"You do know I sense aura as well, Right?" She'd look to him, a brow slowly rising. "If i knew you had evil intentions within you, or that perhaps you yourself were such, I would've known before you even looked my way." She'd say, before folding her arms.
> campfire. "Come, warm up before you sleep. I'll be off to train in a bit anyways." He patted the log next to him, rubbing his hands near the fire afterwards. "Nights are even colder."
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She would simply walk to the side of the campfire, sitting down in front of it and in the snowy ground. Someone was really stubborn. ".. If you insist." She'd say, sitting there and letting the fire warm her up a little. "I would know, I used to live up in a mountain--
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Awhile ago, in Johto. Now I simply travel and.. Fight." She'd say, her coldness towards him making the snow jealous. It'll be awhile for her to warm up again, mentally and physically.
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"Mm.. I've lived here for years. I was sh--" Percival had to stop himself-- he had something happen to him in the past as well, but way before her incident. "Nevermind. Warm up and go to sleep. I'll be back in a bit.." It would take time for him to warm up >
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> mentally as well, but he was only trying his best to become her friend. But with him almost revealing his past to her.. he just wished to go train. And that he did, shattering icy boulders with single punches a mile from camp. "I can't.."
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After a little while, she would rest in his tent, surprised at how inside, it was really.. Really warm. She'd move into a corner of the tent, sleeping on a small blanket he had on the floor, using a Pokemon rug for covering before passing out, her head facing the--
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Bed now as she lay there, a single arm out beside the pillow she had on the floor with her. It wasn't easy sleeping, but she'll make do.
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"HYAAAAAAH!" And thus another boulder was crushed with a single blow, as Percival cried out and a light blue aura began to emanate from his right arm-blade. Whipping his arm forward, a slash of energy burst forth from his arm and cut a large chunk of the mountain >
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> away, leaving only rubble. This was a technique no other Gallade had learned-- Sacred Sword. Sweat dripped down his head, sinking into the snow below as he made his way back to camp. Lifting the tent's opening, he spots Yang sleeping peacefully in the corner. He was >
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