The portal ripped open, and a tiny girl in a frilly pink, puffy sleeved dress bounded from the other side. She turned around, flashing a mischievous smile, as she waved back toward the world she'd just come from. There was a folded note in the hand that she was waving with.
"Be back later, sucker," she said in a nasally, obnoxious voice.
"Odette I swear to fucking gods--" a man shouted from the other side. He sounded more concerned than angry, but that didn't bother her one bit. Before he could get his words out, the portal slipped shut. She released a sigh of relief as it did, doubling over and placing her hands on her knees as she caught her breath.
Y̷O̷U̶ ̵S̴H̷O̸U̸L̶D̵ ̷H̸A̴V̴E̸ ̸P̴U̵N̸C̷H̸E̷D̸ ̴H̶I̶M̷ ̶I̷N̶ ̷T̴H̴E̴ ̵F̷A̵C̷E̵,̵ ̵H̸E̶ ̷W̵A̸S̸ ̸R̷I̸G̸H̴T̴ ̵T̶H̷E̴R̴E̷.≯ ̴
Her eyes snapped open, and they shined with malice. That damn 'mon didn't know when to shut the fuck up, did she?
For the eleventh time, I am not ever going to punch Clovis in the face, she thought in response. She'd opened her mouth to actually respond outloud, but luckily realized beforehand that she wasn't alone. She didn't need these other players thinking she was hearing voices.
Well...she was, but it wasn't like that.
I̷ ̵k̷n̵o̵w̶ ̷y̴o̷u̵ ̴w̴o̵n̷'̷t̵,̶ ̷b̷e̵c̴a̵u̸s̷e̸ ̸y̵o̵u̵'̷r̷e̷ ̷a̴ ̴P̷̨̨̗͕̦͍̮̬͉̮̂̐̽̈̅͛Ǔ̴̧͉̖͚͂͌͊̓̈́̾͂͝S̸̤̪͇͈̙̭̭̜̃̒S̶͈̤̻̫̰̔̿͠Y̸̠͚̱̞̮͔͒̅̆̄͝.
Her frown deepened as she brought her free hand to her head and began to massage her temple, underneath the frame of her glasses. The hand that clutched the note traveled to the lone black Pokeball that was strapped to her leg, just under the skirt of her dress. Why she thought it would be a good idea to bring Odile to something like this was...absolutely beyond her.
S̶o̶o̷o̶o̸r̷r̴r̸r̸r̵y̴y̶y̸y̴y̷y̷y̷y̷y̶y̷,̵ ̶v̶o̵l̵u̵m̵e̷,̷ ̵I̶ ̶k̷n̸o̷o̷o̷o̶o̴o̸w̸.̶.̶.̸ Odile chirped solemnly.
With an aggravated grunt, she straightened herself out and released the breath she'd been holding. She adjusted one of her braids as she unfolded the note. It had been addressed to her lovely not-boyfriend, and he'd been less than thrilled to catch her stealing it in the nick of time. He'd had the audacity to say he wasn't going to bring her again; something about "safety" and "being worried for her well-being" or whatever. Now that she was thinking about it, it actually seemed somewhat amicable...but fuck it, she could handle herself.
She looked up from the note to see the endless maze of...furniture? They were in a furniture store this time?
I̵S̸ ̶T̸H̵A̴T̵ ̵A̵ ̶R̵E̶C̵L̷I̴N̷E̷R̵ ̷C̸O̸U̴C̴H̴?̴ Odile screeched as Odette's eyes fell on a black leatherette movie-theater style couch. She flinched at the outburst, and exhaled sharply as her ears began to ring.
Is this me telling you to shut up? Yes. Shut the fuck up, she thought bitterly.
When Odile didn't fill her brain with a comeback, Odette felt some brief relief. She continued to look around, and her eyes eventually fell on the sign. For as much as she read over her mother's notes...she still could not for the life of her read Unown. She sucked her teeth.
"Hm..." she hummed.
I̴ ̷k̵n̴o̴w̸ ̶w̵h̸a̶t̴ ̷i̵t̴ ̷s̶a̴y̵s̷, Odile jeered.
Do you?
I̶ ̴a̸m̵ ̴t̴h̴e̴ ̶a̵n̷c̴i̸e̸n̵t̴ ̷P̷o̴k̴e̶m̸o̶n̴ ̷o̶f̷ ̶W̴r̸a̶t̸h̶,̷ ̶o̸f̵ ̸c̵o̸u̴r̴s̴e̷ ̶I̶ ̶c̸a̶n̸ ̷r̸e̶a̵d̵ ̷s̸o̸m̸e̵ ̵l̷o̵w̵l̴y̷ ̸U̵n̸o̵w̶n̸.̶ ̶
Odette sighed. Go ahead then.
I̸t̷ ̴s̷a̷y̵s̴ L̴͙͘͜͝E̶̫̦̳̣̖̎̕T̵̢͎͎͚͍͆́̇̚ ̷̠̹̻͌͊Ô̵̩̱͇͍̺̱̊̾̀́̕D̷̢̹̯͈̈̇͛̈̒̕Ḭ̶̣͚͕̻̑̊̈́͗̋̈́͊̅Ľ̴̥̪̬̼̟̳̘̾͘Ȅ̷̛͖̹̟̤̞̺̍͝ ̷̨̛̻̖̮̹̥͗̋͛͝ͅͅÕ̵̡̤̥̝̯͉̮̀̌̓̔̏Ǔ̶̹̭͊̐͋̾͋͋Ṱ̸̛̭͎̔̀̆̐̂ ̸̧͍̯͓̥̑̔͂́̉͠ͅỎ̸̥̭̹̳̝͐̐̎̒̊͝͝F̷̭̣̮̺̽̽͆́̏̆͌̎ ̷͖̊̓͑͋T̵̨̝̟͓̦̈́͋̇̌̉̀͝Ḩ̷̪͇͓̱͇̙͉́̋͛̂̎Ề̵̢̪̩̖̹̦̤̄̑ ̶͍̮̳̖̎̈́̿B̸̡̝̫͈̔͐͊̿͂̀̃͝A̴̟̖̟̠͙̳͚̟͗L̶͇̣͖̇͆͂L̴͎̦͛̊͑ ̶̡̨̯̥̩̮̼͐̍̋͗́̚͝S̵̡͓̰̫̟͊̑̃̔O̶͎̺͐ ̷̧͇̬̫̋̉̽̑̿̕S̸̜̱͛̏̐̈́̈́͘H̴̼̪̠͒̑͂̅̕E̴͇̘͌̌͠ ̵̩̣̬̣̬̋̅̋̎̌̇͋͜C̴̯͕̦̺̭̀̀̐̈́́̕A̶̟̣̰͎͚͎̕͝ͅŅ̸̥̈́͑͗͐̚ ̶̢̭̲̫͕̖̽̅͌̽̆̾̚͝Ļ̴̯̻̥͓̻̊̔Ä̶̯̰̞͍́̿̈́͋̄̋Y̵̹̦̠͗͌̒͘ ̷̣̲͉̤̘̓̚͝O̴̞̐͊̚N̸̮͙̟̰̟̮̜̹͘͝ ̵̛͕̫̅́͋ͅT̷̲̮̓́̉́̏̒̚H̵̘̝͕̻͚͐͋̊̾̇͘̚Ė̶̲͚̣̙̊̔̋ ̴̜͍̳̺̮̙͓͕̆̒̋̑̓͛R̴͉̩̩̥̾̈̔͜͝Ḛ̴͙̦̰̲̍C̸̖̳̩̯̋̋̓̌̂̃͝͝Ḷ̷̗̖̘̈́͑Ï̷̱̣̿͝N̶̛̯͇͒͑́̍͑Ẹ̴̛̗̞͒̽̈̏R̴̼̃̏͑̈́̓ͅ ̸̢͉̟̩͙̀̂̈͝ͅC̶̮̏̈́̽́̒̚̚͝O̵̡̼͔̺͎̎͛Ȗ̷͈͓̥̣̙̭̃́̅̚̚̚C̸̡̣̤͓̼̣̈̃̒͜ͅḨ̷̞͔͉͉̻̼̲̊̐̾̐̿.̷̛͓͔̗̟̝̽̎̄̈́͒̂͝ ̴͍͖̙̭̳̮̑̅͜
Odette felt a violent surge of rage rock her core as the ringing in her ears intensified. She absolutely fucking rued the day she was born, because she never asked for this. She never asked to be a host. She never asked to be Venira's vessel. Things just sort of happened that way, and now, here she was. With this hyperactive demon 'mon screaming in her ear.
At the very least, she could bring herself down from her anger fits as of late. Because she knew it wasn't her, now. It was Venira. Odile. This literal embodiment of Wrath. If there was anything good to come out this situation, it was that.
J̵u̸s̷t̵ ̷k̵i̴d̶d̸i̸n̶g̸,̷ ̵i̸t̷ ̶s̸a̴y̵s̵ ̸I̵k̸e̴a̸, ̷Odile said innocently. I̸'̶m̷ ̸s̵o̷r̴r̴y̸,̶ ̷I̷'̷m̶ ̶s̷o̷r̵r̵y̷,̶ ̶I̸'̷m̷ ̷s̵o̶r̷r̴y̵,̴ ̵I̶'̶m̵ ̸s̴o̷r̵r̶y̷,̸ ̶I̸ ̴j̶u̶s̸t̶ ̴c̶a̸n̵'̵t̸ ̸h̷e̶l̴p̴ ̶i̴t̴,̴ ̵I̷ ̴r̷e̶e̴e̶e̷a̶a̴a̸a̷l̵l̷l̷l̸y̴y̶y̸y̵y̴y̷y̴y̷ ̸j̶u̴s̴t̶ ̸t̵h̸i̶n̶k̷ ̵r̶e̸c̶l̶i̷n̴e̷r̸s̶ ̸a̸r̴e̴ ̵n̴e̶a̸t̷.̶
When Odile wasn't being downright unbearable, or straight up horrific, she was just a particularly out of touch and, well...easily entertained. Stupid even. At least Odette knew, from raising a borderline-rabid Pokemon like her Mimikyu, that was something she could work with.
Maybe later. When my ears stop ringing, you raging knob.
