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[tapuhauko]

@noitxll // A closed starter;

It was the first time in Hoenn for Hau- at least since he was a baby- and what better way to celebrate that than to visit a friend?

Noland had visited them in Alola before, it was only fair to return the favour. Not that Hau minded one bit! He had read about the Battle Factory before, but seeing it for himself with his own eyes? Incredible!

Once they were done examining everything, they returned to where Noland was situated, and leaned on a nearby desk.

"Pretty neat place you got here." Hau muses approvingly, nodding in a random direction.

"Thanks for having me over." The Alolan stretches for a moment, eyes landing on the nearby Machamp sparring with another Pokémon. Now that he thought about it, it had been a while since he sparred with someone... "...Hey. I'm not sure if I remember correctly, but do you enjoy sparring by any chance?" Their eyes are rather hopeful.

[coiledqueen]

🔎!!!

muse visions / accepting!!

Yusei clenches his teeth as his D-Wheel rumbles down the Factory's strip, visor pulled low over his eyes. The modified, scrappy motorbike has never been constructed from the sturdiest stuff, but it is now officially on life support, air and brake fluid leaking out with every press of the accelerator.

Yusei clears his mind with a deep, steadying breath. Remember where you came from. This is nothing. And indeed, as unfamiliar as this 'Battle Frontier' is...it's pretty nice. Especially when compared to the Satellite slums.

Yusei's D-Wheel trundles on, belching smoke and other unpleasant fumes, as he wills it towards the Battle Factory garage slash converted hangar, glancing admiringly at Noland's slew of half-finished projects strewn about the yard. Warm memories of the Satellite flood back into his conscious, memories of foraging the junkyard for just the right parts, of foraging the big-city trash cans for everybody's draft chaff and bulk cards.

"Hey, hey," Yusei calls out with a slight wave, smiling as he takes off his helmet and waves at the Brain hunched over his workbench. "You're Noland, right? Sorry to impose, but..." He pats at his bike with a sheepish shrug, "...I'm having a bit of an emergency and was told you're the guy. Ran into quite the scary snake lady down the way and she said to stop by here."

The duelist grins, nodding towards the sprawling hangar-space. "You've got quite the collection here, huh? Cool."

🔎 / muse: yusei fudo, yu-gi-oh! 5ds

[gnzma]

[ @noitxll i keep thinking about that post ]

[weisskunigin]

@noitxll || welcome to hollywood

"You're going to make so much money!" Which means she is going to make so much money, and then they can expand! "How are you with heights? We were planning to audition soon for a stuntman to jump out of a plane."

[aetherceuse]

♡

Rex Lore

For two years the same can of Rockstar Energy has been rolling around on the floor of my car. It's usually stuck under the passenger seat. I didn't even buy it, my buddy from Poland did when we were all up in Canada, and he forgot it in my car.

Every now and again the potion rolls out and reveals itself when I'm in need, and then goes back into hiding.

I'll throw it away once it stops making me laugh.

[draconscious]

@noitxll challenged: "heh... you're getting sloppy," noland remarks, raising a steadfast hand as he stances up after managing to sidestep a particularly swift lunge from clair. as he begins to break into a sweat, noland smirks, unable to resist ruthlessly taunting his most ferocious opponent yet, to ramp up the difficulty, to chip away at her composure, to take a glimpse into what she's learned, testing her from the very get-go, the two combatants a little more attuned to one another than before. "get your head on straight and try again."

As always, there's no holding back between these two, and Clair wouldn't have it any other way. Even in the heat of battle, there's a comforting catharsis to be found on these familiar sparring mats, an unspoken invitation to go wild versus an equally-ferocious competitor. Their shared, hungry flame burns bright, demanding they go all-out...and so Clair does. Against Noland, she's never needed to hold back.

Against Noland, she can finally let her inner dragon roar.

"...I'm just getting started," the tamer snaps back, bouncing on the balls of her feet, sharp eyes pinpointing her next point of attack. She'd never dream of making excuses--but it's been a while since their last bout, and Noland's hard-charging energy takes a moment to get used to, right out of the gate. Only ever a moment. Clair is quick to adjust, betraying a grin as that familiar adrenaline begins to course through her veins again.

It's time to go even harder.

The fighters circle each other with a tense eagerness, and the air itself seems ready to snap. Clair takes a deep breath and rolls her shoulders, remembering Noland's past advice: relax. He may be her most resilient opponent yet, but she still probably has some speed on him. If Noland is an immovable mountain, Clair is the relentlessly crashing surf relentlessly wearing him down.

"And my head's perfectly fine, thanks. Brace yourself--in a few rounds, yours is going to be resting against that mat. Submitting to me."

Another deep breath, and then Clair launches herself towards Noland with blinding speed, her leg snapping outwards (like a whip) to lash at his calves and knock him off balance. She's still a little rusty, a little stiff, but this first precise sweeping strike is still no joke. Let's see how you deal with this.

[Clair rolled a 9.]

[battlered]

"you're on, pops!" he's already reaching for poli's pokéball from his belt. "how 'bout a friendly one-on-one? whadda ya say?" [@noitxll]

[reiketsui]

"what is your deal, bro. like, actually," so many near misses. but can you blame him? that is a LOT of crime! he still loves ya though.

" you still ask that after all these decades? you should know better than most. either way, the dog thing earns you double points on those rows. " / @noitxll

[avacynthia]

"evenin'," noland strides on over rather easily during one of cynthia's rare moments alone — he is not surprised to see that she is a glittering beacon amongst the attendees. he smirks casually, taking notice of this being their first face-to-face meeting, rather than catching a fleeting glimpse of her from across entire facilities...

he may never see the opportunity to speak to her so closely again, not for a long time, at any rate. nor did he ever anticipate standing center-stage of a contest hall once the gala reached its end. what better time, then, to offer her a hand, "do ya dance?"

As the evening wears on--a pleasant blur of handshakes, wine, and happy (re)introductions--Cynthia can sense the illustrious gala's fire steadily burning down to the base of its proverbial candle. There was still room for raucous enjoyment, of course (Wake was making sure of that, bless him), but an air of late-night calm was finally beginning to settle into the gleaming contest hall.

Sinnoh's champion can't help but feel a light pang of wistfulness in her chest. Perhaps Cynthia is forever cursed to arrive just as the party's about to run its course. In many ways, she hasn't even gotten a chance to sit down yet, but that's fine--the gala's reconnections, spectacles, and antics have all kept her preoccupied in the best way.

Still, it's nice to get a moment to herself, pensively wandering the dimly-lit dance floor as calming music hums through the air. Until...evenin'.

"Oh, hello Noland," she greets, turning towards the Frontier Brain with a grin lighting her face. There's that curious glimmer ever-omnipresent in her silvery eyes as Cynthia looks him up and down with an approving nod, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

"This is a nice surprise. I thought you'd be outside bumping chests with Wake. Or...enjoying some horse...divorce, did you call them?" She laughs, graciously accepting his extended invitation. "Regardless, I'm glad you're here. The way Scott and Thorton talk about you...it's like you're the stuff of legends."

Ever playful, Cynthia winks, squeezing Noland's palm as the pair steps onto the near-deserted floor, glittering spotlights illuminating the perfect backdrop. The champion's grin widens.

"But, funnily enough...neither of them mentioned that you could dance. Full of surprises, aren't you...?" she teases, leaning in so that the Brain can take the lead. "Why don't you show me what you know...?"

[danderosa]

❝ WE GOT ANOTHER ONE !!! AND HE'S BRINGING COBBLER !!!!!! ❞

[elegencia]

@noitxll:  "stop  saying  I'm  not  taking  this  seriously!"  hiii  wallace:)

“Perhaps  if  you  actually  took  it  seriously,  then  maybe  I  would  stop  telling  you  otherwise?”

𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘  𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐆𝐄𝐓  𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑  𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄’𝐒  𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍;  but  𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃  seemed  to  get  under  his  skin  with  minimal  effort.  His  brutish  behavior  (  in  Wallace’s  opinion  )  was  most  unbecoming;  and  despite  the  man  knowing  𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐘  for  much  longer  then  the  champion  had,  𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄  still  had  his  concerns  and  DOUBTS  about  the  relationship  that  his  ELITE  and  THE  FACTORY  HEAD  shared.  Perhaps  𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄  should  have  had  more  faith  in  𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃  because  of  the  LONGER  history  he  had  with  𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐘,  however,  with  how  many  times  the  CHAMPION  had  witnessed  his  friends  broken  heart  back  in  the  day—What  made  this  relationship  any  different,  truly?

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐘  𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐃  𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓;  expression  showing  that  was  LESS  than  amused.  From  what  he  saw,  𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐘  was  happy,  sure—HOWEVER,  the  CHAMPION  only  figured  it  was  surface  level  happiness  that  he  saw  again  and  again.  He  didn’t  realize  that  the  care  and  concern  for  his  FRIEND  was  a  bit  SUFFOCATING;  or  perhaps  he  just  didn’t  want  to  see  it  that  way.  “There  is  a  severe  lack  of  commitment  coming  from  your  end.”

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐍𝐎  𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐌𝐄  𝐎𝐑  𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒;  but  instead  he  decided  to  dig  deeper  into  the  metaphorical  wound  he  had  tried  to  create.  And  while  𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄  wasn’t  one  to  be  so…like  this,  𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃  had  a  tendency  to  drag  this  sort  of  behavior  from  him.  “Let’s  be  serious  here  for  a  moment—Do  you  have  plans  for  the  future?  Or  are  you  just  like  the  rest  of  them?”

[dragonplated]

📚 + 2

something from my muse's canon

there is SO much in his history pre rgby i'd like to explore, but i also actually REALLY wanna do stuff set in the rgb/y arcs of his canon, specifically the yellow bits. also the early gsc; i really wanna explore lance's dynamic with the dex kids and with silver more to see how those shake out

[coiledqueen]

Lucy feels that telltale twinge at the back of her mind and sighs. She begrudgingly closes out of her dating app and flips open the Frontier Brain group chat instead, already anticipating the worst. (Or at the very least, another wild story.)

Noland's getting himself into trouble somewhere. Again.

[gnzma]

@noitxll

[ x ]

…well that didn't take much convincing, huh? No lies, Guzma's starting to like this guy. Anyone with enough bravery ( or stupidity, same thing really ) to go and get in trouble with one of Alola's apex predators is bound to get some extra points in his book!

Orrrrr maybe it's just the alcohol talking. Being a lightweight when you want to drown your sorrows in beer is always so sad, might as well join in this stupid adventure! Worst case scenario he gets out of it with a few fractured bones as well; best, and he gets to see some guy get destroyed Looney Tunes style. Funny haha kinda stuff either way.

"Aight--"

Now, standing up? That's not fun. His head spins for a loooong second before readjusting to the world around him.

"Let's seeeee…!" ��where the fuck even are Bewears-- "I think there should be some in th' Gauntlet-- It's like. 10 minutes from here."

10 long minutes if walking half drunk. Yuppeeee.

"Move your ass my dude, those bears ain't gonna come here!"

[tapuhauko]

what is a gift your muse is hoping to receive?

headcanons based on the 5 love languages - Accepting!

Hmm, that's a good one! I think he loves every gift, as long as the intent is right! Could be something fancy (though he'll feel a little guilty for a lot of money spent on him), or just a shell on the beach that reminded the person of them! c:

New art supplies are always welcomed too, of course.

[alolynn-heart]

surprise! it's volbeat's valentine's delivery service! the dapper firefly has brought lynn a small bouquet of yellow tulips wrapped in pink paper, with an envelope attached. he presents them to her with a twirl and a short song played by chirping its wings. what did you think of it? I practiced that for weeks! he seems to beam afterward.

inside the envelope is another gift, and a note from noland ... hope you have an awesome day today! make sure you use this the next time you want to hang out — you know how they're my favorite ;) ... it's a bus pass.

Now this was becoming more a surprise. Usually she was the one that would be making deliveries on a day such as this. Still she delighted in watching the volbeat perform the short, chirping song as she held onto the small bouquet of tulips. With her free hand she gave an enthusiastic thumbs up. Clearly they had practiced!

Her own curiosity turned toward the note attached. Oh! It was from Noland and with it there were some bus passes... ???

They were his favorite??

Hold on! Was this because she misread his bingo card!? Her face flustered at the realized embarrassment. Still, at least these were helpful for when she wanted to visit.

@noitxll / Noland