blackout [nanami]

[hector grimoire]

One: someone had pulled a lever and shut off the entire energy supply of the local gym.

Two: that someone had been taken into custody shortly after the stunt.

Granted, Hector was at a loss when it came to figuring out why the entire gym's power supply was linked to a single switch. For crying out loud, it was an electric type gym, and one would think that keeping their juice supply split in case one outlet failed was kind of important to them.

In any case, whoever they were, they were set to arrive at three o'clock sharp. Hector did not tolerate tardiness. It was clear enough from his posture, arms crossed over his chest, index finger tapping against an upper arm. At his side, Apollo sits at attention, fur crackling with built-up static.

"I wonder what sort of misfit we'll be seeing today," he states to the blue and yellow canine Pokemon, brow furrowed in irritation.

nanami

[nanami]

everyone has had this thought and i will take no blame, we choose what makes us glow

as far as misfits go, nanami probably fits the bill. she sneezes cutely in the rather pale and uninviting room, but that's probably due to equal parts the air conditioning on full blast and the fact that nanami is chilling here in what more or less amounted to glorified underwear. very cute underwear, but it still didn't cover her limbs or midriff.

she looks up at hector with almost a bored expression. it was really their fault for not properly labelling their switches, really. she expects that it was probably an energency shutoff for what probably amounted to an incredibly unstable gym.

"i want my pokemon back." she tells him like the brat that she is. they had been confiscated upon her arrival. she hadn't known them for as long as most trainers have known their old partners, but nanami had nevertheless been at least a little fond of them all.

she sneezes again.

hector grimoire

LAIKA OF GAGNAM STYLE

[hector grimoire]

Hector nearly misses Nanami's demands, only because he's preoccupied with wondering how on earth a fourteen-year-old girl managed to slide into the back room of the gym to shut off the master power source of the building. Only when she sneezes again does he meet her gaze, a deep frown setting in on his face.

"Bring a blanket of some sort," he orders the guard standing post, who nods quietly before slipping out of the interrogation room. Only then does he finally take a seat at he desk, across from Nanami. "You don't come off as an anarchist," he begins, "but there are protocols that I am required to meet."

And then, "Where is your guardian?"

The war machine hasn't reached its full power yet. The streets are not flooded with orphans yet, but Nanami has an air of indifference about her that tells him that she is alone.

The door swings open again, and the guard hands a folded blanket spun of Mareep fleece to Hector. The Vermillion leader promptly slides it across the desk and over to Nanami. "Take it. You must be cold."

nanami

[nanami]

everyone has had this thought and i will take no blame, we choose what makes us glow

she's not really an anarchist, but nanami does walk around as if the laws don't apply to her. as far as she's concerned, they don't.

"you don't know me, so you're gonna tell me what to do?" she stares at him brazenly. she puts her feet on the edge of her seat and wraps her arms around her legs in an attempt to keep warm. "i want my pokemon back." she repeats, ignoring his question entirely. she doesn't exactly owe him any answers, does she?

nanami could be stubborn about not cooperating, but it really is cold in this room. she takes the blanket as compensation for the absurd temperature that they keep. now she looks a little more like a big lump of fluff.
hector grimoire

LAIKA OF GAGNAM STYLE