Pokemon Tabletop RPG - It's Aliiiive!

Raphael huddles behind her magazine. She contemplates accompanying Bastion as well, but figures that he's in good hands. She knows that staying will probably lead to her doing something that rubs Tori the wrong way, which will lead to screaming and other generally unpleasant things, like being mocked for being the most useless member of the group.

But Tori's just proposed a battle, so she probably won't have time to yell at her. And, Raphael rationalizes, there probably will be more scanning to be done*.

She bites her lip, and tries to convince herself that it has nothing to do with the fact that despite everything, Tori, her diametrically fuck-you attitude, her respect-me-and-I'll-respect you relationship with her Pokemon (Raphael glances sidelong at Gabby, who is still embroiled in dodging a blue shell, and concludes that that isn't what they two have), her utter conviction in her rightness and everyone else's wrong...

She lets the thought trail off. Pokedexes. Pokedexes.

*The Wexler family has always harbored a certain obsessively competitive streak, traits that completely fail to fit in the timid body of Raphael. But IVs being what they are, her genetic birthright has had to find other outlets. This one is buoyed by a tiny, tiny bubble of self-esteem, embodied in that star on her Pokedex screen and the number under it, which rises ever further towards the next...