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The product of the Premier Ball had admittedly taken both Dragomir and Ryia aback. It was the Princess who seemed to have more of a disapproving look whereas the Prince seemed to be a little uneasy as he took up the small capsule in between his fingers. Hesitating for a moment, Dragomir had looked back to his sister, not sure what to say.

“Erm… I can make the attempt… I suppose…” Dragomir had said, turning over the contracted ball in his hand a while longer. Turning over the white and red ball, Dragomir began examining it and frowned.

“The thing is, Miss Venesa… our people – the residents of Seville… we do not use… uh… these… tiny capture devices…” Ryia started to explain for her brother. “So it may need some… explaining? Our methods of ‘capture’ is usually through gentling and taming wild Pokémon – in the beginning, it started with Mightyena and Rapidash.”

“Ryia, I don’t think young Miss Venesa needs a history lesson of our kingdom…” Dragomir said to silence his sister. Looking back to Venesa, the Prince had scratched the back of his head with his free hand before looking back to the Feebas that seemed to have lingered at the water’s surface.

“I think Lady Byrd showed me something similar… let me see if I cannot… recall…” Dragomir started to mutter, turning the small capsule in his hands once more. Clicking the button in the centre and flinching a bit in surprise as the capsule expanded, Dragomir had let out a small, sheepish laugh as he went over to the water’s surface, the Feebas watching them a while longer.

“Well… I suppose… here goes… nothing?” After he had spoken, Dragomir had tossed the ball in an underhand fashion so as to not overshoot it. The ball had cracked open and the red energy engulfed the fish Pokémon, soon pulling it into the ball. With a small splash, the ball fell to the water’s surface, bobbing side to side as it shook.

Shake, shake…

… Shake, shake…

Shake… shake…

Click!

“I… is that… it?” Ryia asked, walking closer a bit and peering over her brother’s shoulder.

“I think so… this is how it works, right, Venesa?” Dragomir asked, edging toward the water and taking the Premier Ball from the lake’s surface and holding it out for Venesa to take.

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32. Hitting yours with a fish

Seville was known for its structure above rivers, a lake, and a waterfall. Fishing was a pretty well practised hobby amongst the residents, and it had been no different for the royal heads of Seville, either. At moment, however, it was only Dragomir that held the rod as his sister seemed to sit farther away, a book in her possession. Her eyes were glued to the pages as Dragomir’s own were glued on the bauble that floated on the water’s surface.

The bauble had been dragged underwater with the indication of a bite. A smile widened on Dragomir’s face as he pulled back. Standing up as he pulled on the line, the prince seemed to been struggling a bit with pulling in the fish on the line.

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34:What I find attractive in women / 35:What I find attractive in men

“… Erm…” Dragomir starts, frowning a bit as he ponders the first question that had been asked. “… I… I guess I would find a sense of adventure most attractive in women. And high tolerance, I guess – my sister tends to tell me how my adventurous ways are things that would drive a future wife insane with worry. In that regard, a woman that knows her way with herbs and medicines would also be highly appealing.”

“Women tend to be much more graceful than men,” Ryia said rather simply. “That is something I already find myself more attracted to in women. Something that I would really find most attractive in women is a level of honesty and trust between one another.

“As for men, on the other hand,” Ryia went on to say. “I would find a level understanding between one another quite attractive. I would enjoy myself with a man who is willing to see things from my point of view, as I would do for them.”

“Ehhh…” Dragomir had groaned a bit after Ryia had spoken. “My sister has a very open mind. As for me… my attraction – romance or otherwise – is generally tied only to women in certain situations. I suppose if I did like men…”

Dragomir takes a moment, bringing a hand to his chin.

“No, sorry, I actually cannot tell you what I would like in people of my same gender right now.”

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32. Hitting yours with a fish

Seville was known for its structure above rivers, a lake, and a waterfall. Fishing was a pretty well practised hobby amongst the residents, and it had been no different for the royal heads of Seville, either. At moment, however, it was only Dragomir that held the rod as his sister seemed to sit farther away, a book in her possession. Her eyes were glued to the pages as Dragomir’s own were glued on the bauble that floated on the water’s surface.

The bauble had been dragged underwater with the indication of a bite. A smile widened on Dragomir’s face as he pulled back. Standing up as he pulled on the line, the prince seemed to been struggling a bit with pulling in the fish on the line.

Dragomir’s grunts, and the splashes of water had torn Ryia’s attention for a moment as she seemed to lean up to see what exactly had been going on. There seemed to have been a light chuckle from her end as she rose a finger to the scene. With a flick of her wrist as soon as Dragomir tugged, a Feebas had been yanked from the water.

At the force of which the Feebas seemed to fly through the air, Ryia had looked worried after she realised she might have used her own psychic prowess a bit too much in this regard. She often used it to mess with Dragomir when he was having trouble at certain things. In this case, however… the Feebas had ended up hitting a young looking woman and was a cause for concern.

“Ah, great – Arceus, I am really very sorry about what just happened…” Dragomir started to say rather hurriedly, dropping his fishing pole and running over to the young woman that had been struck by the flailing Feebas.

“That really hurt, y’know…” the young woman replied, her brow furrowed. She rose a hand to wipe now dampened blue locks of hair from her face.

“I… er… I am really sorry. I had not realised that someone would be behind me. ‘Tis not that long after dawn – I honestly had not thought that someone would be out this early…” Dragomir continued to apologise, glancing back to Ryia for a moment as he knelt down and took up the still flailing Feebas.

Ryia had closed her book and made her way toward the two. With a slightly apologetic look on her face, she said to the blue-haired woman.

“My brother honestly has nothing to actually be apologetic for, miss…” Ryia said, not attempting to sound offensive. “Erm… what I mean to say is… ‘tis not his fault that you were… struck. ‘Tis mine. I assisted him in ensuring his catch with my… power….”

As Ryia explained, Dragomir shot her a look that looked to have been both annoyed and unimpressed. He had taken the Feebas and thrown it back into the water after a moment. Returning to the young woman that had been assaulted by the Feebas either way, the prince said, “either way… I am extremely sorry that this occurred. If there is a way… to make it up to you? I suppose we can see to it that you have a wish fulfilled within our power.”

“Really, Dragomir… that seems a little much…” Ryia sighed, frowning.

“In any case, uh…” Dragomir started to say, looking to the young woman for a name.

“Vanesa…” the woman replied, her arms folded across her chest, and a somewhat disgruntled look on her face.

“Vanesa…” Dragomir parroted the name to remember it. He then continued, “if there is something we can do… please give us the word, and we shall see to it. So long as it is within our power.”

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14. Covered in blood

“Hadrian, Gwen, quick – let’s get Dragomir placed over there – yes, gently, right there,” came the voice of a female teen. There had been a look of worry on her face as she watched the armoured and robed Kirlia use their Psychic to take the taller male from the back of the black Rapidash of which he was brought back.

The male was recognised throughout Seville as the Prince – Prince Dragomir Eveque, to have been more precise. The female teen that had been directing the two Kirlia to her brother’s well being was known as Princess Ryia Eveque. Both siblings had often been seen together as of late since inviting residents and visitors to Arimethea City to come visit and enjoy the sights and sounds of the kingdom of Seville.

“Arceus above, Dragomir. What have you done this time to have gotten in this much of a mess?” Ryia scolded, digging in her satchel as she looked for any crafted bandages that might have helped.

Dragomir had been scuffed, scraped, cut, and bruised nearly all over his body. All he could really do right now was offer Ryia a half-hearted smile. Before he could really say anything, it seemed that someone else had been poking around not too far away. Both Eveque siblings had heard footsteps, and the sound of a woman talking to something, or someone.

Taking pause in their actions, both Ryia and Dragomir turned their attention toward where the sounds had been coming from. The snorts and counting of the other Rapidash in the stables were enough to make both the Prince and Princess unable to really make out what the other female voice had been saying. However, when the time came, both of them had caught sight of a woman who was rather tall, had ginger hair, and freckles on sun kissed skin.

“You’re not supposed to be back here, you know,” Ryia had stated, frowning as she stood up a little straighter.

“Ryia, is now… really… the time?” Dragomir asked, obviously in pain as he winced and cringed. He was attempting to keep any pain he did feel at bay as he sat down on the overturned trough.

“Oh, right… my apologies, Dragomir…” Ryia quickly said, returning to the reality that her brother had been injured through unknown means.

“Holy hell, what happened to him? He looks like something the Meowth dragged in!” the woman that showed up had said, paying not much mind to the fact that Ryia had mentioned that she should not have been there.

“N-nothing to worry about, really…” Dragomir said, offering a pained smile. “Just… fell. Honest.”

“You were climbing that Mount Ascension again, weren’t you!?” Ryia snapped, furrowing her brow as she pulled out a jar of greenish salve.

“Oh, come off it…” Dragomir replied, adjusting his position as Ryia opened the container to rub some of the salve on his wounds. “Just be glad… I’ve got… no broken bones….”

“Yeah, and a face not many would be happy to wed, either,” Ryia refuted, being a little less than gentle when applying the medicine before going ahead to wrap her brother’s wounds in bandages.

“Wed..? Boy, you sure have a lot of cleaning up to do before you get married,” the ginger woman had laughed slightly, attempting to make a little light of the situation. “But yeah, um… if you need a little help, I can do that–”

“Here,” Ryia had said, holding out the salve before the woman could finish. “Take some of that and start applying it to Dragomir’s other side so that this can go a little faster, please.”

At the demand, the woman frowned slightly before reluctantly going ahead and doing as instructed.

“You’re both those kids that were in Arimethea that one day? I recognise you from the announcement the day of Round One for Hyperion. No need to introduce yourselves – not that this is a good time,” the woman chuckled as she helped to treat Dragomir’s other wounds. “Name’s Aidan – uh, sorry to be meeting you both in such a situation.”

“You need not… worry too – ah! – worry too much about it,” Dragomir responded, flinching with his sister tightening the bandages. “This happens more… than I care… to really admit. Haha… All part of being… me… I suppose.”

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0:Height 1:Virgin? 2:Shoe size 3:Do you smoke? 4:Do you drink? 5:Do you take drugs? 6:Age you get mistaken for 7:Have tattoos? 8:Want any tattoos? 9:Got any piercings? 10:Want any piercings? 11:Best friend? 12:Relationship status 13:Biggest turn ons 14:Biggest turn offs 15:Favorite movie 16:I’ll love you if 17:Someone you miss 18:Most traumatic experience 19:A fact about your personality 20:What I hate most about myself 21:What I love most about myself 22:What I want to be when I get older 23:My relationship with my sibling(s) 24:My relationship with my parent(s) 25:My idea of a perfect date 26:My biggest pet peeves 27:A description of the girl/boy I like 28:A description of the person I dislike the most 29:A reason I’ve lied to a friend 30:What I hate the most about work/school 31:What your last text message says 32:What words upset me the most 33:What words make me feel the best about myself 34:What I find attractive in women 35:What I find attractive in men 36:Where I would like to live 37:One of my insecurities 38:My childhood career choice 39:My favorite ice cream flavor 40:Who wish I could be 41:Where I want to be right now 42:The last thing I ate 43:Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately 44:A random fact about anything

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i’ll generate a number, (1-50) and my muse will have to explain to yours why they are… (some nsfw, some angst, mostly humor)

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What is their favorite season and why?

“I really like the autumn time. The leaves around Seville become so lush and vibrant with reds, oranges, and yellows – ‘tis like walking under clouds of gold!” Ryia claps her hands together as she speaks, a smile growing upon her lips.

“… I prefer the spring time. ‘Tis not too hot, and yet ‘tis not too cold. ‘Tis clearly the end of winter’s grasp, and it signals the start of summer. For me, ‘tis a very opportune time of year to get the most of out my explorations,” Dragomir answers, kicking a pebble at his feet.

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★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why?

“Daytime is more the spectacular time for myself – it certainly also shows off more of Seville’s colours a lot more as well. Plus, there is also more time to sit down and speak with some of the public about matters that House Eveque can improve upon while we are sitting on the throne currently,” Ryia answers rather happily.

“… For me… night-time is better,” Dragomir begins to answer, yawning and rubbing at his eyes. “More of the populous slumbers, and it makes it much easier to sneak out at night to venture into caves, go rock climbing, and do other things without mother breathing down my neck.”

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♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them? ♠ - What are they afraid of? ♦ - What is one thing about them that they are most proud of? ♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general) ★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why? ☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep? ☼ - Something that/Someone who makes them happy. ☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react? ♪ - Are they musically inclined? ♫ - What kind of music do they enjoy? ✓ - How do they react to praise? ✕ - How do they handle rejection? ☺ - Do they prefer sour or sweet treats? ❄ -  Favorite season and why? ☮ - Do they have an idol or someone they look up to? ❤ - Do they have a love interest? ✖ - Who is someone they just cannot stand? ♔ - Do they value loyalty? ♕ - Do they trust easily?

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-Awkwardly bows- I-it is a pleasure to meet both of you dear, um, prince Dragomir and, uh, princess...Ryia. Ahem, welcome to Hyperion and hope you enjoy your time with us.

A stifled giggle comes from Ryia as she looks to her brother, who seems at a loss of what to say. Dragomir has more of a lopsided smile on his face as his sister composes herself and offers a small curtsey in response.

As Dragomir searches for words to say, Ryia goes ahead to speak, “there is no need for such formalities outside our kingdom. This ‘Hyperion’ you mention, however… ‘tis a competition, is it not? We wish we could stay and enjoy the festivities that our dear House Avalon has put together, but alas, we are bound by duty to our people to return to Seville on the morrow.”

“Y-yes… my sister speaks true of this occasion. Our appearance in Arimethea was merely to bring some recognition to Seville and extend an invitation for those visiting to make an appearance to our home. ‘Tis not often we get travellers this far out; thus it is an exciting occurrence for our people, much I am sure it is for yours,” Dragomir adds, rubbing the back of his neck as he speaks.

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((Hey there, just making a little more of a formal post to let those that are interested in story side know that this blog is live for those that wish to interact with Dragomir and Ryia.

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