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Post by Balthier Khristos on May 22, 2015 15:35:22 GMT
HEY YOUNG BLOOD DOESN'T IT FEEL LIKE TIME IS RUNNING OUT? Well this was certainly going to be an interesting journey… The Cyndaquil he’d managed to obtain upon becoming a breeder and visiting Birch was a shy little thing. Engel still hid once in a while whenever new people came around and he’d only just got used to being around him. Bal having had to play a few games with it and feed him treats in order to have the adorable little fire pokemon grow comfortable being petted and held by him. Engel was now resting peacefully in his lap, content with just sunbathing and resting for now until they moved on. Balthier ran his fingers over the Cyndaquil’s back, feeling how warm the circles where his fire came from were compared to the other parts of his body. Engel let out a content little noise when he reached the middle of his back and Bal grinned, scratching it lightly and earning a brief snuggle. It made his heart warm to see how far they’d come from when he’d first gotten the shy little creature but he was happy. The fire type would grow and get stronger so that they’d be able to protect his breeding farm. His breeding farm…he couldn’t wait to be able to open it up. His thoughts briefly drifted to his best friend, still a trainer and currently doing something within this little town as well. He’d caught sight of him earlier but well…Engel had been his main concern at the time. The pokemon had been a shaking skittish mess before he’d gotten it to calm down and see that it was alright. Not that he really blamed it but at least he was just slightly shy now but more willing to come to him and obey. Things were certainly going to be interesting. Words: || Tag: || Notes: N/A
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Post by flynn jones on May 24, 2015 6:52:57 GMT
I CAN'T FIND MY WAY Backpacking from Fortree to Little Root seemed a smidgen excessive, but when his friend suggested it before he could voice his concern or lack thereof Flynn found himself dragged across half the region. Either way they'd arrived and speaking of, Balthier had seemed to charge ahead of him towards the lab while Flynn halted to get his bearings meaning to find what he had come for.
Which at the moment seemed like a good place to sit down. Mumbling through the peace and quiet he had taken a brief respite, rummaging in the confines of his jeans for a sparse badge case. His father and his uncle both started their journeys like this - one pokemon in tow to start, getting a pokedex and going half-crazy trying to fill it.
When he had finally paid the good professor a visit and gotten the debrief he left pokedex and Charmander in hand. Bal seemed to have his hands tied with his own business and Flynn could appreciate he needed a few moments to orient himself and his new companion.
He really wasn't sure he wanted to deal with his charmander just yet and so he dusted himself off and took the direction he'd last seen his best friend heading.
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Post by Balthier Khristos on May 24, 2015 18:16:43 GMT
HEY YOUNG BLOOD DOESN'T IT FEEL LIKE TIME IS RUNNING OUT? Admittedly Balthier was an outdoor type guy having grown up all his life in Fortree, it was someplace he was naturally comfortable with. So sue him if he’d been a little overexcited about traveling out of Fortree and incidentally happened to drag his best friend along. It wasn’t like Flynn wasn’t going to leave Fortree either and that way they’d have fun together, besides they’d seen a whole bunch of cool things during their journey to Littleroot. Balthier’s eyes thoughtfully fell to his Cyndaquil and a smile quirked his lips as he realized that now on their journey back that way they’d be raising their pokemon together. A lopsided smile curving his lips at that particular thought before he reclined back a little and looked up at the sky. Flynn was a trainer…he wanted to get badges and win battles whereas he just wanted to raise pokemon and help trainers breed them. Eventually he wanted to build a breeder’s farm…maybe even a daycare center that trainers like Flynn could leave their pokemon at. However, his eyes fell back towards Engel and a slight frown pulled at his lips. He and Flynn had been together for years…since they’d been kids and the blonde haired boy had moved into Fortree with his uncle. When he finally settled down to open his farm and perhaps a daycare…would that mean he’d see Flynn less? The other boy had a goal, he wanted to finish what his uncle and father started. Eventually that would mean leaving Balthier. The brunette shook of those thoughts almost violently. They were just beginning their journey, there was no need to have those thoughts just yet. When that time came they’d…he’d deal with it then. He looked up just in time to spot a familiar head of hair and instantly a smile lit up his face. Raising a hand he waved at his friend from his perch on the ground, Engel lifting his head before burying himself deeper into Balthier’s lap as he called out to Flynn. “Hey! How’d it go with Old man Birch?”Words: 345 || Tag: flynn jones || Notes: omgh they both have fire-types <3333 cuuute
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Post by flynn jones on May 25, 2015 5:33:38 GMT
I CAN'T FIND MY WAY "Kinda peaceful out here..." he muttered to himself or the tree next to him for how quiet he'd spoken glancing about at the waves of gold-green grass surrounding. Flynn's stride was cautious, keeping a careful eye on the world around him and he'd done enough research for the both of them before their arrival because it's not Bal's style. His best friend is something of a firecracker, he thought, going off in a colorful hustle of sparks that blind him and sometimes he'd get consumed by his friend's natural vigor. Balthier would drag him right through and he owed many of his experiences to how tied Bal's persistence was with his own mulishness.
Shaking himself from his own train of thought derailed him back into the present and he shoved his glasses back up his nose before noticing his friend's figure bent up under a tree and ambled over taking a seat beside him. "He was...interesting. He gave me a pokedex and a..." he paused to fish out his pokeball, "charmander."
Flynn took note of Bal's own pokemon making a nest of his lap. "I see you also got a fire type."
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Post by Balthier Khristos on May 26, 2015 3:39:36 GMT
HEY YOUNG BLOOD DOESN'T IT FEEL LIKE TIME IS RUNNING OUT? Flynn was the water to his fire, easily either soothing his flames into a calm ember or putting them out entirely before they got too out of hand. Flynn was probably one of the few if not only person who Balthier felt the ability to be totally himself. So when the other ambled over and relaxed next to him, Bal went back to reclining and looking up at the sky contently. At peace with how they were even as he listened closely to the other speak. At his pause, Bal tilted his head slightly to look at the blonde haired boy and blinked upon sight of the pokeball. However, at his reveal of what pokemon he’d been given a grin curled Balthier’s lips at the irony that they’d both been given fire types. It appeared the observation didn’t escape the other male either since he spoke up. Chuckling and looking down at Engel Balthier ran a light hand down his back earning a happy noise before the Cyndaquil looked up curiously at Flynn. “Yeah, it’s pretty funny that we’d both end up getting fire types.” He let a smirk tug the corner of his lip as he said teasingly, “I’m sure its fate.” Engel shifted slightly upon his lap, sniffing curiously at the other male but still shy about actually approaching him. Balthier ran a hand under his chin and the pokemon instantly eased into his lap again with a little murmur. Looking back up and gesturing towards the pokeball he asked curiously, “Is it a girl or boy??” A more roguish smile curled his features as he spoke up again, “And you name you Charmander right? Cause I’ll totally share what I called mine if you share what you called yours.” It was silly and just slightly childish but Bal was still thoroughly excited over having a pokemon and then on top of it having the same type of pokemon as his best friend.
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