indie champion may.
written by kit.
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Courtney finished her bite, glancing at May as she was asked what it was she did. Ah? That was something that really mattered to other people at times. Sh forgot. But hell, when you’ve been alive as long as she has, you easily run out of things to do.
“Nothing in particular. I’ve traveled around a lot, got stronger…I guess I mostly just explore. Nothing special, really. I’m not too interested in shows of strength or anything, like leagues and battle organizations.”
“Exploring, huh?” May repeats with a slight tilt to her head. Didn’t sound like a bad life at all—maybe she hasn’t been a trainer for the longest time but hitting the road and seeing the world was probably the best thing to ever happen to her. It wasn’t all that hard to see the appeal in it.
“That’s pretty cool actually.” She admits, taking another sip from her bottle of juice. “Are you from Hoenn or somewhere else, huh?”
hiinohana-blog reblogged this from x--crimson-archived and added: x–crimson: What an amusing answer. Was it the hint of hidden feeling behind it? Or just the words used instead?...
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☓ Nondebatably singleship with Naomi. I will not do romantic au's and this relationship is across this board--- in all interactions, you can assume Seiko is dating Naomi unless otherwise specified.
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Seiko ; Naomi ; Satoshi ; Yoshiki ; Ayumi ; Morishige ; Mayu ; Yuka ; Yui ; Yuu ; SeiNao ; Unrecognized
Legal Name: Haruka [Redacted]
Alias: May
Birthday: September 20th
Race: Johtoan
Parents: Norman and Mitsuko [Redacted]
Homestown: Goldenrod City, Johto
Gender: Cis Female
Sexuality: Panromantic Pansexual with strong leanings to females.
Occupation: Pokemon trainer; Hoenn League champion.
Mainverse. All interactions default to this, unless otherwise specified. Post plot, Seiko is alive and well, currently dating Naomi. Verse is untagged.
Ghost AU. Takes place when Seiko is still a spirit trapped within Heavenly Host. Her personality as a whole is very remorseful and she is in a good deal of suffering much of the time. Despite this, she is a blue spirit and will not cause harm to others unless provoked. Tagged #♥: v: remnant;
Stylist AU. In which group 2-9 was never formed and Seiko hadn't known Naomi when she was younger. Because of this, the two don't meet until Seiko ends up in the hospital Naomi works at, thanks to a botched suicide attempt that nearly ended her life. Tagged #♥: v: stylist;
Yurikuma AU. Seiko is a criminal bear that has crossed the border to the human world with a single mission in mind--- find the girl who helped her so long ago and reunite with her once more. Tagged #♥: v: honeysuckle;
Shortly after they perform the ceremony, an earthquake occurs and opens a gaping hole in the floor that Seiko and her classmates fall through. Seiko and Naomi find themselves trapped together inside the long-demolished Heavenly Host.
While searching for a way out of the school, Seiko discovers to her dismay that she had lost her paper scrap charm from the "Sachiko Ever After" ceremony. She brings Naomi to the school's infirmary to mend her ankle (which she had sprained earlier), and then hears Yuka's voice crying out for Satoshi. Seiko briefly leaves Naomi to find Yuka, but fails and returns to Naomi to find that she has been attacked by a ghost in the infirmary.
Seiko tries to comfort Naomi, but Naomi cracks under the stress she had accumulated in the school and has an argument with Seiko: Naomi accuses Seiko of not taking their predicament seriously, but Seiko argues that she's just worried about her family at home. Their spat ends with the two going their separate ways.
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Naomi then wandered the school aimlessly until she regained her senses and, unaware of her actions while possessed, returns to the lavatory to find the hanged Seiko barely alive. Despite Naomi's efforts to save her, Seiko suffocates to death.
Despite this, her spirit works hard to protect Naomi from Heavenly Host's sinister plans. When Naomi's guilt allows her to be nearly completely overwhelmed by the darkening, Seiko's unsent text message miraculously arrives in Naomi's cell inbox, which the latter opens to see. The same message, with a cheerful musical riff, keeps arriving every time Naomi has a guilt-ridden thought or thinks/talks to Seiko, apologizing for what she has done - as if Seiko is responding positively and with reassurance at every point.
With Seiko's efforts, the darkness leaves Naomi as she continues to say "sorry" and "I love you" to Seiko, who responds again and again with the "no hard feelings" text.
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Seiko is fortunate enough to not remember the events of Heavenly Host, her mind wiped of all memories of the Sachiko Ever After Charm; the only proof that she had ever fallen victim to Sachiko's wrath is a scar, a straight line that runs across the length of her throat where the rope had cut into her.
Her subconscious cannot be fooled quite so easily, unfortunately.
There are plenty of restless nights where sleep is stolen by graphic and terrifying nightmares comprised of blood, of torture, of death at the hand of a lover. Even if she cannot recall the events upon waking, that doesn't make her any less terrified and unstable.
Perhaps one day she will know the truth but for now, she lives a quiet, normal life with her friends blissfully ignorant to the traumas they shoulder and the grief that still haunts them.
As a young cub, Seiko had infiltrated the human world with her mother with intent to hunt humans. Unfortunately things take a sour turn--- the two are seperated and Seiko is left on her own with little means to defend herself. Her savior comes in the form of a lonesome girl that cheers her up and leads her back to the door to her home, an act of kindness Seiko wouldn't forget even years later.
Finally old enough to fend for herself, she approaches the Judgemen with hazy memories of a past love she just can't seem to let go of. To cross the border as a human, however, is a wish that cannot be granted without a price:
To give up on love, or to give up on home?
Seiko crosses into the human world in disguise after forfeiting her ability to ever return to the bear kingdom; she walks amongst the blissfully ignorant civilians dutifully searching out that friend she holds in the faintest of memories.
