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hailpierced:

                                   ‘ it shows. it was pretty cool… 

                             when’d you start ? working on it, i mean. ’

Curiosity strikes, only partially due to what performance had seemingly been mastered, but mostly due to the mysterious creature that finds itself at stranger’s side. Perhaps he would have asked, had he not been so distracted.

   HIS pride shows; proud of his Pokémon—- proud of the bond strengthened, and the teamwork behind the effort that contributed to mastering such a difficult move. Vee radiated with a similar sense of pride... however, he’s more so glad to have pleased his trainer. 

❝ Thanks! ❞ The praise meant more than he was letting off, ❝ Er... ‘bout a week or so, I’d say. ❞

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                           A girl′s gotta have her 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔！

                                                        (x)

                            𝑹ules                 𝑨bout                𝑻eam

                                             Or who knows where she′ll end up…

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celioplusplus:

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                     Fun. That was certainly a word for it — he could distinctly recall winding up rubbing at a particularly large bruise on his hip for a week and a half after he’d managed to tear himself away from that first mob on One Island that’d gotten to him, and then—

                     … And then there was of course having to deal with assisting in rebuilding the Sevii Islands after Team Rocket went and carpet-bombed the latter three islands. ‘Lay waste to your beautiful homeland’, indeed. With the intensity with which they ravaged the landscape and the buildings and tore through the population it was understandable why the mobs would have swarmed so ferociously, but even then, condemning three innocent trainers from Pallet Town to a fate involving getting handed over to a well-known gang of mobsters in exchange for everyone else was — well, the needs of the many didn’t outweigh the needs of the few, didn’t it? Maybe he was too much of an idealist to be realistic, but how was allowing a handful of people to suffer any better than accepting that everyone would have to deal with an unfortunate situation together?

                     Why was he still stressing out about it after so much time had passed? The people had come around in the end. That was all that mattered ( even if they did initially beat him up for disagreeing ).

                     "Deoxys?? Let’s see… I actually did do a bit of research on what I could find afterwards — I’m sorry to say that it isn’t much, mostly just any files Bill and I took from that Team Rocket base on Five Island when we removed the ruby and the sapphire from that transmitter machine… I do still have the ruby and sapphire, too. I was actually trying to find some fire stones and water stones out here to see if I could try recreating that whole climate changing thing with them on a smaller scale.

                     Would you like to try poking through the reports?? I could give you a copy, if you like!! Is there anything specific you’re looking for exactly??”

   MEMORIES of the time still burn from time to time; these flames failing to extinguish no matter how hard he tried to douse them ( fair enough, however... for they only tend to invade his mind in the darker hours ). It’s the strong questioning of why that fuels said thoughts... why him, his friends, his home—- those he held closest to him threatened, and his heart never fails to stop when he considers the fact that he may have been powerless to protect those dearest. 

It’s fine though; safe and sound now, with only his mind left to the occasional torment. 

❝ Anything you know would be helpful. ❞ There were no time for questions or answers. Their time limited, and he was only able to learn so much of the creature in that time. ❝ There’s nothing in particular, really... It’s just been botherin’ me a bit lately. ❞ Not the end of the world, of course, it was more so closure than anything. Regardless of self concern does his focus instinctively shift to the other’s task at hand; what it could hold—- the possibilities. 

❝ —-Need any help findin’ those stones? ❞ And there’s a genuine grin that sweeps his features; always ready to lend a hand when able ( and when even unable, he’s still willing to help ). Perhaps he’d find a clue in his own pathless journey. 

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aspearbarry:

Phew! That was close. Barry expected Red to go on and on, begging for a tour of the mountain. He would have even agreed after awhile. Two trainers out there was better than one, and if anything went wrong, Barry was sure he could run faster.

Instead, a far less difficult challenge presented itself: entertaining! “Well, I mean, this is Sinnoh. We’re always trying to not get frozen.” He pointed out with a laugh. “Depends on what you like! I got a DS if you wanted to play. We could build a snowman, or just kind of train our Pokemon. Or we could go into town and see what there’s to do. There’s usually a shop you could pick up a souvenir or something for your folks back home.”

   MIND toggles its options; curiosity a rather strong wave, as his focus half shifts once crimson eyes explore his surroundings. Different, different... it’s not all too different from the regions he has wandered—- the entertainment mentioned however offbeat. 

❝ Wandering ‘round doesn’t seem half bad, does it? ❞ After all, stumbling upon adventure was the best sort he’d say. ❝ —-Have you ever stumbled upon any legendary Pokémon? ❞ Until now, he had only heard of a hand full of Sinnoh Pokémon; and his interest in those he has yet to discover has failed to lighten since coming to the region.

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terrortwerp:

          “ Damn right it’s cool! “ Ash enthused. What stony preconceptions his expression may have borne must have been all but annihilated by now. The deep furrow in his brow had melted away, his eyes were bright and attentive. 

          “ Oh shit, check this out, though, “ he chirped. What followed was a few minutes’ worth of awkward rummaging through his worse-for-wear rucksack ( not that what he fished from one of its pockets was in any better condition ) finished with a proud flourishing of his oldest surviving league cap. The brick red visor had obviously seen better days, loose threads fraying at the edges. The white paneling had greyed, too, but thankfully its importance had not. “ Think this one’s like ten years older’n yours though, least I think – ah, sorry, “ he cut himself off, “ I just kinda used to collect these, when I was a kid, y’know? “

   HIS GRIN, contagious—- and the younger trainer soon finds himself grinning. Nimble fingers adjust the cap atop his crown as the other enthusiastically rummaged through his bag. Curiosity thus sneaks unto his features; crimson eyes following the other’s actions, until finally an ( obviously ) worn cap is pulled from the depths of his bag. 

❝ Hey! ❞ He bursts out, ❝ —-I’ve seen that, I mean... not in person, not till now, at least. BUT! You must be a serious trainer to have gotten your hands on that... I heard they were pretty hard to get. ❞ Ever blooming is his curiosity; this trainer, who was he—- still, his thought process follows his previous statement: he must’ve been one serious trainer, ❝ What others do ya got? ❞ 

❝ Heh... M’Red, by the way. ❞

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and to the caged bird , the sky asked : the door is open  /  why have you not left ?  —-  &  to the sky , did the caged bird reply : this home of mine is cramped  &  cold , it’s true , but it  is all i’ve ever known  /  i wouldn’t know what to do  /  would you , would you ?   &&.   selective  &  private 2B from NieR Automata  /  written by stevie.   &&.  PERSONALS DO NOT REBLOG. 

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Independent Denzi “Volkner” Yamamoto Dash is slightly dead, so yo, hit me up with that dank LIKE&. REBLOGif you interested in some dumb ass, procrastinating mechanic and Gym Leader. He loves instant noodles more than people, and requires bitter coffee or beer to stay awake.

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lunaveined:

     She’s slightly suspicious - ( after all, at home in Sinnoh and in Kalos, Sneasel’s are quite common so surely he must’ve seen many ) - but not enough to stop her from enjoying his praise. ❝ W-Was that a p-pun ? Eh, d-doesn’t matter - eith-ther way, if y-you like St-tar, then I think w-we’re going to g-get along. ❞

   GENUINE eyes rest upon the Pokémon; silence passing ( only briefly ), before returning gaze to the trainer. A mere glance was enough to see the bond between the two—- reason enough to determine the Pokémon to be ‘ best in show. ’ 

❝ Not intentionally—- but... yeah! Star, heh, seems like a pretty cool Pokémon to me! Do you have any others? ❞

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shvrker:

        “ is it really ? “ he murmured under his breath, almost slightly envious of the other’s optimism. quite frankly, while being together with a team was cool and all, he didn’t quite see the need to practice so much ( ‘t was just a game, right ? why bother to take it so seriously ? )

        a groan escaped him as he heard the question, making a face at the memories of what had happened not too long ago ( although even without his voice, his muscles already voiced enough complaints on their own ). “ ugh– don remind m’will ya ? ‘s was just’a bunch’f runnin’ back ‘n forth– and suicide drills. why d’they even make’s do s’much– m’arms hurt like all hell.  “

   SLOUCHING, he allows his muscles to relax ( they thank them, oh how they thank him... the pain and relieved tension bringing about a sense of relief ), although he knew he’d be scolded if caught taking such a long break. Practice was never over—- at least... not for him. Nonetheless does he enjoy the time he has to spare, an encouraging grin tugging at his lips as the other rightfully voices his thoughts. 

❝ Hurts now, I know. ❞ He runs nimble fingers through sweaty locks, ❝ But it’ll be worth it! Soon you’ll have to push yourself even more to feel how you’re feelin’ now. I mean... this’ll seem easy in a few months. ❞ Ever encouraging are his words; his faith in the other strongly stitched in.

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meinior:

“ I’m actually from Alola, moved to Cerulean, then ended up back there again. I find it more home than Kanto to be honest. ” 

As to why she returned, Mei didn’t have any particular good reason. Going back to the islands was simply something that she found was the only thing to do at the time; with good timing as things had changed significantly so. Not only did she find something passionate about, but it was a nice change for her pokemon. To be back home and to find some new friends along the way.

“ I don’t mind it, I’d rather answer questions than try to keep a conversation to be honest. But I suppose the reason I went back… was because I could? ”

   A DROP of shock slips unto his features; curiosity, natural in its presence, and he finds himself piecing together fragments of the two distant lives together. It’s the threads of fate, perhaps... drawing people together—- creating bonds and bringing people together. Although it’s not too unusual; meeting individuals from different regions and befriending said people. Still—- he finds himself in awe of each unique trainer he encounters. 

❝ Hmmm! ❞ He hums, ❝ Well... what do you do in Alola? Heh... has to be somethin’ pretty cool. ❞ 

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aspearbarry:

Barry’s face paled ever so slightly. 

“Show ya?” Well that would be…difficult. His Pokedex (if he could still call it his) was still somewhere in Rowan’s office, simply looking up a picture didn’t hold the same immersion, and finding one out in the cold….

“i dunno, dude. Like, they play a bunch of P.S.As on the radio and on TV up in the mountains to be careful about them. Even finding a baby of the line is bad news, since you never know when their parents will be around. And the other evolution in the line can freeze ya solid too! D’ya wanna be a Redcicle?”

   THE very thought of being frozen solid sent a slight chill through his spine ( his entire being ), the memory of a possibility being an actuality in his past causing an awkward chuckle to slip past his lips. Of course, it’s ( sort of ) funny after the fact. 

❝ M’Always up for an adventure. —-But you’re right; maybe gettin’ frozen isn’t such a good idea. ❞ Besides, he’s sure he’d manage to run into one eventually—- intentionally or not. ❝ So if you’re not running ‘round trying to freeze yourselves then whaddya do for fun? ❞