Just a little place to keep some disconnected scenes from muffinville involving characters of mine. I haven't decided how to organize this, so the first one's just in this post for now.
Secret Weakness
Whyte found a quiet alley a short ways from the stadium to sit down in, wipe off her eyes, take a few deep breaths. The mixture of rage, frustration and leftover panic made her feel sick, and it needed to go away before she could be around people again.
Her ears twitched at the sound of someone coming behind her and she turned around to ask them to go away, expecting some fan vigilant enough to track down where she'd run off to. Instead it was ...
"Swift? What are you..?" Whyte paused again, realizing that Swift didn't have a habit of wearing sunglasses while in humanoid form, especially when it was dark out. She turned pointedly forward again before flatly saying, "...What do you want."
"Hey..who says I want anything?" The apparent umbreon-girl sat down cross-legged next to her.
"Where did you even get that form?"
"Maybe the same event where I learned your secret weakness?" said the ditto with a playful grin. The Eevee-girl punched her square in the teeth, and she fell back only to bounce back up again. "Ow."
"Well it's not a secret anymore, is it?!"
"Hey hey," D gave an arms-up gesture, "I didn't know it was that big a deal, okay?"
"If you did know it wouldn't have changed anything. I know how you are."
"You know I gotta beat everyone, and Ark doesn't care if I fight fair or not. The good news is I only play to win once. Anyway, that I even had to resort to that means you were doing really well."
"Hmph. Fat lot of good that does me."
"What's the problem anyway? It's over now, right?"
Whyte glared at the image of her friend, wishing D would take on almost any other form for a bit. "Did you consider maybe there was a reason I was keeping it a secret? Now it's out, and anyone capable of casting illusions can just exploit my stupid PTSD."
"You can't just learn to get over it? Seems like a weakness this big was bound to come out sooner or later. I mean, Giratinas're already pretty scary-looking sooo.."
"Ughhh." Whyte held her forehead in her hands. "A person doesn't 'just get over' the s#%* I've been through, okay? You have no idea what it's like, I've had years go by without seeing a Giratina and then it just all comes right back."
"Hmm." D flicked her own ear a couple of times in thought. "Maybe you should just learn to tell when it's a fake, then? You're scared of the real thing, right, not an image that looks like it? I mean, what if you saw a picture of one on a TV or something?"
"That's different."
"Well then, someone making an illusion of one should be different to you too. Tell you what, I'll volunteer myself to help you out with this," she said, pointing a thumb at her own chest.
Whyte fixed the ditto with a confused, slightly insulted look for several seconds. D never did anything for anybody, least of all helping them train or get better. D was only ever interested in the excitement of the fight itself. Eventually it occurred to her that this was the closest the ditto was willing to get to an actual apology. "..fine. We'll figure out when and where later though, I need to go really punch something. Unless you're volunteering."
"Nope nope, why do you think I picked someone I know you're sweet on?" said D, popping up again before offering the eevee-girl a hand to get up.
"I oughta deck you for that, too," she said with a frown, but accepted the help anyway. "We'll talk later."