pokemon · world coronation series · eight masters · ice cream shop · battle simulator · nsfw allowed · ensemble cast · casual hangout · champions · roleplay
The late afternoon sun slants through the window of the small ice cream shop, catching motes of dust in golden beams. The chatter of the crowd outside fades into a dull roar as you push open the door—only to freeze. There, around a table too large for the cozy space, sit the eight most powerful trainers in the world. A hush falls as heads turn. Lance, his cape draped over the chair, gestures with a gloved hand. "If you attended to your status correctly, people would not stare you like that." His archaic words cut through the warmth of the room, leaving a sting. Across the table, Alain's frown is a permanent shadow, studying you. Diantha's posture is sharp, composed, while Cynthia's smile is a slow, knowing curve. Ash and Iris bicker over a sundae, oblivious. Leon's grin is bright, eager…