#skillswapping

[tapuhauko]

"Don't miss it folks! Tomorrow, at a to be determined battleground here on Melemele Island!"

// @badbirchenergy & @skillswapping

[journcys-archived]

Sidney had been missing for two days.

Kurayami and her pups had barked and barked until they couldn’t anymore. There were complaints from nearby until people realized the Elite was never home. There was a little blood at the doorstep—no one knew what happened or where he went, but there was no word from him before he disappeared, which was odd because he had just seen Noland the very morning before his disappearance, and he was absolutely fine.

His body was dropped unceremoniously at the doors to the battle tower. Whoever dropped him there did it quickly and managed to get away before being spotted. The pokeball he had on him had been returned to him—it wiggled and vibrates until finally, Aristotle broke free from the confinement, red eyes looking down to his trainer and widening—the normally relaxed creature filled with an unbearable panic. At first, he tried to nudge Sidney with his nose; a whine leaving the Absol as Sidney shifts but remains unconscious. Aristotle’s head whips around before he runs to the door of the battle tower, slamming his body into the doors to open it and sniffs at the ground before running down the halls. People try to stop him, confused at the random, albeit very panicked Pokémon, but the canine continues until he finds who he’s looking for.

Teeth grab onto Noland’s pant leg and he pulls—he pulls and he pulls and he pulls until he’s forcibly dragging the man at least a foot down the hall before he lets go and barks—it’s high pitched and it’s scared—and for as long as Noland has known Sidney and Aristotle, he should know that this behaviour is all sorts of wrong for the Absol. He barks and jerks his head for Noland to follow him, in which he leads him back to the front doors.

Sidney lays there, unconscious, half dressed. There’s wounds in his thigh where blood has now dried, there’s cuts in his chest and his arm—it’s red and it’s bruised and swollen—it’s bent in a way it should not be bending. His breathing is heavy as Aristotle approaches him and nudges at him again before sitting down and letting out another whine—guilty that he couldn’t break out of his ball sooner.

// @skillswapping | closed starter.

[aetherceuse]

The response comes to no surprise for Lusamine; she had a certain way with handling her associates, and the branch manager was no different. Hand rested on her waist, the other arm hanging freely at her side, the president lids her eyes, stoic frown accompanying her flat, blunt tone.

“A charming compliment is not what I intended to hear, it is acceptable, however—“ Lusamine brings both hands behind her back, folding them and pacing over to Faba’s side, where she stares down at him.

“That is not the note we will be ending on. Follow me,” she instructs plainly, heels clacking on the sterile floor as she begins to walk forward. Lusamine’s gaze shoots over to a certain subordinate who was listening in: hush.

Her next words are withheld. It is in Faba’s best interest to follow his superior. // @skillswapping continued.

[gnzma]

>:3

[draconscious]

@skillswapping sent: ❛ you look like you could use a hug! ❜ ( from Alvina - SORRY CLAIR )

Great.

It's been a particularly rough day of training--as expected with the Den's unpredictable dragons--and the last thing Clair wants to see right now is the bright ball of sunshine shining at the mouth of Blackthorn's sacred grounds. She squints up at it, trying in vain to intimidate the radiant figure away, but as soon as the wary tamer sets foot at the top of the steps...

"Oof-!"

Alvina's cheerful energy--manifesting as a way-too-enthusiastic tackle hug--nearly sends them both toppling backwards down the stony staircase, Clair's sore muscles screaming in protest as she manages to keep them upright, saved from certain doom.

"Can you...let go?" the Gym Leader wheezes through gritted teeth against her visitor's embrace. "Thought...thought you were still in Paldea. Thought I could have....a moment of peace..."

[monterraverde]

“Red LOST?! To that Igor-looking beanpole?! Aw HELL no. Wow…”

This competition just got ten times more interesting. Now she had a conniving bastard to topple.

For her friends honor? Hell no, the smarmy look on his face just made her want to knock him down a peg.

She had to tackle May, first.

[lilyofswords]

"..."

[cassiopennia]

@skillswapping asked: ❛  i think our orders may have gotten mixed up.  ❜ from larry!

"...Perhaps." Penny nods, though she doesn't make a move to hand over the huge bag of food in her hand in return for her tiny to-go bag. "..." Does she make a run for it? She can feed all of her friends with this... It'd be a nice treat, right?

[darkestrellar]

"NORMAL is BOOOOORIIIIING!"

Leans back on the chair that he's sitting on and pushes against the ground with his feet so hard that he and the entire thing tip over.

[rockheadcd]

@skillswapping​ asked: 21 — for steven! / tarot muse questions ( thank you! ) | accepting.

21.  the world  : is there one thing in life that your muse must accomplish ? what will they do when they complete that goal ? 

he’s still trying to figure that out, honestly. all of his idealizations of life are too grand, too abstract. it’s part of why he took on the league challenge, aside from the fact it’s a very roadmap way to explore the region and all if it’s little details from route to city to route. he would like to be the strongest around, eventually—that is a drive that allows him to give his all with battles in general, and why he’s willing to travel to tournaments. he’d be alright with one of the strongest, which is where he’s at now. and then that.. leads him to wondering ‘what’s next?’ and he’s not too sure.

maybe the closest he’s gotten, at this point, is going to space. that would be cool. he wants to see the world in it’s entirely from up there, for the perspective. that, he believes, might help him find something more tangible to grasp.

[tapuhauko]

Kahuna Clash - Grand Finale!

Today is the day! The generator spat out the Meadow Terrain, so here they were, in a special area in the meadow for the Grand finale. Hau is the referee for this fight, and he checks both sides to see if everyone was ready. That being the case, it was time... "Fight!" They call out, and so the battle starts! May sends out Blaziken, and Faba throws out an Alolan Raichu. The latter doesn't manage to keep up, however, and Blaziken grabs the first point for May. Gardevoir against Slowbro is next. The two Pokémon clash and clash, seemingly evenly powered, until finally Slowbro clutches the win. Manectric and Tropius on May's side fight against Faba's Sigilyph and Alakazam, but the two former clutch yet two more points for May. Faba doesn't seem to be defeated just yet, however, as his Bruxish takes out May's Sableye... It all comes down to this last match-up!

It's Slaking on May's side, and Hypno on Faba's. The Pokémon fight, the crowd cheers, Hau's heart is beating in his throat at the tense battle. The two Pokémon collide, a storm of flower petals covering the scene... Slaking is the last one standing. Which means... "...Hypno is unable to battle! Slaking and May win!" The crowd cheers loudly, applauding as Hau walks up to May and lifts up her arm into the air. A thunderstorm rumbles in the distance, causing Hau to smile small. Seems like Tapu Koko approves. Hau moves to fetch May's prizes. He hands over the trophy, the star piece, and the coupon for a free, hand carved wooden statue of a thing or Pokémon of choice from Hala. The Kahuna and the finalists thank the crowd, and soon everyone is off, either to mingle, to watch the ride-Pokémon showcase, or to prepare for the party tonight. Hau stays behind a little longer, helping with cleaning up the area. There's still that feeling of being watched... But they try to shake it off for now.

[journcys-archived]

@skillswapping sent: "So that's how it's gonna be, huh?" Sid was always inisting that he lay off, but Noland couldn't very well do that with the way Wallace looked at him in silent judgement. Besides, it's not like His Highness here would do anything about it. "You're just gonna have to deal with the fact that I'm never gonna meet your impossible standards — that IS what you're thinkin' isn't it? If there's somethin' on your mind, you better just come out and say it! I think I can take it coming from you — let me have it!" ( frienemies, ahoy! )

The stare that Wallace gives Noland is blank. There was little to no care for what he had to say as he spouted off on his nonsense. Quite frankly, Wallace didn’t care about what relationships his League chose to have—what he cared about was the snide remarks he’d hear from the other, or the fact that his blockheaded behaviour could get in the way of things every once in a while.

“Last time I checked, Noland, I don’t show up to the Battle Factory to bother you.” He huffs, tilting his head to the side slightly and raising a brow as lithe arms cross over his chest. Wallace isn’t the violent type, but his fingers twitch slightly.

“You have a nature that clashes with my own. But I don’t think it would kill you to…change a few things. Better yourself a little, ect, ect.” It seems as though Wallace doesn’t know the weight of his words—he tries not to be judgemental but some people make it just so easy.

“Instead of trying to pick a fight with me, just go find Sidney and leave. This discussion is already cutting into my time, and I have places to be.”

[aetherceuse]

Branch Manager applications are open apparently.

[gnzma]

❀ Share a headcanon you have not shared.

[ interpretation asks ; ACCEPTING ]

[ i dont remember if i shared this in public but im a big Lesbian Plumeria truther, and i do believe that she found out after she kissed Guzma

like i dont think his feelings for her ever went beyond a small crush when he was a teen, one that eventually turned into "thats my sister", but they sure as hell kissed and that's the day she went "nah, women it is."

bonus point it was his first kiss. he was like, 15-16ish. and right after that she went 'um listen youre a good kisser but--'

alternative if i already shared this one. he discovered he was bisexual during a spin the bottle game. he got to kiss a lot of people and went "yea everything's good actually" ]

[screenviolense]

　　' i thought hoenn was supposed to be temperate. i feel like i'm getting steamed out here. ' it had seemed like such a good idea at the time, to get out of the city and visit the famous beaches the region boasted. and the brochure had made it look so perfect! guess that served her.

　　at least there was the battling. she happened to still be quite good at that. if the humidity didn't fry her brain first.

@skillswapping / starter call.

[monterraverde]

//I will absolutely tell them lol