous warning glance drawing a wink. A moment later Tabi heard her name called as it was her turn for some attention and slipped away, excusing herself. The Bulbasaur watched her go before looking back to her cousin with a smile.
“No,” was all Weaver said in response.
“But…” Dusty started to protest.
“No!” the adamant response came quickly, “Not her,” Dusty pouted in response before settling in next to the tapir.
“You never let me have any fun,” Dusty admonished her cousin.
“Damn right I don’t!” Weaver said before wincing as a cut started hurting suddenly. All in all, successful day she thought. Especially if she could keep the Weavile away from her cousin.
I consider myself one of your unoffical chroniclers. Finding spare contributions and finding ways to include them into the written word. That also reminds me I've got a lot more I need to work on, especially if I want to do anything more with the Homecoming Dance stuff I've got whirling around.
Thank you. Though such praise goes to Kae as much since she came up with the idea in the first place.
But yeah, lovey dovey isn't quite the way that either Weaver or Tabitha work. Both of them are very forceful in knowing what they want and how they want to do it, and change slowly as far as certain things are concerned. So no kissing and making up here, just an agreement to not be mean to one another.
But yeah, lovey dovey isn't quite the way that either Weaver or Tabitha work. Both of them are very forceful in knowing what they want and how they want to do it, and change slowly as far as certain things are concerned. So no kissing and making up here, just an agreement to not be mean to one another.
Sorry about that, was with alot on mind. Great job and you did put my comment into your story, great job.
Trinity: See Dexter, they liked the stickers.
Dexter: I should of accepted the advance to sophmore grade, really I should of.
Trinity: but what about being in the same classes as your team? Dexter, uh Dexter, where you go, did you do teleport?
Trinity: See Dexter, they liked the stickers.
Dexter: I should of accepted the advance to sophmore grade, really I should of.
Trinity: but what about being in the same classes as your team? Dexter, uh Dexter, where you go, did you do teleport?
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