Syndra stares at her DS and frowns. Whoever OmNamNam is, they and their stupid(ly cute) whale hat need to stop.
“I can’t bow to you, you’re too short!”
That’s her custom greeting. It is, presumably, in response to Syndra’s default: “Bow to the Queen” written in Korean. Which is strange, because OmNamNam’s greeting (“Magical Jellyfish Princess!”) was in Japanese. Maybe she was just a Korean weeaboo?
Either way, this cannot be tolerated. Syndra changes her greeting.
“You can bow and you will. Battle?”
Syndra stares at her DS and frowns.
Somehow, her unbeatable psychic/ghost/dark team was defeated by OmNamNam’s manaphy. What on Earth is a manaphy to begin with, where the hell did she get one, and why was it so damned strong?
It’s not fair. It’s just not right. She didn’t even get to see any of the other pokemon!
She shakes her head. OmNamNam is probably one of those people, she decides; the ones encrusted in a cheeto dust sarcophagus.
Except that even their trainer was adorable, with her top tier haircut and her super expensive clothes…
But that’s a dumb thing to think. It’s just a trainer. Anyone can make theirs cute.
It’s been three months. When she opens her DS, she’s not frowning anymore.
Today, when she sits on the bench at the subway station, she gets the familiar ping from OmNamNam. She wants to trade.
Syndra’s got a spare Litwick laying around from her frantic Chandelure breeding experiments. She queues that up and waits with some small anticipation to see what OmNamNam’s cooked up.
And then she receives it.
A luvdisc, named Sovereign, with a note attached.
“Look across the platform.”
And there she is, OmNamNam in the flesh, waving with her DS in hand.
Syndra’s heart drops right into her stomach; blood rushes to her cheeks.
She’s got a full sleeve tattoo, messy blonde hair, and she’s doing her best to look like a jellyfish in real life with that outfit.
And she’s cute.
She’s so cute.