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Forgive me, but-
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Benefits of being in the future! For I am a timezone traveler!
Witch! Witch! Hurry and get the torches and pitchforks! This one turned me into a newt....but I got better eventually. XD
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Shit… forgot about the other four senses XD.
Well he can still run away!
"Quick, get atop this Onix and flee at fifty mph away!"
The ultimate conundrum for the blind sage.
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Too late. The Impidimp mafia already have your IP address and social security number. They'll find you eventually.
They don't have the size and stature to give you a pair of cement shoes, and send you to meet the Magikarp at the bottom of the lake, but they sure can go after your kneecaps! And they can one hundred percent will utterly sabotage your pokecrypto currency of choice just look at what happend to the Paldean guy who amassed all that Gimmghoul Coin Pokecrypto and got on their bad side. Kneecaps: Gone. Reputation: Nonexistent. Life: Shambles. Gimmighoul Coin itself? So worthless you could buy most of it for 1 Pokedollar. Hotel? Idk I don't think they have Trivago there, smh.
Silliness aside on my part, though, I look forwards to seeing how people get their starters and what the rest release for the professor to see! Jorm shall not be contained any longer! But also I posted twice this week already, so I'll give other people time to post before I just blatnatly go again. Very rare I get the energy, time, and inspiration to post that much in one week these days!
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Lucius
Chewing through the savory roasted potatoes still, the faint feeling of wanting to get more coming alongside the rest perhaps, Lucius almost didn't notice the changes in the room as the arrival of dessert came along. It was almost like stirring from a slumber of some kind, really, as the brown haired boy snapped back into reality slightly jarringly for his part as Arrish approached him and addressed him. Eyes went alert, though he moved to recompose himself as the man spoke. A gift? For him? Though the way he phrased as he called to some of the 'ladies' to serve it certainly made it sound a bit more, er, like-
With a flourish Arrish would reveal the dish himself, it was a deluxe banana split piled high with vanilla, chocolate and strawberry ice cream, drizzled with fudges, and caramels and sweet sticky sauces that Lucius could only dream of. Arrish gave a light bow towards the young man. "Thank you for being a knight in shining armor, and looking after lady Elora in her hour of need."
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Giant. Bananna. Split. The younger man's pupils wouild literally dilate to some extent at the sight. Thoughts went silent. Hands went to find his utensils, if they were even large enough to handle it, but slowly, carefully, Lucius would get a good bit of bananna with some ice cream and caramel on it before raising it to his mouth and taking the whole big bite into his mouth.
Sweet. Lightly chewy for the partially-chilled caramel that had mildly solidified just enough, but just right on the saltiness of it all the same. A touch of fudge with the right depth of chocolate flavor to differ from the chocolate ice cream, being itself not too sweet or too bitter while remaining a nice complement to the dish. Fresh, perfectly ripe tasting banannas, as if they'd been plucked from the harvest before putting them in the dish. Plus the ice cream has a rich creamy smoothness to it, certainly a full fat milk variety, with the strawberry kind having an nice freshness and the occasional crunch of a real strawberry seed in it to certify just what it was. Likewise the vanilla ice cream had a nice richness of vanilla flavor to it, like unto a nice vanilla bean wrought fresh into the ice cream itself during churning rather than simply using some generic store-shelf-grade stuff (not that he didn't like that in its own way, but still).
Quality products, all being combined into one masterful delivery of a dessert that danced upon his tongue in an utterly decadent, smooth, and well-balanced experience. A lovely coalescing of ingredients that formed a rather cohesive and bite-by-bite variance of flavors and toppings that delighted the taste buds and the soul alike. Or in other words, one truth alone stood out in his mind in the moment: It was genuinely, sincerely, honestly, and wholly so the very best and most extravagant bananna split he'd ever had in his entire life (thus far).
It was a time of bliss and euphoria, even as he got another bite on his spoon, conscientiously getting a variety in the next spoonful to differ from the first, and letting it melt away in his mouth and barely able to avoid speeding up (brain freezes were no joke) as he savored the bite all the same with all the joy of a small child. A small child who was living in better times, with a happier life, and he wasn't even that old yet. However, at near the tail end of the experience, as the last bit of fudge and a strawberry sauce and lingering fragment of vanilla ice cream began to make the trip back to go down to his stomach-
A flash of longer blue hair flickered in his mind, alongside a pair of predatory eyes that sought new prey, and that same walk that would be better suited to a fashion show than a military vessel.
It was familiar, and it was enough to send a phantom chill down the younger man's back that not even the coldest of ice cream would be able to match in that moment.
It was familiar, and it was enough to send a phantom chill down the younger man's back that not even the coldest of ice cream would be able to match in that moment.
The spoon fell from Lucius' hand onto his napkin nearby as he was swept up in a breif vision....or rather, warning of some kind it would seem. Even his Awareness tugged at him as he felt something approaching the room, and as his mind went to the figure from the vision he felt his instincts as a Master of Directions lock supernaturally onto the target. All signs matched to the same form, the same figure, the same hot mess he'd run into back in the cargo bay when he'd arrived to see what was coming. When that shuttle of drinks arrived, and the Corporal-....oh. Oh no.
His head snapped around like the crack of a whip, all just in time to see the visage of the vision and the Corporal in tow. While she did go after Arrish himself as her first laser-focused target, though, the Corporal simply stood behind and spoke to the rest of them.
"So, uh, that is my sister." He said to the others but not mentioning anything in particular. "Our guest." He announced. "Please...be nice." He answered through gritted teeth.
...His discomfort was palpable, as far as Lucius was concerned, and yet as much as the man didn't seem to like him he still felt a pang of instinctual empathy. Like he was trying to not play things up, despite their guest being a princess-....wait, so was Corporal Bugatti a Prince then? Huh. It made his comparison of the man to a politician make some good sense then. Though why'd she called him a chicken nugget back there? Hmm. That and other details of the prior event came to mind as he tried to think back on things, chasing away the happy childlike joy that had once been there not so long ago, though while he hadn't lingered more with the others to get more info it perhaps wasn't a situation where that'd have been a good idea. That mucch his mind and gut instinct shouted at him. So in that vein he still felt glad to have left to help move the drinks soon thereafter.
Yet as his eyes moved over to see how the others reacted, he noted in particular that Elora seemed to falter from her usual bright smile as the two entered and at least some of them gave greetings to the two newest arrivals. The loss of light in her eyes. Yet only to snap back, seemingly, as the Lilim of their team brought a cake over to her and-...why was the robot looking like a partly naked woman? Wait. Now enough off those in the room seemed to be staring in Elora's direction, with the girl who had the attention visibly gulping before asking about a cake server.
....Oh no indeed.
Lightly coughing, and with the breifest of glances back at his own towering dessert as if to almost hesitate, Lucius would lightly stand up and walk over to where Elora and Stella were. He'd have a little haste in his movements, despite attempting to put on proper formality, but luckily he and Elora were at least at the same table here.
"I can find a cake server if we need, though I'm not familiar with the kitchens here as of yet. Would you happen to know where one is?"
Lucius spoke to Elora, though turned his final question over to Stella in particular. Turn a little of the attention to him, perhaps, instead of the other girl. A reflexive reaction. Something he'd just done without a second thought in his mind about it, save for that momentary glance at the banana split. Though whether the Lilim went to get the server, or told him where to find one, it at least was....was...eh, er, he was figuring it out as he went along really, despite effectively putting on what amounted to a polite mask and such for what it was worth right now.
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When the man's right, he's right. xD
Having multiples of the same type never stopped Gym Leaders! ... Which seems like an odd strategy to test Trainers with...
"I'm going to test your abilities by having a single kind of pokémon that all - for the vast majority of the time - share a common weakness ta you're aware of ahead of time before challenging me!"
Some Kid: "Pfft, a Fire gym? All I need is some water, some ground, and I'm set!"
Also Said Kid: *misues things, gets outplayed despite having a type advantage, and somehow goofs it up because the Gym Leaders use skill and smarts in an RP compared to the games or something*
Some Kid, again: "Wow, r00d! They even said I can't use items! Hacks! Cheating! Railroading! My mom's gonna report them to the League, and then they'll side with ME and I'LL GET THE BADGE YOU DENIED ME!"
The Gym Leader, posessed momentarily by the angry ghosts of angry GMs and DnD DMs alike: *snaps fingers and erases the kid from existence, as Arceus intended*
I kinda figured you might have forgot, but I just had to make Victor make that assumption, hah.Aaaaaand then another boy barreled into their conversation with all the grace of a drunk Grookey.
... I can kinda picture Victor with a Grookey. XD
now, sure, he already has a grass-type, but
Dress Bud as a Grookey and try to have him try to get Bud to use Grookey moves. Bonus points if its in public and/or a contest, or if a hobo told him it would work because 'costumes let you have any Pokemon you want' or something along those lines.
Lina
Camphor's Lab Lobby | Morning
"I'm umm... b--" his quiet voice chokes on the one word out of many that reminds him of his horrible actions the most."blind... after all"
Lina's eyes silently went towards the incicated (extendable?) cane thh blind boy had motioned to. Blind. The boy was....and she had....well this was certainly an awkward moment for her. But all the same she silently sighed and put the water bottle up in any case. He had refused it, and she wasnt going to force this on him if he didn't want it. At least in this case. Otherwise it was just going to be a moment to wait until the sulky boy got back with a cup of tap water. Not that her bottle had anythign fancy in it, it was just a travel bottle after all. Yet with how the words came out, it was as if the guy feared his own blindness or something. Or loathed it. Loathed himself? Perhaps.
"All good, and the other guy should be bringing back water in a sec for you," she said, tone not changing despite the revalations, her eyes scanning over the boy gently to try to get more of a read of his mood moving forwards in their interaction all the same though, "Though in the meantime, I'm-"
‘You took this job, despite being unable to see?’ he asked… and then his face spread into a wide, happy smile. ‘Niiice. Surviving, despite the circumstances thrust upon you. Making the most of it. I respect it, my dude!’ He then caught himself and adjusted his voice.
‘Um. I am Victor Gallagher. Where are you from, and have you see- er, heard of anything cool happening around there lately?’
Then he might look aside and see Lina standing there, too. ‘Whoa! Oh, hey. Uh. You’re cool,’
Aaaaaand then another boy barreled into their conversation with all the grace of a druk Grookey. The shift in voice indicated he obviously was trying to put on an act of some kind, the way he tried to recompose himself there, after a more candid sort of blatant remark about the taller boy's condition followed with at least a tiny ounce of trying to be positive there. Was that last bit that was all that saved him from getting chopped in the head with all the force of a peturbed Lina.
‘Bud!’ Bud said.
She paused, before giving a small wave to the Budew (not the trainer) and a rather prompt light chop with her right hand in turn onto the forehead of the self-proclaimed 'Victor Gallagher' before he could leave. Albeit it was a light chop to the head, not meant to truly harm him or something. Did the boy have zero tact though? She was going to at least give him a small call out on that much, at least in her mind, before anything else.
"Randomly commenting on someone's disability is rude, even if you try to inject something positive. Please think before you speak next time, and be more observant of your surroundings!"
Her head had turned to direct the comments at Victor, along with the chop, she would let out a small sigh. Yet were he and Melissa both made from the same energetic cloth to some extent? Wait, no, he seemed to not have blood made from pure caffeine like the other did by now in her eyes. In fact, if she saw someone offer Melissa coffee, she'd need to chop them on the head as well. Would be like setting off a bomb in the building, or might make the poor girl literally explode for all she knew. Or they could unlock a nigh-infinite source of energy by getting her to run on a hamster wheel seeing something shiny, for all of the two seconds it might work before containment was breached.
It was then she saw the sulking boy return, finally, with a cup of water he seemed to move to hand to the blind boy. Though as he turned his head to speak to the rampant new arrival, it seemed the booy had thrust something on the sulky one? Like what? Actually, never mind for the moment being. Somehow it felt appropriate to the boy's energy and self-presentation, which seemed to go back and forth depending on the moment. Like one second he's all candid, and the next he's trying to look important-...well that made a bit of sense now actually. Hmm.
Lina's head turned back towards Ryuuichi in turn, then, before she continued speaking, her tone shifting again for Ryuuichi despite her more deadpan delivery of words to Victor:
"No pressure or rush, by the way, if you want to take your time. My name's Lina, and its good to meet you."
The boy's face is quite pale and clammy. His hair completely covers his eyes, yet the eyepatch is visible due to the hand currently rubbing the left side of his head. Glimpses of a dull, listless light blue eye can be seen in the occasional gap in his hair made by the jostling of his hair through the rubbing of the left side of his head. His hair looks very poorly done. Split ends, tangles, and all sorts of other things plague his messy blonde locks.
If anyone were to a look a bit more past his head and face its easy to see that his black jacket, despite how tall he seems, looks like its a couple sizes too big on his very lithe frame. The large collar of the jacket seems to look a bit large around his thin neck.
Even his hands only halfway come out of the sleeves. His clothes also look rather old and worn out at a closer glance. Its clear that either he doesn't believe in clothes shopping or comes from a place that can't really afford nicer clothes.
His breathing is still a bit on the lower, spaced out side as if he was fighting the urge to throw up right in the lobby.
...Yes, she'd best keep it simple and cordial, perhaps, maybe try to keep the boy's mind off of whatever he was feeling a bit if she could. Well, if allowed to. For the moment. Depending on whatever came next from Victor and everyone else around them for that matter. Blindness didn't keep one from being a trainer, anywho, and in that much she agreed with the seeming sentiments of Victor in her mind. Was good to see him getting out like this and doing something, though from the sounds of it something like this wasn't the easiest for him either.
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Lina
Camphor's Lab Lobby | Morning
Lina's head ever so slightly tilted back as she glanced back at the second person to join her talking to the raspy-sounding boy with the eyepatch. Though of all people, she hadn't expected, well, the grumpy sullen guy who seemed more apt to talk to his Rotom Phone or toss out a gripe about something thus far. It was blunt, but it was her honest thoughts all the same. Not that he hadn't started off just gesturing to the bathroom, or a potential location therein, but had stopped himself....peculiar. She'd have to note that for later, along with that admission of being 'bad at conversations'. Though with the crowd of people in here, it left a thought on the edge of her mind.
'Hmm...I hope this guy isn't going to get too overwhelmed with it all, given his current state. Better to keep the potential in mind though.'
Hmm. But for now they didn't need to drag things out and dawdle when the Professor's Assistant had just announced that she'd see if the Professor was ready to meet them. Though that was a cute Impidimp. Also noted. The Professor, or her assistant, had some sense of taste. Mischevious taste, given how the Galarian girl had been bopped in the head by one anyways, but it was taste by her metrics in some manner or another at least.
"Thank you, though I've also got a bottle with fresh water in it. Can see if he's ok with sipping from it until you're back, perhaps, unless he wants tap water."
A thing said by Lina in a rather matter-of-fact yet casual tone, but all the same not one with any sort of malice or begrudging to it. Even the rude people outside had only gone so far as attitude, rather than doing anything actually malicious than laughing and assuming things about people. Nepo babies tended to do that when they felt they had a pedestal under their feet, though at least they'd noticed the Caterpie after she'd mentioned it. So at least they weren't blind and the leader of the two had a somewhat leveler head on her shoulders despite how she'd seemed thus far. Good. That would be noted likewise about the two for them for now as well. However, she was digressing a fair bit for the moment there.
Reaching back without looking again with her lefft hand, Lina grabbed her travel water bottle, unclipped it from her backpack with deft fingers, and simply held it up for the lavender-haired boy and the eyepatch-wearing one to see. She then turned to the latter after opening the built-in straw on the thing with her left hand and gently offering it to the eyepatch boy. Not shoving it in his face, but trying to let him see what she had at the very least. She had, however, memorized where to put things on her backpack in preparation for things at least. Good to know for the road. Needed to keep track of and know what you had with you when traveling.
"Hey. Got some fresh, cool water here in this bottle. You can sip on it for now until someone gets back with a cup of water if you want to, but no rush. We can even try to get away from the crowd, if you need some breathing room."
Her tone again shifted back into a softer, trying to be more soothing and not overly loud sort as she spoke again to the taller boy. Even so, her eyes briefly ran over his face, trying to get a better bead on what sort of state he was in and keep an eye out for sudden changes. If she needed, she'd adapt from there. Not a fun time to be hurting, though, when waiting to meet one's new boss. THough was he one of the applicants to the job, as she'd just assumed here initially? Or was he someone who was already here and worked as staff? Hmm. No offense to him, but he didn't seem as put together as the Professor's Assistant, or 'Freida', was. Ah. Questions like that could be answered later at least, yes.
Meanwhile, the Pokeball on Lina's Pokeball carrying/attachment points on the right side of her belt slightly wiggled slightly for a moment before going calmly still once more, perhaps as a result of a mild touch of worry perhaps on the mind of the Pokemon within? Only time would tell.
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