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Post by Gasai Yuno on Dec 24, 2010 9:51:13 GMT -5
Subeinu was walking around in the ball room not paying much attention to the people that were around. There were so much unknown to him there that he felt uncomfortable. He did not know how to behave around people, especially this many.
"Why did I even come.."
Fondling his white, now braided hair and clutching his overly ornamented dress he started to doubt himself. Why did he come here in the first place? He knew that people would judge him for who he was and they would probably give him looks that would hurt him. He just wanted to return to his room and just lock himself in. He was used to it since he lived with his father before and he used to lock the poor young one in the room as he got sick of looking at him.
"So..ren.."
Soren, one of the few people that he had met in Cheyenne that did not seemed to find Subeinu repulsive. Of course his Pokemon did not count, but as he thought of Soren he thought of Sora. He wondered how his bird was doing. At the same note Allyra was having a great time with Subeinu and had more or less become the mother of the team.
Maybe if Subeinu looked close enough he could spot Soren. That was if he was there at all, but the chance of maybe meeting him again made him want to stick around for a bit more. As he did so he went and took a seat at this oddly placed couch that had quite the place, but only he was sitting there so it was perfect.
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Dec 24, 2010 18:07:10 GMT -5
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Soren couldn't help but feel out of place in the area. Everyone was happily enjoying themselves, mingling with others, and he was sure he even spotted a bit of romance going on. Everyone looked beautiful in formal ball gowns while men wore suits and tuxedos that fit like a tee. The clothing he was wearing was just so... different. They were dark on the inside with a white robe he seldom wore, very flow-y, and nothing like the things others were wearing. Also, the mask he wore was also bizarre, covering his full face as opposed to just the eyes, as most of the other guests had decided.
The avian trainer stayed near the edge of the ballroom, a hand touching the expensive wallpaper as he walked. It was hard to see much through the eye holes, but he did manage to spot a couple of trainers in luxurious clothing, dancing and drinking.
Food. Something else he wasn't going to sample that night.
His hands suddenly felt another fabric, protruding out of the wall. The cloth felt smooth under his fingers and he tried to see what it was. It looked like some chair, a sofa, with someone sitting on it. The girl wore a white dress, a bit different from all the others. But what was Soren to judge.
He had been getting a bit tired of simply walking around and maybe he would be able to observe a bit better without having to constantly worry about tripping on his next step. The nervousness and anxiousness about talking to someone was gripping his innards, but he tried to remind himself that his face was covered and no one would recognize him. Everything would be fine.
"Is the seat available, miss?" he asked, his voice muffled by the mask he wore. A hand gestured the empty space on the other end of the couch, hoping that at least that would convey his message.
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Post by Gasai Yuno on Dec 24, 2010 19:27:36 GMT -5
"Wha--"
He could feel the presence of someone. The presence was almost recognizable, but as he looked up to the muffled voice he looked and could not recognize the person. It was not odd, it was a masquerade after all.
"Ye-yes it is. Please take a seat if you want."
You could hear it in his voice that it was a guy sitting. This fact would possibly scare away most people. He was actually shocked at how manly he sounded wile he was afraid of the guy. Maybe he came and thought he was a cute girl and realizing it was a boy he would scold him and announce it to the rest of the ball making everyone laugh.
These bad thoughts just circled around in his head for a few seconds before realizing it must look rather weird for the person.
Giving the man what he would call a smile, yet he was not used to showing human emotion he hoped that the person would not leave.
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Dec 25, 2010 23:49:17 GMT -5
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Soren was a bit shocked by the male voice that came out of the feminine body. There was also a sense of deja vu from it, as if something like this had happened before. Had he met this man -- or was it a woman? -- before. As he thought, he took a seat next to the blond, nodding a little 'thank you'. Did he recognize this person? He did not want to guess wrong, but at the back of his mind he remembered the young man, the trainer of his pidgey. He tried to remember the name. S... something rather odd. Not that his name was common. He chewed on his bottom lip, thinking about it, because deciding to just let it go. Besides, he still wanted to keep his own identity a mystery.
The other man flashed him a smile, reassuring Soren a bit. The other felt just as awkward and uncomfortable about the situation as he did, it seemed. At least he was not alone. He was about to smile back when he remembered that it would not even show, past the mask, and so he just nodded once again.
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Post by Gasai Yuno on Dec 27, 2010 10:31:27 GMT -5
As the man sat down he could not help but feel this aura that he knew who that was. It was so hard as the outfit did not reveal who he was even thou it was odd. And that mask covered his entire face so he could not see either.
It was then the side of his hip started to feel funny. He had completely forgotten that he had his Pokeballs strapped to his side hip and one was shaking intensely as if it wanted to break out or something.
"A..Allyra. Please calm down okay."
The ball calmed down as Subeinu told it too, but he felt so odd for that happening to.. happen.
"I'm so sorry, my Pokemon just got a little out of hand. She's not used to be in the ball for this long."
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