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Senri Harada
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Posts: 82
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Class 1: Ace Trainer
Class 2: Scrapper
Class 3: Tactician
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Post by Senri Harada on May 9, 2018 9:38:49 GMT -6
 TAKE EVERY SINGLE TEAR FOR ALL THE WORLD TO HEAR Senri figured that his team was pretty good enough to challenge their first gym, but the longer he stayed in Stellara, the more he found himself in less of a rush to go through the whole thing. Maybe he just wanted to feel as prepared as he could, or maybe it was because he hadn't explored the whole region yet. Or maybe it was because he had already gone through it once, and the adrenaline of doing the whole thing had been fizzled out. Hm, he was laying on the grass, staring at the sky as he mulled it over. It was the only thing he could think of doing though--the whole challenge the gyms thing--otherwise he wouldn't be here. He might as well go home. But nah, he wasn't that deep into the rabbit hole. He would still fight and he would overcome, and then he would trouble himself over what to do next. And then he felt a weight jump on his chest. "Ow!""(Daydreaming again?)" Hikaru asked, ignoring his groan. His trainer let out a sigh. "Thinking.""(You've been thinking a lot lately.)" his Minun was the only one out of his Poke Ball at the moment, but since they were planning on camping on this particular site for the evening, he was going to let out the other Pokemon later to eat. Kind of like an evening picnic of sorts, and he wasn't afraid of something attacking them since he had Hikaru to shock them into submission. Still, he supposed it was better to be cautious. One could never be too sure on what food could attract from the forest. For all he knew, a person could jump out on them instead of a Pokemon. Now wouldn't that be an irony? "I'm always thinking."There was little else he could say, but he kept himself busy by preparing the impromptu campsite. He let out Bumi first to get the fire going after he collected some wood and stone. After that, he put down his backpack and took out the mini pot and all that other good stuff. Some stew would be good for tonight. Sometimes Senri just felt that getting away from the city helped him reflect on things better. With the water, cream, and ingredients in the pot, it didn't take long for a savoury aroma to waft in the air. Bumi was very much tempted to try to get a taste, but his trainer made sure that he was nowhere near the pot. "Hey, remember. Look out duty."The Magby grumbled, faced away from the fire, and sat on the ground with his arms crossed. Senri sighed, almost forgetting that Bumi was quite young. He was glad that he was getting more used to wild environments, however. He remembered the first time he tried to take him out in a forest he almost set the whole place on fire, yikes. Good thing the majority of his team consisted of water types. But the peacefulness wasn't going to last the whole evening. His pouting got disrupted by a movement that made the Magby cautious. His stiffened body language quickly alerted Hikaru and so his ears perked up. Was there someone behind the bushes..?
[HIKARU] the Minun Lv 15 - Discharge, Nuzzle, Play Nice, Spark, Quick Attack, Encore [MITSURU] the Piplup
Lv 15 - Pound, Growl, Bubble, Water Sport, Peck [FUWA] the Drifloon Lv 16 - Constrict, Minimize, Astonish, Gust, Focus Energy, Payback [YUTA] the Oshawott
Lv 9 - Tackle, Tail Whip, Water Gun [MIMI] the Buneary Lv 11 - Frustration, Defence Curl, Splash, Pound, Foresight, Endure [BUMI] the Magby
Lv 12 - Smog, Leer, Ember, Smokescreen, Feint Attack |
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Damian Rook
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The basis of optimism is sheer terror.
Posts: 31
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Class 1: Brutalist
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Class 3: Breeder
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Post by Damian Rook on May 9, 2018 23:45:30 GMT -6
the basis of optimism
After the clown fiesta that was his trip into Vega City, Damian was strangely happy to be back in the wilderness. His Pokemon roamed freely within his vicinity, the newest member - Zorua - orbiting with an intentional extreme closeness.
The tiny Pokemon maintained a perpetual squint as he took up various positions around his new trainer, a muffled growl occasionally rumbling from his fluffy chest. Protectiveness was a trait Damian hadn't expected to find in the notorious "tricky fox," though he found himself quite admiring the fiery spirit. He only hoped it would grow in a positive direction.
Bagon had taken point a good four of five feet ahead of him, looking around contentedly. Salandit seemed to be trying to get a rise out of him by darting in and out of bushes, tagging him occasionally on the way, but his reaction couldn't be less. Still, Salandit carried on.
A small sound disrupted the calm. It drew out longer and longer, culminating in a rather obvious gurgle. Zorua whipped around to stare directly at Damian. The trainer grinned as a small blush rose to his cheeks.
"You, uh, don't smell that?"
In fact, his entire Pokemon team had picked up on the scent long before him and were leading him directly to it. The whole gang hadn't eaten since bailing out of Vega City the night before. The promise of food had pulled them along quite irresistibly, without a second thought.
Aware that the smell of cooking food obviously meant other humans, Damian felt a bead of anxiety beginning to form in his stomach. Still, it was too late to back out now.
Soon the forest brightened, signalling a small clearing ahead. Damien felt his legs resisting him, but he continued traipsing forward, trusting that his Pokemon wouldn't lead him into any danger.
Caught up in his emotions, he heard a twig snap. Several, in fact, and leaves crinkled beneath his boots and flew up in the wake of his speeding Salandit.
They were being so obvious.
He sighed, and wasted no time in crossing the last of the brush - directly in the line of sight of what had to be a trainer and his entourage of Pokemon.
Hoping to seem friendly in order to get some of that delicious-smelling food, he lifted a hand in a lazy wave.
"You wouldn't happen to, um, cater, would you?" His voice was somewhat raspy from the extended lack of use, and he still struggled with speaking at a decent volume. He hoped the stranger heard him.
is sheer terror [5] SALANDIT: scratch, poison gas, ember, fake out[5] BAGON: rage, ember[5] ZORUA: scratch, leer, pursuit, snatch
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Senri Harada
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82 Posts
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Posts: 82
Likes: 17
Class 1: Ace Trainer
Class 2: Scrapper
Class 3: Tactician
EXP: 1
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Post by Senri Harada on May 10, 2018 8:36:11 GMT -6
TAKE EVERY SINGLE TEAR FOR ALL THE WORLD TO HEAR Of course, Senri was the last person to have noticed something was up. He had only turned to the direction of his Pokemon moments before the stranger decided to step into view. His Minun and Magby immediately went into battle mode, taking stances and--for the case of Hikaru--firing a few sparks of electricity from his cheek sacs. Senri, however, wasn't immediately on guard. If anything he took several moments to size up the new guy and deliberate on his words. It was most likely that he was just hungry and didn't prepare as well as he did, but he too looked like a trainer with his hoard of Pokemon. He hoped that was all of them, otherwise there might not be enough mouhths to feed. As any all-too trusting, good-natured person would do, he showed a smile at the other man, "I don't think my cooking is good enough to cater, but I did bring a few extra bowls just in case." he then turned to his Pokemon, "Stand down, guys. We don't need to shock everything that comes out of the bushes."Hikaru let out a whine, but he did as told, running back to his trainer's side and taking a big whiff at the boiling stew. Bumi immediately approached the newcomers with piqued interest, especially because these were Pokemon he hadn't seen before. He tried his best not to get too excited though since he might spew out a bit of fire, which meant burning people and that was bad. Senri waved the group to come closer to the campfire. "So, what brings you to this part of the region at night? Usually people would be at home or at the Pokemon Center if you're a trainer. You are a trainer, right? Or are you just a traveler?" he hoped that the chatter would put the man at ease since he looked like he had it rough.
[HIKARU] the Minun Lv 15 - Discharge, Nuzzle, Play Nice, Spark, Quick Attack, Encore [MITSURU] the Piplup
Lv 15 - Pound, Growl, Bubble, Water Sport, Peck [FUWA] the Drifloon Lv 16 - Constrict, Minimize, Astonish, Gust, Focus Energy, Payback [YUTA] the Oshawott
Lv 9 - Tackle, Tail Whip, Water Gun [MIMI] the Buneary Lv 11 - Frustration, Defence Curl, Splash, Pound, Foresight, Endure [BUMI] the Magby
Lv 12 - Smog, Leer, Ember, Smokescreen, Feint Attack |
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Damian Rook
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The basis of optimism is sheer terror.
Posts: 31
Likes: 7
Class 1: Brutalist
Class 2: Scrapper
Class 3: Breeder
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Post by Damian Rook on May 12, 2018 13:29:13 GMT -6
the basis of optimism
Damian felt his eyes widen at the sight of the battle-ready Pokemon. Shoulders tense, he knew at least one member of his own party would happily dive into the fray. With a sidelong glance at Zorua, he realized the small fox was, thankfully, taking a purely defensive stance at the point of his team. Salandit was peering somewhat comically from the bushes and Bagon looked his usual bored self.
Another blessing was granted when the other trainer called them all off. Damian's own group took the cue as well, and Salandit came up to greet the curious Magby. Zorua let a high-pitched growl escape his chest, but it ceased at the snap of Damian's fingers. The little creature continued his dutiful sniffing in silence while Salandit had already deemed the Magby a friend and was skittering in circles around it.
Still feeling tension in his shoulders, Damian walked somewhat nervously over to the beckoning trainer. Bagon followed a few feet behind, apparently uninterested in all the new faces. A thought crossed the trainer's mind: perhaps Bagon did want to goof around, but thought it unbecoming of a dragon type. It was worth addressing some time.
The bombardment of questions did nothing to ease the young man, but he knew it was only fair, even from someone perfectly well-meaning. After all, he knew very well just what kind of person he looked like: a delinquent, a transient, a vagabond. Given the choice, Damian wouldn't get within 20 feet of himself.
Still, he hesitated with any answers, partially from feeling overwhelmed - it really didn't take much where other people were concerned - and partially because he was living a complete lie.
"I, um, I just- His voice cracked. Heat rose to his cheeks and he looked away. "I'm just a traveler." Unable to meet the other man's eyes, he sat on the grass just within the campfire's warmth. Bagon plopped down next to him quite unceremoniously. Comforted somewhat by the unconditional company, Damian found himself curiously studying the other man's Pokemon without considering how it might look.
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Post by Senri Harada on May 13, 2018 9:45:01 GMT -6
TAKE EVERY SINGLE TEAR FOR ALL THE WORLD TO HEAR It didn't look like these folk were used to friendly strangers, Senri thought. They still looked kind of tense, though at least one of their Pokemon was already making friends with Bumi, who seemed to be dancing with the skittering Salandit. Senri was admittedly surprised though to see a Bagon and a Zorua with him. Those two Pokemon were particularly prized in the competititve world, and the trainer could only think of the dominating Salamence and the cunning, swift Zoroark. Ah well, he supposed competitive battling never did leave his life. He did spend some years in the Battle Institution in Kalos, after all. This guy didn't look like he was a battler though. Or at least, the kind that Senri was thinking of. Everyone was a fighter in their own right; the challenges simply varied. Senri felt a twinge of guilt at seeing the other man stammer, however. Oh, was he being overbearing? He had thought that his questions were innocent enough. He didn't really move much closer to the campfire either, keeping distance and looking at their Pokemon interact. He nodded as if trying his best to understand the other person's situation with so little to go on, "I guess talking to other people can be exhausting." he concluded. He then checked the stew, which looked like it was pretty much ready. He then silently picked up one of the bowls, poured some soup with the ladle, and then outstretched his hand to give the soup to the stranger. If he didn't take it, well, he would've placed it on the ground, but whichever happened, he'd immediately realize that he forgot to get a spoon and turn his back on him to grab one from his duffel bag. "Oh right, I'm sure the others would like to come out now." he didn't bring all of his Pokemon with him now that he had more than six. His team was now tailored for a bit more balance, but he still had two water types. Still, he figured that he should allow Yuta some more time to explore the world around him since he had spent a great deal of his life trapped in the underground lake. With another nod (mostly to himself), he grabbed his Poke Balls and let out his four other Pokemon. Hikaru, on the other hand, had been watching the stranger and his Pokemon the whole time with narrow eyes. The other Pokemon immediately gathered in a circle around the stew, crying happily that they were going to eat. They noticed that there was someone they didn't know amongst them, but considering that Senri made friends pretty easily, they just said hi and whispered to themselves, not making too much of a fuss on it.
[HIKARU] the Minun Lv 15 - Discharge, Nuzzle, Play Nice, Spark, Quick Attack, Encore [MITSURU] the Piplup
Lv 15 - Pound, Growl, Bubble, Water Sport, Peck [FUWA] the Drifloon Lv 16 - Constrict, Minimize, Astonish, Gust, Focus Energy, Payback [YUTA] the Oshawott
Lv 9 - Tackle, Tail Whip, Water Gun [MIMI] the Buneary Lv 11 - Frustration, Defence Curl, Splash, Pound, Foresight, Endure [BUMI] the Magby
Lv 12 - Smog, Leer, Ember, Smokescreen, Feint Attack |
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Damian Rook
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31 Posts
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The basis of optimism is sheer terror.
Posts: 31
Likes: 7
Class 1: Brutalist
Class 2: Scrapper
Class 3: Breeder
EXP: 0
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Post by Damian Rook on May 19, 2018 22:34:30 GMT -6
the basis of optimism
Seeing his Pokemon socializing in their own right eased the tension in Damian's shoulders somewhat. He felt a small bud of inspiration in his own heart to follow their lead. Perhaps the least he could do was get along with another human.
He turned back to the stranger in time to see him offering a bowl of stew. A brief hesitation, and then Damian reached up to take it. "Thank you," he said softly, smiling gently as the warmth from the bowl spread to his palms.
His gaze fell to the contents of the bowl as the other trainer turned away. Strange thoughts - thoughts he hadn't let himself have in years - began sprouting in his mind. He felt the urge to stamp them out.. but resisted for now. This stranger had been incredibly civil so far. In fact, the boy turned back and offered him a spoon, which Damian took with another small smile.
The other trainer released what Damian assumed to be the rest of his team. All of them looked quite healthy, and their excitement around the stew pot brought a bigger, genuine smile to Damian's face. This was the kind of thing he wanted from his own life: to be surrounded by Pokemon and nature and good food. An unfamiliar feeling seeped into his heart. He recoiled from it briefly, scared - then, realizing what it was, tried to relax and accept it. It worked, sort of.
Salandit and Zorua came to join the gathering at the pot, Zorua preferring a spot near Damian and Salandit sliding right into the nearest open space. Bagon stayed sitting near his trainer, though his gaze was firmly fixed on the pot of stew, its delicious aroma saturating the air around them.
Damian looked to the other trainer and did something he hadn't done in years; he offered a name. "I'm Lucas." Still the lie, but Damian had always preferred not to offer any information that wasn't absolutely necessary. He felt a knot of fear in his belly at the action, but forged on. "I, um, want to be a, breeder some day," he said haltingly. "Your Pokemon, look very well cared for." He looked back down to his meal and took a bite to cover up his discomfort.
Frankly, it was the most delicious thing he could remember eating.
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