All Memories Fade [Glacia]

Ugh, where was that old man? Glacia was bored. It certainly didn’t help that she was in Ever Grande City (currently, a very boring place), but it was her current home and everyone needed a home to go back to. Nothing really happened here. Apparently there were people who wished for a home like that every night.

Hmph. Clearly those people didn’t know how to have fun.

She found the old Dragon ‘master’ on top of Victory Road. What on earth was he doing up there? His Salamence was out beside him too. Glacia had never really liked that Salamence, or any of Drake’s Pokemon for that matter. After all, they had always managed to defeat her Pokemon, despite her type advantage. It had always irritated her, although she hid those feelings outside of battle

“How long have you been up here?” Glacia asked, her arms folded in front of her. “You’re not going to find any pretty ladies up here.” She was joking, of course. She had given up on trying to be his matchmaker a while ago. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t tease him about it. (After all, that Agatha lady sounded like a very interesting prospective partner, didn’t she?)

Glacia stared and her eyes narrowed. How lovely of him to ignore her question and ask some of his own. But that wasn’t why her eyes had narrowed. No, Glacia (when she wasn’t pretending to be someone else) liked to be recognised on the spot – it had always made her feel famous. She had caught that Drake hadn’t recognised her instantly, although he should.

Her being up here must have surprised him.

She ‘neverminded’ the old man’s first statement – he had been right about her not liking coming up to the top of the world – and only answered his second question. “Bored.” There was no use explaining it beyond that. Yes, Galcia was bored – but what more was she going to admit? She wanted to stir something up, start a fight, cause an inconvenience, but there was no way she’d admit any of it out loud.

“Tell me one of your pirate stories, old man.”

Make herself comfortable. Oh goody, this was going to be a long story, wasn't it? Well, she was just going to have to wait and see whether that was actually a good thing or not. She supposed she ought to sit down, but Glacia stood the same way as she had been before.

"Does it matter? Repeats are fine." Only when she knew his stories inside out and upside down Glacia would downright say no to them. And anyway, if this was a story she knew, she would also know which boring bits to interrupt and get Drake to skip.

Ah. This story. Glacia knew the basics well enough. When he was younger (a lot younger) Drake had bought a boat and sailed around. There wasn’t much to it really. Hardly any details about the sailing trip around the Johto region, or the one to the Kanto. So the focus of his story wasn’t going to be on that then.

Glacia’s chin tilted down, only halfway through a nod. Of course – everyone had heard of Professor Oak, and what they had heard was usually all good. At least in this story he was possibly suffering sea-sickness.

“How mean of you,” Glacia remarked. She was amused by the thought of the Professor green-faced with sickness, running for the edges of the ship to let it out. “Forcing him to get some sea legs, were you? I bet the poor thing didn’t know what to do.”

“Oh surely not.” The comment could have referred to a couple of parts of the story, but it hadn’t been said too loudly or in too much belief. At the most, they were filler words that Glacia had said as she listened carefully to the story.

Drake seemed to enjoy telling his story. How nice for him. But still… where were the pirates? She had asked for a pirate story – if there were any pirates in this one, they sure were taking a long time to appear. Glacia looked to her right as she started to piece together her own patch of the story. Drake hadn’t given any details to the Professor’s ‘whirlwin’ adventure’, and it sounded like a good jumping point for Glacia.

“You two were talking until dawn, and when dawn came along there was no point in sleeping so you manage to coerce Oak onto your ship, convincing him that he can hitch a ride, but--!” A pause for dramatic effect. “You were unaware that the Professor was being hunted down for something in his possession. Oh no, unbeknownst to you, there were people watching you two. They were waiting for you to strike, just when your eyes finally gave up and closed.”

She looked at Drake for a moment, gauging his reaction. Then shrugged, explaining, “Every story needs a villain. Where’s yours?”

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