Karen

@karen.pokenavs.net

Indigo League Elite 4 + Chief of Intelligence [avi, header, and pinned by Seijun Tombo in their fan-made manga, 𝘍𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴]

I had heard from Grimsley earlier this year that a horrific dark-specializing clown was raising the ranks in Kalos and assumed he was overdoing it on the Hypno therapy again.

Another budget meeting during which Lance scrutinizes the Intelligence Division’s toner expenses yet entirely skips over the allowance for another Blackthorn Dragon Tamer cloak for the League Gallery.

Koga still insists on delivering reports upside down from the ceiling all these years later. As a middle-aged woman in her forties still pounding the halls of this half empty League in my five-inch heels, I can sympathize.

Umbreon are the only Pokémon outside of the Psychic typing to have the Synchronize ability. Legends say they read fortune as a seer reads the future.

Someone told me Sasha looks like Smile Dog when she casts Foul Play, which I obviously was not aware of. What could possibly be terrifying about a JPEG? Aside from an inability to preserve detail.

The Natu propaganda machine has exceeded my worst projections. Containment may not be possible given how willingly you’ve all succumbed.

All of which is to say.. I am legally restricted to spectator-free duels. One trainer, chosen by me, may attempt to amuse me in private. Free of charge. Apply only if you are comfortable becoming an anecdote Koga warns me to remind you all about.

Karen@karen.pokenavs.net · 2mo ago

I have grown bored with challengers as of late. Bored enough to be generous. ... Koga has advised me to disclose that my generosity, when provoked by boredom, has a documented history of becoming dangerous and difficult to contain.

I have grown bored with challengers as of late. Bored enough to be generous. ... Koga has advised me to disclose that my generosity, when provoked by boredom, has a documented history of becoming dangerous and difficult to contain.

This evening's challenger summoned his Charizard with the trembling confidence of someone who has already read their own obituary. It was a short duel. And in the end he mistakenly called me mommy.