>>58617932>”She’s pretty.”>”Isn’t she pretty?” Kat asked.>The zeraora put a rock on the loose corner of the newspaper.>The thin papers whipped and rattled in the wind, eager to fly with the breeze.>Her yellowed claw pointed the sprawled-out paper, tapping the big story’s subject.>Front page of the local newspaper, dead center.>It was impossible to miss.>And you agreed.>Congress arguing about pokémon relief funding was shoved to page two.>What hope did complicated stories have?>’This person transformed’ is far easier to understand than bureaucracy. >Right now, nothing competed against pokémon.>Pokémon quickly became local celebrities.>You included.>Local news around the world had to be running similar stories.>Unlike the torterra from yesterday’s issue, this one could be interviewed.>’Voice of an Angel’.>Apt title, given the subject.>A gardevoir.>Someone with a talent for singing.>Over a half-century of experience, if the sub-title was to be believed.“Yeah, she is.” You agreed.
>No picnic blanket, but this setup would do.>The rooftop of the gas station was smooth, and well-worn from the elements.>Pleasantly warmed from hours of modest sun, and likely some mystery ductwork below.>You handed Kat her fish.>A humble catch from the banks of the nearby river.>Bigger fish in deeper water tempted you, but it would take ages to dry in this cloudy weather.>You’d nearly torn the head off your dinner when you saw steam rising from Kat’s paws.>She flipped the trout, sizzling the opposing side against her glowing, electrified pads. “Clever.” You remarked.
>You slammed a wrist-spike on the still flopping head of your meal.>It stopped. >You tossed it to Kat, who fried it alongside the other cooked fish.“Best to kill it first.” You advised.
>Kat shrugged.>”D’they even feel anything?” She wondered.>She adjusted her grip.>It boiled the eyeballs of the now dead, intact, fish you first handed her. 