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and so the nefarious Team Galactic has begun searching for the time and space Pokemon in an effort to destroy and recreate the entire Pokemon Universe. Will you step up, earn your badges,
and fight to defend the world? Or do you believe in Galactic ideals, wishing to follow their efforts in starting anew?
[ 08.15 ] Welcome to Sinnoh! Team Rocket have arrived in Sinnoh and have left a very daunting message here. With the introduction of a new class comes another promo!
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major news alert!
witness reports from all over the region has been flooding in about strange happenings at the three lakes. what's more perplexing is that these occurrences seem to be happening spontaneously at the lakes. just moments ago, a burst of light erupted at the locations and residents in the vicinity have reported that the lake-side pokemon have turned aggressive and attack on sight.
However, there have been rumours and sightings of the legendary lake trio which has had trainers flocking in from all over the region.
Post by Trevor Knight on Oct 29, 2016 19:13:11 GMT
i am a lion and i want to be free
lion
do you see a lion when you look inside of me?
The lights illuminated he city, the buzzing of cars and conversation between people and Pokemon livened the city’s already glowing interior. He detested how crowded the city was, but its beauty made up for its bickering masses.
There wasn’t much that could explain the already illuminated city as street lights, stop lights, and every other light that could be found in the city beat onto the metropolis. There was little that could be done to explain what the city may look like for a traveler, a fire? The tail light of a ginormous Volbeat? Regardless of the comparison its luminosity was unrivaled, and could spur the interest of a traveler to come to it. Jubelife wasn’t as big as some of the other city’s in the other regions, Kalos, Unova, Heonn, they all probably had city’s that were far bigger and busier, but none could match the atmosphere of one of Sinnoh’s many glowing gems.
Trevor stared up at the sky as he let his thoughts drift about the night sky, who would have thought he would be on his own now? No one to bully him, no one to pressure him, but where would he go? One of many questions he had yet to answer.
Shaking his head he perished the thoughts for now, there were more pressing matters for him to attend to, like where would he sleep tonight, or what he would eat. He sat on a bench at the edge of the city’s only park, he had managed to find the least populated area in the city and oddly enough it was the only piece of the metropolis that was mostly untouched my industrialization.
It was cool tonight, understandable with Halloween decorations stung around the windows, trees and street lights, anywhere that could hold some sort of decoration there was one, rather it was a paper ghost, or the well crafted paper mache Gengar at the entrance of the cafe on the edge of the park. It was obvious the people of Jubelife were ready for Halloween. He brushed his fingers through his ebony mane, contemplation back on his face. "There’s always the Pokemon center..." The brunette inquired, crossing one leg over the other, arms crossed. "What a breeze," he took a deep breath, the cool air refreshing his nostrils, almost as if his mind was being cleansed with every breath. To a passer by he’d looked strange considering the fact that he was dressed lightly for the weather, his attire was little more than a blue hoodie and pewter shorts. He relished the cold, but what felt amazing to him, however, was akin to the tundra for everyone else.
He wasn’t alone tonight, Bergmite rested under his bench in her usual still position, she looked like little more than a miniature glacier resting under the bench. Totodile would have been out as well, but the blue reptile wasn’t a fan of the cold. If only he could sit here forever, this was his ideal time fo day, but his stomach seemed to disagree with the idea of staying put a low growl emitting from under his hoodie. As peaceful as it was, that peace wouldn’t last, it never did.
From behind the young man came a low growl, Jubelife was known for a few things, its enormous television screen, its mass of buildings, and its stray Pokemon roaming the streets as they please. A trio of Houndour weren’t stalking the trainer, but his Pokemon. Even in the city naturalistic hunting was still a habit for the many undomesticated Pokemon, and Bergmite was in the sights of the trio of hounds.
0000 words // @tag // notes: WaifuS ARE GREAT // muse/outfit
A warm, modern utopia for the media, trainers, and other pokemon. Despite not being much of a people person herself due to the lack of communication through voice, she never has a problem fitting in with the crowd in face of her odd hair and eye combination. As per usual, her parasol was so very light on her shoulder and stern in her grip. Lucky her, she entered at such a time where the crowd was thin and the lights had just recently flickered on to illuminate the streets. Her fingers twirled around the handle of her parasol rather effortlessly, keeping the other arm down at her side. Sure, something like this could appear out of place, but to be fair it did add to her character.
Although now that it was night, she hadn't a reason to keep the beautiful thing open. Certainly, her parasol helped in both sun and rai, but at night? Unless she wished to be blown away, it would be wise of her to close it, now. So close it she did, and then proceeded to use it as some sort of cane of her own.
Halloween, Autumn. Children ran around, looking for candy while ghost types came out to scare child and adult alike for their own twisted pleasure. Much as she would love to, she failed to ignore the chilling breeze that began brewing moments after closing her beloved parasol. Though one would think that her attire would save her from the chill, it did quite little. She donned a chocolate brown corset which curved in the middle at the bottom; exposing her hips whether she so liked it or not. Over top that was a white jacket with a pale pink interior, brown pants, and white heel-boots. While usually she would wear jewelry, Olivia replaced those beads with a thin, white scarf. It did little against the cold, but it did enough to keep her from having her neck chilled to the extent of discomfort. Good thing she was born and raised in Snowpoint, lest she wanted to freeze to death from the unfamiliarity with this sort of weather.
Now what caught her attention, was a lone figure out in the distance. What were they doing at this time of night? Either they were stupid, or they hadn't realized the time. The majority of trainers have already stopped by pokemon centres to rest up - and who wouldn't? It was like a free inn for trainers. Although initially planning on turning her heel and pay him no mind, her ears picked up the soft growling of hounds fro her stance. Should she let those Houndour do their thing and attack the pair, or should she step in to assist? Oh, the temptation to just stand there was appealing indeed.
Thus for now, she hide behind the shadows of an alley, gleaming strawberry and cocoa eyes gazing out to witness what exactly the boy would do. They were only 3 pups, he would be fine. Worse come to worst, she could just have Horsea scare them off with a little bubble beam.
Post by Trevor Knight on Oct 29, 2016 23:09:19 GMT
i am a lion and i want to be free
lion
do you see a lion when you look inside of me?
A snap of Jaws had caught his attention. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, not form the cold but the low “dour” that followed a deep bark. Just his luck...
The mini iceberg stayed in place, its eyes shut, unaware to the fact that it was the apple of a pair of vicious eyes. Keep its place, it seemed to father dig itself into the ground rendering an escape by fleeing useless for its trainer. The three Houndour kept low to the ground seeming to stalk the duo closer, and closer, thought he grass wasn’t nearly high enough to hide the Pokemon. Trevor dismissed the noise as it seemed to have disappeared as fast as it came.
Trevor would look back into night sky now becoming once again oblivious to the on coming assault. His eyes would drift behind him when another growl caught his attention. His suspensions were correct… How did he become so ignorant?
He bolted up, as he and his Pokemon would soon be surrounded, moonlight beamed down on the scene, the eyes of the Houndour reflected a sort of yellow luminescence. He knew he should have went to the Pokemon center, but they had been in the city, the thought of wild Pokemon attacking him didn’t occur to him in the very least. He should have been more prepared, he should have left earlier, why did he stay?
He shook his head in an attempt to ease his mind, he licked his lips, they had already become dry. Light beads of sweat trickled down the bridge of his nose. This wasn’t fear, but it was anticipation. Three vs one would be the round, but could he end the fight swiftly before anyone noticed?
Slowly, he gripped King Leer’s Pokeball and dropped it onto the ground. A transparent beam of red light would materialize the Totodile. The odds had tipped in his favor, though Totodile was a little too excited to be out of its Pokeball. “Calm down!” he commanded to the alligator as it seemed to hop in place and pace around its master. Three fire types vs one water type, fair odds. No doubt, he’d be able to handle them with relative ease. “Well, I suppose you can ease your excitement with a quick battle.” his breathing was heavy, the sweat seemed to stop trickling, though his throat had become dry.
“Hydro pump the first!” he pointed at the dog in front of them, “Bergmite wake up!”
Totodile had engaged the first Houndour and blew it away with a forceful hydro pump. The second Houndoom lunged towards the Bergmite, however it wouldn’t get too far, the Totodile chomping down on its leg with a swift crunch and slamming it onto the ground before tossing it out of the way. Two down one to go. Despite their attempts, the last of the pups had found its way to Bergmite while Totodile was distracted.
“Wake up!” Trevor ordered, and that is what it did. At the sight of the Houndour it sprung forward with a double edge knocking the last dog into the other. The battle had gone faster that expected, though Trevor was impressed their training had paid off at least. He watched the three dogs shake their fur and run towards an alley way.
He would kneel to pet his Pokemon on a battle well fought, they had both earned a good pat, but they were still sloppy on delivery. “Good job tea-” almost to que Totodile bit him. “Not again!” he fell back shaking the blue Pokemon off of his hand. “Get off!”
He returned both Pokemon to their Pokeballs, and blew on his hand. Totodile had a habit of biting, honestly he would trade it if it wasn’t so decent in battle. For a moment his eyes fixated on the on the rolling clouds. “Looks like rain.”
0000 words // Olivia Kirkwood // notes: WaifuS ARE GREAT // muse/outfit
The houndour looked as though they were just about ready to chomp down on a wonderful feast. Who could blame them? That Bermite over there looked like the perfect cold treat, and those little canines were a little hungry.
Just a little.
Olivia's eyes were so casually looking down on the trainer who was fighting off the three pokemon with a single one. Part of her was impressed with how sleepy that ice type could be. Wouldn't it be best to recall it to eliminate the worry? Frankly, she found it to be quite foolish of him to think nothing of the foreshadowed attack by the trio. Now, what would he do? There was no getting out of this one lest he ran away, but it would appear as though he chose not to do so. Something like this also made her question what in the world could make someone think so oddly, but then deduced that this man went off the 'fight' aspect of 'fight or flight' response. Fair enough.
Duel-coloured eyes gazed at the battle before her, the canines relentlessly attacking the Totodile that the man had sent out. The battle had gone rather quickly, but the dark puppies were retreating in her direction. Ah, that wouldn't be good. Even then, they were far too injured and scared to engage her in battle. 'How cute.' she thought, gazing down at the trio of pups who had stopped right at the entrance of the alley. No words needed to be said, because she just leaked the charisma. Her presence overpowered those undomesticated pokemon, effectively intimidating with the simple gaze within the shadows. While they had prepared to engage in battle, Olivia only crouched downwards to pull out a few Oran berries that she happened to pick on her trip to Jubilife from Sandgem. They were injured, of course she would heal them up. Wild pokemon couldn't go to pokemon centres unless a trainer or someone else were to bring them, which was honestly a shame.
Though many would have left it like that, Olivia actually fed them from the palm of her hand. "Come 'ere, loves." Her voice came out in a hushed whisper, although her smile wasn't that of a sly and cocky smirk. Rather, it was more of a welcoming grin. Slowly, the small group of dark types crowded around to cautiously grab the berries and chomp them down. What? She liked pokemon more than she did people.
Her eyes turned up towards the clouds looming on above, signalling that a storm was coming. But could she leave these little guys in the city all alone? Ugh.. They were too pitiful. Plus, they were the perfect example of pokemon showing regret, mercy, anticipation, fear, and everything beyond or in between. Before she could come to a conclusion on what to do, the trio retreated back into the tall grass and scurried off into the night. Even better, now she wouldn't have to worry about them.
Rain would be coming, and that means getting drenched if she didn't have her umbrella with her. The Pokemon Centre was quite a ways from where she stood, but it shouldn't be a problem. The feminine figure walked out of the alleyway to be exposed by the bright lights, then opening up her umbrella. As though it were on cue, the rain began to slowly shower which quickly escalated into a downpour. Of course, she was safe under her umbrella, but now she would have been seen. Not that she cared of course.
Curious. Even though she had her umbrella, her eyes were fixated on the man who was undoubtedly going to get drenched at this rate. Will he make a break for it? Or would he approach her? No, she wasn't feeling very generous today, although the shadow that the umbrella casted over her eyes almost made her stare come off as indirect taunting. That smirk of satisfaction only contributed to that assumption. If she caught his eye, then her gloved hand pointed at the Umbrella as she gestured from afar. Pointed at him, and then the parasol/umbrella. If he asked, she'd gladly walk with him. But if he didn't, well, she wasn't going to pursue it.
The rumbling of thunder ushered in a wave of cool rain. Each bead that hit him refreshed his skin as he would stand there for a moment. He covered his head with his hands and looked around the park for relief. The Cafe had closed, and it appeared to be no where to go but an alley way. Was today his unlucky day?
He had no issue with getting wet, but he had nowhere to go if he got sick and that was enough to spur him towards the alley at first. He sniffled a bit, and kept towards it, the houndour he had beaten had scurried this way, hell if they got bold he could always summon up Toto to put them into a trash bin until the rain subsided. There wasn’t much to it other than get out of the rain, and he was ready to do so, or at least he was. He pulled his hoodie over his head and began a leisure walk, the cold air combined with rush of water sent shivers up his bare legs. Maybe he was too comfortable in the cold after all, here he was drenched in rain and freezing because he choose not to wear long pants.
Trevor would look up as he closed the distance between him and the alley, he had trailed off in thought on his walk. With Totodile and Bergmite, maybe become a gym leader was a possible goal. Or maybe he was deluding himself, either way he was glad he had them but feared that he may not be good enough to make them as strong as they should be in the next few years.
He had found himself a could of yards away from the alleyway, it was farther than he thought it would be but soon he would stop in his tracks as a white mass formed down the way. It appeared to be holding an umbrella, but as he got closer it came into form better . From what he could tell it was a woman, but the rain was so heavy that he couldn’t make out too much about her other than pink hair. Rather strange, but who was he to judge. He stopped dead in his tracks, she when she noticed him.
What did she want? Was she going to bully him? Mock him? Attack him? He froze in place for a moment. Like earlier beads of sweat began to form on his brow, though this time the rain made it less evident, his heart rate increased and his breath became shallow. What did she want?! His knees seemed to nearly give out, his Gynophobia was nearly crippling him on the spot, though he had been seeing women all day and he wasn’t this terrified. Maybe it was her peculiar scheme of colors that added to the intimidation factor.
The world froze when she pointed at him. “W-what?” his eyes widened, his lips became dry and his heart seemed to skip a beat. Any attack she pulled would strike him down, anything she said would strike fear in his heart, and a laugh would put a nail in his coffin. Why would she want to hurt him? What did he do to her?
His illogical fear wasn’t his fault, but that of his child, he had been bullied, harassed and teased by his older sister and this was the result mixed in with the fact that no woman other than his mother had ever been kind to him. However, his fears were completely illogical and were proven so as she pointed at her umbrella. She wanted to help him? Could he trust her? No, no, no! She had to want to hurt him… He was triggered… Normally he laughed about them but he was legitimately anxious right now with curiosity and fear of what would happen.
Against his better judgment, he slowly began to walk towards her. His eyes wouldn’t fall on her once however as he stared at the ground. Each tap of the puddles beneath his feet seemed to calm him down as he finally reached her. He took a gentle breath and looked up at her. Her visage matched her hair, strawberry and ebony. He opened his mouth to speak, but his teeth chattered his mouth back shut, a combination of the caution he felt and the cold getting to him, “Um, hello… Were you offering me the chance to walk with you?” he spoke gently, immediately looking back down at the ground, "If you didn't I understand." his words trailed off as they gor quieter."
0000 words // Olivia Kirkwood // notes: WaifuS ARE GREAT // muse/outfit
All that was heard were the rumbling of thunder, crackling of lightning in the distance, and the downpour of raindrops falling to their death by breaking and splattering all over the ground. It was amazing how such tiny droplets of water could get one soaked in a matter of seconds; even a simple shower was enough to drench a man head to toe. Hah, and she was always picked on for bringing an umbrella everywhere she went. Of course, there was that one time she had completely walked away with the last laugh in middle school, and this was one of the many times she could boast about being prepared in any situation.
Man, she was a genius.
Olivia could have changed things up on him and gotten her sweet Vanilla to use Hail. What? I never said it was a good change, just a change if he so wished for it. The only flaw there was that her umbrella wasn't exactly durable when ice was pelting on top of it. Last thing she wanted was this breaking, because she absolutely adored it. The lace and everything was handcrafted by herself after all, so it's obvious as to why she would be cautious. Kept in good shape for years, and it perfectly matched her. Yes, she was being completely conceited. Problem?
His figure was moving, she could tell. Unfortunately, the rain obscured the view and made things all the more harder on her while trying to track him navigating his way around. The Galactic didn't even bother speaking up, because she didn't see a reason to; she didn't see a reason to speak at all really. To humans, at least. If he wasn't going to hurry, he was going to get a cold. Frankly, it actually amazed her that he wasn't able to spot her. Granted, she wasn't even that tall. A good 5'6", pretty short considering her age. But she held her umbrella high, so he should be taking notice any day now..
It actually took him quite a bit to finally take notice of the Pink, White and Brown. The moment he came into view and locked her into his line of sight, he froze up. Was he alright? Honestly, it's like the meowth caught his tongue. The smirk on her face only widened, however that look in her eyes were retaining that calm and composed gaze. If he was going to come over, then he would come over. If he wasn't then he wasn't. But she was going to the pokemon centre anyways, just to wait out the rain and take a break before setting back off to Head Quarters.
... Who said she couldn't have a bit of fun en route?
Her gaze shifted upwards towards him, smirk slowly dissolving to be less and less evident as he approached meekly. That's cute, he was scared. Like a lost mareep. Although, she couldn't fathom as to why he would be so anxious. While she took it upon herself to study both Philosophy and Psychology, it stemmed from her pure curiosity. Nothing more. But seeing him reacting at such an extreme.. social anxiety? No. If that were the case, he would have paced back and forth as though to contemplate whether he should approach or not. A phobia was always possible, not the first time she's met someone like that.
They were always the most fun to tease.
The shaky voice was adorable. He was reacting wonderfully, and she loved it. While he was avoiding eye contact, the woman gently extended her arm forwards to gently press her pointer finger against his chin. The singular motion would have tilted his face upwards, but she didn't move her finger. A content smile on her face, she nodded her head. However, she purposely held it there for a while to take a good look at his facial features. Despite not having a problem herself, this actually forced him to keep staring at her face - her intent, heterochromic(?) eyes.
Didn't even have to say a word when she lowered her hand, moving in beside him whilst holding the umbrella over the duo.
Nothing could have prepared him for this encounter, no amount of preparation or mental gathering could prepare him for what was happening. It was a cold day, the rain had stormed the city, and the lively buzzing was replaced with the pitter patter of rain against the ground. Was the creator int eh sky toying with him? Or was he in a movie and as it would turn out the woman he had met was actually some sort of jewel thief looking for a mule? If this was a joke it was incredibly mean, and if this was a movie it shouldn’t get a single dollar in the box office. Why him? First the wild Pokemon, now he felt like he was in the presence of the reaper themselves as they raised their scythe over him, ready to strike him down and drag him away.
He would give anything for some reassurance right now, anything to know that she wasn’t going to hurt him, he’d even take a gentle smile.
Instead of a gentle smile he had found a cool gaze on her face, almost as If the rain hadn’t been affecting her in the very least. In a sense it reminded him of himself, eyes fixated on a target, and quietly making decision and assertions on how and when to act. Bah! That didn’t matter, what did matter was him getting out of this weather dry, or well mildly damp considering that he was just drenched.
His eyes drifted up at the umbrella for a moment, and then back at her. As a whole she looked different from most people in Jubelife. Pink, white, and brown, a Neapolitan scheme, honestly if he wasn’t so anxious he’d called her dashing… dressed to kill one might say. Not that she would kill him! Right? Right? Of course, he’s right. She was kind enough to somewhat beckon him over and offer him the use of her services.
As he tried to piece together who she was or what she was doing out here, the rain continued to fall, the bumps of each drop hitting the canopy of the parasol seemed to give music to the moment. An eerie off tone beat. She was shorter than him, in fact a few more inches and he’d have a good foot on her, though that didn’t make much difference as she was still eerie all the same and the same question kept coming back to him, who was she? Why would she help him? Would she hurt him? He silently prayed for a no on the last every time. She held the Umbrella high enough for him, that at least gave him some reassurance as a silence fell over them both as his inquiry went unanswered. Could she tell he was scared?
She’d have to be a master psychologist or just have great analysis skills either way that’d just make her more scary.
The moment she didn’t answer panic set in once again, this was the moment of truth for him. Was she going to help him? Or was she going to end him? Why did he have to have this fear? Why couldn’t he be normal like everyone else? A brief memory of his sister’s Pokemon chasing him shot from the back of his psyche and into the forefront of his mind… That was why. The best he could do was play it off as he was thankful.
Maybe they would go to the Pokemon center and she’d just drop him there, at least then he’d be able to relax with other people around. Whatever she had planned he would be at her whim, if she wanted to break his mind she could certainly do so with ease. Gynophobia, why? Yes, he would call her a dashing woman, but that doesn’t excuse the fact that she held all of the cards in this meeting. She would be his pink angle or his ebony torturer it was all on her.
Then it happened, a smirk, a smirk? Why was she smirking? Did he look funny wet? Was he shivering like a dog? Why the smirk? Where did it come from? His eyes widened once again, his jaw shaking, almost as if she had pulled a gun on him. He wanted to run, but his feet were planted in the ground, his lips had gone dry, why the smirk? Why the smirk? Why the smirk? The only thing going through his mind were those words. To amplify the effect of her mind games she widened the smirk, it was all over for him. He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t move, simply frozen in place like a statue at her whim.
Was this the end?
The smirk subsided into another calm gaze, but his heart was still racing. For a moment he saw his sister’s in this young woman, he could have sworn he had seen that same smirk as she used to loom over him and threaten him with one of her Pokemon. Maybe he should have ran, there was no point in running… What was he to do?
He tried to relax himself, the most he could do was closing his eyes and taking in a gentle breath as he would always do in the situation of coming into close proximity with the opposite set. He wanted to introduce himself, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak. He kept his eyes low once again, and opened his mouth. Though this time, she did the unthinkable, she touched him. A finger toughed his chin and he felt his entire world shatter. He would have fell flat on his back and broken into a million pieces weren’t he solid, instead, however, his chin was guided by her finger as his eyes would turn upward the woman now filling his vision with her ebony and pink visage. He cleared his throat, he could feel himself shaking. He could feel her looking him over like he was a little more than a stray Pokemon, judging if he was good enough, rather or not to catch of kill him. The world was cruel to the Knight. But at a glance he realized she wasn’t so bad after all, in fact he was correct in his assertion she was a nice looking young woman, but alas he was still terrified. Having to look in her eyes was enough to make him melt into a pool of anxiety and pathetic weakness at her feet.
There wasn’t a word, the umbrella had found itself over him, the rain had stopped, the fear had sunk into his chest and there was only more silence. She simply stood beside him, and he, in turn, stood at her side careful not to look out of turn. A thought had crossed his mind, this was teh first time he had stood close to a woman.
If there was an Arceus looking over them, it'd help him not break on the spot.
0000 words // Olivia Kirkwood // notes: WaifuS ARE GREAT // muse/outfit
The only thing illuminating the area around them were the street lights that had their rays bouncing off droplets that had hit the ground only a nanosecond later. Even then, each flickering of the dying lights only contributed to those scheming little thoughts up in her pretty pink head. The pouring rain and the blurred out lights were perfect outlines to the passage of hell itself, where Olivia was going to be the boat woman. Or the reaper, but who says that she couldn't do both?
Her smirk was ever-changing, eyes locked on straight ahead of herself. She loved nothing more than messing with the heads of those who were vulnerable. Cruel, I know. But honestly when was she not? It's not everyday you see a good looking guy panicking over simple physical contact. Granted, she may have stepped over that boundary and was now dangerously close due to having to share the umbrella now, but again, it didn't bother Olivia in the slightest. He caught her attention, she was intrigued. She wanted to mess with him even more now, but how could she? Thoughts were streaming through her head, and oh, they were all so good.
It mattered not how well he was trying to cover up, regardless as to whether or not he showed any signs of attempting. The woman already had a feeling that she's tapped into his head, and she didn't plan on having them walk smoothly without leaving a lasting impression on him. An odd ball, that was a fact, but she took pride in her body language in terms of communication. No, she wasn't just some sweet little ice cream girl.
And even if she was, she's the type who'd feed you a spoonful only to shove the whole bowl.
Now, she wondered to herself whether she found it cute how he was scared of her, or if she just found it pathetic. Despite the fact that she was borderline flirting with him earlier (what with the chin tilting and the staring), her demeanour stayed all the same throughout. It was just that air of mystery around her that piked another's interest, because you never know what lies beyond those deceptively angelic eyes that held a glint of toxic tortures. She was grateful that the rain came when it did, because now he really didn't have anywhere to run. Like a little Ekans wrapped around her finger, she was making sure that he was kept in touch and hadn't dared to bit the tip. You have to discipline them somehow, no?
Just as she suspected, the male refused to speak up. Even as she was spinning the parasol's hilt with the use of slender, dextrous fingers and the cupped palm of her hand, they were still kept dry regardless. However.. This umbrella was much to small if it were to cover the two of them. The woman designed the canopy to cover but one complete person, never seeing a reason to make it big enough for two. Was he terrified? Was he pissed? If he was able to withstand that blow from earlier, then oh he'll just find this one precious. That frozen expression only told her that he was recovering from that physical touch, and now he couldn't even bear to look at her without possibly losing that earlier composure.
It was amazing to see how one so commanding and composed could break down this easily. In truth, it was almost disappointing. Ah, the poor boy. Poor, poor boy. If such a simple touch threw him off, she wondered what this next action will do. There's only one way to find out, yes?
Sly little thoughts were creeping into her mind, as she purposely made sure to leave her shoulder exposed to the downpour. While it did cause her jacket to get slightly wet, that was only a trivial casualty. That's it, just trivial, for the reactions she was going to get next. White, see, became transparent after being exposed to water. Lucky him, there was the pink interior and so took over said sleeve. It didn't change the fact that her corset was just barely, barely visible from the soaked fabric. Olivia's eyes narrowed in distaste, using the hand that held the umbrella to gently hit his own. Hold the umbrella, is what she was trying to convey. Lest he wanted her to bother him again, then he would have taken the parasol and be done with it.
Once again, no words were needed. However, so very casually, the woman began clinging onto his arm with an innocent smile on her face. Though it was innocent and peppy, those eyes held all the poisons in a skunky's gas. She was toying with him, that much was obvious. Clearly, she wasn't trying to bottle up any motives or tricks.
Post by Trevor Knight on Oct 30, 2016 17:31:42 GMT
i am a lion and i want to be free
lion
do you see a lion when you look inside of me?
The darkness would have been pitch if it weren’t for the lights giving the a semi brightened path. His eyes were already strained, but the addition of the rain fall only made them worst. If only the lack of vision was his only worry, no, he had a blessing and curse at his side in the form of a Neapolitan haired young lady. How could he explain her based on the mental gymnastics they were doing? On one hand he had to admit her eyes had tied him in knots, on the other it had felt like she was guiding him to imminent death, yet as strange as it sounded, he wouldn’t mind as long as they could walk a little longer. Who was he kidding, he was petrified, and he could feel the back of his mind panicking.
He remained stone faced, or at least tried to. His eyes were on the concrete, only looking over once to steal a glimpse of her parasol as it spun ever so nicely in the rain. Goes to say he was getting again as it spun, his hood once drenched had taken on a more dampened state since they had begun walking. Trevor could speak, he could tell her why he was so nervous, or perhaps he could explain his past, then again who would want to listen to such a boring tale? It’d begin in Pastoria and end here either way he’d be recounting a tail of being mentally defeated by woman shorter than him. Thoughts began to become dragged through his now calm mind, he had her all wrong maybe she was just having a bit of fun with him. That’d relive his paranoia.
He couldn’t stop thinking of her, her looks, what she might have sounded like, what she was thinking. It wasn’t the traditional predator-prey scenario. He was partly intrigued and mostly terrified all at once. Normally after having a close encounter with a woman he would run the other way, but here he was walking with one and not only that but a petty one! Though it didn’t matter to him. From what he knew all women were bullies. A harsh generalization, he knows, but from what he’s seen and had gotten most of his life from his sisters it was understandable that he’d make that claim. He couldn’t let her break him down, he had to remain strong and maintain a Poker face.
She was going to slaughter him again.
When he thought about this station he felt pathetic, as he always did when he nearly suffers a female-triggered panic attack. He could ignore the cold, face three Houndour with just one Pokemon and travel on his own around a region occupied by two criminal organizations, but he couldn’t speak to this young woman or even look her in the eye. He was a pathetic simpleton, and he wanted to melt whenever he looked at her, he wanted to run, but he couldn’t. The combination of the rain and the darkness had disoriented him enough already. There was no way he’d stop himself from getting sick, and there was no way he’d make it to the Pokemon center on his own, he was… He was trapped and now they were playing a game of Persian ad Rattata and he was little more than a small purple rodent at this point.
As the parasol continued to spin he began to relax once again, a sort of bipolar psyche now set in place. It was a small umbrella, as she was a small woman and honestly it amazed him that she’d hold it up for the two of them for so long. An impressive amount of arm strength would be needed for her to hold it over them, that and he was in a half crouching position as they walked. What would be the list of ailments that were blocking him from enjoying this walk? He was nearly crouched, she was toying with him, his eyes were strained, and he was wet and getting wetter wit every passing moment h and his legs were cold. DAMN SHORTS!
As long as she remained calm and didn’t oh I don’t know, stab him. He’d be okay, hey don’t call him irrational he’s fearing for his life! His fragile, peaceful, and for lock of better word lonely life.
He sniffled as he stole another glance, she was getting wet… So she was trying to hold it over him… WHAT KIND OF GAME WAS THIS. A weak grin had found his face, he opened his mouth to speak, simple. he’d ask to take the umbrella, she’d probably accept and he would guide the, giving him a weak mental victory as he conquers his fears, easy peasy lemon- MOTHER OF CLAMPEARL HER CORSET. He had never seen something like that before well, he did in movies but who? What? When? Where? She was getting soaked! The thing and the thing were showing and his mind was blzing hot! Didn’t she notice? Who cared if it was just barely in sight, holy milktank! He couldn’t get the words out, instead his face froze as they walked. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. No, no, no! This was n’t right! He was supposed to just be kind and take the umbrellas. A simple man’s move, n-not get a view of something so private! His cheeks and the bridge of his nose reddened, almost like he was a damned 6th grader getting to see a girl’s bra strap for the first time… Gah! What was wrong with him. If he wasn’t aware of his surroundings his mouth would have hung open and collected rain water. Why the overreaction? IT WAS A CORSET! A lady’s under thing! Something he’s never seen! What could make this moment any more horrifying and tantalizing?
A gentle brush of his hand… A BRUSH OF HIS HAND! He nervously looked down at her and smiled, a weak nod followed his now flustered expression as he gripped the umbrella and held it over her completely, he sacrificed most of his body in the rain only covering one of his shoulders. It was worth the risk, she’d maybe stay quiet and they would walk as long as he didn’t speak. Such a pretty young lady didn’t need to get wet right that and maybe she’d spare him and more contact.
He had mentally shrieked when she touched him for the SECOND time, no woman had touched him more than once. Of course, she had no way of knowing that. Was this a connection? Oh arceus what if he had fallen in love… Was love like fear? No, no, no! This wasn’t love! Whatever that was! He was overreacting! This was just a young lady that- ARM, HIS ARM, SHE’S ON HIS ARM! She’s wrapping her arm around his! What is happening?! What is happening?! Cannot compute! Brain.exe is not responding! Danger Will Robinson, Danger! (You’re too young for that reference). His eyes hadn’t they already been bulged, seemed like they were going to pop out of his head, his face was now entirely red, and the only expression he could muster was a weak smile as his mind shattered. Maybe he could just… THE EYES, THOSE GORGEOUS EYES! BALL GAME, IT’S OVER. She’s gonna kill him, she’s gonna get play of the game and Genji his ass right here and now. Could he at least see it coming?
0000 words // Olivia Kirkwood // notes: WaifuS ARE GREAT // muse/outfit
No, he couldn't run into a sweet and innocent trainer. Would have been good for him if he did though.
Now.. How was this little mareep going to entertain her tonight? The twisted expression that was brewed from both sadism and contentment was a confusing thing, but was it so wrong to find this struggling entertaining to watch? Surely, if it were, then he would have run off in fear for his life long before her beckoning calls had the chance to tempt him. From her years of analyzing, humans often had that spike of fear before curiosity and intrigue, and those either brave or foolish enough followed that intrigue. Had they any idea how many men died because of such stupidity? The human race was certainly a curious subject, and she didn't plan on letting this chance slip through her fingers so smoothly.
Was it the hair? The eyes? The colour scheme itself? Or was it the pure fact that she hadn't spoken a word yet? Oh, how would he feel if he thought that she couldn't talk at all? that would certainly be a sight, and part of her was tempted to sign it just so that he would assume so. Deceit was something that she so happened to excel in, let it be physical or mentally. Maybe she could have broken him even more if she put on a soft facade, but it was too late for now. It was amazing how things differed after that first impression. If you were bold to someone first time around, and timid the next, they'd think you were odd and act vexed. Just acting timid would lead them to soften up the majority of the time. Being bold can make someone uncomfortable, and being all around stupid sometimes dragged others into your tune. The brain was certainly a unique device.
Did she wish to talk to him? Perhaps not, but damn was it fun messing with him. His overreactions were priceless, she could almost feel her desire to torment him rising higher than before. The little demoness continued to cling, satisfied with the thought of messing him up. Mess up his mind, turn him into a mess, see how fast he breaks. It was hell, but if he hadn't already left then it was clear that even a teeny part of him was enjoying it. That, or he was just amazing resilient. No matter, everything breaks at some point of pressure. All she had to do was figure out what made him implode.
While there were many ways to be going about this, part of her was feeling merciful as of now. It was pitiful to see him struggling like this, whether or not he made it obvious. Although, it was always fun knowing that you had complete power over the situation. Because, like everyone, Olivia found complete dominance appealing. The next few moments held the sound of heels against the ground and slow walking along. He had panicked upon witnessing her semi-transparent jacket which she found funny. He was a full grown man, no? Surely, he wouldn't be freaking out over something as small as this. But the question was did he like what he saw? Now this, this she had to find out for herself. Had she no shame? I think we both know the answer to that already.
The flustered expression from the sight was enough to prompt a soft giggle from her, clearly amused with those reactions. Was she stepping over the line? .. Perhaps. Has that ever stopped Olivia Kirkwood from getting the results that she wanted though? Eh.. Probably not. It was a gentleman's move to cover her in the umbrella.. But that action only further justified the actions to come. Olivia could easily use the excuse of 'I didn't want you to get wet as well' to let it slide, and yet still gain the results off that flustered expression on him.
That was enough teasing for him. Doing any more might make the poor man collapse on himself. Mentally snap, all that pleasant stuff. Besides.. It was never good to spoil your pets, how are they going to be disciplined if you give them too many treats hm? Though she was clinging onto his arm with both hands wrapped around, his arm was lightly brushing against the inflated chest of hers. Lucky him, they were still in public, in the rain. And for the record, she wasn't trying to hit on him.
The world was cruel, he couldn’t think if a thing he did to deserve this fate. Torment, teasing, prodding, anxiety had run ruck shot over him. Each breath was now deep, the cool air easing him, the hot air blowing his stress away.
Why Couldn’t she just get bored and leave him a battered mess on the cold ground? He wouldn’t mind it, maybe it was pay back for fighting those Houndour into submission. There was nothing he could do, no where he could go, and no one he could call. He was alone with an Milotic and he was a weak little clampearl who’s shell was cracking under the force of her graceful coils. Unlike the clam pokemon his shell was as good as cracked, his pearl was shattering and his will to run had now faded. A outsider would argue that he should have ran, but where would he have gone? He didn’t know the way to the Pokemon center. If he yanked his arm away and bolted off he would only get lost and disoriented further. He could only hope she drained him of his fear before throwing hm away, as all women did so when they were done with a male.
One could argue that he is his own man, and that his fear was idiotic! He would challenge them to go through life being tormented by his sisters and looked down upon by every woman they had ever met. What was her plan after he was mentally beaten? Toss him in a trash can or lock him in a closet. Those were things that simply happened to men. His courage was gone, his will to fight was gone.. The clock was ticking, night was trimming and the rain continued on, beating them forcefully. Lightning cracked across the sky, the blue hue of each bolt faded with every whip. The thunder storm was getting worst, the Pokemon center was no where in sight, minute after minute this misery had to go on. At least she would get rid of him soon, he wouldn’t see her tomorrow but the impression would be there. He couldn’t free himself, why did his mind keep routing back to freedom? He was trapped, all he could do now was wait to be vanquished, that’s it.
She didn’t speak, she only walked. Click, click, click, her heels tapped the ground. His sneakers did little more than press against the ground with every step, wet with rain water. A natural symphony of destruction played around them. If she was a demon, he was her vessel to torment and break as she pleased. He was at her heel, all because he was far too scared to speak up. All he had to do was show her that he wasn’t afraid.
Did she notice him look at her? Was his face a giveaway? Of course, but should he have been so flustered? Why so persistent in torture… Most executioners read their victims their last rights before hanging them at the gallows. Now her, she wanted him to watch the noose draped around his neck before she pulled the lever. At least in the end there was peace after suffering. Sweet peace. Though, he had to admit, there was a morsel, a pinch of him that enjoyed being tormented. His inner masochist had awoken and was relishing the cold woman’s company.
She giggled, he smiled. She was amused and why wouldn’t she be? She’s the one in control, and he’s a simple slouch. His hood was now heavy with water, but he didn’t let it down, he set his focus straight ahead, I search of that bright red sign. He kept the umbrella over her, despite her holding onto him, his mind had stopped screaming about it. The panic was still there, but he was better.
The teasing stopped? Was she done? He had stayed the course and won the fight! He smiled, he could feel the clouds parting, his mind becoming clear once again, but then he felt his arm touch a very… Plush area and business picked up!A light brush! Another first for him! He looked down at her, his throat had become dry for what must have been the third time in the short time they had been walking. Kill him now.. He saw another couple of people in the distance, hunkered down under a bus stop smoking shelter. The young man had his jacket around the girl as she leaned against him sleeping. What a precious sight… Poor man was trapped too. Could they help him?
Could he use them to run? No… Upon further investigation the male was busy texting, damn these phones. He said nothing as they passed, if she wanted to rest he would rest, if she wanted to talk he would listen… Why was he such a wuss.
0000 words // Olivia Kirkwood // notes: WaifuS ARE GREAT // muse/outfit
A bird in a cage often wishes for freedom, to explore the world that it has not yet seen and conquer it, however the cage limits its freedom for life till the person with the keys decides to let their guard down and open the door. But for some birds, their wings where quite too clipped to fly into the sunset...Just trapped and in the cruel fate they await till they are disposed of because they became bland and no longer amusing to their owner...
Tick, tick, tick, tick...tock. The sound of her wristwatch clock flooded her ears, not even the sound of the rain and the nonstop noise of the buzzing city reached her small ears. Today was another day in a days work for the little rocket girl and for her that meant another crime to be performed. Another.. Another scary mission that she wanted to run away from but unable too. This time the crime would be robbing the very center of pokemon activity, the pokemon center. The rain would hurdle the cattle right were they could be milked; royally.
Snapping into reality, she was becoming aware of her drenched hair that slowly dropped salty teardrops into her mouth and it's tight clinging state that it seemed to have around her small neck. The clothing, the usual team rocket outfit, stuck oddly to her bare skin feeling like wet paper that sent the occasional shiver to her body. The white gas that seeped out of her breath and temporarily clogged her vision. The feel of her shoes and socks that felt fifty pounds heavier as it was filled with the impeding rain. One step forward felt like a mile, the shoes feeling as they could form its own puddle at any moment as the water in her shoes slushed and moved back and forth.
Then the alarm from the wristwatch clock went off. It was showtime. Moving forward, where two other grunts( one male and one female) stood waiting upon her, she caught up to them as they moved like a snake about to chow down it's meal. The bright lights of the pokemon center seemed to suprise her, growing in a more suburban area it seemed like a dream. They did not even have a pokemon center in her hometown.
Why did no one get alarmed by her clothing or the other twos? It was a holiday where cosplaying was common and it was a child and two adults that could be the parent of the child. Who would call them out without hard core proof and start problems?
Then the door opened as they entered....
"Everyone get down, resist and we will use force. Team Rocket is taking everything here ,so do as your told and we MIGHT not hurt you", the large male team rocket member announced.
Didn't even need to say a word the entire walk down to break him to puny little pieces. Yes, she was fully aware that she terrified him but if he wasn't doing anything in retaliation, then he loved it. Much as he may would have wanted to deny it, she has seen enough to know. While she would have gladly chosen to tease him more, the woman decided that she would let him bask in his sense of victory before putting him back down the next time they met.
The rain was letting up, and that meant the skies would be clearing. There was no more need to get this close to a man she was so unfamiliar with, so she let go. However, not without prying her fingers into his firm hand to grasp hold of her beloved Parasol. Might I say she got rather close, far too close for comfort. Luckily, he was spared of it without her having to stay there for far too long.
Her hand swung the parasol, and the umbrella shut itself the moment it was put on a horizontal angle. A little feature that she added herself, using strong metals in the case that wind were to blow it backwards. Useful, no? There was no need to use her parasol, and so her used it as a walking cane instead. Slender fingers wrapped around the handle gently, casually swinging it outwards after each step. Didn't need it, but how else was she to hold it?
The centre was in sight, however something struck her as odd when they arrived. A few figures were standing out front, and her sixth sense was rubbing her in all the wrong ways. ".. Hmn." She wondered to herself, duel coloured eyes resting on the establishment in question. To enter, or not? Mmn.. It wasn't any of her problem, but it would be troublesome to travel to the next town over just to find a place to sleep in. From what she could get from intel, Team Rocket was their enemy and they made Jubilife their own little.. Self-proclaimed territory. She's only recently been transferred over to Veilstone, but she had the gist of what was going on.
Slowly, a finger flicked outwards in the direction of the pokemon centre. She wanted to go inside, find out what all the hubbub was about. Of course, assuming this man was willing to walk in alongside with her. Regardless if he followed or not, Olivia made haste in making her way over with the clicking of her heels against the ground. What came next was certainly a surprise.
"Everyone get down, resist and we will use force. Team Rocket is taking everything here ,so do as your told and we MIGHT not hurt you"
These weren't the brightest bunch, were they? They looked wet - possibly from the rain - and that meant that they would freeze nicely. Just like a popsicle. The doors opened up, and the rather bold grunt of the opposing team made her appearance. Of course, no one knew of her affiliations. "Listen loves, you aren't quite the brightest little trio, are you?" Olivia held that sickly sweet smile on her face, holding two pokeballs in the other palm of her hand. Out popped a Froslass, holding her hand before her mouth. "Teo, blizzard." That silky smooth voice held a slightly southern accent, but that's all there was to it. It was slight, and only good ears would be able to pin point it. Mercilessly, the Froslass blew out a freezing air of wind and icy climates at the trio. With the costumes being wet, she wouldn't be surprised if they froze from the cold.
No intent to kill.. She just wanted to freeze them to near death. Not to death. There was a difference.
[break] He blinked as she let go of him, a defeated smile on his lips. It was over, the rain clouds had cleared and he was free to go. It wasn't that he didn't like her, but she had taken him to his limit in a matter of minutes, if even that. He hated to admit it, but he was weak and hadn't she shown him this mercy he would have probably collapsed from nerves and anxiety. A small nugget of his conscious wanted her to come back, but it was just that SMALL. Trevor hadn't experienced that much torment since his sisters would give him the "silent" treatment for days at a time... He was lucky to be a live. [break][break]
Despite his new found freedom Trevor decided to walk at the girl's side. Yes, she did toy with him, but they were'together' in the sense that they must have had a mutual location to reach, though he was confused as to where they were walking in the first place. The Pokemon center right? Right, he needed somewhere to sleep...[break][break]
The center's red light buzzed in the still dim path way, despite the clouds moving it was still night time. A few shady characters seemed to be looming in the front of the center, the anxiety turning into suspicion. He didn't know much about rocket or galactic, only that the two groups were at odds for control over various portions of the region, Galactic being the more popular of the two. He was interested in Galactic, but that was all, a mere interest thus the reason he had yet to join them. As for rocket, he didn't know much about them though he did connect them to the disappearance of Ne ne, his "expert trainer" little sister... [break][break]
She pointed, he nodded, and followed closely.Whatever they were getting into would certainly change the tone of the day. He crossed his arms and waited for her to do as she pleased with the grunts. Though he didn't expect her to SPEAK. She gave them orders, SHE SPOKE! Trevor paused for a moment and stared at the woman, what a delightful voice, surely he could follow suit. [break][break]
"You heard her and it'd be best if you complied." he kept it short and sweet, gripping one of his Pokeballs out of his hoodie's front pocket. [break][break]
He paused staring at the purple haired grunt, a child? Not only a child but she seemed.... Familiar. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but she resembled his younger sister, or at the very least favored her in the way of hair color and eyes. His attention on the child would be cut short as he heard his acquaintance speak again releasing a Frosslass onto the center floor. "Hm, impressive Pokemon." he crossed his arms once again as the Rockets were frozen solid. He assumed she wouldn't take the compliment, probably shrugging it off, but it was there. [break][break]
Looking back at the child of the group he narrowed his eyes... She looked like her... But there was no way, his sister had gone missing for four years, it couldn't have been possible. She was far too old to be this girl, or was she? Impossible Ne Ne was too smart to get roped into rocket.
Once upon a time, she would dream of becoming the strongest trainer and how proud her parents would be. Now she dreams of the soft lingering feel of darkness that seemed to shrouded her slowly corrupting mind. So curropt that she woukd use someone if it was beneficial for herself or her family that she adored. The people, the two grunts, whom so readily raided the place may above her but they'll soon be a stepping stone to her great sucess as she gained her life again.
"Listen loves, you aren't quite the brightest little trio, are you?". How foolish was this girl? If your going to neutralize a opposition you do it quick and silently so they cannot respond. The froslass came out and the command that followed. However, there is a soft time difference when a command is verbally given as it has to be given. The two grunts above her might be a bit slow, but she was far from that. Nene quickly adjusted herself hiding behind the male grunt as a shield. He, whom was infront of him, would be frozen and so would the other girl but she would be safe. Taking out a pokeball and silently dropping it to the side bringing out her pawniard. She was silent, not making a sound to give away that she avoided the attack. She tapped the pawniard and sighed a few commands with a pattern she had taught her pokemon. Her commands where as followed. Sword dance quickly followed by a fourty-five degree iron head and finish, weither iron head it or not, a tirty-two degree night slash excution style. All would have gone smoithly...however..
"You heard her and it'd be best if you complied." That voice! It could not possibly be! Tears were already filling her eye sockets as she took a peek to see if it was true. It was. If she had not been aware that Nene had hid well Nene's cocer was bloen as she sobbed loudly at the sight of her beother. He had not seen any of them for atleast four years, her family. The pawniard had launched on its frontal iron head attack just after she poked her head.
Should she scream brother? No, if he became aware of her existance he might pursue her and he would get into danger. She...she would have to just hope that he was as stupid as a rock and did not notice her. With all of her heart, to a weird degree, was the first time it hurt hee so much to sww her family. The thing shen longed for was right infront of her but so far away. She was not even paying mind to the fight any longer, so the fight was over before it began. Nene crumbled under stress.
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