#joachim mr. mime

[ask-meat]

Joachim @ Evaline: "So, you're at least on good terms with that Yungoos over there, I see! Nice. I could always ask how the two of you met, but to be honest, I'm more curious as to how you got her to warm up to you. I mean, she does seem a bit ... reclusive."

Evaline: I do admit it took a while to get used to her... way of  friendship. You’re right to call her reclusive, though, she does like her privacy. This area hasn’t been this active in a long time, I can already tell she’s getting defensive around these outsider pokemon-- No offense! I guess she’s just used to a quieter lifestyle than I’m used to.

[striatonsix]

My friend Joachim is a Galarian Mr. Mime. He can be a little ... rough but I assure you he’s good deep down.

But as a whole? I don’t have much of an opinion I guess. They’re interesting. I think I’m happy as I am, though I have to admit the Ice typing is very... cool. Heehee!

Oh, one more thing. I am so jealous that they get to evolve! I wish us Kantonian Mimes could do that. ... Maybe we can. Maybe there’s still a chance ...

[askadragonite]

Jeff’s Servants!

Long overdue part two of the AskADragoniteGames series.

Servants list: Auburn @ask-team-fancy-pants Tobias @transient-birds Joachim @askpluminescent Chrys @askabanette

This pic was done by the RadAF @kyzytyger

[theorangelopunny]

Clearly I need to send more asks, cause they've barely interacted, but since we've kinda shown interest in them maybe being all buddy-like, how about Hus. La and Jo for the meme? :u

Hus.La: -> Joachim: ❤“A-Ahhhhh~♥ I’m so happy I got to meet Mr Joachim from Pluminescent! That had to be one of the best days of my life! Hehehe! He does seem like a really cool dude and I’d love to get to know him better! Who knows, maybe he can teach me some tricks to avoiding the annoying paparazzi! Flavian came to the R-K’D once, I wonder if he’ll come one day? If the whole band shows up I am gonna... That’ll be the day I ascend into heaven. But not before I show off some sweet moves in Road Battler 5 of course~”

[the-awoken-crusader-blog]

Joachim @ Tapferkeit: "Well, you certainly seem to be enjoying yourself." The Mr. Mime leaned back to face the Golurk better. "This is just your kinda party, huh? I'd ask you if you wanted to go get drinks with me, cause I know I need one, but I dunno if a guy like you can really, well, drink. Regardless, you gonna go dancing later? I'm sure even a big Pokemon like you knows some dance moves. Care to show me any of your favorites? ... Or at least describe them if you ain't feelin' it?"

Now, although he looked at the Pokemon when he started talking to him…what completely solidified his attention is the one sentence spoken by the Psychic Pokemon.

‘I’d ask you if you wanted to go get drinks with me’

Now, despite the fact that Tapferkeit is incapable of consuming anything…the Golurk takes any opportunity to go to a bar or tavern with other individuals. Why? Because that’s where the most glorious and jolliest of times are to be had, any place where spirits are consumed is a place where Tapferkeit knows he can have the grandest of times.

“Dear LAD!” The crusader booms, the sheer volume of his voice startling many passerby. “It does not matter if I can drink or not, I only care of the enjoyment and the energy that radiate from said drinks!” He slams his fist to his chest, creating a loud clang. “So do not hesitate! If a drink is to be had, I will follow you!” He glances around before leaning down, his voice becoming uncharacteristically quiet. “And I know of the greatest of ales that will send your taste buds into a heavenly daze, for us crusaders do know our drinks after all!”

When the Mime asks him about dancing, the Golurk couldn’t help but pause. Eventually he lets out a laugh and stands back to his full height. “Dance? Why of course! An individual who does not dance can only miss out some of the grandest of fun! In order to experience a glorious party one must drink, dance, sing, and fight!” The Golurk adds emphasis to the last part by raising a fist into the air. “However I have noticed that this festival in particular seems to be lacking fights, but that is merely a small thing! For already this is celebration is far better than any ‘ball’!”

“As for particular dances, it always matters on the tune that is played!” He taps the side of his head with a finger as he recalls the various dances. “One particular favorite I have always enjoyed is what’s called the ‘Riverdance’, however sadly I lack the agility to properly perform it. Nevertheless! I have managed to incorporate it into something I can perform most gloriously!”

With that the Golurk turns away and approaches several local musicians, after a brief talk they give a nod. With that Tapferkeit heads to a rather open spot, since he doesn’t wish to accidentally harm someone due to his massive size. He sets down his weapon before crossing his arms. “BEHOLD!” He shouts as the musicians begin to play a rather catchy tune.

Tapferkeit begins with a few taps of his feet to get the feel of the song before going into a full blown dance. The Golurk stomps his feet and swings his arms to the rhythm, as if the music itself has possessed him. Large clouds of dust form due to his stomps, stirring up the earth with the weight of his body.

The dance itself seems relatively simple and easily replicated, but it contains a certain charm due to the crusader’s massive frame. Occasionally he would clap his metal hands or give a slow twirl, or sometimes even let out a loud laugh or cheer. Several individuals would stop and glance at him with curiosity before continuing on, since seeing a massive giant dancing is a rare sight indeed.

In the end it doesn’t seem anything like the so called ‘Riverdance’ he mentioned, the only thing possibly having a connection is the stomping of his feet.

Eventually when the song ends Tapferkeit strikes a pose by placing both hands of his hips and raising his head high. “And thus you have it!” He laughs. “A jolly dance indeed!” The Golurk turns to the musicians and pulls out several gold coins from the ‘cloth belt’ around his waist, their eyes widen at the shiny metal as he tosses it to them as payment for their music.

With that he turns back to the Mime, his eye narrowing almost dangerously. “Now…” He rumbles lowly, his gaze giving him a very intimidating appearance. He holds that look for several long moments before he ends up laughing, his jolly self returning. “How about that drink you mentioned?”

[sometimes-rocketpokemon]

Joachim @ Jester: "So you're part of a gang? Nothing wrong with a little mischief sometimes, but it sounds like you're part of something more uh, sinister than that. What gives? Why hang around even, don't you got anything better to do with your time?" he raised an eyebrow at the other Mr. Mime.

Jester: Well...

Jester: I guess it is a bit sinister...

Jester: But everyone else sees Mr Mimes as ugly creatures and hate them...

Jester: I'd rather be a part of the world where Mr Mimes aren't considered ugly and abused

[crumblingremnants]

Joachim @ Guo: "You guys are searching for your empress, is that right? Sounds pretty good. I mean, she's clearly important to you all, so why not, yeah? Just got a question about it, though. It's been a long, long time since your empire's glory days, am I right? It's lost to the sands of time, so to say. What are you gonna do when you find the empress? I suppose you can't exactly rebuild your whole empire, can you? Or ... can you?"

Guo stared down at the smaller Mr. Mime. The creature’s choice of clothing struck the warrior as a bit odd. But he paid little attention to it as he stared up at the sky with a solemn gaze. “Important could not begin to describe our empress. She is vital, nothing less. You are correct, though. Ever since our fall, we’ve been shadows, clinging to ruins of a once glorious kingdom. We tried to rebuild…” Guo paused, a deathly seriousness in her usually stoic face as he glared down at Jo.

“Yet our enemies persist, even in undeath. As of right now. We’re caught in a three way standstill between us, that accursed necromancer and the Silver Beast. If there’s any solace to be had. That accursed creature craves the flesh of the deathbringer’s armies just as much as ours. I’d prefer our absence is still left unnoticed. If we had our beloved empress... What despair we could sow upon our enemies.” Guo grunted, a grim sense of humor laced into his words. For a moment, one could even see the slightest hint of a smile.

[askpluminescent]

[ 2 / 3 ]

“I will be fine!” the willowy Gothitelle brushed off Destine once again.

“Whatever you say then, Quill.” Destine wasn’t going to argue.

Quill, as he was called, shrugged and made his way over to the others to converse. As he left, Flavian moved himself towards Destine.

“So, shall we talk about this collaboration more?” he asked. Destine turned to him and simply smiled. “Of course.”

Joachim didn’t really feel like conversing with Quill and left him with the other two, instead he opted to hit up Destine and Flavian, and join them in their conversation.

And so Destine motioned for Joachim and Flavian to lean down closer to him so they could hear better and maintain eye contact.

“So this event ... it’s for what, again?” Destine asked. “Berries or something?”

“Technically, at least,” Flavian said. “The event has its roots--” he stopped to snicker at his own bad joke, while Joachim groaned, “in berry harvesting, but now it’s just an event where a bunch of local Pokemon gather and enjoy themselves. That’s all there is to it.”

“So why’s it still called ‘The Harvesting’ then?” Destine folded his arms. “I would think they would have to changed its name to something fancier by now.”

“Guess not!” Flavian replied. “It just stuck.”

“Getting back on topic here,” Joachim said, “The event’s in a few weeks. So you got a lotta time to set up and prepare. Those keyboards of yours, how long do they take to get ready?”

“Well, they’re kinda big, and they’re attached to a ton of wires,” Destine said. “So it’s not exactly a quick task. Plus we’re gonna need to find something around here to plug them into.”

“Like I said, I think I have something stored away that might help,” Flavian piped up again. “But I mean, we got time to prepare at least. So if that doesn’t work we can look around for something else ...”

~~~

While Destine, Flavian and Joachim were talking about the event itself, the other half of the group had found themselves on the edge of the woods nearby. They didn’t seem to be particularly focuses on the scenery, though.

“...And so, I can not really tell you your future right now, because I have not done anything in preparation to do so. I cannot do it on the fly!” Quill lowered his hand as he finished speaking.

“Aw darn!” Rowan seemed fairly disappointed. “You sure you can’t tell me? What about when night falls? If it’s not cloudy and the stars are all out, will you gain like, crazy powers that’ll let you instantly tell me?”

“Um,” Quill’s voice was rather soft. He rubbed the side of his face and chuckled nervously. “No again. Sorry. But, the stars are very nice! When I am stressed, I will bring myself into their presence. Cloudy nights are a bit miserable, I think.”

“Can’t Gardevoir tell the future, too? By reading people’s minds or something?” Scarlett finally brought herself into the conversation.

“Well, ya see, Scarlett, Gardevoir gotta train a lot to do that. And I never trained for it, so ...”

“... So you would need to prepare to do it too, then?” the Mr. Mime looked smug.

“Ya got me!” Rowan smiled sheepishly. “Sorry about that, Quill. I bet you get that a lot, huh? ‘Read the stars for me!’ I bet it’s a real doozy, huh? ... This conversation’s just been a whole lotta awkward, hasn’t it?”

Quill apparently had not heard her last statement, and instead was looking in the direction of a group of Pokemon heading towards them. It was the other three -- they must have had something to tell the others.

“Destine!” Quill ran towards them with surprising speed, with Rowan and Scarlett soon following.

“So, tell us!” Rowan said. “What’s the verdict? Flavian?”

“Right! So Joachim and I had a little conversation with Destine here. So we got a few weeks to prepare, but I think those next coming weeks are gonna be smooth sailing! Destine’s already got plans to go see the event coordinators tomorrow morning. And then from there, we gotta look for some stuff, but it likely won’t be too difficult. So, basically, everything’s in order. I just gotta pull some stuff out those old boxes back at the place.”

“We’re definitely looking forward to working with the th -- ah, four of you,” Destine said, clearly pleased with the results. He had been worried that a smaller town like this would be practically barren resource-wise.

Quill grabbed his shoulder, causing him to look up. “Destine! Pose with me!”

“Wh -- Quill, why -- oh, fine.”

[askpluminescent]

"So, you're a band, are you?" Baozhai inquired as her Gothitelle compatriot observed from behind with a quiet smile on his face. "Let me ask you this. For what reason would people come to watch your performance? What makes you stand out from the rest of the crowd?" The Cofagrigus asked, sending a slight wink at the tall Mr. Mime, if but only for a second.

Joachim was clearly very amused at the Cofagrigus’s gesture. He gave her a small wave and winked back. 

Did he take anything seriously? Flavian thought. Oh well, it didn’t matter. This lady had a question, and he was going to answer it.

“You’re right,” he said. “We are indeed a band. I understand that subpar musical groups are a dime a dozen out there, and so you might be skeptical. Still, I think we have a chance of standing out, because …

“… We’re not just in it for the money or fame! While being well known would be nice, and getting money is sure a bonus, that’s not our ulterior motive here. We’re just here to enjoy ourselves and entertain other people. Or, at least for myself, I can certainly say that is the case. Though I’m pretty sure it’s roughly the same for the others. I do know that Joachim loves money, but really, who doesn’t?

… Oh, I guess the other thing that would make us stick out around here is the fact that our songs aren’t as ‘folksy’ or ‘traditional’ as others around here. Neither is bad though! They do them, we do us.”

[ @crumblingremnants ]

[askpluminescent]

(( Joachim and Scarlett if they were Eeveelutions instead of Mr. Mimes, as suggested by Mottie 

I think she’s about to run into him cause it kinda looks that way ))

[askpluminescent]

Today just wasn’t Scarlett’s day, was it? The weather had been miserable all day, some cat had come along and mouthed off to her, and then there was the fact that she’d felt especially unproductive today. She hadn’t had one bit of success.

Yesterday hadn’t been so bad; she even got to see a nice sunset. So why was today less than stellar?

The small Mr. Mime rubbed her temples in frustration. 

Something caught her attention just then, though. She heard ... voices? Perking up her ears to hear better, Scarlett faced towards the direction of the new sounds.

It was a Gardevoir and her companion, a rather tall, horned Mr. Mime. Wait ... Scarlett knew that Gardevoir ...

“You’re bored, Rowan? Is that it?” the other fairy huffed. “Well, we wouldn’t even be doing this right now if you hadn’t decided to spend a bunch of our savings on cheese puffs. Are you for real?!”

“They were good cheese puffs,” Rowan said simply. The Mr. Mime groaned.

“I can’t believe you,” he said. “Like, two thirds of our money from that festival, and you go and spend it on on bunch of godda ... man, why is Flavian even making me come with you? You should be doing this alone as punishment.”

“’Cause you have legs, and two pairs o’ legs is better than one,” Rowan said. “I bet he anticipated you yelling at me the whole time too. ... Jerk.”

With a “tch” sound, the Mr. Mime rolled his eyes and pulled some rolled up papers out of his pocket. “May as well go and put up more of these. Let’s hope Flavian’s little “help wanted” plan works.”

Oh?

Scarlett leaned in closer at this. Were these Pokemon looking for assistance? Maybe this would mean ... a job? She’d already met the Gardevoir, too, so maybe that would help.

Clearly the two of them were not in the best of moods right now, but maybe she could help to lighten up the atmosphere a little. 

“Excuse me,” she began as she headed towards them, causing them to turn around. “I overheard, and--”

Rowan’s expression did a complete 180 at the sight of Scarlett and she interrupted whatever she was about to say.

“SALLY!! IT’S YOU!” the Gardevoir bounced up and down in place.

“Scarlett, actually,” the small Mr. Mime said, chuckling awkwardly and rubbing the back of her neck.

Rowan calmed down a bit and stopped fidgeting around. “Oops, right. Sorry, Scarlett! Also, keep speaking! I got excited is all.”

“Oh, well,” Scarlett said, “I couldn’t help but hear the two of you mentioning something about needing help. Would you happen to need any assistance right now?”

“Yeah, actually,” the male Mr. Mime piped up, “Jolly green midget here decided she was gonna spend a bunch of our funds on cheese puffs,” Rowan shot him a glare as he continued, “So our buddy Flavian decided that that, along with some ...  other happenings, was the last straw, and that maybe we should find someone more trustworthy, and less impulsive, to help us with our money.”

“And help us learn how to spend it maybe?” Rowan said. “How the heck was I supposed to know that I wasn’t meant to spend that much on food?!”

Had Scarlett hit the jackpot here? She certainly felt like she had. It sounded like they needed someone to manage their savings ... something she was good at.

“Well!” Scarlett said, “I would be happy to assist! You’re all in luck, cause money managing is my specialty!” she was unusually perky at the moment. (Or maybe this was how she usually was when she wasn’t stressed?)

“Ooh!” Rowan was once again in a bouncy state. “This is so great! Hey Joachim, what do you think? We should consider her, right?”

Joachim looked over Scarlett for a moment. Rowan apparently knew her, and seemed to have no problem with her -- but then again, Rowan warmed up to others pretty quickly. She seemed nice enough, too. Naturally, though, they’d have to interview her to make sure she wasn’t full of it. After a few minutes, he gave the other Mr. Mime a smile.

“Sure,” he said. “May as well, there’s not really much other people around here. That means interviewing, though. So,” he pulled a piece of paper of out his other pocket and handed it to Scarlett, “Go to this address. I’m thinking ... Sunday? That sound good to you?”

Scarlett nodded and took the paper. “I don’t have much else going on!”

“Cool. See you then, Scarlett. Make sure you don’t stay out for too long. Wouldn’t want a sweet little lady like you to get stuck out in the storm, yeah?” Joachim’s grin turned just a bit cheeky, and Rowan pinched his arm. He swatted her away. “... Anyway. The band appreciates your help.”

The two taller Fairy types walked off, leaving Scarlett alone. She took this opportunity to look over the card Joachim had given her. 

Pluminescent ... that was their band name. She’d heard of them before. They were local.

The most important thing, though, was this meant that she might be getting a job. She had an interview at least. Thinking of that, Scarlett felt like she might just cry tears of joy. She clasped her hands together, overjoyed at the thought of finally getting to properly settle herself in.

So today hadn’t been so glum after all.

[limecornchip]

Air ( @airanke ) wanted to know what a kid between Jo and Cwenhild would look like sO,

an attempt was made.

He’s a Gothitelle. But of course, there’s some Mr. Mime in there. Bisharp too.

Having been born with absolutely no natural (metal) blades, he uses Psyshock to make blades / spears / etc. He also carries a bunch of tiny knives on him. Why? Because he loves knives ok. Knife collecting is like, his hobby. Knives everywhere

idk what his personality is entirely but I can see him being kinda cheeky. Not Joachim level cheeky though, just a little. And I’m sure he loves battling like both(?) of his parents do :v

his pose is really weird but my new excuse is that he’s levitating cause Psychic type. Maybe. Idk. Sitting on an invisible box

I dunno how tall Cwenhild is, but Jo’s about 5 foot (maybe 5′1″) so I’m gonna say Darius is. 5′3? 5′4? He gets to be taller since he’s a Gothitelle

[askpluminescent]

“Kinda makes me wonder what kind of Mr. Mimes you’ve seen if you think they’re so scary...

Though, I admit, I haven’t met many besides my mother. They aren’t common in these parts. They’re not native to the region, and my parents moved here when I was small.” Joachim paused for a moment. Were other Mimes really that strange...?

“In any case, my dad seems pretty happy, so I don’t think there’s any need to feel bad for him.”

[ anonymous ]

[the-awoken-crusader-blog]

Joachim @ Shiki: The Mr. Mime gave the odd Bisharp a quizzical look. "Huh. You're an interesting looking Bisharp. Your mannerisms are a little weird though, I gotta admit. Like, the way you speak and act. Why's that? Are you just amusing yourself here, or did someone teach you to act this way? What's your inspiration here?"

Again this question.

The Bisharp looks at the rather odd clown with narrowed eyes, training the thought of simply walking past them and ignoring their question.

How easy it would be…but at the same time, this is but a harmless question. They’ve answered the Greninja girl, so what harm is there in this hybrid? They are not necessarily low on time, so if they desire to learn…then Shiki will humor them.

“You are not the first.” They reply with a chuckle. “To ask of my very speech, to speak in this way.” They extend their right arm outwards, allowing their cloak to wave in the breeze. “I shall answer you, inquirer of my knowledge. Learn from what I say.”

They take a few steps back, raising their bladed arm high into the air. “This speech is Haiku, a form of great poetry. But it does not rhyme.” They shake their head. “The syllables are: Five…seven…five, that’s its rule. This makes it special.”

They lower their blade slowly. “Haiku is my joy, I loved it when I was young. No other matched.” Shiki’s smile widens, although their mask blocks their lips…the Mime can see the smile in Shiki’s eyes. “Its beauty to me, I speak it for I want to become this beauty.” Another chuckle radiates from them, however this time…it sounds off.

“That is not enough, for perfection I must find. There is more in it.” An almost predatory look glints in their eyes, the metallic finger on their right hand twitches. “Haiku’s beautiful, but I seek for a greater…form in its beauty.” They raise their blade again, however this time…its edge looks more menacing. “I will never stop, I must find this perfection. I will kill for it.”

Shiki pauses, now fully realizing what exactly they’re saying. Their almost psychotic look vanishes as they rub the back of their head in a sheepish. “I apologize, I’ve gotten carried away. It happens sometimes.” Unsure of what the Mime is feeling they open their hands to them in a reassuring manner. “That is my answer, nothing more…and nothing less. That’s all I will say.”

[limecornchip]

alternatively there are these, Joachim as a Bisharp but he does have some traits from his Mr. Mime mother :O like the horns and cheek marks

and the helmet is removable since he’s not a purebred Bisharp