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Post by Freyja Sigfried on Aug 13, 2015 12:02:02 GMT
[attr="class","abar"] Freyja shuffled across the road, legs kicking up dust as she skipped the familiar, sauntering steps that had become her regular stride over time. With her red scarf dangling messily from her throat, and Tango clinging helplessly to the red fabric as his trainer walked. The cyndaquil blended right in to the scarf, and Freyja was accustomed to the extra weight. She was not, of course, used to the strange sensation of something waking around at her heels, and it was strange watching the Aaron follow by her. The pokemon was something she had traded from a man who did not quite seem to know what to do, and the ranger association had offered her money to take the young steel type off his hands. It was a win win, and Freyja was happy with her new additional partner.
She walked across the route steadily, but with no real interest in her surroundings. Instead she seemed to be focused hard on something (as she'd hate to admit, she was probably trying to recall dance steps), and thought not of the visual route but instead of the comforting feeling (the aaron and the cyndaquil) as a way to make sure she wasn't going somewhere wrong. Tango, after all, did seem to have more directional sense than the raven haired ranger.
It was when the Aaron's presence seemed to suddenly disappear from her feet that she became worried, and with knitted eyebrows, she turned back to find him sniffing at some other trainer's feet, quiet curiosity turning into morbid fascination as it stared up her legs and into her eyes, unblinking with its steely stare.
Freyja walked over, calling the Aaron out. "C'mon, if you wanna oogle at women I'll take you to a club later." She smiled, still not caring to look at the stranger. "First let's get to Petalburg, alright?"
Post by Maya Maualuga on Aug 13, 2015 12:16:42 GMT
[googlefont="Noto Serif"]
my mind is an ocean
It was odd and sort of exciting, being back on the road again so soon. Maya and Bartleby had only spent the night in Oldale, while their two new companions recuperated unhurriedly at the local Pokemon Centre. They'd set off at the crack of dawn, Maya all but bouncing up and down like a beach ball at the exciting prospect of what adventures the new day might bring.
"I wonder if anyone else'll try approaching us today," she enthused as she strolled down the pathway of Route 102, with Bartleby once again riding in her backpack. "Hey, maybe we'll even get a chance to bring out River and Inigo, see what they can do. Bonding time!" Maya clapped happily at the idea. Bartleby was visibly more reserved, but said nothing. The Ralts at least had the grace not to share his disappointment that he couldn't keep his human friend all to himself anymore.
She'd even named them already. Change seemed to happening at a much faster pace than Bartleby was comfortable with these days. But he himself was changing too. No denying that. Two short battles, the first real ones of his life after a decade as Maya's companion and closest friend, and he already felt... stronger, more confident. Braver. He could never have imagined himself winning a battle before, even against a Barboach and a Zubat barely out of their eggs. If he could weather that, he could weather this too.
Her partner's introspection was lost on Maya, however - especially when she was presented with a fresh distraction. She realized that something was bumping at her feet, and looked down into the tiny armor-plated face of an Aron. She let out a squeal of delight.
"Ohmigosh! Hello!" She squatted down to pet the little Steel-type, but quickly realized that she and Bartleby weren't alone with the little creature. Maya looked up again, spotted a person who was no doubt the Aron's trainer, and flashed her a sunny smile. "He's so cute! Is he yours?"
Post by Freyja Sigfried on Aug 13, 2015 15:12:56 GMT
[attr="class","abar"] Freyja was immediately unsure of how to act- people didn't really compliment her cyndaquil as being cute, espcecially with how spiked his persona could be, and his bad habit of leering. Aaron, however, proved gentle hearted and curious, and was complimented with a sudden start by an unfamiliar face. Compliments were tricky.
"Ehh?' First reactions always went numb, and then usually she could think of something to cover up, although it wasn't uncommon for her not to be able to. "Yeah, he's a new partner." The aaron looked at Freyja, and gave three quick nods, enthused by her acknowledgement as her partner. The raven haired ranger gave a sheepish smile to the girl, not sure how to continue. But she did want to have a conversation, though. It had been ages since her last one, and this girl seemed...interesting, for lack of better word.
"I've been thinking about what to name him, kinda," she said, the words obviously struggling to form in her mouth. Speaking was difficult, but she could try. It tired her though, somewhat. But the girl smiled at her, and smiles caught worse than colds, and Freyja ended up smiling back, lips twitching at the unfamiliar gesture.
"Waltz. But he looks like Jive or a Bolero, too." The words tumbled out of her mouth, and she wasn't exactly supposed to say them outloud, but her mind was caught in the frenzy of conversation. She just hoped the girl didn't catch on to her theme there.
Post by Maya Maualuga on Aug 13, 2015 16:02:30 GMT
[googlefont="Noto Serif"]
my mind is an ocean
"Whaaat! All those names sound awesome!" Maya exclaimed. Once again, she'd gone totally starry-eyed in the presence of a new Pokemon, though it was plain to see that she was particularly taken with Freyja's shell-headed companion. The raven-haired girl seemed somewhat reticent to start with, but Maya never let that impede her when she thought she'd found a new friend. Taking Freyja's shy smile as approval, she gently reached under the Aron's chin to tickle it. "Is he a dancer? Are you a tiny dancer, Waltz-slash-Jive-slash-Bolero? He looks just about ready to sweep me off my feet."
Feeling a touch guilty that she was lavishing all this attention on the Aron while barely having acknowledged his trainer, she glanced back up at Freyja. As loud and boisterous as she might have come across, Maya wasn't totally oblivious. She hadn't failed to spot that the Aron's trainer seemed to be having a little bit of trouble verbalizing, whether it was social anxiety or something else. Having struggled with speaking herself during her early life, due to her hearing disability, Maya could sympathize to an extent. Of course, her own loquaciousness had just been lying dormant, waiting to be unlocked. Even when all she'd had was sign language, her hands had worked at lightning speed, and Bartleby could testify as to the speed her thoughts could reach.
"You must travelling to Oldale too, right? It's so nice to meet somebody else on the road." Maya blinked, focusing on a movement she'd spotted around Freyja's shoulder. "And, hey, isn't that a Cyndaquil on your shoulder? Hi, little fella!" She waved energetically, and gave her backpack a nudge. "Hey, Bartleby, come on out and say hello."
Hello, Bartleby pulsed cautiously in the direction of the Aron. He poked his head out of Maya's backpack just far enough that he could get a look at Freyja, and be seen in turn. She seemed a tad strange, but the vibe he was getting off her was emphatically not the same as what he'd gotten off that awful woman in Littleroot who'd wanted to snatch him. Things seemed safe enough, for now. He relaxed a little.
Maya briskly stood up, beaming at Freyja. "My name's Maya. Me and Bartleby've been together for a long long time, but we're super new to the whole trainer gig." She patted the pair of Pokeballs that were strapped to her belt. "We've only just started adding to our numbers, too. Come on out and say hi, guys!" With an understated flourish, Maya released the catch on the Pokeballs, causing a Barboach and Zubat to materialize on the path.
For a moment they simply hung in mid-air. River hovered in place, for all the world as if she were swimming placidly through water, while Inigo flapped his wings idly to remain airbourne. Then the Zubat uttered a peckish shriek, and attempted to Leech Life the Barboach. Chaos erupted.
"Inigo! Stop! Bad boy!" Maya cried, wading in to separate them. "No nomming your sister!"
Post by Freyja Sigfried on Aug 14, 2015 12:33:12 GMT
[attr="class","abar"] The raven haired ranger was suddenly assualted by a bolt of enthusiasm and energy, to the point where she could practically feel the girl's shrieks jabbing away at the pitiful defenses offering by her hair and then entering her eardrums, where the words seemed to bounce and resonate, and Freyja wasn't sure what was being said. It wasn't like she wasn't used to conversation- she just never had...this much of it. The eighteen year old cadet could feel her legs take two cautious steps back, just as wary as the ralts that presented itself from the bag.
"No, ah.." Freyja didn't really want to tell the girl that she herself was a dancer, because that was a little too close to her heart. "I really don't know what to name him," she finally admitted, giving the Aaron a re assuring smile. Although the pokemon hardly seemed to need it. It was murmuring in glee, and Freyja was once again reminded that she was probably the more socially incompetent of the two.
She sighed, her hands finding the scarf and grabbing at it. The girl turned her attention to Freyja again, and the girl nodded quickly- her responsiveness in such a curt manner a result from the harsh training at the ranger academy. "Yes, sir," she said, a snappy response, but obviously not something she should have said at the time. "I mean, ah...I'm Freyja. Or Frey or Fae. Just got out of the ranger academy. So..." Yeah, right. Like that was supposed to explain why she was a walking disaster.
Freyja's eyes cautiously met the ralts- a phsychic type. She didn't feel too right about those, maybe because they were unfamiliar. Hello, she thought back, a little haphazardly and without much focus, wondering if the ralts could hear her. If it could, there was no doubt she'd be a little afraid at the implications. Can you hear me?
She then zoned back into the conversation (it was difficult to handle thinking about one thing and listening to another) just as Maya explained that she was new to this trainer gig. "Me too." She used her chin to gesture to the cyndaquil that adorned her shoulders. "Tango was my partner from the first week." She didn't see far enough to tell Maya that she meant first week of training, and when she did realize, she was too perplexed with the sudden onslaught of new faces and pokemon.
Freyja took a step back, unsure, watching with interest as a Zubat and a barbroach appeared. And then the Zubat used leechlife, out of nowhere. Her ranger instinct took over, the lessons she learnt all too early into the game.
"Bolero, keep the zubat down!" Her assertiveness presented itself, as the Aaron attempted a light tackle on the flying foe in order to keep it away from the water type. Freyja's instinctive response to the situation was just as quick at Maya telling her own Zubat off, and the two had different appraoches. Using her hands to call Bolero off, she shot Maya an apologetic look.
"Sorry- reactions just came a little too fast." She then gave a burst of awkward laughter. "I think I'm going with Bolero after all."
Post by Maya Maualuga on Aug 14, 2015 19:53:57 GMT
[googlefont="Noto Serif"]
my mind is an ocean
The thread of the conversation inevitably got lost in the scuffle. Before long it seemed as if everyone was involved. Maya was right in the centre of things, naturally, trying to yank Inigo off of River while struggling to stop River from smashing Inigo's head with her tail, and earning her fair share of scratches in the process. But the two freshly caught Pokemon were still unused to taking instructions, and it showed. River was always on the lookout for a scrap and the chance to splatter someone with mud, and was having the time of her life thrashing around, especially since Inigo's Leech Life barely registered as an unpleasant sting. Inigo himself could only think with his stomach.
Bartleby could have told them the two trainers all this and more, but he was too busy clinging to Maya's shoulder for dear life. It all came to a head when the newly christened Bolero attempted to tackle Inigo, and wound up knocking them all to the ground. Momentarily winded, the Zubat detached himself from the Barboach and flitted off, only to dart back again, fangs bared hungrily. But all it took was a single warning pulse from Bartleby to make him quail and falter, the memory of his defeat at the Ralts' hands still awfully fresh. River, however, was eager to continue the fight, and immediately began to swim after the Zubat.
There were two bursts of red light, in rapid succession. The Barboach and Zubat vanished from sight, leaving only Bartleby and Maya, who was holding one Pokeball in each hand, panting with exhertion. "I'm really, really sorry," she said hoarsely, her expression shattered. Checking first that Bartleby was okay, Maya picked herself up off the floor. "I didn't realize that would happen. I guess I gotta spend more time with them before I can presume to instruct them. It's just been me and Bartleby for so long, I just plain didn't think this might happen the first time I let them both out."
She looked apologetically up at Freyja. "You didn't do anything wrong, you were just trying to help. But I guess this is the kind of thing you learn about at ranger academy." Maya tried a smile. "I must look like such an amateur to you. For what it's worth, I think Bolero's a great name. And you called the Cyndaquil Tango? I love that. I wish I had a naming theme. I just seem to pick whatever feels right at the time."
The exchange had become quite a bit more subdued. Maya was talking as fast as ever, but it should be plain to see that she was at least partly doing it to cover up how embarrassed she felt. What sort of impression must she have made on this person, after an episode like that? Maya already had it firmly set in her mind that Freyja was a pretty incredible individual. The dance names, the adorable Pokemon, the whole ranger deal, the quick intervention -- she was just made of awesome, nevermind that in practical terms she was almost as much of a rookie as Maya.
The brief lull allowed Bartleby to pulse a response back at Freyja. I can. And then: I'm sorry. I won't continue if you don't want me to. Bartleby hadn't seen the need to communicate overmuch like this with humans that weren't Maya, and he wasn't as used to the thought patterns and emotional makeup of others. Still, it would take a poorer psychic than Bartleby not to pick up on Freyja's discomfort at being addressed this way, and the Ralts wanted to make sure he didn't cross any boundaries.