#joachimmimesharp

[askpluminescent]

(( mr memes ... ))

[banishedblossomdancer]

“I mean, ‘knight in shinin’ armor?’ HA! Let me tell ya a li’l somethin’; it’s a helluva LOT more likely I’d be apprehended by knights than becomin’ one! Hoo, that was a good one, I needed a laugh!”

Jirou shook his head with a snicker, giving a sigh to calm himself from his little chortle fit. Whether or not it was meant to be taken seriously as a compliment, he seemed to have suddenly been in better spirits than earlier, so there’s that? As for the second question, that was when Jirou fit a more bored smirk with arms folded behind his head.

“You’re right on the money there... not gonna lie, while I admire Tats’ enthusiasm for his passion, can’t say being cooped up in a hot ‘n’ sweaty workshop surrounded by pointy metal is all that cool as he makes it out to be.” A shrug was all he gave, before continuing:

“BUUUUUT at the same time... no matter how much of a goofball he is, he’s still a pal o’ mine. Someone who gets me, kinda. And if this is what he wants to do? Well... at least this means we can buy our own food instead of searchin’ for it out in Mother Nature? Or having to rely on lucky free food events in towns we pass,” the opal Bisharp remarked passively. Despite making their traveler life sound bittersweet, he seemed to have been at peace with it.

“So... eh, I’ll roll with it for now. Who knows, maybe I’ll see where he’s comin’ from through that dopey mask of his.”

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[ @askpluminescent ]

[pluminescentrp]

[ continued from here ] [ @the-awoken-crusader ]

Joachim watched the taller Pokemon’s dancing with a surprised look on his face. He wasn’t expecting a Golurk of all Pokemon to be able to pull it off with aplomb -- in fact, he was actually pretty impressed.

He was also all too happy to hear the Ghost was willing to actually go through with the whole ‘tagging along to get drinks’ thing.

“That’s good, man! You got some nice moves there! I’d join you for another round of dancing, but I think we got some drinks to pick up first. So, come with me, then!”

Initially Joachim tried to tug on the Golurk’s hand, though he thought that perhaps that was too straightforward and so he simply motioned for the large Pokemon to follow him through the crowd as he looked for a drink stand. He’d seen one around earlier -- where was it? 

With a few minutes of more careful looking, he was able to spot the place a little ways ahead. And so, he continued to walk towards it. He walked at a quick pace. Maybe he was being too hasty? He wasn’t sure. Hopefully the Golurk was able to keep up. He really wanted a drink.

An Ampharos fronted the counter, at the moment she was busy setting out new bottles to be poured. Joachim sat himself down, leaving a space next to him for his new ‘companion’ to sit. He then leaned in towards the Ampharos and, making sure she could hear, said, “Gimme the strongest stuff you got.”

[limecornchip]

(( lays down ... I did a self indulgent AU thing with Jo

I included the flats also

it was fun ))

[askpluminescent]

“Not that much! You see Joachim there? Main reason he’s so limp is because the bartender rejected him.”

“You shush, Sophie!” Jo snapped. “He -- he said he’d think about it!”

“That’s code word for ‘no’, Jo.”

“W--!”

“That’s enough,” Flavian said. “I suppose the both of you need to clear your heads. I’m sure you’ve had quite the night right? After, clubs are the busiest on Friday nights, I think.”

“It was pretty great! He may seem a bit cranky now but Jo had a good time too. I think the buzz’s just wearing off. But you could say that for both of us ... uh, moving on ... I should go. I will see you in the morning.”

“See you!” Scarlett finally spoke. “Now Jo, why don’t you go on to bed? Quill and Rowan are already asleep. Or. I think Rowan’s asleep?”

“Pretty sure Rowan doesn’t sleep,” Jo told her, “But okay.”

(( gang’s all here Joachim and Sophie are now available ))

[askpluminescent]

“You know Christmas is over right?”

[ @anonyorb ]

[askpluminescent]

“They seem to be enjoying themselves!”

“Yes they do! Ah ... here’s hoping Maxine doesn’t go destroying stuff again...”

[askpluminescent]

“You wear that getup almost every day. It’s wild, you know? Every day, every season ... how do you do it?” Joachim snickered.

“But I don’t wear it every day,” Quill replied. “You have seen more in more casual clothing, I know you have. How would you just notice this? And --” he sniffed the air near Joachim’s face, “is that alcohol? Have you been drinking?”

“Oh, for pity’s sake, Quill,” now Joachim was a bit irritated. “Only a little. I’m not even drunk. Calm down.”

The both of them heard a pair of voices just then.

“Excuse me,” was the first coherent phrase they heard:

“Well, say somethin’! I said excuse me and everything.” it was a Bisharp, and her Lycanroc companion. The Bisharp had a fair amount of studs and spikes on her person ...

“But you did not even give us time to reply?” Quill said. He stared at her quizzically.

As for Joachim ... well. This Bisharp certainly did not disappoint, at least not in the looks department. He gave her a grin to start.

“You know,” he began. “Not a lotta Bisharp in these parts. But lemme tell you-- “

She swiftly moved past him, entirely uninterested in whatever he had to say. Oh, no. Her sights were elsewhere. In the blink of an eye, she had closed in on Quill, who backed a way a bit, startled by her sudden movement.

“Lookit that hair. I bet it’s real soft, huh? And how ‘bout those legs?” she was looking him over, not even trying to be subtle. Joachim just threw his hands into the air. Whatever.

“Ah, well, you see,” Quill chuckled nervously. It was not the attention that threw him off, but rather her overbearing manner. 

“Maybe you’d like to show me a good time later this week?” she asked. “I’m a bit busy today, but--”

“God, Maxine,” the Lycanroc finally spoke, interrupting her. “He doesn’t even know your name. You don’t even know his! Slow down!”

Maxine backed away, giving Quill some breathing room. “Aww, Heather. You know I was just messin’. You think I’m that rash?” she turned to look at Quill again. “Still cute, though.”

“You’re shameless,” Heather said, to which Maxine grinned triumphantly. 

“What’s the shame in telling a fella he’s good lookin’?”

“You did more than just -- oh, never mind.” she placed her paws on her sides, and this time, she addressed Joachim and Quill. “Well, I’m Heather and she’s Maxine. And you two are?”

“It’s Joachim, but just call me Jo,” Joachim shook her paw. “The beanpole with the dated hairstyle is Quill.” 

“Dated?” Quill’s voice rose. “It is not dated! It is groo--”

“Please,” Joachim cut him off, “Stop using that word. ‘Groovy’ is never going to come back into fashion, I promise you.” Quill shrugged, and Maxine found the whole situation quite amusing.

“That gremlin of yours is pretty snippy, inn'he?” she asked Quill.

“Gremlin?!” now Joachim felt insulted.

“Anyhoo,” Maxine continued. “We’d heard of a local band ... Pluminescent? We were hoping to meet ‘em. The two of you looked like bandies to me, so...”

“You got it. I’m the guitarist. Quill’s not part of the band, but he’s workin’ with us this time around.”

“Ain’t that nice. The three o’ us -- Heather, our other bandmate and I ... we don’t usually come to little backwoods places like this, but we though we’d give it a shot. You know, for the festival thing. We’re gonna be performing.”

“That sounds fun!” Quill told them. “We will look forward to seeing you there.”

“You’d better!” Heather grinned, flashing her teeth. “We’re gonna outdo ya.”

“Well. Can’t keep Fae waiting, huh?” Maxine tugged on Heather’s sleeve. “Les’ go.”

the two left as soon as they’d come. Joachim scoffed. “Outdo us? Really? Sheesh, chill. This isn’t some kinda competition. That’s dumb.”

“Not like we can be outdone anyway,” Quill said, very self assured.

“Ooh, now you’re talking.” Joachim rubbed his hands together. “Whatever they call themselves. They’d best keep their wits about them.”

“Did you not just say that it is not a competition?”

“Wha -- but -- you’re the one that said -- oh, whatever. Let’s go back to the others.” 

[askpluminescent]

“Good to hear,” Flavian said. “Here’s hoping nothing goes wrong during the performance? You don’t think there’s going to be any short circuits, do you?”

“I will double check!” Quill replied, placing a hand on the back of his keyboard. “I guess I should make sure all the wires have been put in correctly, too.”

“That’s a good start,” Flavian then turned to leave -- there were other things he needed to tend to.

While all this was happening, Joachim had gotten ahold of the the event’s coordinators -- he’d just wanted to confirm their times and how the whole thing was going to play out.

“So,” he began, “the first day we’re the third group on stage, and second on ... well. The second?”

“That’s right!” The Furret gave him a small smile and turned her clipboard around so Joachim could see.

“You can take this page if you want,” she said, pointing to the one on the front. 

“I think I will, actually,” Joachim told her, slowiy prying the page off the clipboard. “There we go.”

“We’ve got a copy, so feel free to keep that one,” the Furret said with a wave of her paw. Joachim nodded and turned to leave -- but then he stopped. He was forgetting something.

“Right,” he whipped around, and this time he faced the Charjabug atop the Furret’s head. “And you -- you have backup in case something goes wrong with any electrical stuff?”

“I know a couple others of my kind who can wait in the reserves.” 

“Nice. Well, thank you, ladies,” Joachim had set off by now. “Maybe we will talk more later.”

And not long after this exchange:

Rowan examined a light bulb overhead. It was rather hot to the touch, so she quickly removed her hand. Why did she even do that? she asked herself.

It was obvious she was a bit bored, as she then decided to pester Scarlett.

“Whatcha doin’?” she asked her, leaning over to look over her shoulder.

Scarlett, with a pencil in her mouth and a calculator in her hand, simply mumbled, “figuring ouf prishes.”

“Prishes?”

Scarlett took the pencil out of her mouth. “Prices. I already got stage rental in here ... should we get food or anything? Gas? Extra lights? A --”

“Hey now, slow down,” Rowan told her. “Most of that stuff is gonna be there already. We just gotta deal with the stage! Plus, I still got all my cheese puffs, we can eat those!”

Ah, the dreaded cheese puffs. “Sure,” Scarlett said. “And I guess you’re right. We shouldn’t need to worry about any lights. Joachim mentioned Charjabug though .. do you think they have rates?”

She continued to tap away at the calculator, which was clearly the center of her attention right now, so Rowan deemed their conversation over and went back to looking at the lights overhead.

[askpluminescent]

“How long are the other three gonna be out for anyway?”

“Oh ... I dunno. I can’t imagine any more than a couple days.”

“Why they’d have to leave now?”

“It’s that Christmas thing. They wanted to go.

... We may as well take advantage of the quiet. Let’s go work on those lines.”

[askpluminescent]

// stream shenans [ @usualhappascrafty / @damnedgardevoir ]

[askpluminescent]

“... ( what kinda Pokémon are those ... )”

[ @askadragonite ]

[askpluminescent]

“I’m pretty good, my guy. S’kinda required for being in a band.” Joachim went to reach for the instrument behind his back but was cut short by Mitchell’s bizarre antics.

[ @usualhappascrafty / @damnedgardevoir ]

[askpluminescent]

“Hmm ... yeah, never heard of the guy. How about you, Scarlett?”

“No? Never.”

“Okay then, guess that settles it. No idea who that is. Were you thinking we’d know ‘cause we’re Mimes? That’s kinda dumb.”

[ anonymous ]

[askpluminescent]

“S-someone pinch me, I think I’m dreaming...”

[ @dailypurpleumbreon / @dailygardevoir ]

[askpluminescent]

“’Specially not if it’s someone like you. And thanks, it is pretty nice, isn’t it?” he folded his arms and put on a rather smug expression.

He grew a bit more serious as she continued to speak. His shoulders slumped a little.

“Ah ... right. Good question. I’ve been playing even before I was in a band, and though I’ve tried out a couple different things, I always seem to come back to this. But honestly? Even though my friends are great and all, I really don’t know. This seems sorta like a temporary stepping stone to something greater. At least that’s how I see it? I wanna leave this region, at least. Not much here; I’d at least like to go to Norehl. I dunno though. That’s all in the distant future. For now, this is what I’m doing.

But ...” he sighed. “I guess we’ll see.” 

He shrugged. “That’s enough of that, though. You should tell me; what do you like ... even do for a job? I wouldn’t have the first clue. A shrine maiden, maybe?”

[ @the-tantalizing-trio ]