#cxlxssal

[dawnedon]

In spite of the fact that Dawn requested nothing in return for the documentation provided on Hisui-era pokemon... the mariner wouldn't leave things as they were. As a researcher, he must share what he learned with others. And, in this case, he just so happened to be returning the favor atop that priority. From clear skies above descends an unfamiliar red-and-blue humanoid 'mon in a blur, only stopping before the champion for long enough to leave a metallic file box at her feet. Contained within is a typewriter-printed addendum stapled to the copy document on the Hisuian variant of Zoroark, paired with a modern-day photograph of one standing side-by-side with a standard and shiny Zoroark. Beyond that, the box's other contents include heavily detailed documentation on pokemon from legend and myth, complete with countless photos of locations or artifacts involved in said myths, photographic evidence seemingly taken in the same spot, and personal first-hand accounts among other information. But, at the very bottom... a note wishing her a delayed happy holiday, clipped to a map of Sinnoh marked with a circle around an island to the south.

The package was left at Dawn's feet in a blur, happening so quick she hardly had the time to react. Despite the sudden appearance of the blurred 'mon and box, there wasn't any fear that gripped her heart - rather, she felt curiosity. Emperor, too, was surprisingly relaxed given what just happened, inherently knowing that Dawn wasn't at any risk.

She knelt down and opened the box, finding files and documentation within. The Champion glanced over the document on Hisuian Zoroark, noting the addendums and newly added photograph. Her eyes read over the information, trying to soak it in the best she could at face value. Perhaps Professor Rowan would be interested in looking this over, too... she'd have to head to Sandgem later on.

The contents of the box truly felt bottomless, with more files, documents, photographs, and even artifacts being stuffed inside. "Jeez, Emp..." Dawn mutters, flipping through the papers, "look at all of this. I feel like I need to preserve all of this. Somehow." The Empoleon, now looking over his trainer's shoulder, nodded in response, chirping quietly to himself.

"Oh- here we go. Finally got to the bottom." She pulls out the final note, reading over the (late) holiday wishes. Of course Chris would go above and beyond to return the favor, even if Dawn had insisted she didn't need anything back.

The map clipped to the note also piqued her interest... an island off the southern shores of Sinnoh, circled to grab her attention. Dawn went to work placing all of the documents and other items into the box except for the map.

Seems like it was something worth checking out.

[chaserainbows]

Happy Amano Day

thanks legends amano day is HERE

(it's almost over because not even amano day can stop the endless march of capitalism but it's still here)

[catadioptrics]

An odd red-and-blue blur of a Pokémon passes through the area before vanishing into the skies above. Left in its wake... a metal box, dented from its high-speed impact with the dirt before Niko. Inside, thankfully wrapped in multiple layers of bubble wrap, is several rare berries and a detailed family recipe on how to make perfect mild Poffins every time.

Although not a great gift in return for what the Captain was given... it's the best he could think of.

Good god I'm so late

A metal box fell from above and crashed on the floor with an incredibly loud noise! Nico barely had time to react to that scare, as the sound of metal slamming against the floor had him covering his ears as it caused him actual physical pain. He's very sensitive to loud noises!

Ouch.

After he had time to adjust, he took a good look at the box, and saw that it was wrapped in multiple layers of bubble wrap to keep its contents safe. That was smart, and he'd have some fun popping the bubbles later. The actual gift, however, was a selection of berries and a bunch of mild poffins!

How nice! He was gonna have a little snack while he continued to deliver gifts.

[catadioptrics]

“I was just thinking about a lesson I was taught a long time ago.” Nico had invited himself to the sailor’s studying session and was currently skimming through a history book (that he brought himself), not fully paying attention to it. “Working for long periods of time without rest brings good results in the short term and serious consequences in the long run. I know you don’t wanna hear any nagging…” In a very literal sense, as he can read minds and quite literally knows what people are thinking. “But when your body takes its toll, aren’t you worried about losing more time than you’re gaining right now?”

He looked with mild disgust at the ever-growing pile of soda cans forming close to the desk, knowing from the human vessel’s experience that carbonated drinks were pretty bad for hydration. Right, Chris is probably just gonna get defensive, so he might as well express his willingness to help through words rather than actions.

“I’m gonna get you some cold water. Do you want a snack or something?”

"When was the last time you took a break?"

Curious Sentences, Vol. 1 | Accepting. | @catadioptrics

⚓︎ For the briefest of moments, the would-be professor ceased punching away at his typewriter's keys to hear his friend's question, only resuming for the sake of finishing his fleeting thought before it was lost to his fatigued mind. Multitasking wasn't an available option at the moment. A basic conversation could derail his entire flow, and he'd have to find out after he got some shut-eye if his paper was coherent or not. Even so, that doesn't mean he wouldn't try anyway.

The trash can beside his desk was filled with empty soda bottles from this latest compiling session, with another being swiftly added to the collection after Chris pounded back what remained of his latest drink.

"Sixteen hours ago, if you're talking about how long I've been at this project specifically. Vacations... I haven't taken a big break to explore other regions just 'cause in two years. Why does it matter?"

[musesbymeri]

◓ for Max?

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@cxlxssal

Nickname: Artemis

Species: Gardevoir

Gender: F

Nature: Modest

Moves: Moonblast, Psychic, Hypnosis, Dazzling Gleam

"Contrary to most Ralts, Artemis actually came right up to me one night while I was setting up camp and wanted to battle. I think she just wanted to see what humans and Pokemon who lived with humans were like - she's always been a really curious Pokemon, and always watches when I'm training other team members!

She was a big help after I lost to May too. She got really annoyed that I wanted to stay in bed all day!"

[invictarre-archive]

@cxlxssal​ replied: A steak cooked rare. Or a basket of cheap crackers with cheap cheese.

                     ❝  I don’t do cheap. I can cook you a steak, but you’re going to need to stick around and define what point of rarity is good for you. Everyone’s got different opinions.  ❞

[jaggedpass]

@cxlxssal - prompted starter.

"Now this... is something I never thought I'd see." He speaks of the electric behemoth that stands - rather, hovers - before him.

Brandon was a man who lived and breathed myths. It was something he had dedicated his life towards. Yet, as it seemed, there were always new things to discover. In his decades of chasing the golems of Hoenn's legends - of intense research and fieldwork - he had never even realized that there were more of them than he had thought.

He reached out to touch the thing - but stopped himself before his fingers got too close, lest he find himself shocked.

"Regi...eleki, huh?"

Brandon had many things he wanted to ask, but he held himself back from burying Chris beneath a mountain of questions.

"Where in the world would you have even found somethin' like this?"

[dreamdesire]

@cxlxssal​

Continued from X

    THE LITTLE MYTHICAL beams brightly, plopping themself down securely atop the large rock.

❝Chimney! The big, smokey mountain close to my home! I napped in the ash and saw this pretty rock when I woke up. It was all around my shell, so I had to break it up to leave... so I brought you some!❞

[galacticled]

@cxlxssal​ liked for a STARTER —— !

❝ ... are you READING that? ❞

cyan eyes blinked quizzically at the other —— or rather, the BOOK he happened to be holding. it was rare for saturn to go out of his way to talk to strangers outright, but nothing brought him out of his shell like the pursuit of KNOWLEDGE. in particular, it was a collection of sinnoh’s myths that managed to capture his attention this time. a rather selfish curiosity had been gnawing at him. that other world. the mysterious pokemon who dwelled within. the commander only knew of what happened on mt. coronet’s peak through word of mouth. yet even now, saturn found himself HUNGERING for answers. to research. to rationalize. to explain.      ( he supposed that was his own way of coping. )

❝ i was looking for that book, ❞ he continued aloud, ❝ specifically. ❞ so can you please just hand it over?

[controlledhues]

@cxlxssal​ Liked for a one liner starter! 

❝Sir--...  kid?❞ Mel doesn’t really know which word could be proper to use to refer to this person, but at least there’s an attempt. ❝H-have you seen a Gengar floating around? He’s more so your height and‒ yeah...❞

[dawnedon]

"What do you want in exchange for it?”

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 | accepting!

"Nothing." Dawn replies with a shrug, handing over a file stuffed full of paper and other documents. "I didn't really think about getting anything in return. I just wanted to try to help you out. You know?" All of the papers inside the folder were documentation on various pokemon from the Hisui era of Sinnoh's history, including the long-forgotten variants. It even went as far as listing their natural habitats, diet, and behavioral patterns among other information. Akari had been very thorough in her documentation.

"Professor Rowan has been asking me for copies of everything for a while now, so I just made a few extra for you to have as well. Hopefully it helps you out a bit. Don't worry about paying me back."

[chaserainbows]

Name one line in the sand your muses have. Tell us one way someone can go ‘too far’. Whether that line is over an absurd take on mundane topics, or a moral boundary they refuse to cross is up to you.

well this ask showed up again on my laptop so let's do this before it vanishes again

Aaron's biggest aspiration in life is to be true to himself no matter what, so while he can definitely be grouchy, rude and overly-competitive the line he won't cross is letting go of the things and people that he likes in order to fit in with others. He knows that people think his type speciality is a little weird for someone so high-ranking and that he doesn't always present himself with the decorum one would expect, but that's who he is and that's not changing.

Mindy likes making people sympathize with her so that they become easier to fool if necessary and help her out with favors out of her own volition, but she'll never badmouth her family in order to do so because she's genuinely grateful for the upbringing her parents gave her despite any difficult situations they may have faced. In fact, suggesting that Mindy's parents didn't do a good job raising her right is an easy way to get her mad.

Anabel's line of work is dangerous and she's under no illusion that everyone in the UB Task Force will make it safely after each mission or that her work will ever end no matter how hard she tries, but she considers that to be no excuse to be complacent when people's lives are on the line. In her opinion, if she ever accepts that some people just won't survive very long under her supervision, she's failing her responsibilities as someone meant to protect them, so she expects and demands absolute dedication at all times.

Sidney's no stranger to breaking rules and making a scene if he believes the situation calls for it, but as someone who spent a good portion of his life taking care of younger people he believes it's very important to show some good behavior and set a positive example for younger trainers, especially children who tend to be more easily impressionable. He's messy and loud around adults, but when he's talking to kids he's notable softer and more measured, and he expects that same standard from other people.

[catadioptrics]

Hues and shades?

Send in “Hues and Shades” and my muse will tell you what color(s) they associate most with yours.

"You know, Chris, when I look at you the main color I see is this muted orange that's almost fading into purple. It's hard to describe, but it's almost like the kind of color you'd see in a really nice sunset."

"You're a passionate person and I admire that about you. If there's one thing I'm sure about, it's that you have the potential and the willpower to make all sorts of cool discoveries out there, but sometimes I worry that all that hard work might leave you lonely and running on fumes. I care about you, so be nice to yourself once in a while, okay?"

[pathtothemissing]

Starter for @cxlxssal​

Madison is stuck watching the pokemon nearby, with her hands pressed together she glances over to it’s trainer and grins. “C-c-can I pet... Your pokemon?”

[musesbymeri]

☕🌈 (for May), 👔 (for Max)

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Yes to both!! Message me and we can talk about them! :D

[cotttoncandyhero]

Starter for @cxlxssal​

“Ugnhhh...” Myles loved to travel, sure, when his feet were on solid ground. But on a boat, over the water... significantly less so. He didn’t exactly have a sensitive stomach, but he didn’t need to when it came to sea travels. His fear of the water made him more than sick enough.

But air travel wasn’t a possibility. Most Pokémon couldn’t reasonably stay in the air for such huge stretches of time. So he begrudgingly made his way to Castelia City’s post and walked to the steamboat. All the other ships were fancy-shmancy ferries that he’s likely never see the inside of. Even the sound of the waves off the port was making him uncomfortable. Luckily, his sweet little Corsola was in his arms, her sweet little face giving helping him relax.

Myles slowly approaches the ferryman, his voice uncharacteristically quivering. “I’m here for a ride to Hoenn, if at all possible... incidentally, how long is the estimated time of arrival there...?”