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Post by kristmar mortensen on May 18, 2015 19:27:20 GMT
The drowsy atmosphere that lingered over this tranquil village was almost palpable; Kristmar could feel it weigh down sleepily on his well-rested bones, making the thought of an early afternoon catnap a very tempting one nevertheless. Littleroot, as its name inspired, was definitely one of the smallest communities he'd ever visited and surely if it weren't for Professor Birch's laboratory being here this place wouldn't even be on the map. Only a handful of houses could be found here although there was a steady trickle of movement around the lab; young trainers, much like Kristmar himself, who were visiting Birch for their free pokémon. Generous guy, so the professor seemed, it wasn't everyday someone gave something away for nothing.
Kris, from the sidelines where he sat resting against the trunk of a tree, watched as the latest trainer - a bright eyed youth clutching a shiny pokéball - emerged from the laboratory while waving back inside. Gott, he looked like such a novice with that grin that stretched from ear to ear. Kris vaguely hoped he hadn't looked like that when he'd gotten his free pokéball. But... then again, getting a dragon type was pretty fucking sweet.
Even if said dragon type was seemingly... immune to the serene ambience that washed over the hamlet.
His gible - a male he'd nicknamed Deimos - hadn't stopped since he'd been let out of his ball. And when Kris said he hadn't stopped, he really hadn't fucking stopped. The small shark had boundless energy and endless curiosity, leading his new trainer to wonder how long he'd been cooped up in his pokéball for. It'd only been yesterday when they'd gotten acquainted but, already, Kris had had to tie his hair back in a ponytail to disassuade this toothy whirlwind that apparently liked nothing better than to put everything in his mouth. Everything. Even the toes of his casual canvas shoes bore the imprints of the sharp nubs of its growing teeth.
"Deimos, stop it..." Kristmar drawled in a bored tone, being this now the dozenth time he'd repeated himself. Up ahead, the small shark was snapping its jaw at a taillow perched on a tree branch. The fact that the bird was a good four or five feet up high didn't deter the young dragon though, who simply hopped up and down with more earnest on his stumpy legs. Lazily, Kris watched, waiting for him to get tired, blinking his vivid carmine eyes sluggishly.
Eventually the bird flew off after preening its wings, oblivious or simply not bothered by the gible, and the clacking of Deimos' jaw ceased.
"Gib-gib-gib-gib--" He chanted quietly in time with each of his tiny steps, wandering out of his trainer's immediate vision while hunting for something else of interest. "--gib-gib-gib-gib!"
Was it going to be like this, Kris wondered, all the time? Or just until Deimos spent all the energy he'd gathered whilst being trapped in his pokéball without exercise or fresh air. There was nothing wrong with the little guy being energetic and playful but, on taking the free pokémon, Kris hadn't expected to be turned into a baby-pokésitter of sorts.
"Deii-iimos," Kris sighed, sinking down further against the tree so his chin nested in his pale grey hoodie. "Don't go too far. Don't make me come fetch you. Again."
Post by Zephyr Wallace on May 19, 2015 3:22:47 GMT
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Notes;; ai just wanna bully word count;; what is words
Little root's vibe, calm and left him with a sense of nostalgia for home. Despite being a hot spot for trainers to receive their starters, it manage to keep the rural and quiet town feel; Professor Birch, the kind yet gullible man, handing out pokemon left and right with a big, carefree grin was the bringer of any attention the place got.
Despite its been a few days since he gotten his starter- well, new starter, he hung around; to train, he told himself but watching the Aipom as he climbed higher and higher into the tree canopy, squealing out an enthusiastic "Pommmm" as he swung and jump from branch to branch. Ai was enthusiastic and playful, almost head-ache causing level of it; sweet, maybe but the pokemon was far from his well oiled machine of a team.
In his arms, cradled an egg in its container- the second gift the generous bearded man was giving away. What it was, Zephyr already forgotten but... with soft expression, his eyes straying from the path he walk every now and again to just look at his luck. He hasn't held an egg since his days from when his parents ran the daycare. And getting one, free of charge, it felt nice. Probably a grass type. He mused to himself, looking at the green shell of the egg; he never had a grass type on his team, most time the typing was a bane to his usually water-oriented team but a restart was a fresh start, no?
Adjusting his shoulder strap, he glanced up again to keep in check where his impish Aipom was...
Or wasn't?
"Unbelievable." He whispered, his eyes darting back and forth, scanning the trees above for his pokemon gone astray. "Can you not?" He said, louder, frustration was clear.
This disappearing act of Ai, a common thing over the short time span he gotten the monkey; curiosity and appetite to rival a munchlax, it was often food he was after. Other times to pick a fight on smaller pokemon.
"Ai? As your trainer, I very much appreciate you appear in front me." A small pause, before heaving a sigh. "Snack time is totally going to be revoke at this rate. Permanently."
Ai snickered, not too far as he spied Zephyr from behind a trunk of a tree. The threats, he came to learn, were always half-hearted and never came through. He tried to be a big and tough trainer... not really effective at it. Hanging from his branch, he sniffed the air. Snacks. While his trainer gave his alright food, there's something ambrosial smell that perked his interest right this moment- and who was he not to investigate?
"Ai, I need to get to the next town before night fall. Or at least cover some distance."
In one large ear and out the other.
She snickered again, brushing off the annoyance in his owner's voice. He won't be gone for too long. Spying a yellow haired human and... tilting his head, he peered at the hyperactive pokemon running around. Very tiny pokemon. Ohhhh. Fun.
Dropping from the tree he was perched in, crawling into the bushes. They rustled and shook, much to his dismay but this particular aipom wasn't much of a natural at this whole sneaking up business. Peering from the bushes, when he neared close enough, he heard Zephyr's voice grow closer.
"Ai..."
Well climbing was getting boring. It was time for fun. When the gible neared, Ai booped the face of the dragon type while giving a cackle. He went in again, his tail nearing the pokemon's face to give him a little nudge to the tiny pokemon.
Post by kristmar mortensen on May 19, 2015 4:39:24 GMT
Judging by the sound of the gible's footsteps, he hadn't gone very far. Kris could still hear him rustling about in the grass although he'd quietened down considerably. He idly assumed that the meddlesome creature must've found something that'd caught his attention, perhaps a small bug of some sort. As long as it kept him occupied for a while, Kris was perfectly fine with that.
Comfortably slouched against the tree, the willowy blonde carefully lifted his satchel onto his lap, settling it in the dip between his thighs. Deimos hadn't been the only thing he'd gotten from the professor and, thankfully, this gift was much quieter and easier to handle. With gentle fingers, he unfastened the satchel's flap and pulled it back, exposing the coloured and smooth surface of an egg. It was covered in gentle grooves and ridges and, surprisingly, it was slightly warm to the touch. There were even times when Kris could sense the growing creature's presence within the egg, being it a psychic type, when it unconsciously tried reaching out beyond the confines of its shell.
It still had some time to go yet, Kris noted with a slanted smile, running the palm of his hand over the egg.
Kristmar hadn't been too far off the mark when he'd assumed that Deimos had found something or, rather, something had found him.
Nosing in the bushes for... honestly nothing in particular except to sate his own curiosity, something touched him. Something actually reached out and bopped him right in the face!
Surprised, Deimos jumped on his two hind legs and gave a short yip. Weaving his head side to side, the small creature made a series of chuffing noises and inquisitive chitters of his namesake, and he tentatively approached the bush again. And then this time he saw it. It vaguely resembled a human hand except much more bloated and clumsy looking than his trainer's nicer hands which would smack him if he so dared to try biting them. Deimos watched the so-called fingers loom closer, his wide mouth opening more in turn, and his alert pupils were fixed on the limb.
He waited. He let it get closer.
And then the gible leaned forward and gave the last falange on its index and forefinger a sharp nip. A gnible.
Post by Zephyr Wallace on May 19, 2015 5:26:04 GMT
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Notes;; ai just wanna bully word count;; what is words
Ah. Dragons- how regal, how majestic.
Nah.
A total lie. Ai's wide grin was turned into a sneer, staring at the toddling Gible, with his tiny legs and arms- poor thing. How could it climb and such with such short limbs? Sounding as bright as he look, the aipom had a slight haughty air to him. Teasing always was a delight to do and this pokemon was a perfect candidate. Even if he came over to this area for a complete different reason, focus was for the weak!
"Ai, Aipom." He taunted, pleased by the fact he momentarily surprised the stubby armed pokemon. Flickers his tail, he was curious... if he pushed over something with such non-versatile appendages, so unlike his tail, would they get up as fast? Struggle like a turtwig?
Probably would ev--
"AIPOM."
The bite surprised him more than it should've. Leaping up, tugging his tail away from the death jaw of the dragon pokemon- his tail. Behind him, he can hear the crunching and breaking of twigs- probably Ze rushing to his side now that his cover is blown.
Glaring at the dragon fiercely the playfulness evaporated, the monkey pokemon didn't both leaving the bush as he reached out his hand and swiped the shark across his dopey face.
"AI! What are you doing?" Well that was quicker than the other few times. In his haste, the grunt's feet stumbled over the tree root. Slightly flustered, his arm cradling the egg more protective as his heart raced at what almost was a nasty egg spill.
Given it was a warm day and the roads been mostly clear, took this chance to wear less; his beyond shorts secured by his belt that held his pokeballs and his shirt tied around his hips, letting his body soak in the Hoenn sun. His curly hair pulled back in a mess bun, his bangs barely qualified as being such- Ze was not in his "hello nice to meet you" dress.
More of the unprofessional grunt he really was for once. Embarrassed to really glance the other person- probably this gible's owner in the eyes, he shifted the egg in his arms, one cradling while the other reached to grab the monkey pokemon by the scruff of his neck before he could cause more damage. Aipom squirmed in his grasp, swinging his arms slightly, as if to say "Let me at the runt."
"S-stop, stop it!" Zephyr's eyebrow furrowed, to hone a serious look when in actuality he was panicking. How do you calm a fighty pokemon like this? "Ai, you're going to hurt i- stop wiggling, damn it."
Post by kristmar mortensen on May 19, 2015 13:25:19 GMT
Of fucking course things couldn't stay peaceful for very long. A pokemon's shriek, too high-pitched to belong to his gible, jarred him and Kris gritted his teeth instinctively. The first conclusion that he'd jumped to was that, yes, no wonder Deimos had been quiet, he'd found something a bit larger than a bug. What was this creature's deal and sticking his snout everywhere? But, no sooner had Kris assumed that, another startled cry pierced the air and... yeah... that one belonged to Deimos.
Quickly and carefully, Kris tucked the greyish-green egg back into his satchel and went to go put an end to whatever shenanigans the gible was getting up to this time but, so it turned out, he didn't need to.
Mere seconds after Deimos' pained squawk, the small creature was charging over, fleeing from the monkey in the bush which had attacked him. The dragon's mouth was open, panting in alarm, and crying out gently for his trainer. Kris didn't even manage to get up to his feet before the gible pushed his stinging nose into the male's side, burying it into the fabric of his jacket.
"Deimos, what did y'piss off now?" The blonde asked, releasing an exasperated sigh as he coaxed the gible from his side so he could get a look. Sure enough, there were marks from the assailant's claws where it'd gotten a good swipe right across his face. Kris tutted softly, his eyes roaming over the superficial injury and meeting the dragon's widened startled gaze. "Haven't I told you to lis--"
Hearing another person approach, the long-haired man trailed off and craned his head around the trunk of the tree. It was a male's voice and, by the sound of it, was the... owner of whatever had attacked gible. Kris' lips pursed into a prim line as he glanced down to the scratches that now decorated his pokémon's face. Hitching the strap of his satchel over his shoulder, he got up to his feet and pulled himself up to his full slender height.
It seemed like Kris wasn't the only one whose pokémon had, ah, obedience problems. At least Deimos wasn't purposely aggressive though.
"Is that runt yours?" Kris scoffed, watching the newcomer who struggled to contain his purple monkey. "Have you seen what it's done to my gible's face?" Deimos, hearing himself be mentioned, slunk behind his trainer's legs with a throaty purring noise, his eyes set on the other man - a shaggy-haired brunette with a bun - and his flighty aipom.
Post by Zephyr Wallace on May 20, 2015 2:58:51 GMT
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Notes;; I AM GAME FOR THE SPREE word count;; what is words
It would've been amusing how frustrated his aipom was with being restrained, his tail curling around his upper arm as the pokemon's arms tried to pry away his hand grasping him. But balancing a fragile egg and holding back an angry monkey.
But...
He quirked an eyebrow, lifting his eyes to look at the guy who called his Ai a runt. Hmph. While... a part of him sympathize with the poor gible who cowered behind his trainer, victim to the surprise retaliation. But like a mother to a misbehaving child, Zephyr felt just as defensive. "I'd appreciate if you don't call him that." He said coolly, the corner of his lips curved down. "Ai can be a bit... whatever but he doesn't pick fights without reason. Your pokemon might've provoked him to do self-defense, y'know?"
Eyeing the gible with interested gaze- and his expression soften seeing it peer back at him. "That's quite the find, by the way. I never really seen a gible before- and... I'm guessing its not that experience?" Ai, calming down slightly, finally stopped with his thrashing; the monkey gave a huff, crossing his arms as he looked away in contempt. Lifting the monkey to his shoulder, him instantly perching his spot as Ai continued to pout from his elevated place, Ze slid off his bag. "I mean, if he was, he'd probably wouldn't be upset over a simple scratch from a normal type and ran from him." Just saying.
Placing the egg into the bag and zipping it shut, Ze shrug the pack back on. "And... well, I suppose running into someone here wasn't that unheard of." His smile didn't quite reached to his eyes but it was friendly enough; he took a step out of the brushes- though far from graceful, stumbling again as something snagged onto his pants leg.
Flushing, he rubbed bare arms awkwardly as he chuckled. "Though I think that's kinda obvious." Man. Before the cool breeze felt nice but it only was there to remind him... even if its hot, wearing shirts in front of strangers was essential. He didn't even have his insignia on him- though he suppose getting recognize, not a nice thing.
Actually... he studied the other's face, a strange sense of... familiarity. Mostly in the eyes- they were a striking color of red, but he could quite put a finger where he seen them before. "Um... I'm sorry if this forward... but..." His brows furrowed, giving the blond a once over as he cross his arms, "Could I ask for your name?"
Post by kristmar mortensen on May 20, 2015 18:19:55 GMT
The chances that it had actually been his gible who had instigated this were sadly very, very likely but this was something, of course, that Kristmar had no plans of admitting to. His gible - even if he had started this - wouldn't have purposely done anything with malicious intent. He was just a curious baby, is all, who liked to stick his snout in places that perhaps he shouldn't but... it was all part of his learning process! He didn't have to get viciously attacked for it, right?
Hmph. Kris looked down at the gible cowered by his legs who, on seeing the aipom calm down, appeared to visibly relax a little. The small dragon began to nervously chew the hem of his trainer's jeans regardless though, looking up to meet the man's blood-coloured gaze with an innocent shine.
"No, he's not that experienced." He told the monkey's owner bluntly. "Any pokémon would be upset though if they were attacked without provocation though."
He watched the other male as he shimmied his way through the line of bushes that'd been separating them, noting immediately that he was, y'know, shirtless. Awkward. Kris' eyes flickered a little, narrowing to a slight squint, as he determinedly kept his gaze trained on the man's face. It only took a mere second though for the blonde to notice that... that he knew this person. Or, well, he recognized him, at least. Realization whacked him across the head like a heavy mallet and he blinked rapidly in quick succession.
An uncomfortable feeling, residual embarrassment, bloomed in his chest, tightening it, and he felt his face warm slightly. Ohhhh yeah. Fuck.
Fuck.
The first trainers he'd battled while being in Magma always stuck with him as errant thoughts that'd occasionally crop up to haunt him. Those kind of thoughts which you pretended never happened due to the lasting shame they still caused as he... hadn't been the best trainer when he'd first started, having being given pokémon that were far too strong for him to adequately handle. Kris swallowed and jerked his chin upwards at the man he remembered from the low ranks of Aqua. He wanted to bark at him, demand what he was doing here, get defensive and prickly, pick up his gible close and protectively but... maybe he was in luck. The man was... only asking for his name. Maybe he didn't remember him without his magma hoodie which had once concealed his hair.
"Kris," he curtly answered. "What do you want? A battle? Is that why you're here? Or are you going to heal my gible's face?"
Post by Zephyr Wallace on May 21, 2015 15:13:29 GMT
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Notes;; omfg what happen to my muse word count;; what is words
"I'm Ze. Nice to meet you, I guess?" Well I'm not sure if its nice yet.
The name was unfamiliar but the feeling didn't go away. Nah, he only grew with suspicion. The tensed vibe, between Ai's insistence to glare at the trainer and gible as the fist at the end of his tail curled up, and Kris's... well obviously the other wasn't happy with him to start it off, this couldn't be the first time they met.
What can he do- a part of him was tempted to ask "Hey by any chance you are/were in Team Aqua?" but that's just rude. And you can't just ask someone that.
This internal struggle with finding out whoever this guy, sure, it was bugging the grunt but he had time to think later; lest he wanted to say something to dig deeper in this prickly blond's side, keeping his head on this conversation would really help rather than letting his true social inept-ness shine true.
"Um..." He gave a small shrug, snapping his fingers and motioning the pokemon to hop down. Battling the other- well, he didn't really care either way but..
Ai turned his back to Kris, shaking his tail and bum at the trainer before turning around to stick out his tongue. It earned a small smile from Ze- he tried to hide it but it was better than actually laughing? "I'm not looking for a fight... but I wouldn't protest to a friendly match?"
Ai gave an affirmative "Pom." as his tail balled into a fist again and he raised both his hands. Shaking his head, he gave a now apologetic smile. "I mean, its not everyday I get a chance to see a gible in action- where did you catch it?"
Post by kristmar mortensen on May 22, 2015 8:59:09 GMT
Unlike the male's face, the name offered - Ze - didn't ring any bells at all; it didn't even sound remotely familiar. It wasn't too surprising though because Kris rarely ever inquired into the names of the Aqua grunts that'd beaten him when he was affiliated with their rivalling faction. Of course, it could always be a false name but, by the looks of it, this not-so-unfamiliar stranger didn't appear to recognize him. Good. Kris hoped it stayed that way.
They could battle and the man could continue with... whatever a shirtless man did romping about in the thin forest that bordered Littleroot. Kris didn't think he even wanted to know.
The blonde's eyebrows get a slight twitch in mild irritation at the aipom's blatant taunting but he kept his increasingly darkening face on its owner instead. Gible, however, fell victim to the monkey's wagging of its tail and yipped a small 'Gib! Gib!' from where he continued hiding. The dragon crept out a little and bounced from leg to leg, tentatively venturing closer towards the pokémon trying to entice him into a fight. Deimos kicked up some gritty dirt as he got more confident, aiming to get it into the aipom's eyes.
"Alright, friendly match it is. But, just so you know," Kris drawled, his nose wrinkling slightly, "this isn't exactly going to be an even match. You've already injured my gible." What he wanted to do, was demand a little more that this Ze person healed him before they began but he decided against it. Kris wanted this over and done with as soon as possible before he gave the brunette a chance to remember him and make him relive in detail the embarrassment that he'd experienced that day.
"Deimos was a gift." The slim male answered, tucking a flick of champagne hair with a slight swell of smugness, knowing that his gible wasn't exactly a common creature to encounter, certainly not around these parts. A faint smirk curved his lips and he directed himself to the gible in question, his hand snapping out to point at the rude aipom. "Deimos... tackle that monkey and get him back for that horrible and unfair scratch!"
The order was received with a bark and Deimos went charging off to barrel into the purple creature with a full-bodied tackle attack.
Post by Zephyr Wallace on May 22, 2015 14:54:20 GMT
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Notes;; *cries* I hope this is alright word count;; what is words
Ai gave an squeak of surprised, his hands flying up to his eyes as he bowed his head and rubbed his eyes. Well alright then; he thought with Kris's trying but not succeeding 'Go away'-ness, his acceptance to the idea of letting the two pokemon battle would've been denied. But then again, Gible seemed he wanted the same as Ai.
The monkey made a small scoff, his balled up fist of his tail pounding the ground because sneaky move. To be fair, he was able to land a few of his own. He posed to get ready for retaliation but--
"Ai don't. Play fair- you're going to let them have try to attack first. Paws to your side." He warned, making the pokemon paused and look back at him in question. Then making a huff, he crossed his arms and looked away."Might as well. I didn't order him attack before, that's out of self-defense and my pokemon's easily bruised pride." Undoing the bun tied, he combed his fingers through his wavy locks as he spoke with a matter-fact tone. "Beside, there's battles won't start you want, y'know."
And its best not to learn the hard way. The bitter thought wiggled its way in, but it can't be helped. Ai never did remind him of his previous team, the monkey was too out of control compared to them (but then again he might be whining since he's starting from scratch) and brought struggles he wasn't really familiar with. But he didn't really resent him either.
He smiled softly, pulling his hair back again, now without his bangs obstructing his vision. There's a glint to his green eyes, "I'll tell you what-" the aqua grunt started playfully, gesturing to the blond with an open palm and wider smile, "If, well, more like when I beat you, I'll let you demand for another rematch if we ever cross paths again."
Sigh. Well Ze did say something about letting them move first- but he expected the aipom to dodge, being more nimble than the puppy-like gible and watched as Ai get bulldozed over.
Then again the Gible moved faster than both them expected; trying to cushion his fall with the back of his tail, the monkey's head landed on the bulbous hand, he squawked and waved his arms.
"Ai, do a little pay-back with the dirt." And thankfully the pokemon listened. Ai, his brow furrowed in his rage towards the dragon-type, dug his hand into the ground and toss some dirt at the gible. The sting of the Gible's attack previous was still irritating his eyes and being knocked to the ground, the throw wasn't as precise as the pokemon wanted.
Bouncing back to his feet, using the push from his tail, Ai gave a small cry as he dashed forward with his palm raised to deliver another scratch. "Uh... well, alright, scratch 'im good then." Well it looks like the pokemon still aiming to do his own thing.
"Whoever given you this gible as a gift... well count yourself lucky then." He chuckled,"At least its a little bit better behave. My aipom isn't my own- he was given away to me as well..." And I can kinda see why. Poor professor probably didn't want the troublesome monkey around.
Post by kristmar mortensen on May 22, 2015 22:08:36 GMT
Kristmar raised an eyebrow at the other male, giving him a slightly incredulous look. He was conceding him permission to request a rematch if - and when - he won? What a cocky little shit. He was no stranger to competitive banter to heat things up a little but now, right now, Kris really didn't have any interest in it. He just wanted this thing over and done with so they'd have a reason to get the hell out of here.
"Return it with another sand attack, Dei." And it wasn't like he really had to order the gible even. The dragon, on having clumsily dirt tossed back in his face, was already moving to counter it with his own sand throwing. Rubbing the sand from his small eyes, the ground type began kicking up more soil and gravel, aiming for the monkey as the other prepared his attack.
Deimos was so preoccupied though with being able to see clearly, he missed it when the aipom came hurtling towards him with his claws out. A novice mistake but an excusable one.
"Pass auf!" Kris warned, his baritone climbing to a slightly louder tone to catch the distracted gible's attention. Deimos opened his eyes, most of the grit chased away, and spotted the monkey coming his way. "Tackle him again!" There was no room to dodge the hit, even if the aipom's accuracy was off due to the sand in its eyes. The only alternative that Kris saw was Deimos meeting the scratch attack and, before the monkey had a chance to dash away, go after it with a slam. Despite being a dual dragon and ground type, the dirt being thrown in his face was no doubt bothering Deimos too so, the closer he kept the aipom, the better.
Kris squinted slightly as his small shark received the attack and the gible answered with an enraged snarl. Wasting no time, he charged after the violet and grinning creature to tackle him again, not wanting him to get too far or give him space to jump out of the way.
"I already consider myself lucky," he said as a short response, his lips twisting downwards into a disapproving frown as his eyes roved over the tanned male's half-clothed appearance. "But I'd be luckier if I didn't have stranger's pokémon jumping out of bushes to attack him."
Post by Zephyr Wallace on May 23, 2015 6:37:42 GMT
notes;;hehehe i decided to use mel's temp ! words;;what are words tag;;kristmar mortensen
A little disappointed that the other didn't return his playful banter, Zephyr let it slide. Not everyone appreciates taunts and friendly jabs, though he pegged the blond one who would- a vibe to him. But then again, can't really gloat when its clear where your position was?
He wish the other would at least indulge a little, to lessen the feeling of him wondering whatever he said was too pompous and arrogant; grunt or not, nobody liked being an ass and certainly this Aqua member did not. He hid his disappointment with a small shrug, finding his humor in the small dirt fight the two pokemon were having. Ai whined, not expecting the second round and didn't dodge on order quick enough when Ze said "Ai, move to your left."; at least their sense of direction were the same, because instead of going the way he urged, Ai took a right step and hit with dirt his eyes.
"I would you like an apology then?" He pursed his lips, lifting his hazel eyes to catch the wandering gaze of his, "...um. Maybe eyes on battle, please, Kris?" Like before, embarrassed pink warmed his cheeks, as he directed his gaze back on the two pokemon. "You can look all you want after-- or don't. Staring is consider kinda creepy by most people's standards." A little bit of a tease, a little bit of a truth, Ze crossed his arms protectively over his bare upper body. Maybe he was just seeing still if he could recongnize me. Boring thought but better than the most gossip-wanting side as he took note of, familiar or not, the only was pretty cute.
Letting out a furious cry, Ai was well past the place of annoyed- royally pissed and too much pride to move- and startled Ze out of his momentary lapse into embarrassing thoughts. Then again, not like he'd voice them or anything, heh. Yup.
Ai dug his feet into the ground, bracing himself for the shark's tackle, Ze's eyes lit up with what the Aipom bracing for. "Okay, best to end this quick Ai- counter when you're ready." A determined and focused, tensed as the monkey waited to take the brunt of the pokemon's tackle; his tail's hand laid flat on the ground, for extra support, and gave a confident "Pom."
The tackle looked like hurt. Ai gritted his teeth, the wind nearly getting knocked out of him as he arch over the gible's short body. With his tail's support, he didn't fall but it buckled and slide heavily against the ground, earning a small wince because what the monkey hated more than not getting snacks was getting cuts on his tail's palm. Pushing the other off, giving them a little space, with a loud "pom", squinting with his stinging vision, Aipom balled up his tail's fist and swung for the Gible.
His form wasn't perfect- they haven't really perfected his counter and with the stinging vision, Ai's attack was as good as a shot in the dark; leaving himself vulnerable to another attack as he reeled his tail in, half tempted to clutch the tail for the abuse it went through. Bitten, dragged, and using in battle, first time feeling clumsy with the appendage as he wasn't use to his egg move attack. Looking back at Ze for a little approval, Ze smiled softly; maybe the respect from Ai would take a little longer... the tiny monkey was growing on him.
Post by kristmar mortensen on May 23, 2015 18:21:52 GMT
K-Keep his eyes on the battle?! What... what nerve! Kris' face immediately flushed a deepening shade of scarlet, a lighter one than that of his eyes which were staring in complete bewilderment at what the brunette had just said. He wasn't... he wasn't fucking staring at him! Not in the way that the man was insinuating, at least, because, yes, fine, he was looking but not in some blatantly lusting or even mildly appreciative manner. He inhaled deeply, his chest expanding slightly, as he breathed his indignation. He had totally not been looking in the way that the man was probably hoping.
And what sort of person walked around shirtless and then had the gall to get self-conscious when people looked? It was just... asinine! Nonsensical!
"I don't mean to get your hopes up or inflate your ego but..." Kris' nose wrinkled, his upper lip curling, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he gave Ze an exaggeratedly dispproving scowl. "I'm not staring at you for what you're thinking. Don't flatter yourself."
Was it possibly some underhand tactic to distract him from the battle at hand though? This man, being Aqua and having already sneakily jumped at both instances to put himself at an advantage, was probably capable of it. Kris didn't doubt it and he doubted it even less on hearing him order his aipom to counter Deimos' attack. Now... counter could've been two things: repel the attack with another, turning defense into offense while minimalizing damage, or... counter, as in counter the actual move, a stronger version of the former tactic. Kris had been banking on it being the former as well because, c'mon... low-levelled pokémon didn't generally learn a move like that.
For once, Kris would've liked to be correct.
It was too late though when he saw the aipom pack power, a visible aura encompassing his tail, after receiving his gible's tackle. A sinking feeling of dread dropped in his chest and he opened his mouth to yell out a warning to Deimos, to at least alert the poor thing, to give him enough time to brace himself at least or even dodge. But, no, instead the warning died in his throat as the monkey swung its enhanced tail, striking the gible right on his side and sending him careening. With each helpless bounce towards him, Kris felt his chest tighten with a wince for Deimos but, other than that, the blonde was completely frozen.
It was never a nice sight to see, that of your pokémon getting thrashed.
Deimos' still body skidded across the ground, sliding over the grass too easily for Kris' comfort, and slowed a step in front of his stricken trainer. His lips parted a little, stunned, taking in his gible's scratched and now bruised form. On seeing that he was still conscious though, a little glimmer still visible in his squinting and pained eyes, Kris stole a hurried step forward and swooped down to his dragon.
"...Dei?"Gott, he didn't even want to touch him. He looked so injured. The long-haired male's eyes skittered nervously over the gible's navy and stocky body, knowing that there was no way he could be expected to continue. It was over with that last move. The tip of the gible's tongue weakly lolled out of his mouth, probably trying to reassuringly lick his worried coordinator's hand as he did when he got scolded, but it ended up going slack as his eyes closed, succumbing to his injuries and fainting. Kristmar's mouth fell open a little wider, the well-known taste of defeat rising up again and sickening him, and his hand hovered over the gible's pokéball attached to his belt.
Post by Zephyr Wallace on May 23, 2015 19:56:54 GMT
notes;;amazing. give me ten of him. ! words;;what are words tag;;kristmar mortensen
"Doesn't change the fact its pretty rude to stare." He retorted, the corners of his lips twitched, taken a bit back by Kris's harsh words. Well, I tried to lighten the mood. He really didn't no ulterior motive beyond the flirtatious tease- like he said before, Kris was cute and the roaming look left him feeling a tiny bit awkward. Ze wasn't in no mood to shrug back on his shirt, the weather was a better without one... but he could see why someone would stare in confusion. The saltiness of Kris was rolling off in wave and while the blush amused him, the biting words cut any fun with his tease. Didn't mean he liked to be stared at though.
Playful mood effectively soiled.
"I don't have a ego, just telling you to focus." He mumbled under his breath. Even softer voice, he added: "Jerk."
T-That gotta hurt. The counter didn't just hit the Gible, Ai sent him skidding across the ground. Zephyr was a little stun with the power of the move- its the first he used it in battle. Overkill. His arms dropped, a concern look crossing his face. The wounds and bruise would heal up quite easily, but the thought didn't really lessen the impact, oh dear arceus.
While Ai, shamelessly celebrating his victory and bounding over to Ze, who knelt down to give the monkey an affectionate pat. "Good job... though don't go picking fights yourself." The pokemon grinned, nuzzling against the palm of his hand; Ze fetched the pokemon's ball, returning the pokemon with a red beam of light.
Looking over to Kris... what to say? Ze bit his lip, pocketing the pokeball as dusted off his pants. "Uh... Your pokemon put up a good fight." He said, offering a tentative smile. "Wasn't exactly a fair one, heh." He's trying to be a bit more friendly, though that probably would have as little result as his taunts and teases.
As he approached closer, not enough to invade personal space, but gauging to see if the other would at least offer a friendly, end of a battle hand shake. "And I hope your gible heals up fine.... I didn't mean for that last move to be that brutal." Holding out his hand, his smile grew a tiny more, "I suppose I should apologize for my aipom's behavior. This isn't the nicest of first meetings but... if you're ever willing for a rematch, I'd love to see a dragon at full strength and no unfair advantages."
Post by kristmar mortensen on May 23, 2015 22:25:56 GMT
Kristmar couldn't help but feel as though the young man's words were anything less than condescending. As he observed the gible spread-eagled on the ground, completely still save for the rhythmic rising and falling of his chest, Kris felt emotion curdle in his chest and gut. He never took to losing well, being that his pride was so sensitive, but having this man come over and rub his victory in his face by even admitting that they hadn't started on equal footing, well... it fucking pissed him off, alright?
"Ah, yes. You didn't mean to order your aipom to use such a powerful attack as counter." Bitterness dripped off each syllable of the blonde's words, a dark sarcasm embedded deeply in his cold tone. "Forgive me, I was lead to believe that that had been intentional." Bastard. He knew full well what a move like counter did if the defending pokémon did indeed receive a physical hit and his gible, being so young, wasn't experienced enough to channel his inner special powers yet.
Behind that brunette's tentative and supposedly sympathetic smile, there had to be a guileful ghoul.
Kristmar's hand brushed the one that was outstretched towards him but not to take it, but instead to push it away. Like hell he was going to shake his hand in such an amicable manner after this. He took Deimos' ball off his belt in the same movement and promptly returned the dragon to his ball for some well-deserved rest. The idea of a rematch in the future... it was tempting, it appealed to his bruised pride and, despite this loss, he was certain his gible could do miles better than this.
The blonde's lips pursed into a thin line and he stood up from his crouch, getting up to his feet and pulling himself up to his full height which was still a good few inches shorter than Ze. This observation only bothered him though. Kris jerked his chin up an inch, maintaining a proud stance, and roughly thrust his hands into the pockets of his pale ash-grey jacket. He pinned a quietly heated glare, contempt flickering mutedly in his scarlet irises, on the male and made a small scoffing sound.
"And how am I supposed to know it won't just be a repeat of your underhand techniques?" Kris said, his tone not differing much. "This was just a one-off anyway. Deimos is still getting used to me."
