DO IT RIGHT [alyssa]

[LANCE]

AS SOON AS I SEE

THE DUST SETTLE

The distant volcano brought a small smile to Lance's face. A familiar city- one he hadn't visited in quite a while. Had it been a year now? Most likely more. Coca saw the city as well, flying lower to the water and splashing her trainer playfully. Lance gave a chuckle as they flew across the sea green waters. "We're back." And Lance clutched Coca even tighter as the Dragonite twisted her body, spinning and dashing towards the city at an incredible pace.

As they neared the volcano, Lance brushed himself off, preparing for their landing. Coca, however, had a very different idea of how they'd reach Sootopolis. She gave a glance to her trainer, batting her eyes mischievously before diving deep into the ocean. Lance took the largest breath he could before their submerge, his eyes widening as the cold waters overcame him. Damn. That was his Dragonite, the most famous prankster of her kind. And she swam even faster than she flew, flailing her strong legs and reaching the underwater (and less popular) entrance to the city. They arrived in the center of the volcano, Lance breathing heavily from their underwater adventure.

Coca gave a wicked grin as her trainer hoisted himself onto the walk way, his entire outfit soaked and drooping. Lance swiped some hair out of his face calmly. "Alright. Very funny." The female Dragonite just nodded her head slowly, bursting into laughter. "Could you dry me off?" Lance asked, sick of the trouble Coca had caused. Speaking of the pokemon, she flew out of the water and crossed her arms, firmly shaking her head at her trainer. "C'mon. I can't go in there all wet." Lance said, keeping his composure. Coca stared at him. She pondered her decision for a moment, before giving him another mischievous smile. Her words were written all over her face. "Yes you can."

And so, somehow, Lance ended up walking into a building soaking wet, dripping water all over the floor. Coca had been returned to her pokeball.

"Lance Drakon for Ms. Akiyama."

The receptionist gave him a death stare.

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[alyssa]

[attr="class","iconmain"] [attr="class","iconsub"] [attr="class","headers"]→ notes 403 words [attr="class","iconsubtwo"] [attr="class","headers"]→ tags CREST as LANCE [attr="class","iconsub"] [attr="class","headers"]→ other grief. sorry it's so late "orz Wrists crossed against the wooden desk, extended almost to the edge furthest from her, and her head was laid against blazer-covered arms. White bangs were flopped to the sides of the seams in her clothing, and quivered lightly as the Leader exhaled slowly. Had she not demanded absolute privacy, she undoubtedly would have been discovered half-asleep across her desk rather than doing the work she’d set out to do at the break of dawn. In defense of the Leader, the work had steadily been getting completed from that moment up until about thirty minutes ago. Unable to fully drift off in the awkward position she was dozing in, she answered the buzzing ring of her telephone almost instantly. She’d jumped, though, unable to contain the startled squeak that escaped her lips before reaching for the item. ”Ms. Akiyama?” ”Speaking.” ”Who else?” The receptionist in the main entrance of the Gym had been hired partially because his snarky sarcasm was something that amused Hoenn’s Warlord far more than some nervous wreck of a sniveling butt-kisser did. She smirks. ”What is it, Eren?” ”There’s a Lance Drakon here to see you.” The Leader felt her heart miss a beat (or three). Lance? She’d not heard from him in almost a year…no, at this point it was now more than a year. ”Send him down.” ”Ma’am?” ”It’s alright. He’s fine.” She imagined the young man sitting behind the desk nodding before hanging up on her, then pointing to the elevator disguised as one of the marble pillars in the entrance hall to indicate how Lance could get to her. ”Floor B3.” In the downtime of the war, the Gym had fully risen to its double purpose. While the main floor(s) above sea level were more marvelously decorated as an area for League-Badge-competition than they had been in the past, the only notable change to the Gym itself was the receptionist’s desk that now sat practically in the entranceway. The true changes were below ground – anything from a refreshed computer system perfect for a time of war on one floor, the heart of Sootopolis’ well-maintained plumbing system below that, and then the lowest floor three stories below sea level was the Hoenn Leader’s office – complete with a neatly-made twin-sized bed whenever she needed to spend the night. Sapphire irises glinted as she fell upon the – thankfully neat – office around her. How embarrassing. Lance would see her workspace.

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