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"Mr. Evans!" Called the voice, slowing next to the man in question. Motorcycle idling, he handed Flamelle a black armband. "I'm not sure if you have any powers, but this should be able to help you. If anything, it will make retreating easier... I wouldn't recommend fighting these things head-on."

Oh hey, a voice calling to him that isn’t some Wraith.

“So this armband will help me. I might need it explained a little, but I’m willing to try at least. Are you sure you don’t need it instead?”

Flammelle knew he could only offer so much. Surely there were stronger people that could use it? All he could do right now was shoot at the enemy.

“Right now I’ve just been trying to get others out of the way. Like always, the radio station is a shelter to all who need it.”

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psychicmasterwill:

“I will have you people know that I did not sign up for this amount of exercise!” His words were ignored in favour of trying to strike the psychic down with anything they could get their hands on. Natu was in Will’s arms, the latter having decided that it was far too unsafe to have the other ride atop his head.

Upon hearing his friend chirp, the psychic ducked into an abandoned building, remaining as quiet as possible until he heard the mob pass him right by. 

“…that was a close one,” he said after releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding.  “I think we’ll be safe here for now, Natu.”

Natu, however, wasn’t so sure.

It was hard to cope without a weapon. Flammelle felt reduced to a coward again; only running from the problem. He’d spent so much time in Hive growing as a person. Living in fear isn’t the answer. Never let it control your life when you can rise above it.

At least those lessons remain. So even now while hiding, the radio host refuses to panic. It helps a Pokemon accompanies him. Noteworthy can be useful even if she doesn’t battle much.

Right now the pair were in an abandoned building. They woke up above the main city, knowing what they had to do. He just really needed a quick break. So much sneaking around and running wasn’t good for him.

Hold on a second. Flammelle swears someone else just entered the building. Could they be an enemy? Dreading the worst, he sends Noteworthy to fly over to Will.

Upon seeing the Natu she lets out a cry. The other Pokemon seems to be content with their trainer. That’s a good sign.

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prisontoys:

She froze in place, feeling like a deer in the headlights when the man stared at her. And… then he was speaking. Very calmly. He wasn’t angry, or shouting, or doing that thing when people try to chase vermin away by swatting them with brooms or pitchforks or whatever other hard-hitting thing they can get their hands on at the moment. Her eyes drift to one of the very sturdy-looking microphone stands nearby and she gulps.

“I got lost.” A classic excuse for when children were up to mischief. “And…” She thought quickly, shuffling her feet nervously. “I couldn’t reach the handle so I thought one of these buttons would open the door.”

To prove her point she cheekily stepped backwards, her foot pressing down on one of the buttons behind her. A sudden static noise from inside the booth, cutting off the broadcast and scaring her bad enough that she jumped forward and off the button, nearly falling off the desk in the process, only breaking her fall by grabbing on to the edge. She could hear the shouting of some interns in the back as they tried to figure out what had just happened.

Panicking at the suddeness of it all, she let go from where she held on, dropping to the floor and scampered under the desk, hoping the darkness would somehow hide her from any repercussion. 

As a host you have to show certain traits. Most of them are only vocal given the medium. You have to sound caring, calm even when angry for the sake of keeping spirits up. It can be hard to hold back when Hive goes to pieces. Fortunately, this isn’t anywhere close. Just a child and a confused Flammelle

She got lost. Right. Wouldn’t they have figured out this is a different place by now? It;s not exactly a house or a store.

Part of him still wants to believe her though.

“The room isn’t locked like-” He doesn’t get to finish. Six steps backward onto a button, causing loud static. It doesn’t scare him but he is annoyed. Every minute of on-air time is valuable. Thankfully the child doesn’t get hut. Rather, she holds onto the desk and drops off.

He’ll need to comfort her. Still, he needs to clear up some confusion. Flammelle runs to the wall and shouts instructions to the interns. Just that one of the buttons malfunctioned; he’ll have a technician look at it later. Six doesn’t get a mention.

“Alright, they don’t know it was you. What did I say though? I told you not to touch anything. A lot of important equipment is here; we ended up interrupting the broadcast. Thankfully getting it working again isn’t too hard.”

Flammelle walks forward to where the desk is, getting on his knees and finding the child.

“It’s going to be okay. You can come out from under there. Nothing here is going to hurt you. I won’t either. I just want to escort you out of the station.”

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prisontoys:

“I don’t know who the boys are or care about why they’re back in town, but I think it’s really mean that they made a girl upset enough to hit them.”

“It’s just a song. We don’t know if any real people inspired it. It’s pretty old too. Over 40 years old where I come from.

At least this is one we don’t have to censor.”

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manesalvation:

“Time is a trade that has never been able to touch me so it’s bizarre to live in a world where I can feel time at work.”

The old feline spoke initially to himself, but he always welcomes a new conversation if it so arises. 

“Most of us don’t have that luxury. Does it really feel better though? I’m just a normal guy, but being immortal would still make me anxious. Maybe you just can’t win no matter what.”

Flammelle will admit the idea of dying unnerves him. Still, living forever has its own problems. At this point of Hive life a talking lion isn’t anything to take note of.

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prisontoys:

Six had never seen a place like this before. Gadgets and bells and whistles. A table full of blinking lights, and an unlit sign that said ‘ON AIR’. Aside from the few lights on the buttons, the room was relatively dark. Unoccupied, save for her and the spiders. So many spiders…

The lights were interesting though. Touching brightly lit buttons wasn’t exactly a smart idea, but the colours would be nice to look at.

Clambering up the mesh of a paper basket, she pulled herself up onto the desk. Several papers with lots of words on them were stacked in thick but neat piles. They looked like… reports. Scripts. Perusing through the papers, she shoved a few off the table, mixing them up and making a mess as she looked. She recognised the words ‘This is Hive City’ labelled on the top of a few of the pages, along with some other stuff she didn’t bother to read.

It’d be a good learning curve to take the time to sit and read through the tougher parts of the words but the thought bored her. The lights… Those were what she came up here for anyways. 

Switches and buttons littered the entire control board, names and words printed underneath but making little sense to her. Tempted, she reached out to push one of the switches, when the door behind her swung open and the lights overhead flicked on…

The radio station was a constant these past few years. Apart from a brief absence, Flammelle worked here since its inception. He knew these rooms like the back of his hand. One in particular is the main broadcast room. So much of his life is spent there sitting and talking. That’s not even counting when disaster strikes, and the building turns into a shelter.

Despite his fondness he’s still the boss. No one gets into the room without express permission. So the surprise awaiting him isn’t a pleasant one.

Right now, someone else is on the air in another room. Flammelle just needs to check on something. He must have left a note there. At least, that’s what he tells himself. Where could it have gone otherwise?

The host opens the door as normal, turning on the light switch. If only the room was empty as expected. Instead, he finds a small figure sitting on the desk. How did they get in here? Remind him to give security a talking to.

He calms down only upon realising they don’t seem dangerous. There isn’t any weapon he can see, and they feel like a child.. At least he assumes. Flammelle can’t see her face behind the waistcoat. If she is a child he can’t be as angry. The man is much too sappy for that.

“You really shouldn’t be in here. This is a private room. Actually, how did you get in here in the first place?

Don’t touch anything. We don’t need to go live right now. Someone else is on the air anyway. So, I’ll ask you to get down from there.”

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✿ beneath the headphone band

“We got it to work. Although I can just take these off if you wanted. Not like I’m listening to anything right now anyway.”

The radio host doesn’t know a lot about Nautilus. Keeping that in mind, he isn’t sure if flowers have any association with them. He worries it’d be rude just to ask.

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✿

“...Thank you?”

Flammelle knows this is a kind gesture. Still, he can’t help but be a little confused. A stranger is putting a flower in his hair. At least he doesn’t have hay fever.

“I don’t have any flowers of my own to give you. Still, I can look for one if you wanted.”

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Send me a ✿ and my muse will react to your muse putting a flower in their hair

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gallantry:

“You there–young man! Mind if you help me for a moment? ”

“ You see, I’ve been searching for this shop–a specific shop that sells delicious pastries. I was just there the other day but I’ve seem to have gotten a bit mixed up with my directions. Might you know where it is? I’ve been dying for something sweet these days, ahah-ha-ha… ”

“Can you remember the name of the shop? That would be really helpful. If not, I can google pastry shop and hope for the best. There are a few even if we don’t find the exact one.”

Beggars can’t be choosers. Flammelle gets his phone out, swiping across the screen. 

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themessiahofsilence:

“…why is Pluto no longer a planet?” Hotaru could have sworn it was.

“Basically, scientists decided it was too small to officially count as a planet. So a few years ago they classified Pluto as a dwarf planet instead. That’s all I know though. Space is not my speciality.”

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utatteru:

“…I don’t… actually look like a grandfather, do I?”

“I wouldn’t exactly call you one. Still, why do you suddenly care? Did something happen?”

Gakupo could be a little odd in his experience, but nothing that suggested being around that age.

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utatteru:

“Isn’t it… rather dangerous, to offer rides on a bear…?”

“I’m an adult and even I probably wouldn’t risk it.”

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“I guess the promise of alcohol and limbo brings people to... a new low.”

Flammelle is not prepared to embarrass himself for this. He is not the most flexible person. Maybe he should join in one of the dances instead?

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ninthextrication:

“Alright Inari, let’s be careful with this one…” Junpei was attempting to help his vulpix practice her moves, but that seemed to be causing him a fair deal of bodily harm. He had plenty of spare burn creams and many clean bandages, but man did it seem like he was using an awful lot of them… “Try out heart wave, but aim it over there, ok?” 

“Pii!” Inari gladly obliged, aiming the attack away from her trainer- but a sudden noise startled her and she looked towards Junpei at the last moment, giving him just a bit of a burn on his arm.

“ooOOOW!” It didn’t matter how many times he got burned, it still hurt every time… he sighed and grabbed more burn cream, wondering if it would be worthwhile to invest in a fire-repellent suit. While he was applying the cream, he finally looked up to see a familiar face. “Oh, hey Flammelle.”

Pokemon were meant for battling. It was a friendly competition between trainers. Despite that Flammelle is reluctant. He’d rather pamper Noteworthy than risk her getting hurt. This Pokemon has no evolution anyway. He isn’t intentionally holding her back from growing.

Still, she has proven useful before. Imitating human speech was a boon during the drone attack. Even now the radio host tries to teach her words. Nothing too explicit though.

“Are you okay? I was walking past but heard a lot of noise.”

Junpei should really be more careful. He’d rather not be taking the other man to hospital soon.

Noteworthy keeps flapping in the air as he looks over, spotting the Vulpix. This is new.

“You caught a Pokemon then. Maybe take a break for now. It doesn’t seem to be going so well. Noteworthy could play with them if you wanted.”

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utatteru:

“Ah–”

It’s an odd sight to anyone passing by, he’s sure of it. Standing near the edges of a pathway, his intentions had just been to take a gander at the flowers once more, taking note of all the different kinds and colors surrounding him, and yet as he’d shifted to move on from them, it seemed something had different plans.

So now here stands Gakupo, as still as a statue with a butterfly perched upon his nose and seeming as though it had no intentions of moving any time soon. He’s almost inclined to shoo it away, because the chuckles of people as they pass him by are getting a bit embarrassing, but at the same time it’s… it’s a pretty little thing. And how often does a butterfly just decide to sit on your nose?

He sees someone approaching him out of the corner of his eyes (and he can’t assume they’re some sort of staff or something, as far as he can see there’s nothing indicating such on their person), and lifts a hand as gingerly as he can as a sign to not disturb him. 

“Please don’t disturb it. I want it to stay,” comes his voice, as soft as he can muster, “…even though this is quite the odd experience.”

The flower festival takes place every year. Apart from that attack, no major disruptions have happened recently. It means Flammelle can attend without having to report on anything. Plus Noteworthy can get some exercise too.

Gossip is spreading through the circle already. At least most of it is light. Just some cracks on what someone is wearing, or annoyance at Hive’s new creatures. The Pokemon seemed to be better received, because some of them weren’t large death machines.

By accident the radio host stumbles onto another rumour.

A purple haired man is doing his best statue impression. The butterfly is what really stands out. It’s just kind of resting there.

“You’re going to flinch sooner or later. Staying exactly still is difficult.”

Noteworthy flies in the air next to him, wondering if they should try it. No. They’re too big compared to a butterfly.

“People are staring at you anyway. I’m not sure that standing out so much is a good idea. Even if this isn’t that bad compared to other whispers around here.”

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thegreatbeyonds:

“Somebody once told me.”

“Well. The years start coming and they don’t stop coming and they-”