six degrees of solitude [w]

the sound of the branches breaking under your feet, the smell of the falling and burning of leaves, the bitterness of winter or the sweetness of spring, you are an artist but your heart is your masterpiece. and i’ll keep it safe.

his companions would look at him in deep doubt, but their gazes were drifted by a distinct sound. a mareep had shown at the entrance, a perfect example of his late statement. they stayed still for a couple of minutes, no rush was needed and it seemed like everything was a big friendly encounter. the wild one would wiggle his body in excitement as one would when finding a stranger alongside two of their kind.[break]“ya’ lookin’ for sum company, bud?” the other didn’t back down to the man’s slow approach. “these are harl an’ margot.” he pointed whilst slouching. thumb drew back to his own chest. “i’m eric.” the response was the same as ones before. “eep.”[break]he soon offered to show what they could do in a battle. however, the sheep-like pokemon cursed at his idea with a loud cry. “uh- sorry. ya’ still wanna join us?” good thing he didn’t jump right into when they first saw the pokemon, he recalled in his mind. the rocket member needed a team to… do something. he still hadn’t decided. but it had to be with a team that was willing to fight. “eep!” well. he couldn’t turn the smaller one down now. they’d work on the battle subject later, he thought as the pokeball’s glow faded, completing his capture. he'd try to let his newest pokemon out afterwards, but it looked like they didn't want to be bothered and rather stay in their container. what a strange creature.


▇ @staff
▇ mareep was caught. mareep is a primadonna girl.

the sound of the branches breaking under your feet, the smell of the falling and burning of leaves, the bitterness of winter or the sweetness of spring, you are an artist but your heart is your masterpiece. and i’ll keep it safe.

the team deepens into the remembrances of what once were a theater. he had no idea of its history and how it came to crumbles in the middle of a modernized society... mainly how it was kept that way and not turned into some exuberant hotel. fingertips played with an empty container, ball shaped, other hand grasped onto a lantern to lighten up their path. the rocket member stopped immediately when the noibat's wings had ceased to make its distinct flopping noise. the pokemon was gone. he shifted his direction to a narrow hallway, dodging loose pieces of wood and webs. to every step, a crack could be heard. he kept going for a while up until noibat was eyed in company of a pissed off creature. sun's rays entered in fading manner through broken windows and thus the lantern was dropped. he ran off to aid the troubled one whom use up his moves to keep the raging houndour in a safe distance with its flamethrower. "fight it off with hurricane.” he begs for the attention, hopeful it will stop the other and conquer the battle. it’s always a disadvantage, two against one, however the flying type had gotten some hits seeing the tired stature of the canine. specks of fire would get the bat and do little to nary damage. “air slash.” to the inflicted wounds, the pokemon flinched and eric stated the same move as before. [break]
to the fainted pokemon he threw the previously held pokeball and received his purple friend with opened arms, holding them with a tight grip. "ya kay, bud. don' go wander off like that." he spoke midst the sound of the successful catch and noibat's cry sound.



▇ @staff
▇ houndour was caught.