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Volkner was blissfully unaware of the box’s glowing, with the ancient relic tucked securely beneath his arm. It was heavy, though, little tiles shifting inside the box with every step he took. It looked old enough to be important to whoever it belonged to, and though he was, by no means an expert in ancient artifacts -- what knowledge he had was what Buck had shared with him -- it seemed genuine. Something this heavy better have been genuine.

His good intentions didn’t get him far. He’d only barely meandered away when a woman -- or what he assumed was a woman -- shrieked at him from across the hall. Despite nearly jumping out of his skin, Volkner managed to looked unfazed, if not annoyed, with her antics. She was babbling on about something, but with the sheer volume of her voice, he’d lost the meaning. What an annoying girl, he thought. She didn’t seem like the owner of the box, so ultimately she was just someone who needed to learn to mind her own business.

Not that he was much better. When it came down to it, he supposed he could have left the box where he’d found it and let the owner trouble themselves to find it. For all he knew, it had been left their intentionally, though that didn’t make sense to him. Either way, returning it was not his responsibility, and he was really starting to regret picking the damned thing up in the first place.

“What did I do?” Volkner sighed, already thoroughly exasperated. What had he done to deserve this? And why did he have to explain himself to her? His gaze lifted to meet hers, reading the rage in her expression and accusation in her voice. He recognized her. A Johto leader, he thought... Clair, as the name. The Champion’s cousin. He didn’t remember Lance ever being this nosy.

Her intentions were probably good, but it seemed likely she thought him a thief. “What a pain...” he muttered aloud, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. “Look, this box was discarded deeper in the ruins--” not much deeper “--I figured I’d take it upon myself to return it to its owner.”

Heaving another sigh, he retrieved the box and offered it to her, “if you’d rather do it, then by all means. Saves me ti --” it was only then that he noticed the box was glowing. Intriguing as it was, he was almost certain it wasn’t supposed to be doing that. This didn’t bode well for them.

Into the Unown ║ Volkner & Clair

         The rock bounced down the passageway, its echoes crackling and intensifying into the emptiness.  For Clair, one solid kick wasn’t enough.  She needed a larger rock, preferably one in the shape of Lance’s head.  After all, it was his fault that she was here in the first place.

         ‘There’s been reports of vandalism at the Ruins of Alph,’ he’d told her.   'Violet’s police force has been extremely overworked as of late, so could you check this out?’  Clair was ready to give her cousin a big fat NO when he put on his best puppydog eyes.  'For me, please?’ he begged.  It was too much for her to bear.

         And so she went.  Clair hated being sent off to different places to take care of their problems.  She had plenty of her own work to do–so why did she have to do theirs?  And because it was Lance who’d asked her… He knew she couldn’t say no.  As if she could ever resist him.

         Clair shoved her hands into her pockets and continued down the abandoned ruins.  She found abso-fucking-lutely nothing, not a single trace nor evidence of this so-called vandal.

         The walls of the ruins were just as they were left all those centuries ago.  Clair stared pointedly at them, failing to remain unimpressed.  The strange alphabet was quite something.  Its script was like that her clan once used, though it was clear why it was never adopted.  Wide eyes stared unblinking at all who wandered their halls.  It brought a chill down Clair’s spine.  The sooner she finished her search here, the better.

         Maybe he was too scared to search the ruins himself, Clair thought, frowning.  Leave it to me to pick up your slack, Lance.  And so she continued on her way, grumbling and sighing through the Ruins of Alph.  Several passages were caved in, and others smelled of miasma.   Clair scrunched up her face and clapped her hands over her nose.   Definitely not that way.

         The longer Clair searched, the more eerie the near-silence became.  She longed to be back in her mountains, full of gentle growls and angry roars.  Clair stopped when a sound unlike any of caught her attention.  All she heard was her own breathing and the water droplets dinking on the rubble below.  But then… footsteps, slow and meandering.  Whoever was walking did so without purpose.

         “He’d have to if he were up to no good,” Clair hissed, loping down the hall.  With high knees and a determined gait, she was an Arbok, silent and deadly. It wasn’t long before she saw him.  Tall with blond hair, the man peered curiously at something on the ground.  Clair crept forward, taking care to not draw attention to herself.

         After a moment’s pause the man chose to pick up the box.  He tucked it under his arm and began walking away, his pace just as casual as before.  Clair wondered how long he’d been there.  He didn’t look like a researcher… but he also didn’t appear to be some punk kid tagging his name on the walls, either.

         Still suspicious of the man, Clair followed after him.  He was like any other tourist; normal, boring.  But as he walked past an oil lamp, a light shone from the strange box underneath his arm.  The runes on its surface glowed an eerie purple.  Clair’s blood ran cold.

         What did he do?!  She had to do something–strange boxes just didn’t glow.  Something was wrong here.  Clair steered herself and charged after the man. “HEY!  Blondie!” she commanded, her voice resonating down the passage. “Stop where you are!”

         The man stopped upon hearing her shouts.  He turned and gave her a nonplussed look.  Clair stopped just short of him, her heart pounding in her chest.  She glanced to the glowing box under his arm.  It shouldn’t be doing that.

         “What did you do?!” she exclaimed, glaring at him.  “Put that down!  Don’t touch it!”

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He’d been waiting all day for the package to arrive. Not out of any particular excitement for the task: frankly, he was bored, and the boredom left him restless.

It was to be considered a personal favour for the Professor, who had given him a Pokedex all those years ago and sent him off on his journey. He couldn’t, in good conscience, decline a request from Rowan, even if he wanted to.

But the package was taking forever to get to him. The Professor had sent an assistant to deliver the item, he’d been told, and would be hanging around until the item was fixed and ready to be sent back.

Volkner sighed. After waiting around all day with no challengers to distract him, he was ready to give up and head home for the day. In fact, he was just exiting the Gym when he found himself face to face with a young man who looked a bit intimidated. A challenger this time of day?

“Sorry,” he began, not sounding the least bit apologetic, “Gym’s closed for the day. Swing by again tomorrow if you think you have what it takes.”

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       “ It was just a simple request at first, really it should have been no trouble at all. “

The professor had been busy that afternoon so he had given Lucas a job or rather a personal request as he had so eloquently described it which was to deliver a package that needed repairs to his acquaintance in Sunyshore City. The assistant thought nothing of it at that point of time, it was a simple thing to do plus he was free of his own assignments so he agreed to it.

“Take the next left once you see the Pokémon Center.. “ 

When he turned the corner, Lucas was met with the sight of the Pokémon Gym which confused the young male as he read the directions the professor had given him once more but it was definitely right which meant only one thing and Lucas wasn’t excited about it.

Professor Rowan’s acquaintance was Volkner, the Gym Leader of Sunyshore City.

He could feel a shiver down his spine at the conclusion, perhaps the Professor wouldn’t mind if he just left the package at the front door along with a note..right?  

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I’ve kind of fallen off the face of the earth here, but I do plan on making a comeback.

Since many of my previous rp partners have dropped, I’d like to take on more threads so give this a like if you’d like to plot

I’ll put a cap at 5

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Volkner listened to the girl’s complaints, nodding sympathetically as she explained her plight. Raichu, on the other hand, had begun sniffing at the girl the moment Haxorus relaxed, kept at bay only by Volkner’s arm, which occasionally swept the electric rodent back.

Tough being a kid, he supposed. To her, it must have seemed pretty significant, not to be allowed to go on a trip somewhere: she probably thought it was some cruel punishment from a dictator of a parent. As a child, he might have empathized more with the child. These days, he could see where the parent was coming from, even if he didn’t necessarily agree with the decision. The child, nonetheless, needed someone, at least, to listen to her, and since Raichu had already dragged him into this mess... he supposed it may as well be him.

“.... that sounds rough. This trip must be important to you.” He didn’t know what much else to say to the girl. He could only wonder what his mother would say in a situation like this. He’d only ever had to comfort the kids in his gym before, and somehow that seemed much easier. “Sounds like your dad worries about you a lot, huh?”

Frustration

Rosilynn watched the other blonde curiously, giving a small smile at the Raichu. She’d never seen one of them before. It was cute. Seeing as the man meant no harm, Gisela listened to the girl and quieted down. Hearing the questions, the young dancer gave a huff.

“No, I’m not lost. I’m just upset with my Papa. He won’t let me go on a trip my class if doing.” Leaning into the Haxorus, she gave a pout, “It’s not fair, he’s let me go on trips before. I’m not even in trouble or anything either!”

She’d no clue as to why this time she couldn’t and it hadn’t occurred to her that is was because the trip was to another region. She half wondered if she’d be able to pout her way into getting a yes from her dad, or at the least get her mom to talk him into changing his mind.

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“Hm?” his gaze shifted from the sun to Lucian when he spoke. “Guess not.” The man’s elaboration suggested that he perhaps should have been offended by the initial comment. He, however, had thought little of it, and might have let the comment slide altogether had Lucian not mentioned it. It made him wonder if the Elite found him standoffish or intimidating. Many did -- even though he didn’t mean to come off that way.

Maybe he was apologizing for what he was about to say, though he wasn’t particularly offended by that, either. “It’s not so much that it’s in need of repair, no... but it can be improved. Yeah... there’s a lot of remodeling that could be done. I could make it a landmark in Sinnoh, with some work.”

Volkner shrugged, “you mean Jasmine.I guess a visit to Olivine could prove to be... hmn, educational.... no, maybe inspirational would be a better word for it.” As he considered it, he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He seldom spoke this much to anyone, save for Flint, even when he was in his most talkative of moods, and now he was a little embarrassed about it.

Conversation didn’t flow quite as naturally as it did between he and his close friend, but it was easier than most. Maybe he was just lonely -- desperate for some kind of companion. Usually he preferred to be alone, but lately he’d... well, maybe it was better that Flint wasn’t around so often, that it was Lucian who was here today.

“You seem more the type for educational trips like those. The Johto Region is rich in history... seems more like your kind of thing.”

[ ✎ ]   He was attentive to every word that came out of the blonde’s mouth; it wasn’t often you heard the man speak that many sentences in a row.

He knew that Volkner was a man of passion; though he was quiet, when the topic swung to that of something he loved, it was almost as if a different person would arise. He’d been around Flint long enough to know the habits of the redhead’s best friend - or perhaps, it was just Lucian’s ability to pick up on things. 

…The man sometimes wondered if Volkner considered him to be a friend. He knew the blonde had his share of problems, yet the bookworm was never all that good with giving support. All he ever ends up doing is reciting facts and words, rather than then giving advice on a personal level. He knew he couldn’t be there for the other the way Flint could; but, that was another topic for another day. 

“…I take it I’m not the only one who’s at a loss as to how they should spend their time.” he softly jested, realizing afterward that it might have come out a little cold.

“…My apologies. I’ve yet found a method for filtering my thoughts aloud. Though, rather than fixing something that, from what I can see, isn’t in need of fixing - why not travel? It’s not unheard of for a gym leader to take a leave. Wasn’t there a lass here not too long ago that came from Olivine? In fact, I believe she was a gym leader herself…”

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When he approached the stranger, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting. Not this. The man appeared so genuinely shocked by his accusation that, for a moment, -- just for a moment -- Volkner second guessed himself. Getting into an argument with some foreign tourist -- from Kalos, no less! -- was not what he had in mind when he left the house. Maybe he should have just let it go.

Annoying, he thought.

Something didn’t add up, though. Not even true Kalos natives were this over dramatic. That was the problem. It was over the top. Desperate. Maybe he just didn’t want to believe it. Nonetheless, the exaggerated response left him questioning the validity of the man’s act.

The only problem was that he had no concrete proof, and if he was mistaken, then he was only making an ass of himself. That everyone in the market had their eyes on them helped matters none, and that alone was enough to make him reconsider how he planned on handling the situation. Expressing his doubts straight out wasn’t going to work.

“My bad then,” he conceded, sighing as he took half a step back. “Sorry for spoiling your experience of Sinnoh.” The words were flat, lacking any trace of sincerity despite the feigned politeness.

His hand slipped to his belt as he turned away, reaching for a Pokeball. “You won’t mind, then, if I exterminate it.” He would never dream of actually hurting a Pokemon in any such manner -- when he said exterminate, he meant turn it in to the Pokemon center, but the stranger -- the stranger didn’t know that.

Nor did he need to.

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Uh-oh. The jacket would be manageable, maybe, but the rest of the damage? He and his Pokemon wouldn’t be eating for the next year if he had to replace all the bruised and damaged merchandise. Hell no, this wouldn’t do at all.

Still, no one here had heard him speak yet, and he had yet to call back Cookie… which meant there was one tried and true option that could perhaps get him out of this, if nothing else. Something so devious, so hellish that if it didn’t beleaguer this already exhausted man into backing off, nothing else likely would.  He fell into the position with relative ease - head up, chin out, shoulders back, arms crossed.

“Excusez-moi?”

The angry foreign tourist. 

But first, he’d had to get into character. He did not face the gym leader, oh no - instead, his gaze first slid over the market place - had he heard right? Did some foul, backwards heathen just propose what he’d thought he’d thought he’d heard? Sacré bleu! He could scarcely believe it! 

Upon not immediately being able to spot his Rattata in his line of vision, he began to speak once mor, making a sweeping gesture towards the market.

“On what ground do you permit yourself to accuse me of this mess? I was just passing through from the resort, and oh! The sight à la marché, she was such a shock! People hurling their wares! The screeching! Oh, the mere thought makes me faint!”

He placed his palm over his chest for emphasis, as though the entire matter had put him on the brink of cardiac arrest. After a moment, he turned his offended glare upon the taller man beside him, and jutted a finger towards him accusingly.

“Had I the awareness that this Sinnoh was so barbaric, so cruel so as to accusez adventurers innocent as moi-même,  I would have chosen to passé mon temps elsewhere!” 

 As if to emphasize his point, Cupcake gave a small, vaguely indignant scree in agreement from where he rested on the brim of his cap. Maybe if he was lucky, the important asshole would go away, and he could call Cookie back and skip town without having to pay for anything. It was a slim chance, but he could dream.

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“I will be a trainer! Just watch me!” With his declaration and Pichu’s reassertion, Denzi turned his back to the other boy and angrily marched back off to the living room -- he was afraid he would get in trouble if he went all the way to his room -- and plopped back in front of his toy, trying to look like he was still tinkering with it, even though he was now too frustrated to focus.

Of course he was still hungry, and both he and Cyrus knew it, but in the mind of seven year old, an hour -- maybe two -- long hunger strike seemed an appropriate expression of his disapproval, thus when Cyrus spoke, Denzi immediately protested, “No! I don’t want anything from you!” and that was the more important part, really. That he didn’t accept anything from Cyrus.

Now he was even more determined than before to become a strong trainer, if only to spite Cyrus in showing him that he very well could do it, and Pichu seemed to be in full agreement with him, nodding along vigorously as he muttered, “we’ll show him, won’t we, Pichu? We’ll be the best in all of Sunyshore.”

[ ☀ ]    Please, for the love of God don’t let this kid start crying.

If there was another thing Cyrus couldn’t stand, it was crying children. So needy, and annoying; definitely not something he wanted to deal with right now. And to top it off, now the brat is denying that he’s hungry. Great.

Hell, even the Pichu was starting to get on his nerves. The boy wasn’t stupid, though; he wasn’t about the let the little rat electrocute him today. 

“….Whatever. Choose to be a trainer, if you want. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” he scoffed.

“Also, don’t lie. You said you were hungry not ten seconds ago. Do you want me to get you food, or not?”

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Mother: Was Volkner a tough kid to raise?

my muse’s mom will answer it

“Not at all. Volkner was always such a softhearted and sweet child, always thinking about his parents. He strove to do his best at everything, and understood the things we taught him very easily. The few times he ever got in trouble, he took the lesson to heart... and to be honest, I think just seeing the disappointment on someone’s face was more than enough of a punishment for anything he ever did, he used to get so upset. He was a shy and sensitive child, but that only made him all the more adorable. If there’s any complaint I have after all these years, it’s that he’s never really learned to trust anyone, even his parents.”

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Mother: Is your son really into his best friend??

my muse’s mom will answer it

“That’s a secret. But I can tell you that a mother can always tell when her son’s in love!” 

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hey mom does your son have interests that aren't battling and changing around the power system for the entire city

 muse’s mom will answer it

“He’s always been enigmatic, my son. His interests fade as quickly as they appear; if something fails to prove a challenge for him, he drops it. As a child, he had countless interests, many of which later passed as he got a handle on them or filled his head with all the knowledge books had to offer. Some he dropped if the other kids teased him for it. As his mother, I can tell you that he will always have an interest in learning.”

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Send “Mother” & a question and my muse’s mom will answer it

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Following the World Tournament, Volkner had some time to kill before his flight back to Sinnoh. Each of the Gym Leaders had been given a few days to enjoy Nimbasa, and Volkner, for once, was actually interested in sightseeing. The tournament had put him in a good mood. Every -- or at least nearly -- had presented him with a challenge. He was still feeling the adrenaline.

Volkner was content to stroll throughout the city, Raichu at his side as he explored the Unovan City.

He stumbled upon a small park on his walk, and almost immediately he spotted the girl sitting with a Haxorous. She appeared distressed, but Volkner didn’t plan on approaching -- she would be fine, if there was a Pokemon by her side -- until Raichu waltzed ahead of him to greet the child.

Sighing, Volkner approached as well, since it seemed he no longer hand a choice. He hesitated a moment when the Pokemon growled at him, and guided Raichu back with his foot, then approached again, crouching so he was closer to eye level with the girl.

He remained conscious of the Dragon, but refrained from addressing it -- it only had the best interests of the child at heart.

“Hey,” he began, “what’s wrong? Are you lost?”

Frustration

The young girl couldn��t help but huff as she made her way down the street, her father’s Haxorus following behind her. While she didn’t mind having the large Pokemon with her, it was more so his response to her wanting to go on her class trip.

“It’s not faaaair!” She whined, plopping down in the small park. Gisela, the Haxorus, sat beside her and wrapped her tail around her trainer’s daughter, trying to comfort her. Huffing again, she leaned against the Dragon type and pouted, trying not to cry. She was a big girl, she shouldn’t cry anymore! After rubbing at them, hoping to help stop them from flowing, she blinked as she heard Gisela growling at someone.

Looking up, she noticed the stranger and tilted her head, giving a ‘shhh’ as she pet the Dragon.

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barefootbrawler

I'm fine with that. Also, aren't we both gay?

“.... not sure where you got that idea from.”

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barefootbrawler

i want a divorce

“Fine, but I’m not paying alimony.”

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fmk - cynthia, maylene, candice

Send me 3 names for FUCK, MARRY, KILL      

“Are you sure I won’t get killed for answering this? .... well, alright... hm. Fuck Cynthia, marry Maylene and, sorry Candice, it’s been real.”

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fmk - flint, lucian, aaron

Send me 3 names for FUCK, MARRY, KILL      

“Seriously? The elite idiots? ..... Alright... kill Flint -- that one’s easy -- fuck Aaron and marry Lucian, I guess. Killing Flint’s the important part, the rest doesn’t matter.”

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Send me 3 names for FUCK, MARRY, KILL