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Post by kristmar mortensen on May 20, 2015 3:08:55 GMT
From what Nikkie had told him, they were going to move out of Littleroot pretty soon and start heading towards Oldale. They hadn't wanted to move too soon after receiving their eggs (something about 'distressing the foetus' or something like that, so all-knowledgeable Nikkie had said) but, now, since a couple of days had passed and they were both better acquainted with their starters, it was soon time to take the first step of their journey. And, y'know, Kris couldn't wait.
Nothing against Littleroot but it was fucking boring. There was a bunch of novice trainers running about willy-nilly and challenge-happy but, asides from that, there wasn't really much else to do. Eat, breathe, chase after his gible, pat his egg and make sure it was warm, turning it over occasionally on Niklaus' suggestion. The worst thing probably was that Oldale, the next town on their route, wasn't... much more lively than this one. There was an actual pokémart though, which he supposed was a good thing.
Kristmar tilted his head back, resting it against a wall of russet brickwork belonging to some quaint house (everything was fucking quaint around here), and groaned. Deimos, his gible, perked up at the noise and made a purring chittery noise from the empty crisp packet he was nosing about in. The blonde's gaze dropped to him and, seeing that he was playing around with a piece of trash, tutted and rolled his eyes.
"You playin' with garbage again?" He grumbled and traipsed forward with a stern look. Deimos gathered his tiny hands by his chest and slunk away, hunched over, from the packet (which made fun rustly and crinkly noises) now that he'd been spotted. "What have I told you? No. Nein. Garbage is poo, Deimos." And, in case his point wasn't made clear, he tapped the mischievous urchin on his nose, making the gible flinch and, like a scolded puppy, lick the tip of his trainer's scolding finger.
"No gettin' cute. You know it's bad." Kris continued to grumble, a little endeared in spite of himself, as he retracted his hand. "You bored? Is that what it is?"
Post by Mercurio Warren on May 22, 2015 1:44:00 GMT
Mercurio Warren "The Tall Mercury"
His little visit to Littleroot had been a little more fruitful than what Mercurio could have expected ahead of time. At first he was only here to get a pokemon from Professor Birtch, and what he got was a spirited TREECKO he had named Paul since it was a guy and it was the first name that came to mind that wasn't Bruce, Igor, or Sasha. He had also gotten a pokemon egg figuratively thrown at him by the professor.
That was not all of it however. For today he had done something he rarely did outside of a celebration or when he need to go to a job interview. Mercurio actually had put on a suit consisting of a white shirt with black tie, fitted trousers, and jacket. He also didn't have anything in his hair, but a string to tie it into a pony tail, so he looked like a handsome, young man. All that effort had landed him an invitation to dinner by an older woman who wanted to introduce him to her granddaughter having thought he was here to visit a relative. The situation had been cleared up and no hard feelings between them. He had to admit that the young woman, who was going to be twenty soon, was cute and loveable to look at.
He turned a corner keeping his egg in his arms and his pokeballs in his belt for convenience when he saw something that made him shake his head. “Why do you hit your pokemon?” he asked the blonde, “they rarely learn what is wrong when you hit them.”
Post by kristmar mortensen on May 22, 2015 14:44:56 GMT
An unimpressed expression filtered through Kristmar's features on hearing a stranger have the gall to comment on how he was handling his unruly pokémon. His thin eyebrows knitted together, mildly irked, and he scooped up the discarded crisp packet on the ground before looking over his shoulder at where the voice had come from. Gible, surprised by the stranger's sudden appearance, began to bark. The dragon wiggled out of Kris' reach and bounced around the person's ankles excitedly.
"Hit my pokémon?" The blonde scoffed, turning his head to see... the stranger's legs. Very long legs. His eyes started travelling up. "I tapped his nose to get his attention, I didn't fuckin' hit him. What d'you think I am? Some sorta animal?"
Kris' first observation was... that this man was bloody tall. The height difference, from his crouched position on the floor, was grossly exaggerated. Like, fuck, this looming monster of a man was so giant he practically blocked out the sun and cast him in complete darkness!
Okay, maybe he wasn't that tall, but it was definitely the vibe Kris was getting being so close to the ground.
"And anyway," he continued, snippety, "why don't you mind your-- oh."
The blonde's vibrant carmine eyes finally settled on the stranger's face and they flickered open a little wider, taking in his very familiar features. They were slightly older than what he remembered, sharpened and not so youthfully soft anymore, and Kris blindly fumbled for the gible who tried to nip at the man's trouser legs. His irritation petered down swiftly, his expression softening into something a little meeker.
"...Hello?" A weak smile and he struggled to rein in Deimos as he dogged continued trying to tug on the man's trousers. "Fancy seeing you here... ha."
Post by Mercurio Warren on May 28, 2015 1:29:50 GMT
Mercurio Warren "The Tall Mercury"
Mercurio smiled when he realised who the “handsome” (a term he had heard from Kristmar that he proffered), guy with the long hair was. It was a teenage friend of his called Kristmar. He was never really sure what the are he was from was called, but he knew as much that it was next to Kalos, so he could always look it up on a map if he didn't want to ask.
“It sure is,” he responded still holding the egg in his arms as he moved his leg knowing full well that the pokemon would chase it thinking they were playing. Well they were, but Kristmar might not know that seeing as he was trying to pull his pokemon away.
He held his egg forward with both hands, “Just got a starter pokemon, was almost hooked up with a date, and about to become the very best like it is even possible to be. Taking the flare to pokemon training” he did some fake flamboyant gestures.
He smirked dropping the act and gestures he did before, “Yes I still play music. What is your too long didn't read story of what has happened with your life so far, Kristmar.”
Post by kristmar mortensen on May 30, 2015 13:49:39 GMT
As the man spoke, Kristmar continued to look up at him with a mildly stunned expression. Honestly, he barely registered what the guy was saying for a minute, more concentrated on his face and the fact that his old teenage friend - Mercurio - who he hadn't seen in... years now, was right there in front of him. And even taller than what he remembered.
"Sounds like you've had an eventful morning," Kris politely offered back. With one last spurt of effort, he wrenched the gible back from the beanpole of a man and clutched the wriggling creature against his chest to stop him from getting to the guy's trousers. They were sleek dress pants, Kris noted, and likely cost a pretty penny. Pennies that Kris didn't have to replace them or send them to a tailor if Deimos tore a hole in them with his teeth. Deimos writhed about but, ultimately, was unable to squirm free of his trainer's tight grip.
Curiously, his eyes went down to the egg as he finally climbed up to his feet (a little bit difficult given how both arms were occupied restraining his hyperactive pokémon). Huh, so Mercurio had gone one too, eh?
"Oh... not much has happened." A lie. A blatant lie. Kristmar glanced down at Deimos who now nipped at his trainer's hair so not to hold eye contact with the tall male. "Just, y'know. Stuff. I'm about to start coordinating and travelling with--" An ex-magma admin who he ran away from the organization with? "--...a-a friend." Subject change, please. His life was nothing interesting, especially to people he didn't want to disappoint or held some respect for.
"Anyway... a, uh, date?" He forced out a brittle chuckle and casually began pulling his fair locks from his gible's toothy and ravenous mouth. "Not surprised if you're walkin' around dressed like that, Merry."
Post by Mercurio Warren on Jun 1, 2015 14:28:25 GMT
Mercurio Warren "The Tall Mercury"
There was two things he had to note about kristmar. One that his acccent wasn't as strong as it used to be, and two that he didn't sound like he was attempting to be a dominatrix or whatever the male equivalent is. Not that he was ever strong or big enough to tie him down unless Mercurio was sedated. How did the topic ever go there? He shook his head from this sidetracking of his mind.
Anyhow, he responded to his obvious lying with the following: “What did I tell you about selling drugs? And if that is what you want to do, you don't have to be elusive about it with me,” he teased without much context hoping it would make him tell him what had happened, “It doesn't surprise me that you became a coordinator. Do you still play music or sing however?”
As for his comment about dating, “Okay not as much a date as it was a grandmother who had invited me to dinner thinking I was visiting family her with the intend of introducing me to her granddaughter,” was his response as her scratched the back of his head.
He seemed a bit annoyed though, at Kris' last statement. I mean that name. “Calling me Merry again? You know I won't be Merry till we marry. I heard it's legal in this region too.” He responded trying to pat his head like that of a small child.
Post by kristmar mortensen on Jun 6, 2015 23:19:47 GMT
Drugs? Hah. Kristmar almost wished it had just been that. His days with Magma weren't exactly ones he was proud of; an accomplice to robbery, kidnap, smuggling, vandalism, mistreatment... as a grunt, he'd done a lot of things. Narcotics probably wouldn't be as bad as some of the things he'd seen and allowed to happen. And Kris hadn't seen Mercurio in... years, how could he know if the guy would take it well if he was told the truth? That Kris had spent these past couple of years as a lackey for a criminal organization? It still... hurt to lie to an old friend though, and right to their face, no less. The blonde forced his lips into a slightly pained smile and gave a light chuckle.
"Nah, not drugs." He answered him, looking down to pull his champagne hair from his pokémon's mouth. "I'll... tell you later, over a beer or somethin' because... it's a bit of a story. Heh." Or, at least, it wasn't really a story he'd like to share out on the street like this. Plus he'd rather test the waters first, to see how much he'd be able to confess to Mercurio. He didn't need to lose more people he knew after they'd found out his illegal ties. "But I'm still playin' stuff, doin' some singing. Not much recently though... haven't had the time. Plus I'm travelling. What about you?"
He didn't expect to get that sort of reaction from the old teasing nickname he had for the guy though. It was... a little bit nice though to see that not everything had changed.
Kristmar made a disgruntled little noise and swatted at the hand that reached to pat his head. He was no child! He flicked his fingers at Mercurio's before he was able to pat or tousle his well-kept head of sandy hair. "Marry?" He grumbled. "Don't joke around with that, Merry. Or... gettin' ahead of yourself... or whatever." He knitted his eyebrows together and looked up at the tall beanpole, narrowing his carmine eyes a sliver, giving him an unimpressed look.
Post by Mercurio Warren on Jun 22, 2015 12:20:47 GMT
Mercurio Warren "The Tall Mercury"
“We will do a six pack of beers and half a bottle of absinthe at a later date then. That should make you talkative,” he jabbed back with a wink, “As for what I do, it's the usual. Rocking the world, just got a pokemon and an egg; playing both a six string and an eight string guitar; and wanting to make a band,” he followed up with a smile or two.
As he got flipped he held up his hand like he was holding a mirror, “Well this is the moment where I would have said that I wouldn't mind getting your head on me instead of ahead of me, but I guess I should ask if you are interested in singing still as a front singer, or are you going to challenge me to a pokemon battle now that you know I got one and that we have been staring into each other eyes for so long that one could wonder where the bishie sparkles are...I forgot where I was going with this,” he ended his words with a small wonder how Kris would react.
Post by kristmar mortensen on Jul 11, 2015 12:40:19 GMT
we can't spend our lives waiting to live
Another thing that certainly hadn't changed was how... um, talkative Mercurio was. Kris was left to blink up at him as he spoke enthusiastically, hardly letting the blonde get a single word in. His interest perked up at the mention of him wanting to found a band though but then... his interest steadily morphed into another unimpressed grimace at the male's sense of humour.
"Well, if you ask me if I'm interested in singing like that..." He trailed off with a displeased scoff and waved his hand at Mercurio in a shooing manner. "Bishie sparkles. Really." He jostled the gible in his arms, getting a better grip of him and pointing the dragon's wide mouth away from all his hair that he was too eager on chewing.
"Not in the mood to battle right now anyway so... maybe next time. When we get those drinks." Mercurio might be exasperating, at best, but it didn't mean he wasn't thrilled to see him after these years, so he had nothing against meeting up again. "I gotta go find the guy I'm travelling with anyway. He might leave without me."
Wordlessly, Kristmar reached into his pocket and pulled out his pokénav. The screen blinked into life and he pressed a couple of buttons before turning the device to show it to Mercurio, showing him the messaging name he could be contacted on. "Keep me updated on that band business though. Maybe we can meet up in one of the next towns?"
Post by Mercurio Warren on Jul 11, 2015 23:09:35 GMT
Mercurio Warren "The Tall Mercury"
His dismissive reaction didn't come that far off from what Mercurio had expected of his old friend. Well other than what he said was weird, like even for his standards although bishie sparkles are legit yo, he did remember Kristmar being very...well what some people would call stubborn and dismissive. And not in the cute kind of way you can fight back. He just needed some time to calm down and get into a normal mood. Which was kinda unfortunate as teasing was Mercurio's life.
Noting down the contact information on his own pokénav, he responded: “I will do. Though I don't think we should be battling after drinking at a bar. May I suggest that we do it before the drinking and the winner pays the first round?” he smirked as he put his pokénav back in his pocket. “But yeah I will keep you updated. However, I am surprised that you have a travelling partner, and makes me wonder why you don't invite me along,” he kept his hands up in defence, “Nah it's fine. I'll see you next town then~!” He said as he shook his friend's hand and then parted ways.
