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The beach festival had been great, the action and people had been lots of fun as well. Meeting new people and seeing new pokemon was becoming a big help in his goal to help the Professor complete the pokedex. He’d spent most of the time though earning money and putting on little shows here and there to make his travels a little easier. There was a usefulness to being able to play the guitar and being able to sing a bit, so why not put it to use? It helped that his pokemon helped him out in entertaining the people around him. However, with the festival craze dying down and people moving on or sticking around only to challenge the gym leader…things were getting pretty serious and not many paid much attention to his music though. He wasn’t too upset about that though considering he too was more focused on the gym battles than anything else and his playing now was more to help him concentrate. He’d listen to most of the people that went to challenge and gather bits and pieces of info in hope of gaining some kind of advantage over the gym leader. His pokemon needing some kind of advantage against the gym leader’s stronger pokemon and experience.
However, he’d decided the focus mainly on his music today so he picked out a cozy corner in the street in front of a little café where the owner had agreed to lend him some equipment if he drew in some guests. So without much more thought he’d released Machiko, his Glameow, and adjusted the equipment before strumming his guitar. He played for a bit, greeting people and coaxing them towards the café with his music but just relaxing in general. His messy black locks were pinned up as much as they could be, although his bangs fell in his eyes from time to time so he had to flick them out of his face. Machiko purred and meowed at the humans around them as well as other pokemon, drawing them in cutely the same way she’d drawn him in that first day they’d met on the route. They were a fairly good pair and by the afternoon he’d gotten a good amount of extra money and some free pastries from the café owner in thanks.
Leaning back in the wooden chair he sat on as Machiko washed herself with content purrs, Yami strummed lazily and listlessly at his guitar as he looked up at the sky. He wondered when they’d be ready to challenge the gym leader…he felt like he should probably wait a little while before actually challenging the man but when would they be ready? Shaking his head his listless strumming became more purposeful, a soft melody his mother used to hum coming to mind and falling from the acoustic instrument. After a moment he too began to hum along as he wondered how his parents were doing and what they’d think if they could see him now.
Post by kristmar mortensen on Jul 6, 2015 23:49:42 GMT
what we know is almost nothing at all
It had occured to Kristmar that he really should've set aside more time to train while the festival had been going on. Now that it was over, all the trainers that'd gathered had steadily dispersed and continued on their journeys, leaving only some late stragglers behind. Slateport, from what he heard, was the next place to be now. But, instead of joining the crowd, Kris was still kicking around Petalburg, trying to get some last-minute training in before he challenged the gym. Already he missed the lively hubbub the festival had created and, in its absence, left behind a quaint seaside town with a quiet beach only frequented by a passing trainer or the town's inhabitants.
The sooner he reached the next actual city, the better.
Most of his team were resting in the pokécenter after a tiring battle so, to pass the time, he'd opted to explore the neighbouring streets in the hopes he'd find another trainer who was in the same predicament as him. Sören, the latest addition to his team, trailed slowly behind him. It'd been a few days since Kris had rescued him from a miserable fate with the help of Bunny, a fellow coordinator, but he still looked rather... pathetic. He was a skinny kitten and, despite getting a good wash and groom, his dull violet fur continued to lack a natural sheen. Kris had noticed though that his eyes at least had regained a little bit of a vibrant twinkle and he was slowly becoming more confident around the other pokémon in his team.
Walking along the street, Kris vaguely heard the telltale melodic sound of an acoustic being strummed. Sören appeared to have heard it too, given the way his ears twitched, but that hadn't been what'd caught his attention. Down the street, where the gentle music originated from, was a fellow glameow which he spotted within a mere second. Before his trainer could make a move, Sören bolted off down the pavement with his ribbonlike tail streaming behind him.
"...Sören?" Kris adjusted his grip on the egg he cradled near his stomach through his satchel and gave a loud, aggravated sigh. "Don't run off!" Fucking cat. They were going this way anyway. That café down the road was meant to offer the nicest light snacks in this town, plus the more musical side to him had wanted to get a better listen at the male who appeared to be busking outside the café. Sören dashed right up to the stranger and his pokémon and sat his tattered self right before the grooming female with a curious tilt of his head. His tail fluttered about in wide, excited circles, excited to see another of his species.
Machiko was perfectly content by her human’s side, washing any dirt from her shining and healthy coat as she listened to her human’s music. There was no one who could quite make the sounds he did with the instrument in his arms, the one he called a guitar. Her tail twirled lazily, ears flickering back and forth as she caught every note he strummed and every hum he dropped into a lower pitch. Her human was a genius and she knew there was a reason she’d instantly liked the young male beside her. It helped that he knew just when to pet her as well as feed her, rarely did she ever have to actually ask for the attention. She’d preen about this performance to Sei when she saw him again, the creepy furball would practically seethe and not getting the chance to accompany his human companion during one of his performances. Sei always said such strange things and it made her livid that he could communicate with their human so easily. There was no reason he couldn’t share that little talent with her and let their human hear her words of praise as well instead of having him offer them up.
Her quiet seething was brought to an abrupt end when suddenly something plopped down right in front of them…or more likely her. How dare this…this…this Glameow think itself worthy of sitting near her and her human. Feline eyes narrowed as her large ears pinned to the back of her head and her tail swished agitatedly, taking in this Glameow’s appearance and wrinkling her nose at it. Putting her nose up into the air at the younger male she turned so her back was to him and continued washing herself with renewed vigor.
At the same time Yami had also noticed there newcomer, not having recognized the slightly deeper tone of the ‘Glameow’ call and being startled by it. He blinked down, looking from one to the other but he already figured out which was his seeing as Machiko was in far better condition than this one here…and the fact that she was a girl. Chuckling lowly he gave Machiko a light scratch behind the ear as he murmured “Be nice, Machi.” The small girl looked up at him with wide innocent eyes and he chuckled throatily, knowing very well there was nothing innocent about the female but letting it go. Instead he focused on the male, taking in his tattered looks and somewhat skinny appearance. A small frown touched Yami’s lips at the neglect that was hinted if not blatantly shown in his appearance. After a hesitant moment he reached out for the male Glameow to give him a light stroke on the head and murmured, “Now why would anyone do this to a handsome fella like you?”
His own Glameow watched for a moment before her eyes narrowed again and a possessiveness that Yami should have really seen coming reared its head. With a soft upset noise she bumped his hand away from the other feline, flicking her tail at the male Glameow as she continued bumping Yami’s hand away from the other and letting out soft little mewls for attention.
TAG: kristmar mortensen | WORDS: 534 | NOTES: im not sorry and neither is machiko~
Post by kristmar mortensen on Jul 7, 2015 10:32:46 GMT
what we know is almost nothing at all
The immediate rejection that Sören was greeted with didn't seem to bother him in the slightest. He tilted his head further, as if trying to crane his head around, to watch the female as she continued to groom herself. She was a lovely specimen; her coat was well-tended to and had an attractive luster to it, making Sören's look even more unkempt and dull than usual. He gave a quiet mrowl, trying to coax her back around to face him, when the girl's trainer reached out for him.
Sören's natural reaction was one of cautiousness. His ears perked up before flattening against his skull and he ducked his head down as the human's hand reached out to stroke him. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the unfamiliar trainer closely, his tail slowing in its large circular movements and, instead, giving only wary twitches. He could smell the other glameow on his fingers, as well as the metallic tang of guitar strings on his fingertips. There was a sweeter scent to be found as well, one that he supposed could be food. Uncomfortable with being affectionately touched by a human still, Sören allowed it regardless seeing as the female was with this trainer.
"He's... not the best with being petted." Kristmar piped up, having finally caught up and not immediately noticing the stranger's frowning at the dismal state of his pokémon. "He isn't afraid to scratch." The glameow had swiped at him already a couple of times in these past days although... it didn't look like he was warding any sort of aggression towards this trainer. Huh. Maybe Sören was in a placid mood for once? Or - Kris's carmine eyes settled on the female glameow who attempted to reclaim her owner - perhaps there was another reason.
"Glam~" Sören rumbled, a little scratchy, and lifted a paw to lightly pat the other cat's shoulder, trying to catch her attention.
Carefully, Kris let go of his satchel and its delicate cargo, letting it swing by his thigh instead. A little intrigued by Sören's peculiar behaviour, he leant forward slightly and rested his hands on his knees to get a closer look. "Is that girl yours?" He asked, glancing up at the young male, his gaze momentarily lingering on his steely gray eyes which his attention was passingly drawn too. "She's a very pretty one. Sören looks so bedraggled next to her."
A dull worry set in as he noticed how the Glameow reacted to his reaching hand and touch, his frown deepening just the slightest. He recognized the signs of an abused or neglected animal that was wary of humans and his heart ached for the little guy. Machiko also seemed to notice, Yami saw her pause a bit at the male’s reaction and glanced at him from the corner of her eyes before continuing her insistent mewling for him to leave this dingy kitty alone. They were both taken off guard however, when another male voice spoke up stating the feline pokemon wasn’t good with being petted. Grey eyes glanced up and narrowed slightly on the blonde only narrowing further when he stated the feline wasn’t afraid to scratch. Scratching just behind the kitten’s ear where Machiko sometimes liked to be scratched he pulled away and sat up straight, gazing at the male as he spoke up. “Yes I imagine he does…after all signs of abuse and neglect usually include that.” His voice was light an airy, keeping all accusatory tones out of it but still noticeably probing in its hinting ways.
Machiko easily dipped from beneath the Glameow’s paw, avoiding letting it touch her shoulder and hopping to Yami’s other side and washing her coat once more. She froze for a moment at suddenly having this human’s attention on her and her tail twitched in agitation, her feline eyes momentarily falling to the tattered Glameow back to the blonde human. However, she flicked her tail up at the male before leaning on Yami’s leg with her front two paws and kneading them. A soft musical mewl falling from her as she tried to get his attention. Yami distractedly picked her up, depositing her on his lap as he replied. “Yeah, Machiko is mine. Still somewhat of a baby though I imagine a little older than your kitten there.” His gaze lingered on sorry excuse for a Glameow for a moment, a frown once more pulling at his lips and his gaze sliding to the other. “I imagine a lot of pokemon would make him look bedraggled.” As an afterthought he murmured, “Thank you, heaven knows she likes being groomed almost daily.”
The feline purred in agreement as she sprawled on his lap, stretching out so her head hung over his knee a bit as she watched the male Glameow with bored disinterest. Her tail flicking with lazy twirls against Yami’s leg as she did so and he pet her distractedly as he took in the blonde male slowly, trying to figure out what was the story behind the male Glameow and this guy. Blinking he realized he hadn’t introduced himself and hesitated before leaning forward a bit, reaching out a slightly calloused hand to shake as he spoke. “I’m Kurayami, by the way…or well, just Yami is fine.”
Post by kristmar mortensen on Jul 7, 2015 15:23:36 GMT
what we know is almost nothing at all
At first Kristmar didn't notice the judgemental looks given to his scruffy pokémon. Well, he did and he didn't at the same time. It was normal for attention to unintentionally veer towards pokémon that looked a sore state, but Kris didn't suspect that the stranger could be possibly doubting his integrity as a Coordinator. It didn't occur to him that the possibility that he let his glameow get to this state hadn't been crossed out.
It wasn't until he followed the younger male's frown to his cat pokémon did it slightly dawn on him that... this could look a little bad for him. Because, like, yeah, looking from the outside, he was just a passing trainer with a sorry-looking creature in tow who showed numerous signs of neglect. Kris licked his lower lip a little uncertainly and watched Sören for a moment as he walked right up to the other trainer, sitting by his feet with his large eyes fixed on the pampered female.
"Ahaha... I suppose you're right. He does look quite a mess still." Still. Implying that Kris already knew of his pokémon's lackluster appearance and that he was likely taking action to correct it.
The willowy blonde straightened himself up slowly and brushed down the front of his simple baby blue T-shirt. He eyed the hand that was offered out to him to shake and glanced up at the male who introduced himself as Kurayami. Or just Yami. A peculiar name regardless.
"Kristmar." He replied, taking the hand in his and giving it a slightly harder squeeze as he shook it. "You've already met Sören. A stray who's recently came into my care so... he's a little disobedient." And in dismal shape. "Especially since I couldn't keep his sister who was also abandoned but who a friend took in instead."
Kristmar's explanation clearly hadn't been asked for, it was easily unneeded and was perhaps a bit sudden as well, but he felt as though it were necessary to clear his name. Sören's ear twitched in recognition of his new name being uttered but he was much more engrossed in this Kurayami's glameow. Carefully, he sat back on his hind legs and rested his front paws against the boy's leg, sitting upright so he could tentatively smell the female's scent at an approachable and cautious distance.
Yami quirked an eyebrow at the male when he stated ‘still’ upon his reply to his mention of abuse and neglect. His slightly narrowed eyes lessening a little more as he leaned back in his seat, gaze momentarily moving past Kris to nod at a couple who waved to him as they left the café. He hummed softly in acknowledgement to his words though and asked mildly curious, “He looked worse before?” His gaze fell towards the male kitten when he sat by him, Machiko’s own gaze falling towards the male and letting out a softly amused noise as he watched her. He rolled his eyes at the female, exasperated at her delight of having so much attention even if it was by a scruffy alley cat…or at least what appeared to be a scruffy alley cat. Thoughtfully, Yami ran a hand down her spine and earned a pleased purr as she stretched more fully under his hand in attempt to get closer to it.
He quirked an eyebrow at the hand shake he received, a crooked but slight smile curling his lips for the smallest moment before he let out a thoughtful noise. “Hmmm…Kristmar…is that native??” He had never actually heard anything like it before but perhaps it was a name particular to this place?? He wasn’t familiar with the area after all and was only just learning about the people in it.
A lot of the tension and suspicion he’d been carrying easily deflated upon hearing Kristmar’s explanation even though the other male hadn’t needed to give him one. This time a warm smile curled his lips as he murmured warmly, “That was pretty nice of you to take in an abandoned kitten even if you couldn’t get his sister as well.” He glanced down at the Glameow male when he felt small paws on his leg and it was just in time to snatch up Machiko as she made to swipe at the poor kitten’s paws, churlish noises leaving her lips as she glared at her human. “Sorry, she’s a bit…possessive.” Giving her a mild look he warned quietly, “Keep this up and Sei will be accompanying me from now on.” The feline gave him a moody look but hung limply in his grasp, allowing herself to be placed back in his lap and gave the male Glameow a considering look for a moment. Yami glanced back up at Kris with a little smile as he spoke up, “Just give it some times, neglected pokemon usually need to warm up considerably towards humans especially the feline types."
Without warning Machiko pounced, aiming to land on the tattered male before hopping off with a flick of her tail. She shook herself off before sniffing daintily in the air, walking away from the younger male to investigate the blonde human. Unimpressed with her slave at the moment and wanting to find someone else to shower attention on to her without all these…rules. Truly her human should know her better by now, especially using Sei against her like that. How rude.
Post by kristmar mortensen on Jul 8, 2015 11:33:18 GMT
what we know is almost nothing at all
There. That hadn't been too hard.
There small sensation of relief when his new acquaintance appeared to ease a little after Kris explained the reason behind his pokémon's poor appearance. It was a little disconcerting that, for a brief moment, he'd been doubted as a good trainer but it was understandable. Pokémon who showed signs of neglect would make any respectable trainer wary. At least that was cleared up now though, making Kris's tense shoulders relax slightly on seeing the male's expression warm a little as a result. Too right it'd been a nice thing to do; taking in the starving stray had been his good deed for the week... or maybe even for the whole month.
"His sister's in very good hands. She was a little more willing to be rescued," the blonde squinted a little as the female tried to swipe for the runtish kitten. "This one was a bit more reluctant." A bit... a lot more reluctant. It was probably why any progress was taking a little longer to be observed. The glameow ate and rested properly but he hadn't quite recovered yet from his ordeal... Kris imagined that it'd be a while before the cat trusted him enough to not sleep with one eye open.
A light chuckle left Kristmar at the pair's exchange, greatly amused at how it seemed as though he wasn't the only one with a glameow who possessed a difficult personality. His gentle laughter cut off abruptly when the girl landed on Sören though, practically flattening the weak bag of bones underneath her lissome bodice. He resumed though when the pounced cat began to pick himself up, apparently not bothered in the slightest and still perking his ears up with interest for the female. Apparently the poor cat didn't get the hint.
"It might take a while before he warms up though... I have a psychic pokémon so I was able to talk to him and his sister." A vague grimness muted the smile the blonde had been wearing and he squatted down so he could outstretch his hand towards the other glameow - Machiko - so she could smell it. "They were unwanted eggs that hatched. So they got thrown out by their parents' owner. He's very wary of humans as a result but... time'll tell, I suppose..." He trailed off and wiggled his fingers encouragingly at the glameow, regaining his smile. "Hello, cheeky girl. Are you picking on my poor Sören?"
Sören, undeterred, padded up to the side of the pretty girl and, again, cautiously tried to crane his head forward enough to catch the scent of her groomed pelt. His ears flattened a little in a slightly submissive gesture, wary of being lunged at again, and made the quietest chattering noise through his teeth.
"As for your question before... no, I'm not native." From where he crouched in his stonewashed grey jeans, Kris looked up at the darker-haired male. "I'm from a foreign continent but I've lived in Mauville since I was a teen. What about you though? Are you native to Hoenn?"
Yami huffed softly at his Glameow, shaking his head at her antics and noting to scold her later for that little stunt. Poor Glameow didn’t look like he could take too much damage and there she was pouncing on him with little to no care although he had an idea as to why. She was never very fond of him paying too much attention to others and right now most of his attention was on this Glameow and his trainer. He had no doubt she was not very pleased by that, Sei was different considering he was part of their party but otherwise any one else was just a no go. “Sorry about that. She’s not usually so brutal towards other pokemon.” Unless it was Sei but the espurr looked for it with how much he baited her. However, it was the first time Yami had seen her so actively lash out against another pokemon and he wondered if it had anything to do with how active the kitten was attempting to gain her attention.
A slow blink signaled Yami’s surprise at Kristmar’s words about having a psychic pokemon but a warm grin curled his lips as he leaned back once more in his seat. “You have a psychic pokemon? That’s pretty lucky.” He looked down at the two felines and chuckled, “I’m sure with the help of your psychic pokemon things will be a little easier. I know Sei makes my life in understanding pokemon a lot easier because he’s a psychic type.” Softening his grin to a reassuring smile he ran a hand through his bangs as he spoke, “Don’t worry too much about it. I’ve seen a few cases like this and the pokemon always end up for the better with a little TLC from their trainer. Just don’t give up on him.” His time with Birch has taught him a few things and the condition of abused pokemon was one of them as sad as he was to have seen it but it was an experience and he wasn’t one to condemn an experience.
Machiko gave the hand outstretched to her a considering look before watched the blonde human for a moment. Her tail lazily twirling before she yawned and pushed her head under his hand instead of smelling it like it was offered for. If he was going to take her human’s attention away from her he might as well do her the favor of being useful and giving her attention. At his words she gave him a rather bland look, not humored by it at all and nibbled at his fingertips lightly in reprimand. She wasn’t picking on him, she was trying to toughen him up. What kind of Glameow went about following a female like they hadn’t any pride? Glameow were the top feline pokemon, they deserved all the pride they had with their pretty coats and exquisite strength. Then there was this one. The feline was just about to lash out at the male again before she paused, a small mewl that was more a sigh than anything escaping her. Instead she stayed still long enough for him to get a whiff before batting him lightly with her tail and slipping away towards her trainer once more.
The brunette’s gaze was drawn from the two felines when Kris spoke up and he smiled, storing that bit of information away as he studied the crouching male. His gaze locked on ruby eyes and he vaguely noted the man in front of him was rather good looking now that he had a closer look and he wasn’t judging him based on the Glameow’s appearance. There was something a little graceful about him and the way he moved but Yami brushed that off a moment later when his question was bounced back at him. He blinked for a moment a little caught off guard before humming thoughtfully. “No not to Hoenn. I lived in the Kanto Region before but my dad lived in a different continent.” He hesitated as curiosity rose and he quirked an eyebrow at the male, “When you were a teen? Could have sworn you were around my age. Don’t tell me I’ve been talking to one of those stuffy grown-ups this whole time.” His voice held a teasing lilt as he spoke, a crooked grin curling the corners of his lips as he reached down and settled Machiko back in his lap where he could keep an eye on her.
Post by kristmar mortensen on Jul 8, 2015 22:48:53 GMT
what we know is almost nothing at all
Psychic pokémon certainly made things easier at times; if there was something bothering one of the other members of his team he could know instantly, not having to struggle with the communication barrier between pokémon and trainer, especially since Kris hadn't had them long enough to forge that deeper bond yet where a trainer just... knew. Of course though, the telepathic link he could have with Adelaide was occasionally abused by his cheekier pokémon, but they never meant any harm by it.
"Ja, psychic types help a lot. What pokémon is this Sei?" Kris inquired, keeping their light conversation moving out of genuine curiosity as well. He didn't encounter too many other trainers with psychic types. "Mine's Adelaide, a young ralts. She's at the pokécenter resting right now though." He'd been relying on her a fair amount recently and, at some point, had even surpassed his gible despite being hatched after the dragon had come into his possession. It probably had something to do with having raised her from an egg; she was more obedient and docile, much easier to handle in battle compared to his other recent captures.
Kris wrinkled his nose with fondness as the glameow nibbled his fingers with her tiny sharp teeth after rubbing against his hand. It didn't even vaguely hurt and he found the action more endearing than anything. He just wiggled his nibbled fingertips and gave a faint chuckle. "Cheeky," he murmured softly and lifted his eyes back up to Kurayami, a light sigh leaving his lungs. "I'm not going to give up on him though. It's only been a week, after all... he looks a little healthier, at least, and he's eating and sleeping fine." He was probably just missing his sister though, which Kris wouldn't be surprised about. Sören tentatively wandered up to his trainer as he spoke once Machiko sauntered back off to Kurayami, his nose lightly touching Kris' hand as he sniffed that as well, curiously trying to capture as much of the female's scent as he could.
It seemed as though the other wasn't from Hoenn and that Kris probably knew this region better than he did. Kanto was an interesting place though, he'd holidayed in Celadon and Vermillion once each but... that had to be years ago now.
Kristmar gently ran his hand over his glameow's back, the feline allowing it as Machiko's scent was wiped onto his dull fur, and he squinted slightly as his fingers passed over his spine, able to feel each small vertebrae under his skin. Sören's tail gave a content wag and he lay himself down on his stomach, after blinking one last time up at the female he began to lick his front paws, grooming them. After watching him for a moment, Kris' gaze wandered back up to the shorter-haired male with a humoured look. His lips twisted into a faint lop-sided smirk and his thin eyebrows relaxed.
"Stuffy grown-up? I hope I don't look like one of those already." He gave an amused snort and shook his head, slowly standing himself back up straight in a single fluid movement. Kris brushed down his shirt and took a step closer. "I'm twenty so... only just an adult. Why? Are you a diddy teenager or something?"
The brunet quirked an eyebrow in mild amusement but hummed in agreement to Kristmar’s words before he blinked at his question. Unthinkingly he reached down and stroked the pokeball attached to his belt where his starter pokemon rested most likely contently. They’d bonded fairly quickly, the espurr’s personality blooming rapidly under his gentle and sarcastic remarks. Tapping it lightly before letting his fingers fall back to his guitar Yami replied, “Sei’s my starter, an espurr pokemon.” He strummed a few chords on the guitar, making up a little melody as he gave the other male a curious look as he murmured questioningly, “What type of pokemon was your starter??” Yami listened attentively at Kristmar’s words about his own psychic pokemon and grinned. It was a cute name and Ralts was definitely a pretty adorable pokemon to have…he wondered vaguely what type of trainer was Kristmar. “She sounds like a pretty amazing pokemon. Maybe if we meet again we can show them to each other?” After a second or two of thought he added, “So I figure you’re a trainer but…what kind? You don’t exactly strike me as the battling only type.”
Yami watched his feline interact with Kristmar before simply watched the way Kristmar handled his little Queen Bee, unable to keep a small smile from his lips in answer the to the blonde’s own. It was a pretty sweet sight and the fact Machiko didn’t seem too aggressive with him made Yami relax immensely before he looked down at Sӧren. He watched the cautious kitten and smiled a little sadly that the Glameow had to go through anything so traumatic after Kristmar spoke, a soft noise of agreement lilting from his lips as he murmured distractedly, “That’s for the best then.” His steel colored eyes glancing back up at the kitten’s trainer and decided to move the conversation to lighter topics no longer wanting to dwell on the sad reality that was Kristmar’s Glameow. “Were you here for the festival??” It was rather sudden and drastically different but he kept his tone light and friendly as though it was the logical transition from their darker more grim conversation. He rarely liked dwelling on things like that, even when he had helped Birch he’d made sure to always keep the conversations light to they didn’t upset the nearby pokemon working with them or that they’d been working on. It wouldn’t have been healthy for them after all.
Machiko watched the feline and Kristmar from her position sprawled on Yami’s lap, eyes zoning in on Kristmar slowing down where the feline was skinnier. She let out a low discontent sound before settling again when Sӧren settled down to groom himself. She watched him for a while, taking in everything he didn’t before letting out another discontent sound at how he groomed himself before letting out a sound similar to a sigh. Gunmetal colored eyes flickered towards her with mild amusement at all the noise his feline was making before she was suddenly leaping from his lap. Machiko delicately made her way over to the other Glameow and plopped down in front of him, giving him a mild look as she considered him. She let out a small but obviously annoyed ‘mrow’ to let the male know her displeasure before she nudged his face away slightly with a paw, setting about grooming him herself. Deciding she might as well show him the correct way and content herself in showing off if she was going to grow through with it.
Lips quirking for a second in amusement Yami took in how contrary to her rough and rather aggressive behavior towards the male, she was careful in her grooming as she took notice of how skinny he was. His eyes flickered up and met ruby red eyes once more as he quirked an eyebrow at Kristmar’s humored look, knowing exactly what he’d found amusing as his words had meant to be a tease. It was good to know the blonde had a sense of humor unlike some people.
Continuing the tease at Krismtar’s words Yami replied easily, “You might not look like one but I hear that some people who already start separating themselves from their teens are horribly stuffy.” His crooked grin became more pronounced as he spoke, his head tilting slightly as he watched the other male closely. At the male’s words he let out a little laugh, making a thoughtful sound as he playfully acted as though he had to think about that before he shrugged casually, “Maybe I am~ You’ll have to tell me if you think I am. I get mixed reviews.” He chuckled once more before he gestured towards the café, “You wanna get something and sit?” He arched an eyebrow at the male as he continued, “I don’t think you want to be standing all this time…if you intend to stay and talk that is.” Yami shrugged, acting he wouldn’t care either way even though a part of him liked the idea of having some company that wasn’t just his pokemon or someone wanting to battle if even for a little while.
Post by kristmar mortensen on Jul 10, 2015 1:54:30 GMT
what we know is almost nothing at all
Hmm... espurrs. He didn't know much about those pokémon, to be truthful. He knew that they boasted of an impressive psychic power, hidden under their ears, but they didn't strike him as the most friendly pokémon with that... eerily vacant look that they always seemed to have. But with the slightly fond way Kurayami spoke of Sei, he guessed that wasn't entirely the case. "I got a gible for my starter, Deimos, he's at the pokécenter too though." Kris said with a little sigh, letting his mind wander to whether or not his team was resting well. "Next time I bump into you I'll show you my actual team. Adelaide is a sweetheart." And one of the very few pokémon in his possession that helped him keep his patience with the rest at times. "And nope, I'm not just the battling type. Coordinating is where my real interest is."
The sudden change of topic was just that. Sudden. But not unwelcomed. The subject that was his glameow's poor start at life wasn't exactly the most light-hearted of ones so, without missing a beat, Kris put on a smile and readily humoured the new direction their conversation was going in.
"The festival? Yeah, I was there. I did some battling and went on one of the cave explorations... I even got a snivy egg out of it." The blonde's hands pulled back the flap on his satchel, revealing the snivy egg that was delicately nestled in warm swathes of a fleecy blanket. Not wanting to disturb it too much, his movements were slow and gentle and he took the opportunity to fix where the blanket had slid down as he'd walked, exposing its pale green shell a little more than he liked. "What about you? I don't think I saw you about." Although, then again, the festival had been absolutely teeming with trainers; it'd be no surprise if they just hadn't happened to cross paths during it.
Sören, seeing the female advancing in his direction after hopping off her trainer's lap, lowered his head a little, his eyes fixed on her in spite of continuing his subpar grooming. Kristmar's attention was brought down to the pair as well, wary that Kurayami's glameow would seize the chance to lash at his one in some way but... ended up finding his expression softening in surprise and complete endearment.
If that wasn't the sweetest thing he'd seen in a while.
A soft noise, an 'aww'ing sound, left his lips as Sören's widened eyes darted about, going to his trainer, fleeing to what to he could see of the female, then to her owner and then back again. Hesitantly, the kitten slowly lowered his head to rest his chin on his front paws. It'd been... a while since another pokémon had groomed him. His sister used to do it but she had been in as weak a state as he'd been, plus it'd been more out of a feeble attempt to comfort her older brother. Sören had forgotten how... innocently pleasant it was to have his fur tended to by someone else and how nice it felt. It was comforting and... warm.
Sören's ear twitched at a faint 'click' that came from his trainer, unaware that Kris was holding his pokénav up to snap a quick picture while he could of the two glameows, and slowly allowed himself to close his eyes, deciding to just enjoy the simple pleasure of another cat's attention. A scratchy, almost dusty, purring rumbled quietly in his throat, barely audible but there.
Pleased with the photo he'd taken which, when he had a chance, he'd later share with Bunny, Kris let his focus be directed back to Kurayami and his teasing. He gave a gentle snort and tilted his head forward a little, exaggerating the unimpressed yet amused look he was giving him.
"Yes, you got me." Kristmar drawled with humoured sarcasm. "I'm a stuffy old adult and you're a diddy insolent teen loitering about in the street with a guitar." But now he was curious... how old was Kurayami actually? He was a teenager, that was certain now but... that didn't narrow it down much. Either way, the male was good company; he seemed like an interesting person who definitely didn't come off as even remotely boring. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to linger a little longer, he supposed after hearing his innocent request. Kristmar gave a roll of his shoulders and dropped his gaze to the two cats. "Sure, I could get something and hang for a little longer. Kinda don't want... to separate these two just yet anyway."
Post by Yami Tasogare on Jul 12, 2015 17:49:56 GMT
i wake at the first cringe of morning
and my heart's already sinned
Gible, Gible…that was a dragon type right?? He whistled slightly impressed and murmured, “That’s pretty cool. Definitely can’t wait to see them if we bump into each other again.” He Smiled lightly at the way he spoke about his Ralts and chuckled, “A sweetheart, huh? Maybe she’ll help temper my Sei a bit then.” As much as he adored the psychic type, he was pretty sure his sassy nature was rubbing off on the Espurr. He glanced away for a moment when a man peeked his head out the café, the owner, and seemed to check up on him to make sure everything was fine. He gave a little wave of reassurance before the man went back in looking satisfied and his attention went back to the blonde in time to hear him say he was a coordinator. A slow pleased grin curled Yami’s lips and he offered a hand out to shake in easy comrade as he stated, “Well then it’s definitely a pleasure to meet another Coordinator. I thought you had that feel about you but I couldn’t be quite sure.”
His eyes glinted with mild amusement as he spoke up once more, “I guess I’m going to have to keep my eye on you for sure now.” His words held the slightest tease within it but his smile was warm and friendly. He may aim to be a coordinator but he didn’t have too much of a competitive streak in him but when it came down to it, he could battle or compete when necessary. He soon changed the subject to the festival though, not wanting to linger on their more grim conversation from earlier and he got a nice surprise in answer to his question. His eyes widened slightly as they landed on the egg and he made a soft sound of awe, eyes tracing the shape and design of it before he leaned away. A mildly impressed smile settling upon his features as he looked at Kristmar in bemusement. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you. You been at this long since it sounds like you’ve got quite a bit of experience under your belt?” At his question aimed back at him Yami blinked before giving the smaller male a warm smile, gesturing to his equipment and guitar as he spoke. “I was around but not involved too much. Just kind of earning some money by performing and getting familiar with my pokemon.”
Machiko’s ears swiveled towards the sound of the soft ‘click’ recognizing the sound as that strange contraption Yami also carried sometimes. However, she didn’t cease in her grooming even when she felt the other kitten tense slightly as though surprised. She let out a low sound in her throat to let him know to just relax as she continued her grooming of his person, her nose wrinkling from time to time when she came upon a spot the particularly displeased her…usually when she could feel more bone under her tongue than muscle and skin. The young-ish Glameow paused for a moment when she heard something, belatedly realizing it was the male purring after a moment. Her ears fell flat against her skull for a quick second before she settled down on her haunches and continued grooming the feline pokemon. Really she sometimes wondered what humans were thinking but then…she decided not to dwell on it. Her human slave was a good one and…perhaps this male’s human slave would be a good one as well. Yami seemed to like the male well enough.
Yami couldn’t help the warmth that bloomed in his chest at the sight of the two feline’s and vowed to reward Machiko for what she did. She might not realize it but she did a very good job with that little gesture even if she might not have meant to. His eyes flickered up and locked onto the male a soft chuckle escaping him at Kristmar’s words and he cocked his head to the side a bit playfully. “Yes that sounds like a great way to describe us actually. I think you’ve actually hit the nail on the head.” His gunmetal colored eyes glittered mischievously as he grinned at the other male before he invited him to stay a little longer. He watched as the male seemed to debate it and Yami honestly felt relieved that at least Kristmar was actually thinking about it instead of outright shooting him down. His eyes fell to the grooming felines just as Kristmar spoke up and he gazed at the other male with an amused smile, “They are pretty precious looking like that…I wonder how long it’ll last.” If he knew Machiko as well as he thought he did…not long, at least not yet.
The brunette stood up fluidly from his seat, carefully placing his guitar down behind him on it and stretching with a tired groan. “Man, I’ve been there almost all day. It’s about time I move from that spot anyway.” He settled his guitar into its case and swung it over his shoulders just as the man came out again and Yami gestured to the stuff, letting the owner know he was done with it. Looking at Kristmar he gestured inside, “After you?” His gaze flickered towards the pokemon and as though feeling it. Machiko lifted her head noticing them getting ready to go inside the café. The feline nipped the kitten’s ear to get him to follow and trotted behind their humans, tail swaying lazily behind her.
Steel gray eyes rested on Kristmar as he held the door open for them, the man slipping past to get the equipment, and asked. “So you planning on going against the gym leader?? I know I’ve seen a couple people go against ‘em.”
Post by kristmar mortensen on Jul 13, 2015 11:58:21 GMT
what we know is almost nothing at all
Almost all day playing the guitar? Kristmar watched closely at the male put his instrument back. It took a certain level of talent to play for so long - since it required an ample repertoire and practised fingers - and he found himself wondering how long Kurayami had been playing. Kris dabbled a fair bit with a guitar, although singing was more his forte, but more so when he'd been younger, before he'd joined that circus parade called Magma. As Kurayami hoisted the case over his back, he casually let his ruby eyes glance over his full frame now that he was stood up and the two things he noticed was, firstly, the male was apparently slightly taller and, secondly, that he wasn't in too bad a shape.
Sören, lulled into a drowsy and comforted state with the grooming, flinched a little on having his ear nipped all of a sudden. He blinked his large eyes open and saw their trainers beginning to head inside, Machiko following after them. With an awkward scramble of bones and pointy joints, Sören got to his feet and scampered after the female, staying closely behind her, wary of going into a building that contained even more humans.
"Mhm," he hummed in reply to Kurayami's question, his gaze leaving him in favour of scanning the bustling café. He glanced back at Sören who, in spite of being visibly cautious and unsure of this place, seemed alright next to the female. "I'm thinking of challenging Norman soon. I just need the last little bit of training and I think we'll be ready."
There was a free table over near one of the café's windows that a waitress was wiping down, having only just being unoccupied, and Kris silently gestured towards it before making his way over anyway. He slid into one of the seats and patted the one next to him for his Glameow to hop up onto but he stubbornly stayed stood next to his new female friend.
"I didn't start training pokémon of my own until I was around sixteen so... I think I'm a little slower at training than most. M'still learning." And he chose to omit the small detail that it'd been Magma that'd officially played part in getting Kristmar started in the world of pokémon. His father, a retired reptile pokémon coordinator turned breeder who met Kris' mother when he'd been visiting his country of origin, had tried getting his son interested but to no real avail. "What about you?" Kris asked, leaning his chin into the palm of his hand and distractedly flicking over the small menu with the other. When the waitress came back, he'd order a carbonated lemonade with ice and a jam doughnut. "I should probably go watch a couple of the challengers battle the gym leader too before I give it a go myself."
Post by Yami Tasogare on Jul 16, 2015 12:28:15 GMT
i wake at the first cringe of morning
and my heart's already sinned
At Kristmar’s words about only needing a little more training for the gym Yami quirked an eyebrow in curiosity, his gaze vaguely flickering to the blonde’s Glameow. No he definitely probably wouldn’t be using the poor kitten in that and it only made Yami more curious about what the blonde’s team was like. Humming thoughtfully, Yami murmured softly “Maybe next time we meet you can put that training to use and we can see how my pokemon do against yours? A friendly battle of sorts?” He paused as though just thinking of something before smiling warmly as he murmured, “It can help us both with our training towards the gym.” A part of him vaguely wondered at the reason he kept making excuses for them to see each other again, usually he wouldn’t even think twice about it. However, the other part of him brushed off the question just boiling it down to his tiredness of being alone for so long without proper company and Kristmar being the first one to actually humor him. Not many people he’s met on the way had been interested in simply striking up a random conversation just for the sake of it.
His gaze flickered over towards the table Kristmar gestured to and nodded, clicking to get Machiko’s attention when she began to wander towards something that smelled heavenly. Her ears flicked back at the sound and she huffed lightly before coming back to him, following them to the table. Yami sat down comfortably in one of the seats and quirked an eyebrow at the female but she merely picked her way between their feet and settled herself under the table. Curling up in a corner and watching the other feline expectantly as she waited for him to join her, well aware that her human would be more than aware of them and therefore wouldn’t accidentally kick them. Yami was used to her picking to curl up under the table instead of simply resting up beside him on a chair. Granted a part of him felt like that had something to do with how Sei tended to claim the seat next to him usually and became moody the moment she got close to it.
Yami hummed in interest as Kristmar spoke about when he’d started training pokemon and let a wistful smile curl his lips. Since sixteen huh, he felt like he got a late start then well…it wasn’t felt he had gotten a late start if only because he’d been more focused on other things. At the question aimed at him Yami hesitated for a quick moment before shrugging and looking over the menu distractedly. “Mmm…I’ve only just gotten into training pokemon so…I seriously got a late start I guess.” The statement was accompanied with a soft chuckle before he continued on, “My mom was the one who got me interested actually. She showed me some of her tapes from when she used to be a Coordinator and I guess I just got hooked.” He shrugged his shoulders slightly before looking up when the waitress came, he waited for Kristmar to order what he wanted before ordering a Bavarian Kreme and Clementine Izzy. He got an amused look for his order but she wrote it down nonetheless and walked away.
Steel colored eyes flickered back up towards the other male at his words and he gave him a crooked grin, amusement reading in every line. “Yeah, it’s a bit helpful so I definitely guarantee it. Training isn’t everything, you need to observe others too.” At least that’s what he’d been learning as of late whenever he watched someone battle and then went against someone. He leaned back in his seat, throwing his arm back over the chair but being mindful of his guitar case beside him as he watched the male across from him. “So are you specializing in a type for your team or just catching whatever comes your way??”
