galarcamp

[galarcamp]

𝔚𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢,        𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔫.

𝕐𝕆𝕌'𝕍𝔼 𝔾𝕆𝕋 𝕋ℍ𝕀𝕊.

                    𝙄 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙋𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙨.

[galarcamp]

OH HI BEDE.

               violet gaze flicked to the duo of berries as they were revealed. bede’s brow furrowed for a moment as he tried to recall what he knew about them.      ( … reduced damage taken from certain super effective moves —— ? ) ah, wait. the flavor. bede was no culinary expert, but it hardly took much experience to put two and two together. clearly belle had also connected the dots in regard to his taste preferences —— that was a bit embarrassing.      ( the boy had been hoping to play off the excess of sweet berries as mere coincidence. ) still, he supposed her intentions were ultimately meant to be helpful. to cater to bede’s likes. to make him feel more comfortable. there wasn’t a hint of mockery to be found in belle’s expression as she offered up the sweet berries for the chopping block.

               to be honest, it was all a bit confusing. bede struggled to understand —— why was she being so nice to him? what was her motive?      ( for this. for EVERYTHING. )

               bede took a deep breath and tried to cast his suspicions aside. the last thing he wanted to do was embarrass himself further by getting hurt just because he was too caught up in his own head to pay attention. thankfully, cutting up berries turned out to be about as difficult as he thought —— which was to say, not at all. soon, their campsite was filled with the sounds of rhythmic slicing as bede slipped into an easy pattern. the chunks of fruit were all evenly cubed, almost impossibly so, fitting his perfectionist nature.

               he was so preoccupied with his task that he nearly missed it when belle spoke. abruptly, the chopping came to an end —— a jarring, stuttering stop that left one of the berry pieces noticeably lopsided. for several long moments, bede didn’t respond.

               ❝ i try my best not to think about anything from… before. ❞ his voice sounded strained, words weighed down with repressed emotion. bede seemed to notice as much, and pretended to clear his throat before he continued. ❝ i’m fine. everything is fine, as it should be. ❞ he could feel her eyes weighing heavily on him, but he refused to look up. refused to meet her gaze.      ( lest she see right through him completely. )

➦              his precision was unmatched, even her berry slices were chunky at best. his CHAMPION offers a tilt of her head in gratitude for his cooperation, especially since he’s helping a lot by merely chopping ingredients. forefinger & thumb match to bless his work with a chef’s kiss, belle turning heel to swagger back towards the pot. another stir was due, plaid swishing under tow of her turtleneck.

              though what she asked of bede was never truly much, belle had her reasoning for only relying SO MUCH onto her rival. it was never under any means meant to imply he wasn’t ready to handle weighted responsibilities, but that they weren’t right for him to carry out. see, there had been an instance where a wishing star had fallen into a pokémon’s den & a dynamaxed poison-type ran amok ; any fairy-type trainer would know that’s better suited for someone else. no doubt that didn’t stop bede from feeling excluded.

              so much weight carried on galar’s newest savior, belle constantly at beckon call for any instance of hasty inconveniences. there had been many cases of trivial things leon could’ve managed, or simply things gym leaders alone could’ve swept aside with their teams. . . well, all terms aside, belle only supposed what with a shining new champion at the helm, galar only wanted to see her stardom in action! like bede, that didn’t stop her from feeling — & in this case, she felt used up.

              another churn of the ladel mixes the thickening broth into a sauce, her eyes waving over to find the gym leader with a flash of urgency in them. any berries he’d finished slicing could go in, but he should be quick about it ; waiting any longer to add them in might overcook the curry rice. as they continued to set about their duties in cooking, belle found herself mindlessly tapping her foot to the sync of bede’s knifework — or rather it’s aftermath. such a clean pattern had stuck to her mind, almost like a melodic ear worm of one of piers’ starring hits.

              knocking her head to & fro, belle kept her focus on stirring the curry to the knife-held beat she had encompassed in her mind. one two, one two — ta, tap ; ta, tap. it was easy to just lose yourself in the rhythm, attention all in like you’ve been sucked up by the whirlwind of a song. it wasn’t until her cinderace chimed in audibly to warn belle of her need to flush the house with her heart & soul that she snapped back. RIGHT! timing it just right, galar’s hometown girl took something from her hand, snapped it in two, held it close to her chest — & at the very last second, sprinkled it in like her own heart had been poured into the stew.

              a sudden puff rose from the rim of the cauldron, the champion hurrying over to her bag to fish out four separate plates. their pokémon should be able to savor the flavor alongside them, clearly! it took her a few tries, but portions were fleshed out & passed around for each trainer & pokémon attending. sweet salad curry, a few mixed green leaves spread across each serving as belle plated them. finally, two spoons were brandished - one offered forward to bede. DIG IN!

[galarcamp]

             𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄, 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫! – 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐤é𝐦𝐨𝐧!

                  𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙔 𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙!

                  𝕃𝔸𝕎 || 𝕄𝕌ℕ || 𝔸𝔹𝕆𝕌𝕋

            𝙰 𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜.

[galarcamp]

BEDE-NIE BABY.

               bede wasn’t sure WHAT had compelled him to agree to camping with belle, of all people. she was the enemy, was she not —— ? a competitor. a rival. yet another obstacle standing in the way of his ultimate goal. the boy thought it better to keep a healthy distance between himself and the riff-raff; he didn’t want anyone getting too familiar with him, after all.      ( lest they forget who they were dealing with. ) as a result, bede had initially scoffed at her generous offer —— only to somehow find himself going along with belle, regardless. all of his excuses had suddenly crumbled and slipped through his fingers like sand when he needed them most.

               … at least she wasn’t as grating to be around as her friend. arceus, did hop EVER have a way of bringing his blood to a swift boil.

               bede approached the campsite with wary steps.      ( not unlike a wild pokemon wandering into uncertain territory in search of food. ) there was a decent selection of berries in his arms —— though closer inspection would reveal a curious lack of SPICY flavors. the boy refused to admit it aloud, but he had little heat tolerance to speak of, and thought it would be better to save himself the embarrassment of quietly struggling through curry hotter than he could handle. he met belle’s gaze, only to drop it a moment later in an uncharacteristic display of bashfulness.      ( fingers itched to tug the collar of his jacket ever higher to hide his face. ) even after being invited, bede still couldn’t help but feel horribly out of place.

               he placed the berries down beside her bag and turned to watch the other trainer rummage around. the boy frowned in response to her question, reaching over to scratch behind ponyta’s ears. ❝ i don’t… ❞ i don’t know how to cook. bede’s pride wouldn’t allow him to admit as much, however.      ( fifteen years of surviving off of premade food… how embarrassing. ) ❝ i can work on preparing the ingredients. ❞ was what he went with instead. truth be told, bede didn’t have much experience with knives, either —— though how difficult could chopping up a few berries be?

                ❝ i… suppose i’m partial to the salad. ❞ the boy scrunched up his nose a bit. ❝ the noodles don’t bother me either, but i’m not a fan of meat. ❞

               catching her look of worry, bede sighed. ❝ what… ❞ he started and stopped, following belle’s gaze to the pile of berries. ❝ … right. ❞ they couldn’t do anything before they knew what they were working with. ❝ if i didn’t trust you with my food, i wouldn’t be here. i thought that was obvious. ❞

➦              SALAD ; salad was a good medium to start with. her singular gloved hand moves to pluck up the mixed greens bag to add onto the curry later on. for now, they’d need to focus on what berries they’d like to toss in the pot for their sauce. noticing the selection of MAGOS & PECHAS, belle raises her head with a curious fixation on bede’s quickly lost gaze. his focus seems all in — must be that hard to nick pride slowing him down. eyes shine as realization strikes. SWEETNESS.

              hands suddenly dive into her bag, searching around her for flavorful choices. out springs ROSELI & KASIB berries, powerfully sweet & gourmet selected by the naturalist herself. if bede really wants to take charge of berry prep, belle’s more than willing to hand things off! her additions are slowly shoved forward onto his side of their countertop, her hands moving to find her curry packet for starting the stew. with a sharp look towards her cinderace, galar’s champion gave a smile & a nod to hint for its effective move. a swift pyro ball is kicked up like an ember & knocked into the firewood, likely starting up the campfire beneath the cauldron pot. all that’s left is to add the broth & stir in the curry to start.

              knowing the other’s new lifestyle possibly changed some of his attitude, belle purposefully keeps her attention multi-trained on both her cooking style & paying mind to bede. while he works with their fruits of choice, GALAR’S REIGNING STAR quietly pipes up amongst the wilderness quiet.

                               ❛ - now —e’m. . . y’ weren’t lookin’ a might ‘appy b’fore, mate. everythin’ charmed? - ❜

              of course she asks about how he is, how he’s feeling. if hop could open up to her then so could bede, right? the slow stir-in of the curry rice begs for her eyes’ pardon as focus lies in keeping the boil slow & firm rather than sit for a long period. softens the grains but leaves them hardened if sat for small sections. rose colored hues turn to bore into bede, seeking answers as not only his RIVAL, but a friend far too invested in their relations to let him handle too much on his own.

              belle takes a moment to step away from her cooking duties to move over & gather up a few spices she tends to add for flavor — none with a general KICK to them though. after all, spiciness only leads to one of them suffering. while she’s nearby, she will check-in on how bede’s handling his chopping.

[galarcamp]

LEON HAS GONE FROM OBNOXIOUS IN MY MIND TO ABSOLUTE BABY -- I SHOULD’VE NEVER JUMPED THE GUN ON HIM. . . HIS LAST MOMENTS AGAINST ME & WITH WORM GOD MADE MY HEART SOAR. . . I LOVE THIS GAME.,,, SO MUCH.

[galarcamp]

@thefightingfarmer​ met up with you after your GYM CHALLENGE.

➦              at the time, belle hadn’t processed that MILO’S TEAM would’ve been so sheared & pristine ; but nothing had brushed off her scorbunny during the challenge & gym battle. hoarding was in her nature, after spending her whole childhood tending to her mother’s wooloo farm. still, after their brief handshake in congratulations for the trainer’s effort, a quiet offer had been made towards the faithful farmer.               when the girl had gestured like a pillar, it was no doubt she wanted to meet up by the field cropping of the DARKEST DAY.

              time passed since her success, around an hour or so, but there she stood alongside the tourist photography cut-out. gracious hands held two small portions of sweet plenty-of-potato curry from her recent campout higher up the trail to ROUTE 4. the bowls had been wrapped to keep warmth ; the chance to rough it with her pokémon while waiting for milo proved to benefit their trust & health. while waiting belle had cast her gaze towards the outcropping on the hill, baffled as to how one could keep a historical foundation so manicured after all these years. something tugged at her mind before realizing the audible jogging of an incoming pedestrian.

              wine-flavored hair spun round as eyes widened, the rolling wooloo nearly body-checking her as belle quickly side-stepped out of the way. although it took a metal railing to the head, the sheep pokémon seemed just fine, allowing the hometown girl’s attention to turn towards the gym leader. milo was so tall, he had surely had his fair share of moomoo milk when growing up. galar’s rising star canted her head in greeting, offering one of the two bowls over to the farmhand. she figured it was a compliment for his faith in battle, as well as his passion for grass-types. ( that might also be why she chose a vegetable as her main ingredient. )

              nothing beats a SWEET CURRY as a thank you!

[galarcamp]

here’s an official STARTER CALL! like or comment a url or muse on this post for a thread with GALAR’S PROTAGONIST.

[galarcamp]

             𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄, 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫! -- 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐤é𝐦𝐨𝐧!

                  𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙔 𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙!

                  𝕃𝔸𝕎 || 𝕄𝕌ℕ || 𝔸𝔹𝕆𝕌𝕋

            𝙰 𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜.

[galarcamp]

➦              at this point, you guys are just OBJECTIFYING our champion.

[galarcamp]

@hopskipnjump​ addressed @pinkrival​ & you:

" GEH! What're you yellin' about sex sites for? My brother's RIGHT HERE! "

➦              hands zip pinched fingers apart from each other, that’s ONLY. a hand then fans herself ; FANS. with that, her fist pounds a flat palm. there’s his answer -- FANSONLY is a SEX SITE.

[galarcamp]

COVER YOUR EARS.

               … wait, what —— ? when in the world did he ever volunteer to DO ANYTHING? he’s just a bystander.      ( albeit a less than innocent one, but still. )

➦              for once, the soft-spoken galarian raises her hands to her mouth, cupped like a rally.                                ❛ - S’A SEX SITE, IN’NIT! - ❜

[galarcamp]

BEG PARDON?

               she may have a point. HOWEVER, do consider the alternative —— it’s far more amusing to watch this train wreck proceed in glorious slow motion.

➦              no, back step ; rewind. POINT MADE, VALID, & PROVEN.               they’re telling the brothers, because it’s better they know from education than through experiencing head-on. who knows what horrors they’d find from the front page alone?

[galarcamp]

@pinkrival​ refuses:

HE IS LOOKING AWAY. HE DOES NOT SEE IT.

➦              SOMEBODY has to tell them! she’s nearly an ADULT, yet even their CHAMPION doesn’t.               some bastard’s bound to bite the bullet, why not make it to the point?

[galarcamp]

CHEEKY BUGGER.

“ You, too, then! ”

➦              are we doing this? they’re doing this.               it’s VALIDATION HOURS ; hop’s getting hitched into a lifted hug then.

[galarcamp]

➦              SO.               who’s going to tell them?

[galarcamp]

➦              HOP, if you’re there -- read her lips.               ‘ YOU ARE VALID. ’

[galarcamp]

ASIDE FROM BACKSTORY & LIFE GOALS, BELLE’S ABOUT PAGE IS OFFICIALLY FLESHED OUT! give it a read to get to know your galarian protag of choice. 

( that said, i need to finish my first playthrough before i determine a backstory, hhaaaha. )