Thread: The World as it Is (Pokemon RP; NSFW)

The snap was in place and Eva felt a rush of relief followed immediately by intimidation as the Arcanine man stood up to his full height, looking down at her with jet black eyes that were angrier than anyone had ever looked on her before. Her stomach turned, those blue eyes flashed with regret for that instant before he disappeared, transformed into energy and then condensed into his carrier. She stood, motionless, a moment before she dropped to her knees in the grass, her unstable legs giving out on her as the pain she had ignored overcame her with a furious vengeance. Ilana's black hair danced about her face as she rushed forward to grab her best friend tightly, tears boiling over her cheeks as she rushed to pull the lavender haired vixen to her chest and pet those ears back carefully. Every part of Eva shook in violent tremors while Ilana held her tight, her ice blue eyes travelling her partner's form and observing the burning damage that had been done to her midsection. She pulled from her belt the ball that was Evangeline's home and held it out in front of the shuddering girl so the Espeon was aware of what was about to happen. It's okay, Eva, She crooned, her voice muffled by the hair she had pressed her lips to, Let's get back to the center. She pressed the button and the Espeon disappeared into the ball, Ilana's eyes swinging down to the Master Ball with a mix of pride and horror. She picked up the twitching sphere from the ground, the inevitability of his escape weighing heavily on her mind. Since this was incredibly standard with Pokemon, Ilana had not considered the dangerous repercussions for a fully sentient creature being boffed upside the head and captured it would be a very long discussion that would require the utmost finesse if she didn't want to be crisped, and it would certainly require Evangeline's protections. Ilana headed back to town. Despite all these worries, she couldn't shake the adrenaline and joy she felt from capturing a Pokemorph Arcanine. She rushed to the Center, where she loaded Evangeline's ball onto the healing slat and considered carefully before placing the Arcanine's as well. --- Evangeline hadn't considered what it would be like to be in a combat with another like her for something like this. She was torn between her loyalty to Ilana and her disturbed feelings about the look that boy had given her right before he disappeared. What would happen if he refused to be a part of their team? Ilana would surely let him go? Or would she? Would it change anything? She shivered at the thought of that glare settling on her again. Her healed stomach still remembered the pain of that flame kissing her flesh. It wasn't like she hadn't been hurt before, but Eva had never come nearly so close to losing any sort of battle prior. Of course, this was the first tango she had ever had with a Pokemorph and not just a standard Pokemon. The comfortable little space she relaxed in flooded suddenly with light and the soft sound of Ilana's calling voice. Eva's eyes opened from her thoughtful reverie and she responded, taking her space in the dimly lit room with nobody but she and Ilana and the ominous promise of a third from the shivering Master Ball on the table. Ilana's narrowed eyes as she watched the twitching ball answered the Espeon's previous question. She won't let him go. The young girl stood with her hands crossed over her chest, her black hair wet from a shower she had stepped out of a few minutes prior to asking Evangeline to join her. She was wearing a jean skirt and tank top with naught but stockings on her feet. A bit underdressed, but she had been eager to get this done before he broke her best toy forever. The room was a thick basement room that she occasionally used for training Evangeline with other friends' pokemon. It was their base of operations, and it had everything. Including a very state of the art sprinkler system, which Ilana stepped over to press the button outside the door to activate. She closed the door then, the water raining down on her and Evangeline as the silent chants and mutters started up again from Evangeline's lips. Two minutes of preparation, and every possible protection had been laid. Eva's jacket was closed and buttoned, the scorched shirt sticking out only on the sides and on the back now, since the front did not extend so far. Ilana's clothes clung to her body like a second skin, and she took a deep breath before she picked up the quaking ball and hit the button, tossing it near to the other side of the room. Every entry and exit of this room was built to take any damage put out to it, but even if they couldn't hold him up, the collar around his wrist would stop any unwanted dashes away. Ilana watched on with determination, Evangeline standing a few feet behind her with concern in her eyes.