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Post by Julius Kingston on Jun 25, 2015 15:03:14 GMT
you can travel the world but nothing comes close to the golden coast,
Dewford seemed quiet, almost like the little grasslands of Mossdeep when he was young. He hardly remembered much of Mossdeep except that he had liked it a lot, and he was determined not to like it so he pretended he couldn't care less. The water in Dewford was nice- crystal clear and impeccably shining the summer sun. The climate was good too- nothing like the hot and dirty pollution of Rustboro.
He watching from the shoreline as people danced and played in the semi-shallow water, eyes skirting around and summing up the place. He liked it here- maybe he'd stay a while and pause his mad joruneying for a bit. He felt someone approach and his eyes all too sharply wen to the side, as if expecting it to be a three headed monster out to get him.
His look softened and he spoke casually, preparing himself to indulge in pleasantries and small talk. What else was there to do on such a lovely day like this?
"Wonderful place, huh?" He said, not looking at the stranger, but not specifically talking to anyone else, either.
[attr="class","sv3"] This is a candied world, and it spreads like fire. When it devours me I call the burning 'fun', but I never really was the purist one. Though I try to cleanse my soul with every sun. And I just get deeper in the same shit but doesn't everyone? Close my eyes and play along.
The tides flow and crash a constant cycle, even here in Dewford. The sounds of the tides are still just as peaceful if not even more so than they were in Petalburg and even the coast of Rustboro, perhaps that was because it was so far off the beaten path. In truth not much found its way out to Dewford barring a passing trainer or two. It was an island city in the southernmost corner of Hoenn known exactly for this. It was a tiny island hidden among an expansive blue sea. He finds himself almost entirely attuned to the atmosphere or rather the atmosphere of the island itself is changing something within him. The rush of his adventures thus far receding like the waves allowing a brief calm in the tides that were his life. He'd only arrived in the town an hour ago having thanked Briney and made his way to the shoreline where another man stands he too having fallen into the islands 'vibe' so to speak.
The bespectacled man speaks first, and Miles to begins prepares to dole out pleasantries, and perhaps even more if the other man seems as thoughtful as he looks. "Truly..." He responds only for another wave to crash against the sand once more water almost reaching his his shoes. "I hope I didn't disturb you friend. But a sight like this on a day as beautiful as today. I couldn't resist."
Post by Julius Kingston on Jun 27, 2015 2:19:36 GMT
you can travel the world but nothing comes close to the golden coast,
The man next to him seemed pretty calm and just as pacified by the waves as he was. The next wave reaches his sandles and water seeps in, making his toes uncomfortably wet. He looks at the sand that's now a darker shade and then back to the stranger. "Hardly a disturbance," he said, smiling, but it was more of an easy way to go about things than a genuine remark.
On the mention of how beautiful the day was, Julius was forced to look up at the sky, the sun glaring on his glasses like anything. He nodded mutely. "It is beautiful." Somehow there isn't much to say, even though he would usually be the one talking the most in any given conversation.
"Say, you're a local? It must be amazing waking up to this every morning." His eyes are watching the red head through a sharp corner, but mirth lingers and it's not the stone cold look he'd give someone he didn't want to be seeing.
[attr="class","sv3"] This is a candied world, and it spreads like fire. When it devours me I call the burning 'fun', but I never really was the purist one. Though I try to cleanse my soul with every sun. And I just get deeper in the same shit but doesn't everyone? Close my eyes and play along.
He feels, out of his own body of sorts. 'Fear' seems so far away as his eyes pierce through the environment focusing on all his eyes can see. Focuses on the water all of the 'things' that followed him daily good and bad alike as subjective as they were. He searches for words but nothing comes far too entranced at the moment. Eyes looking through the sea to the point he could see shadows flicker around beneath the surface of the water hidden behind the waves. "I imagine it would be, waking up on an island like this away from...everything." Maybe one day in the future he'd comeback and make a life for himself here, away from the things, and by proxy the fear that they cause.
His think was idealistic or wishful at best, but still it was a nice thought. "But no I'm just like you, I assume at least. a spirit passing through for now, just trying to find a way." He takes a moment taking a seat on the warm sands grasping for a handful just to let it slip out of his fingers only inches away from the water. Red eyes glance back up at the other man far too weary to size him up or anything of the sort, instead he looks to the man for answers. Answers to questions the red head himself doesn't seem to know. "You're a trainer then? Seeing as you're not from here, either." He flashes the man a small smile as the sun beams down on both men.
Post by Julius Kingston on Jul 4, 2015 11:40:19 GMT
you can travel the world but nothing comes close to the golden coast,
Julius immediately enjoyed the thoughtful, nearly serene presence of the man, and he could feel himself relax, but not quite completely. Strangers were still strangers, but somehow it was alright. He could feel himself lulling back into his night time mood of thoughts and musings. The second he started feeling like that he started craving cigarettes, and he took his time to light one.
"Away from everything, yeah," he mumbled, and then paused, took a quick inhale, breathed out, and spoke again.
"You got that right. We're all just spirits. Some pass earlier, and some just linger." He began walking away, not wanting to smoke around too many people and get called out for it- he wasn't in the mood for that right now. He paused and looked back at the stranger, hoping to call him away from the people for a bit, maybe to a park.
"You're right about that. Think I figured out exactly what I want to do, too..." He let his voice trail off and he found a bench and immediately sat down. There was one right in front of his, so it was convenient for the both of them. He kept smoking, and the sun fell a little lower in the sky.
He smiles back at the man, using all of his new found sea to relax, hands netting themselves behind his head. "Got any badges?" he asked, not unlike the way a lazy player would play go fish.
[attr="class","sv3"] This is a candied world, and it spreads like fire. When it devours me I call the burning 'fun', but I never really was the purist one. Though I try to cleanse my soul with every sun. And I just get deeper in the same shit but doesn't everyone? Close my eyes and play along.
He listens to the man quietly watching the other trainer from the corner of his eyes momentarily. Just as quickly his focus shifts back to that of the sea. He agrees in that they're all spirits something he feels a need to add on to, "Being out here like this, makes you realize how small we really are. How insignificant it all is..." He pauses for a moment, trying to convey his thought as clearly as possible, "What is the individual compared to the vast world before us?" He pauses again his tone neither dreary or spiteful of this fact. No, instead it's almost flooded with a quality of peculiar awe and peace. "Who knows what else is out there waiting to be found, beyond these horizons." Waves meet sand the deafening crash signaling the end of his reflections for now at least. Yhe conversation then shifts to that of their shared profession.
The other trainer asks of badges, "Yeah I managed to grab one from Petalburg, don't know if I'm ready to really try my hand at Dewford, not really in the zone, to take down a second gym leader back to back." He can smell the man's cigarette in the air, in a word it's 'familiar' to him, his senses flooded with a strange nostalgia, one he's not entirely sure he's happy with but accepts nonetheless. "You mind if I bum a smoke friend." One for old times sake never hurt.
He chooses not to ask about the trainer's badges in return instead he asks a question, much closer to him. "So what's your goal with your journey friend. What's your endgame." He yawns as he finishes, his focus once again back on the trainer genuinely curious to his answer.
Post by Julius Kingston on Jul 5, 2015 14:52:32 GMT
you can travel the world but nothing comes close to the golden coast,
The wonder in the other male's voice caught on, and Julius soon had a star-struck expression dancing across his eyes as well. But then the red haired individual said something Julius could not agree with- that they were insignificant. He looked a Miles, cigarette pulled out of his mouth so he could make a better point.
"I don't know. Isn't the goal of life to make a mark in the world? Even the littlest of things can inspire change. A ripple effect, just like water..."
A wave crashed to shore, and Julius noted how the rhythmic flow of conversation was being punctuated by the sea, by nature. And the wind joined in, like a melody to add to that. The world was beautiful, but each aspect of it was. He could never agree with magma and aqua, who wanted to raise the sea or the land. You needed to encompass it all, for a greater, wonderful world.
"Hm, yeah. I don't know, I think I'll challenge Dewford as well. Make another change, another ripple, instead of just staying still." His eyes went over to the red head and he pulled out his packet again, more than happily offering it to the stranger whose name he didn't know yet. But to someone who considered existence irrelevant, what was a name even god for? The mystery that surrounded them both as comforting, in a way, and Julius let it be.
He chuckled when he was asked that question, more smoke coming from his lips. He didn't know how to answer, yet he felt like he should.
"You'd laugh if you heard," he said simply, not willing to give that piece away just yet.
[attr="class","sv3"] This is a candied world, and it spreads like fire. When it devours me I call the burning 'fun', but I never really was the purist one. Though I try to cleanse my soul with every sun. And I just get deeper in the same shit but doesn't everyone? Close my eyes and play along.
He takes the cigarette at his leisure, very appreciative the red head reaches into his pocket for a lighter he typically uses to help start campfires. Lips meet paper, the nicotine travels through his system emanating with him on levels he rarely reaches anymore. The feeling of Nostalgia only expanding like the cloud of smoke now butried in his chest, or more aptly the cloud of smoke embedded in his soul. A slow exhale follows as he processes the trainer's response. "I'd say that's pretty subjective friend." He looks onward as the smoke rises into the sky fading into the atmosphere. "The goal of a life... the purpose... I'd say that's up to each individual."
He removes the cig holding the carcinogen between two fingers casually, he can't help but feel it's like riding a bike. Time continues to pass as he tilts his head back slightly only now getting a full look at the man. 'Young.' it's thing that comes to mind as he focuses fully on him. younger than himself at least, or so he suspects. "Not at all." Faces come to mind, all those he's asked the question to prior.
"It's a hobby of mine, listening to people's goals and aspirations. I've heard simple and complex alike. 'Become the champion.', 'See the world.', 'Discover new things.', and 'Destroy my enemies.' are just a few of the many." He doesn't know why exactly he feels the need to ask, Perhaps it's because through this maybe he'll be able to figure out his own goals one day. His own reason for existing in a world oh so vast. He decides not to force the question, not now at least ending with a slight laugh, "Maybe one day you'll humor me as well friend." Another drag, and soon the smoke rises again almost as if it never left. "Making ripples huh." He smiles, "Change of your own volition admirable." He wasn't wrong, ripples are created constantly by people as the expand these ripples meet other ripples each collision representing a change, creating something new and stopping what's typically perceived as stagnation. "Only when one ripple meets another another regardless of it's own will does change occur." His voice is quiet as he mulls over the thought before asking the man another of his many questions. "What does it mean to be stagnant in your eyes friend?"
Post by Julius Kingston on Jul 11, 2015 3:59:48 GMT
you can travel the world but nothing comes close to the golden coast,
His gaze had been mild and placid for a bit, but his eyes and ears perked up at what the redhead said next. "Sure," he said, a little argumentatively. "Your goal can be anything. But what's the use of someone who doesn't want to do anything significant? Whether it's good or evil, there's always a purpose you need to strive for." He spoke a little more passionately, but relaxed again at the sight of smoke in the sky. Cigarettes always had that effect on him- maybe that was why he was into smoking in the first place. But he knew the real reason.
Julius looked at the male, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Collecting goals- that sounded like something he could respect but hardly enjoy. He nodded. Maybe one day indeed.
He gave him another look at the question he asked, but then decided not to say anything- the casual manner with which these thoughts were being thrown around was interesting, and he didn't want to disturb it.
"Stagnancy is cowardice. To have something down to you and not act back- it's...illogical." He huffed out the words like they were hard to form, which was unusual for him. Something that acts in response to actions, something that gives the revenge that everyone is waiting for.
His emerald eyes meet the sky again, and he notices how pretty it looks today, how undaunted by the clash of tide and coast- of sea and land.