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If using pot, then water should be boiled first and then put tea ingredients.

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Absolutely would not get along with another Valerie. Only would tolerate her for whatever Gatz wants and that's it. Meeting another "herself" makes her feel like she has to be like the other version.

How Gatz gets through the multiverse is a mystery.

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Differences Between Main Valerie and GaMe Valerie:

Main is skilled in martial arts, showing in her physique. Game has only learned how to fight herself. As such, Game prefers to use heavy and blunt or unusual weapons to attack. Later on, she switches to a switch blade.

Game does not have a Rotom device, using Porygon devices instead. Without the exposure to the ghost, Game does not have Main's electric scar.

Game is not a ranger and does not trust them.

Game can actually cook! She either made all of the recipes used at the cafe or inherited them from her grandmother.

Main wears studs casually. Game wears dangling earrings casually.

Game uses a hoverboard rather than a motorcycle.

Game's main Pokemon is kept in a friendball her father made. She wears the ball as a pendant.

Main wears her hair in a braid, Game straightens her hair every day and wears it in a ponytail.

Game's favorite pair of earrings are a pair of rainbow wings. She does not know if they are real or not.

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"Team Rocket has gotten too strong. If her heart can be hardened to defeat them, Then so can yours."

GaMe oVeR: Valerie has joined the fray! An AU of @mirroredranger, in an AU designed by @team-mavericks.

Information || Carrd

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GaMe oVeR: Valerie

Current Occupation: Cafe owner

Type Specialty: Fire

Current Location: Ectuteak City, Johto

The World

Team Rocket was too strong for Red to overthrow. Instead, Team Rocket has flourished, even absorbing Team Galactic into their ranks. In Kanto, Johto, and Sinnoh, the champions struggle against the strength of the organization.

Childhood

Valerie first lived in Laverre in Kalos with both of her parents. She traveled outside of town, messing around in the bog. However, the hotel scared Valerie too much to go there.

After her parents separated, Valerie's father got full custody. After moving to Goldenrod City and living there for a week, he suddenly gave up custody of Valerie. From then on, Valerie was raised by her maternal grandparents in Ectuteak City. On the weekends, she spent time with her father, but never in Goldenrod.

In Ectuteak, Valerie learned that her mother's family disowned her mother for blaming Valerie and her father for holding her back. They instead welcomed her and her father when he visited. Her grandparents made sure Valerie knew about their side of the family, including her ancestors who built the towers.

Despite the efforts of her family, Valerie was ostracized by the locals. The tight knit community treated Valerie as a foreigner, even after Valerie started working in the family's cafe. Valerie was only able to keep a friendship with her cousins.

The Cafe

Rather than become a trainer, Valerie chose to work in the cafe. Here, she saw how Team Rocket extorted her grandmother for protection money. She tried to intervene, but her grandfather stopped her. Slowly, Valerie learned how dealing with Team Rocket was not a matter of right and wrong, but surviving.

Later, after her cousins became trainers, Valerie got a phone call from Saffron. Team Rocket stormed Silph Co and killed her father. From his body, they got the blueprint for his greatest invention, the master ball. Later that year, Valerie's grandfather passed from having a stroke. The next year, Valerie's grandmother passed, leaving the business to Valerie.

Now suddenly in her grandmother's place as the business owner, Valerie felt the weight of Team Rocket's racketeering. The small town of Ectuteak was growing smaller, decreasing the cafe's income. The members of Team Rocket who "handled" the business' protection grew rowdier.

GaMe oVeR

Things reached a boiling point one night when Valerie was attacked. She was accused of shorting her payment. Before her "enforcer" could waterboard her, Valerie attacked him with a kettle. Realizing what she did, Valerie dragged his body out. Then, she waited to die.

Instead, the next morning, a strange man showed up. He claimed to know her, introducing himself as Gatz. Following this, he made a bizarre proposal: he would help Valerie defeat Team Rocket. He first, of course, had to get her ready to end this game...

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Kasumi Yoshizawa (Violet) icons

Portraits

Persona 5 Royal

SPOILERS!

Berserk Kasumi angered

Berserk Kasumi sad

Berserk Kasumi hurt

Real Kasumi

Real Kasumi smiling

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Sumire Yoshizawa (Violet) icons

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Persona 5 Royal

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Sumire outdoor winter coat

Sumire no glasses

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Sumire no glasses serious

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Sumire Yoshizawa (Violet) icons

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Persona 5 Royal

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Cognitive Sumire

Cognitive Sumire smiling

Cognitive Sumire sad

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Sumire "Kasumi" Yoshizawa (Violet) icons

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"G'night Val!"

The redhead looked up from the sud and dish-filled sink. She couldn't see her employee around the corner, but she can imagine the brunette was on her way to the employee entrance. "G'night Hana! Have a good weekend!"

After the door slammed shut, the shop was quiet. Not a single other foot fall, clinking of dishes, save for the ones that settled to the bottom of the large sink. The redhead turned on the tap to rinse the soap off of her hands. The rest of the dishes can wait.

Quickly, the woman went to work, grabbing a scoop and a chasen from the drying rack. The tea that wasn't put away yet was scooped from and placed into a shallow cup. Processes that the woman had perfected in her teens to move slowly and elegantly were sped up. Hot water from the kettle was poured out. The whisk flashed back and forth in the cup. There was no hour-long ceremony with a monk or kimono girl to be had. This was as dirty and quick as the dripping whisk that was tossed to the counter.

The cup was left as the woman walked to the office. She unlocked the safe and counted out the money inside. The creases on her face were of anguish. Again, she counted.

"Not enough," she hissed. "Damn prices, I bet the new shops aren't being hit with taxes-"

A cold dread shot through the woman's heart. There was a whistle. They were waiting.

The safe slammed shut and locked. The cash was put into her pants pocket, bulging and heavy. On her way through the kitchen, she nabbed the hot cup, the foam beginning to settle. It will have to do.

With one hand, the woman parted the cloth barrier. The whistle sounded again. She bit her tongue. Her body tensed up. She had to be careful not to crack the cup in her tightening grip. The redhead pushed her long ponytail behind her head.

After winding herself through the empty dining room, the woman met the unfocused gaze of her sole guest. The black-clad man was slumped against his seat, looking bored at the table in the front. As per his usual, he sat at one of the tables near one of the displays of heirlooms the woman's grandmother set up.

"Heyyyy pretty lady!" The man sat up once he realized he wasn't alone. The way he said it made the redhead wish he just went ahead and said 'toots' instead. He propped up his head with one arm, the hand of the other patted the table. "You only brought one cup this time!"

"You didn't bring your friend this time," the woman said curtly. She placed the cup down in front of the man.

"And I might've! You should always bring two cups!" He tipped back the cup and his head, causing his hat to fall off his head. Once he was done, he slammed his cup on the table. So much for not cracking it. "That's not as good as a shot. You should offer those. Shots shots shots shots! You know?"

Valerie's fists curled, her knuckles white.

"Bet ye'd have more dough if ya did it. Yeah, I'll tell the boss ye'r offering shots. We cin make getting the booze sho easy."

Valerie stood up. "I believe you're not here to discuss my business. Let's get to the point."

"Right, right," the brown haired man waved for the white woman to sit down. "Show me the goods, konke- konje- hafu."

Every muscle in Valerie's body tightened as the man stumbled over the words. She wanted to puke every syllable he uttered until he settled with 'hafu'. But she sat back down. With far less grace, she slapped the cash from her pocket onto the table. "This is the exact cut I owe from this week's earnings."

Taking the cash, the man started counting. A quarter of the way through, his face crunched up, then he restarted. "I need a shot, gimme one." Valerie didn't need to be told twice, getting up and bolting for the kitchen. "And no cops, you know better, toots!"

Whisking any faster would have broken one of the tines. Dropping the whisk back onto the counter, Valerie swore she heard one of the thin, bamboo tines crack. Cup in hand, she looked at the office. Behind the locked door, on the desk were the photos of her grandmother and father. Would they be disappointed? She bowed to Team Rocket's protection to keep the family's cafe open. The same Team Rocket who berated her grandmother and threatened the safety of Valerie's cousins. The same group who brutalized her father as a warning to Silph Co.

As she sighed, Valerie felt her paper kramorant earrings tickle her neck. She's surviving. What could she do against the most powerful group in the Indigo regions? Just live. She was no fighter. As long as she continued to kowtow, Team Rocket would allow her to live.

Valerie grabbed a second cup. He had asked for it. She looked at her chasen. None of the tines really broke. Good. Just in case, she'll make a second cup. Any excuse to stay away. Any excuse to keep going.

As she was whisking the cup, the hair on Valerie's neck stood up. Her chest was slammed into the edge of the metal sink. She couldn't breathe. The whisk and cup fell to the ground at her feet, forgotten as Valerie grabbed the edge of the sink. The force of the man's hands on her neck inched Valerie's face to the water in the wash sink.

"This isn't all of the money!"

"No!" Under his weight, Valerie struggled. Her eyes darted around. There was no way anyone could come and save her. "Sales have been down, I'm struggling to keep up with the bills-"

"Taurosshit!" Another shove slammed Valerie into the metal sink. "I know you're hiding the money!" The woman felt hands grab her rear. "Gimme the keys!"

Jerking away, Valerie found herself pinned against the wall next to the sink. Her assailant spun her around. His face was next to hers, so close she swore the alcohol in his breath was smacking her nose. The man pinned one of her elbows to the wall behind her. "I'll take them myself. And I'll be taking my finder's fee shince ye're always such," his face moved even closer, almost touching hers. "Such a difficult thing."

CLANG!

There was no reason for the man who had her pinned to be crumpled on the ground. There was no reason for the decorative cast iron kettle to be in her hand. Valerie looked down at herself. The dirt from the man's unwashed hands marked where he tried to grab her maekake.

Did... Did she do this?

Did she just kill him?

The blood on the floor said so. Valerie set the kettle on the side of the sink. It too, was covered in blood. Valerie crouched down to check on the man. Where would she check for pulse again? Neck? She put two fingers there. She felt the pulsations, he was alive.

Valerie crawled backwards, putting her back against the wall she was pinned to not too long ago. She slid down until she was sitting on her rear.

Finally, she let out a sob. Even if she got rid of the man, even if she cleaned up all of the blood, even if she paid all of her debts, there was no way this would be forgiven.

"Gr-Grandma... D-Dad," Valerie sniffled. "I'm sorry. I'm going to die."