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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 19, 2011 16:02:09 GMT -5
{desc=aka hall of evil} s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra definitely needed a rest from journeying so much. So when she read about a certain campsite on a banner in Foret Magique, she jumped at the chance to go camping with her Pokémon. A little fun wouldn't hurt them. Besides, it was almost winter, and she wanted to get a swim in before the whole of Cheyenne froze up again.
A bus trip and a few miles of walking later, she'd gotten to the campsite, met the few staff that were working, and traveled a little ways away toward the shore of the lake. It was sunny until she'd arrived, but now it seemed like it was going to rain. Luckily, there was a huge weeping willow tree there that she took shelter beneath. Thank goodness for that; she felt like she was at home underneath the huge canopy. A few fireflies buzzed around in the room-sized alcove, lazily floating around the thick trunk of the tree.
Hardly any drops were coming through. Sighing with relief and comfort, she set her stuff down and looked around, realizing that there were two eggs laying on the ground around the trunk. Now, how'd they get there? She impulsively rolled the eggs toward her, holding them close to warm them. They felt so cold in this weather; she couldn't help but wonder if they were alive.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Flyleaf - Breathe Today TAGS|| Sierra, Blaze <3 TALK|| BLAZEEE WHERE ART THOU HUE
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Post by arionne ♥ on Nov 19, 2011 20:51:24 GMT -5
[atrb=width,550px,true][atrb=height,600px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-radius:25; background: #e7f1fa url('http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a206/lil_ari/Blaze/main-bg.png') no-repeat bottom;] Time in the enchanted forest was enough to drive anyone insane. The trees, the trees, and especially the trees made it dizzying and quite annoying to stay for too long, and when his Pokémon started to complain especially Ryuuku, definitely not used to staying in such confined spaces for too long Blaze left the route to find somewhere to stay for a bit.
Blaze was convinced that Ryuuku had a thing going on for some Pokémon on the side, because he rarely saw the Charizard for too long. The Pokémon came and went as he pleased and it didn't bother the trainer too much -- It would be selfish of him to trap him now, when Blaze raised him in freedom, never having met the inside of a pokeball. He knew that their bond was still strong, because why else would he still come back to him, no matter what? If Blaze needed help, Ryuuku was always there for him. If he wanted companionship, he could always count on his Pokémon to be by his side, as a silent support. When he wasn't off doing god-knows-what, of course.
The trainer had been huddled in the wiry fur of his Volcarona, flying across Cheyenne, and Ryuuku coasting next to him. They flew for a bit, until Blaze lost track of time and all of a sudden his Charizard was nothing more than a speck in the distance, off to gallivant on his own again, when he felt the pain in his chest, of loneliness. Over the years, he had done an exceptional job at raising himself in the ranks, at becoming important and of obtaining power, but it had cost him a lot. Friends were but an illusion and he hadn't seen his family in ages. He was alone, and the reality was hard to face. But at this point, could he still change? Would anyone be willing to hear him out?
He couldn't. Not while he was still in Team Death. He had to keep his ruthless exterior, lest he wanted to lose all respect. The organization aside, was there anyone that would even want to talk to him, as a human, and not just a pokenapping thug? His face had been on tv and most of civilized Cheyenne knew him as the face of Team Death. He couldn't show any weakness, now. Yet, the only beings he still felt close to were his Pokémon. The undeserved yet unconditional love they gave him reason to keep going, to keep fighting to make sure no one could ever hurt them. Sometimes, he couldn't help but want a bit more, no matter how selfish that sounded. But he was a selfish person. His actions against everyone clearly exemplified this.
Lost in his thoughts, he hadn't noticed the clouds getting darker. Mothra was inexperienced with the weather and probably didn't know what the clouds meant until the first drops of rain hit her wings. She panicked. The giant volcarona let out a whine and started to fly erratically. "Down," Blaze told her, trying to guide her safely to the ground. The rain was coming down harder and faster. There was nothing but water below them, but near the shore a large willow loomed next to the water. That would be able to provide much-needed cover for them. "Come on, girl. You can do it. Just into that tree, okay?" His voice was soft as he stroked her, trying to calm her long enough to get to shelter, or at least to shore.
Finally, Mothra flew closer and closer to the willow tree until she flew through the branches and clung to the bark as if her life depended on it, letting out little whinnies and shaking off the water from her wings. Blaze quickly dismounted and dropped onto the root-covered floor, and only then did he notice that the willow had already been occupied.
By a girl wearing an oddly familiar hat.
Well shit. He froze for a bit, eyes wide, staring at Sierra, wondering what he should say. He hadn't been the nicest last time he saw her and wasn't too sure if she would react well. Just one other trainer he had ticked off, one other trainer he acted like a complete asshole to. Blaze opened his mouth, trying to say something, yet nothing came to mind. What did he want to say? What could he say? 'Sorry I didn't know this willow tree was occupied?' Well, that would be a start. Perhaps a 'hi'?
"Hi, sorry," he ends up saying, trying not to appear so flustered.
ooc HERE WE GO! <3 Sorry for the length 8DD
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 20, 2011 0:18:30 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Suddenly there was a huge rustle of leaves in the huge bough above her, and a huge monster of a pokemon crashed through, ramming into the bark of the tree. But Sierra was paying more attention to the waterfall that came through the leaves after they landed. With a surprised shriek, she grabbed the eggs and narrowly managed to dodge the splash. She breathed as though she were in danger, looking at the moth before she realized that something on top of it was moving. A man. Wait.. had she seen him before? The look of recognition in his eyes told her they'd met before.
He looked like he really, really wanted to say something, so she listened with anticipation, staring at him as though he was telling her a secret she'd wanted to know for ages. He finally greeted her and apologized in the same two word sentence, causing her bated breath to finally release. "Hey." She replied, not really sure what she should say to the apology. She would've welcomed him if she knew he wasn't in Team Death.. but he was. The only aspect she had forgotten about him was his name. Had she even gotten it the first time they met? "It's fine, it just surprised me a little." She replied after a thoughtful moment, standing up and cautiously walking closer so that she could sit against the trunk again. As she came closer, she could feel warmth floating off.. was it the moth? Yes, it was. And it was really, really comfy.
But the eggs, she knew, needed to be much closer if she wanted them to actually hatch. And if they were in this freezing cold for too long, they were probably not going to survive. "This is gonna sound weird, but can your pokemon help me?" She asked impulsively, showing him the two eggs she'd found under the tree. "They need the warmth."
Screw thinking about if he was Team Death or not. Babies' lives were at stake. BABIES.
RANDOM EGG
UNKNOWN POKEMON EGG (promo)
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Mucc - Yasashi Uta TAGS|| Sierra, Blaze <3 TALK|| XD is the promo egg just like, a random? Or predetermined. Cause I can find which number it was
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Post by arionne ♥ on Nov 21, 2011 0:17:30 GMT -5
[atrb=width,550px,true][atrb=height,600px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-radius:25; background: #e7f1fa url('http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a206/lil_ari/Blaze/main-bg.png') no-repeat bottom;] She hadn't attacked him, nor did she try to drive him out. That had to be a good sign. In fact, she seemed civil, enough and Blaze wondered whether she remembered who he was. Maybe... maybe she had forgotten the encounter, forgotten who he was... perhaps she was the kind of girl that really didn't spend too much time listening to the news (or paying attention to the wanted signs, or listening to the gossip) to know which side of Cheyenne his supposed loyalties laid. This great social divide that supposedly defined the members on each side, stereotyping them all.
Since he wore the Team Death badge, carefully pinned on the inside of his jacket where no one would see it unless he purposely displayed it, he was a cruel, heartless trainer that cared only for themselves. And he supposed that it meant that anyone from that ragtag team of children were all saints that should be honoured and worshipped. Was professor Winter also completely innocent in all of this, because he was on the 'good' side? Was it wrong to demand change, to only allow trainers that were worthy own pokemon? Should every trainer be allowed to have a pokemon, simply because they wanted one?
The girl's body language seemed a bit tense, a bit cautious. He supposed he did just crash into the tree she had been taking cover under, so her reaction wasn't too out of place. Can your pokemon help me? she had then asked, the question surprising Blaze a bit. The trainer had been expecting something a bit more hostile, but maybe she really didn't remember who he was and what he had done. Every time he glanced up at the pikachu hat sitting on her head, though, he would feel this uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"Of course," he said, trying to sound as nice as he could. It came out as almost uncomfortable and unnaturally pitched. Feeling uneasy, he cleared his throat and looked at Mothra, anything to make this a little less awkward. Not that his pokemon would help too much. The fire type's overzealous attitude when it came to eggs was rather discerning and Blaze didn't know what to do about it, most of the time.
"Mothra, here girl, this lovely lady has something for you," he called out gently, reaching over and gently stroking the bottom of her wing. It fluttered under his touch as she looked around a bit awkwardly. Her large body made it difficult to maneuver, but the moment she spotted the smooth round shells of the pokemon egg, her whole demeanour changed.Those compound eyes had a maniacal glint in them as she pounced at them, knocking everything in her way. She scurried with her tiny legs to pick them up the best she could (while still holding onto her own lucky egg) and cradled them close to her. Disregarding everyone and everything around her yet again, she fluttered back higher up the tree, just in case the female trainer changed her mind.
Blaze had expected something like this. He knew his pokemon's obsession for eggs, but he didn't realize that it ran so deep. Between her movements and the uneven floor, he found himself very unstable and ready to tip over, fingers desperately grasping at anything that could hold him up. And just when he thought he was okay again, chastising Mothra with a 'careful' that she probably didn't hear, his pokemon sent tumbling onto the ground ungracefully, knocking his head quite uncomfortably onto something.
ooc Random Egg incubation 1/5
feel free to decide what that 'something' is ;P
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 21, 2011 1:28:48 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra became less tense when Blaze replied in a friendly way. Good, he really was human. No human couldn't denied saving unborn children... well, besides abortion clinics. But that was beside the point. She was suspicious, but her constant encounters with kind members of Team Death were changing her a little. Yet she couldn't ever be completely trustworthy of a team rumored to have killed someone. The memory of that made her cringe a little.
Suddenly Blaze called to his pokemon, addressing Sierra as a 'lovely lady'. The compliment made her cheeks deepen in color a little, but she knew that it was just something polite. She looked up at the gigantic pokemon, feeling like the woman in the movie King Kong as Mothra looked around for her. Suddenly she pounced towards her, causing her to scream before she realized that she was going for the eggs, not her. The enormous creature had crawled up the tree just as quickly as she'd come. What if.. it was too hot? Well, better than too cold for sure.
She had no more time to think than that since she saw Blaze lose his balance, falling down from where he was next to the brobdingnagian moth. At first she didn't realize it, but he was tumbling straight towards her, knocking his head on.. her knee. Ouch, that wasn't the best spot to knock your head on on a girl. She blushed at the feeling of his body sliding up on her leg, somewhat glad he hadn't slid any further. "Sorry," She interjected immediately, scrambling up, walking around and bending down to offer her hand to him so he could get up. "Are you okay? Does it hurt?" She asked, biting her lip a bit when she realized that the questions might annoy him. But it was usually good to ask anyway.
RANDOM EGG 1/5
WEIRD EGG 1/5
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Circus Gallop (piano) TAGS|| Sierra, Blaze <3 TALK|| <333 LOL the something... I was so tempted QQ
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Post by arionne ♥ on Nov 21, 2011 16:46:19 GMT -5
[atrb=width,550px,true][atrb=height,600px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-radius:25; background: #e7f1fa url('http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a206/lil_ari/Blaze/main-bg.png') no-repeat bottom;] That girl had strong kneecaps. His head throbbed from the pain and he was sure his skull had fractured from that fall. Really, she should drink a bit less milk. And he should stop being so dramatic about it. He was a boy and boys shouldn't whine and cry like their sisters because they had to stay strong and protect them and make sure they were all right.
As he glanced up he couldn't help but think that Sierra must be freezing with a skirt that length before realizing where his eyes had wandered. He looked away, but much to quickly for it to be innocent and the words sorry on his lips but not quite spoken because that would just further admit his guilt. He was gay, he told himself. But that didn't mean that it was okay to look up a girl's skirt, even if it was an accident.
In the end she apologized and Blaze didn't question it, hoping she didn't notice where exactly he had fallen and the vantage point that he had gotten. He took her hand and got up, his head still spinning just a bit. "I'm okay," he said, still trying not to think of what he had just saw because he should know better and he could already hear the guffaws of his sisters if they ever found out.
Not that they would. It had been ages since he last talked to any of his family. Once in a while he would get mail through his pokedex, especially after sending pokemon through the PC system, but they've been getting shorter and more distant as the years went by. Last he heard one of them had gotten engaged (which couldn't not be true, since he hadn't given his approval yet and he couldn't let just any guy have his sister's hand) and his younger sister had gotten a boyfriend (absolutely not -- she was too young for that).
They were both standing now so it should be safe. He looked at her and tried to put on a smile. It probably looked unnatural as his facial muscles didn't seem to want to cooperate too much, more used to the scowling and glaring. Blaze was still under the illusion that Sierra did not recognize him or where he was from or what he did in life. Under the willow tree, he could just be himself, a nameless stranger with an odd Volcarona, and that is all he really wanted, at that moment.
"She can get a bit overexcited," he told her, trying to excuse his pokemon's behaviour and bring the attention onto anywhere but himself. Mothra shuffled a bit higher up the tree at her mention, just in case someone tried to steal her precious egg of hers because it was her eggs and no one could take them away from her anymore because they were hers.
ooc random egg incubation 2/5 One egg at a time <3 Which just means more lulz 8DD
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 21, 2011 23:43:32 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra noticed that he looked at her, but hadn't quite recovered from being knocked into, so she didn't really notice. He took her hand, which was good because if he didn't that would've just been super awkward. She only had to stabilize him to allow him to get to his feet, looking at him with slight worry before he answered that he was okay. She let go of his hand at that moment, nodding. "Okay." She replied breathily, scrutinizing his head to see if it was bleeding or anything. Nope, he seemed fine.
A dry smile suddenly adorned his face, but she didn't react immediately. He was in Team Death. They weren't on equal level on the morality scale, as far as she was concerned. But to be polite, she returned the smallest of smiles. "Yeah, I noticed." She replied, looking at Mothra and admiring how huge and powerful the creature was. It was like a goddess of fire, and the way it was cradling those eggs reassured her that they were being taken care of.
Now that they were both safe, it was time for a dramatic confrontation. Mhm. Turning to Blaze, she suddenly became more serious. "Haven't we met before? In route one... didn't you throw my hat onto a bush?" She said in a bit of an annoyed voice. Her eyes widened as she remembered something else. "And you were in the power plant, too!" She narrowed her eyes as she stared at him, trying to remember what his name was. He was in Team Death - she knew that for sure. But for some reason his name was really important to her. .. Had he even told it to her?
RANDOM EGG 2/5
WEIRD EGG 0/5
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Lily Allen - Friday Night TAGS|| Sierra, Blaze TALK|| :'D yarp, just wasn't sure
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Post by arionne ♥ on Nov 23, 2011 16:40:52 GMT -5
[atrb=width,550px,true][atrb=height,600px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-radius:25; background: #e7f1fa url('http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a206/lil_ari/Blaze/main-bg.png') no-repeat bottom;] For Sierra to be watching Blaze so intently, staring at his forehead, was rather uncomfortable. This was the closest he had gotten to any human being in quite a while and it was a bit uncomfortable to suddenly have his personal space scrutinized. He relaxed when she turned to look at Mothra. It had worked -- the attention wasn't on him anymore and she wasn't staring. He subconsciously rubbed his forehead, in case there really was something there. Checking his hand, he noted that were wasn't any blood, So that was good.
She turned back and her expression had completely changed, throwing him off a bit. Blaze wondered what was going on, what she was going to do now, because he wasn't too sure he liked that expression. The words that came out simply solidified his belief. It seemed that she did remember him and what he had done, recalling all his more shameful moments in life.
He found himself speechless, wondering how he should respond to that. It had been a whole year already, right after it was decided that stealing pokemon from the weak trainers was a brilliant idea. In theory, it had been a good idea, but the more he had done it and met with all of the trainers, the more it was hard to just take the pokemon away without feeling any guilt or remorse. It had then come back to bite him, changing his life forever and changing people's perspective of Team Death. The only version of the story Cheyenne knew was Professor Winter's, a skewed and completely biased tale.
It did not mean that he was innocent in all of this, though. He was still the one with the figurative blood on his hand, that had done all of these acts. He use to believe in the reasons, he use to believe in what TD stood for, but it was becoming harder and harder to excuse his actions. Yes, there were those that didn't deserve to own pokemon and should have them taken away, but it was if Syl had forgotten what was going on. Trainers like Eleanor, no matter her strength, don't deserve to have a pokemon of their own either.
But there he was, a high ranked Team Death member that everyone seemed to know, whether he was walking down the streets of Verona or in the middle of nowhere, under a willow tree. There was no other choice but to go forward and to climb higher. Syl was the real problem, and once he was gone, he would be able to set things straight again. He would be able to make it better.
Blaze still did not know how to respond to the girl. He stared at her wordlessly for a little bit as he tried to formulate something smart, anything that made sense. In the end, the carefully crafted persona of the ruthless Team Death Executive surfaced. His solemn contemplating gaze changed into a smirk, arrogance and indifference being portrayed instead. This was his fate. He had chosen the path and though it lead to one of self hatred, he would have to keep going. "Looks like you recognized me." He couldn't start a fight now, though. He was at such a disadvantage -- the damp weather would make it increasingly hard for his pokemon to use their fire attacks. Then there was Mothra, still young compared to all of his other pokemon. He didn't want her to get hurt in case she was caught in the crossfire. Could he use her as hostage? She wasn't going to let go of the pokemon egg -- with the way she was holding them, nothing would make her let go -- and Blaze was confident that Sierra would understand the importance of cooperation.
He glanced up at his pokemon, trying his best to hide his concern. Weakness could not be tolerated. "Are you going to do anything about it?" he asked, unwilling to make eye contact with her. He didn't want to see her expression, didn't want to see the hatred and the scorn.
ooc random egg incubation 3/5
trolololololo neither of them remember each other's name .-. But you know it's more than possible to have a whole conversation without that knowledge <3
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 23, 2011 19:15:31 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra stared intently at him as if she were boring a hole into his face, not believing that she should cut him slack for his evildoings, as she called them. Sure he was polite and even somewhat nice when they'd first encountered, but... he was part of the bad guys. He was doing dirty work that she would've been part of if he decided to involve her in it (which he, for some reason, didn't). The long moment spent in silence made Sierra feel unsettled, as though Blaze were going to suddenly explode and destroy her. He very well could have, but instead his face began to change.
And she spotted it. The arrogance and the coldness she'd detected in his smile that day - they came flooding back into her memory like a rush of air being blown in her face. The sudden change in his demeanor was startling, causing her heart to pick up its pace. She wasn't seeing it coming at all, but now that it did, a new passion seemed to burn within her - fight or flight, perhaps? She didn't know what he was going to do - hell, even she didn't know what to do.
Now he was looking away, not allowing Sierra to see his face. She didn't mind much, as she was full of feelings that were conflicting like two Tauros wrestling each other. His question ignited the flames of her sense of justice even more, and she narrowed her eyes towards him, confusion clouding her vision. What could she do? She had little way of knowing how powerful he was. He was older than her and probably wiser, but she still wanted to enact punishment on him. Her reckless side was shouting at her to fight, and whatever rationality she had was saying that Blaze was good, he was taking care of her eggs, he hadn't even laid a hand on her. Besides, her encounters with Susumu and Dougie had convinced her that Team Death members might have some good in them.
Rationality and kindness won out. She felt like she was making herself more vulnerable than she was when she looked away from him, replying, "No." in a cold manner. A sigh left her lips, probably more telling than her answer itself. She was weak and she knew it. She paused for a moment, then asked, "Why do you do it?" in a genuinely curious voice. Why did Team Death steal and make so much havoc in Cheyenne? She hadn't known. All she knew was that they were troublemakers fit to be called criminals.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Vampire Weekend - A-Punk TAGS|| Sierra, Blaze TALK|| <33 A derp
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Post by arionne ♥ on Nov 24, 2011 19:29:46 GMT -5
[atrb=width,550px,true][atrb=height,600px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-radius:25; background: #e7f1fa url('http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a206/lil_ari/Blaze/main-bg.png') no-repeat bottom;] The negative answer from Sierra made him feel relieved. At least there would still be peace in this little area, even though the tension was becoming thick. She didn't seem to satisfied with her answer and Blaze didn't question it. He wasn't as strong as many people would think, especially with Ryuuku missing in action.
The thought of his charizard made his chest hurt. He wondered if the pokemon was all right, he wondered if he was also caught in the rain. Maybe he was too far away for the weather to affect him. He hoped he was happy, wherever he was.
Sierra's question wasn't one that Blaze was often dealt with. Most people just assumed, most people just looked at him and the organization he represented and came up with their own answers. This girl, however, deemed it important enough to ask him, and he found it hard to come up with an answer. He used to know why he did everything, but his old beliefs had changed and his motives were no longer valid. Yet he still did his job, oftentimes without questioning the heavy feeling deep in his gut. Because Team Death was better than what was out there, because he still believed in it. He still believed that strength was important in a trainer and the weak should not be allowed to own pokemon. He had seen too many pokemon abandonned in the cities without anyone to take care of them. When the trainers all moves out to relocate to Verona, all the pokemon got left behind.
Real trainers don't leave their pokemon to die like that. They don't just abandon everything they've known, leaving towns and cities deserted just because some renovations were done in Verona.
It pained him to see the cities he once knew now deserted, in lieu of an overcrowded Verona. It was the Professor's job to make sure the region is properly managed. Since Sakura quit and left Winter in charge, things just weren't the same anymore.
He wasn't innocent in this affair either. Along the way, he had done stuff that was inexcusable, and those were the answers the girl probably wanted. "I used to think I was doing the right thing," he ended up telling her. The answer was the most honest he'd been about the situation, even to himself. There was a time he thought stealing and causing havoc like a mindless criminal was the right thing to do in order to further Team Death's goal.
He looked back at her, allowing Mothra to coddle the eggs in peace, his expression solemn and serious, his face neutral. Without quite realizing it, he sucked this bottom lip between his teeth, betraying his nervousness.
ooc random egg incubation 4/5 <3
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 25, 2011 11:13:12 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra felt the question she'd just asked loom in the air as she looked down at the ground, not suspicious enough of Blaze to just stare. The long silence did nothing to comfort her; she shifted from foot to foot, clenching her fists anxiously. He answered after a few more moments - a contradictory answer. Since when did a criminal believe that they were doing the right thing? Did he really believe that stealing pokemon from all those helpless trainers was the right thing?
Sierra realized that she didn't really have an answer for the question. It was an answer that only made her have more questions. Already her mind was buzzing with them as she felt him looking at her, and she looked back at him with a solemn gaze. The sight of his nervousness somehow encouraged her to reply. "But how would it be right? It was really evil, and... you and them caused so much pain and everyone was scared. Pokemon could've died!" She found herself describing her feelings at the Power Plant without realizing it. The mass power outage had caused a ripple throughout the region; pokemon centers had been without electrical equipment, much of which was necessary for keeping the creatures alive. She'd seen so many of them just laying in beds in the center at Ile Electrique, fighting for survival while their trainers' faces were etched in worry and tears. It left a resounding mark on her.
"If you thought you were doing the right thing... you were... stupid." Sierra said that last word with a bit of regret, as if she didn't want to insult him. But she felt like she needed to get it out of her. She wanted him to know just what she thought of his righteousness. After the insult, she braced herself a little, as if he were going to lash out at her because of it.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Passion Pit - Sleepyhead TAGS|| Sierra, Blaze TALK|| <333 STEWWWWPUDDDD
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Post by arionne ♥ on Nov 27, 2011 2:37:41 GMT -5
[atrb=width,550px,true][atrb=height,600px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-radius:25; background: #e7f1fa url('http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a206/lil_ari/Blaze/main-bg.png') no-repeat bottom;] Blaze did not comment as she lectured him about the dangers of his actions, staring at her as she spoke. None of her words were false as he had heard them all in the past, his own conscious berating him for all the misfortunes he had caused. Yet, in all of that, he still found a bit of justification in his actions. It was nothing the girl would understand, of course. Shutting down the powerplant had played an important role in hindering Winter's overly generous nature. By preventing people from depending on the pokemon centres, he strengthened the will of the trainers that pulled through. He showed them how important it was to care for your own pokemon and to fight for them, no matter the cost.
Those that did not fight did not deserve to own pokemon to begin with.
His intentions were clear, but his actions were muddled. They had not taken into account all of the details and things went horribly horribly wrong. Furthermore, the way they had done everything was flawed and he regretted it. When Sierra mentioned that pokemon could have died, his whole body tensed up a bit, biting onto his lips a bit harder than he had intended it. That was never part of the plan. He had never wanted to harm a single pokemon, but that had become the unfortunate aftermath of the operation.
"I know," he finally said, after she was done. The girl called him stupid, a word that described -- and probably still did -- him perfectly. But then, who hasn't done anything stupid before in their lives? Who hasn't made mistakes? His mistakes were some that affected more than just himself and yielded consequences he did not want to think of, but wasn't he allowed to screw up? "But you've done stupid things too, I'm sure," he said.
He wasn't quite sure why he had added the comment. Perhaps it was the feeling that he was being attacked for what he did. It would have been a justified attack, but a part of him wanted to defend himself, to convince himself that it wasn't his fault. Not completely, at least.
And then, all of a sudden, Mothra let out a shrill cry that completely ruined the somber tense atmosphere. Blaze felt the tension lift as he immediately turned to make sure she was okay. Unfortunately, the fire pokemon was going through a crisis -- Once again, her beautiful, precious egg was hatching and she did not know what to do to stop it. She hated it when her perfect egg breaks between her tiny hands. It was like watching a work of art being vandalized.
Heartbroken, she dropped the egg as it was hatching in lieu of looking over the second one.
ooc Random egg 5/5 BUG one of the others to hatch it? c:
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 27, 2011 10:54:37 GMT -5
OHAI EGG HERELevel 1 Rock Head Tackle|Water Gun|Agility|Bubblebeam|*Revenge Quirk: Gives love bites *only if you apply for 3 egg moves
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 27, 2011 11:26:52 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra hadn't wanted him to answer. She would've preferred silence, like in the movies when the protagonist realized what his true calling was. But the way he said 'I know' settled her down a little, and her body ceased tensing as she looked at him. His comment that she'd done stupid things didn't really seem like it needed an answer, but she had been about to when suddenly Mothra let out a cry, causing Sierra to immediately turn towards the moth and brace herself for whatever it was about to be doing. Wait, don't tell her - was she dropping that egg!? No time to lose; Sierra dashed towards the trunk of the tree, turning around to barely catch the egg in her hands and lap before slamming her back against the bark. The pain made her wince, but at least she'd saved the baby from uncertain doom. It could see the light of day. She was still worried though, so she stared at the hatching creature as it emerged from its shell.
Oh gosh what the hell was this thing. It pretty much bulldozed its way out of the shell with its hard head, causing whatever shell was left to shatter. The angry look on its face made her flinch a bit, but she continued watching it curiously. Suddenly it caught her gaze and seemed to smile a bit, making Sierra less anxious before the baby fish suddenly jumped at her face, jaws opening to bite her. A shriek left her lips and with quick reflexes she threw up an arm to protect her face, causing the fish to chomp down on her skin instead. "Owww." She hissed, tearing up a little at how sharp the pokemon's jaws were despite just hatching. The Basculin let go, allowing a bit of blood to seep out of the wound. Fortunately, it wasn't deep enough to be an emergency. "Don't you dare..." Sierra said in a scolding voice when she thought she was going to pounce again.
Then she realized that the fish looked sort of dry under the shelter of the willow tree. Since they were right next to a pond, it was easy to give the fish some moisture. Picking the baby up, she made sure to keep an eye on it so it wouldn't bite her in the gut and mortally wound her or something. "Here. Swim close to the shore, okay?" She instructed, allowing the fish to enter the water of the pond before looking at her arm again. "Ugh..."
{ UNNAMED } Dropped in the pond
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| None TAGS|| Sierra, Blaze TALK|| :'D
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Post by arionne ♥ on Dec 1, 2011 21:34:37 GMT -5
[atrb=width,550px,true][atrb=height,600px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-radius:25; background: #e7f1fa url('http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a206/lil_ari/Blaze/main-bg.png') no-repeat bottom;] The egg fell from the tree as Mothra let it go in order to coddle the second egg and Blaze could do nothing but watch it fall. His reaction had been too slow, and he supposed he wasn't as keen to go and get the egg, but Sierra simply attacked it, doing everything she could to stop it from falling onto the ground. He had to admit that she had guts and quite a lot of energy in her.
As the pokemon came out of the shell and simply mauled Sierra, Blaze couldn't help but feel concerned and worried, especially when the blood started to spill from the wound. What was she thinking? About the pokemon, evidently, but in some situations, it was important to put ones own well being in front of their pokemon's, especially when it was some savage fish that had a taste for young girl's flesh. Finally, the fish slipped into the water and the trainer thought good riddance before turning back to the girl. Feelings of protectiveness definitely overcame him as he grabbed her arm to examine the wound for himself.
"Are you okay?" The words came out before he realized just how uncomfortable this could have been for Sierra, before he realized that in her eyes, he was still a stupid Team Death member. Instead, he started to dig through his pockets, not quite finding anything that could substitute as a bandage. He should have brought along some kind of handkerchief even though it would make him quite dated, because who still had those around? Finally, he found a couple of napkins from his last visit to the trainer's lounge. The brought the crumpled papers -- some with slight tea stains -- to Sierra's wounds in order to soak up some kind of blood, wiping a bit harder than absolutely necessary, wanting to make sure that nothing got into the wound. Who knows what kind of microbes lived in the mouth of that thing.
ooc sorry it took so long :C
mod egg 1/5
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Post by DR-@@GON on Dec 2, 2011 23:22:30 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra hissed at the pain of her wound, watching as more blood started to seep from the gash. It wasn't too bad of a cut, but enough to bleed quite profusely. Suddenly Blaze grabbed her arm, causing the girl's heart to beat rapidly with suspicion. What if he was gonna hurt her more? Except.. oh. His question relieved her, but she managed not to show her previous fright. "I think I'm fine. It stings though." She replied almost automatically, not finding anything wrong with at least talking to him. In fact, now that she'd told him just what she thought, she felt herself feeling better about the whole thing already. He addressed it as a mistake, too. It showed that he regretted it. Maybe he even changed.
That's why she hesitated, sensing his genuine kindness as he dug through his pockets. He suddenly found some napkins, which was probably better than anything Sierra had. Which was pretty much nothing. She winced as he dabbed the blood from the wound, wiping most of it away. He was kind of rough, making Sierra tremble a bit from the increased friction on the wound. It stung. "Oww, that hurts.." She squeaked as a fresh round of pained tears oozed outside her eyes. She appreciated that he was cleaning it for her, but did he have to be so thorough?
::murkrow:: x ::rufflet:: 13/14 BREEDING POST
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| None TAGS|| Sierra, Blaze TALK|| <333
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Post by arionne ♥ on Dec 6, 2011 11:08:57 GMT -5
[atrb=width,550px,true][atrb=height,600px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-radius:25; background: #e7f1fa url('http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a206/lil_ari/Blaze/main-bg.png') no-repeat bottom;] He knew that it hurt, but nothing healed if a little pain wasn't involved. The best medicine tasted bad and a massage was only effective if enough pressure was added to it. He did lessen up a little bit when she started to cry, though, feeling terrible that even though the wound was the dumb fish's fault, the tears were his doing.
The wound seemed to stop bleeding a bit, the napkins spotted with blood in various places. He looked at the wound and deemed it clean enough for now. "Sorry," he told her, not quite letting go of her arm yet. He didn't carry a first aid kit right now, but he would be so grateful for any kind of bandage to keep the wound close and protected. Blaze bit his lips as he thought of a solution, racking his brain for anything that could work. Finally, he looked up at Mothra, resting quietly higher up the tree, warm body incubating the second egg.
"Mothra," he called out, his voice soft and loving, trying to get her to trust him. It was not an easy feat, especially when she was holding an egg, always paranoid that someone would take it away from her. "I need just a bit of silk, please," he asked. "String shot. Gently."
In his mind, it worked perfectly. The pokemon would use the attack on Sierra's wounds and it would serve as a makeshift bandage. Instead, he found himself covered in the sticky substance as she sprayed the attack absolutely everywhere. here
ooc egg incubation [ 2/5 ]
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Post by DR-@@GON on Dec 6, 2011 20:14:52 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra bit her lip and took the pain, using her other arm to rub away the tears as she endured it. He was done after a bit, and she had to stare at how much blood was on the napkin when he was done. She sniffed and wiped a stray tear away as he apologized. "It's fine." She replied, her arm a little less tense as she exhaled with relief. She trusted him, sort of, with her arm. She kinda had to since he was holding it so forcefully.
Sierra looked up at Mothra as he called her, watching the great beast continue to incubate the remaining egg. Hopefully that one had a creature she could love and enjoy, unlike the Basculin that got them into this mess. He asked her to do a string shot. A good plan, she figured, but it'd be gross having that sticky stuff on her... oh well. She reminded herself to count her blessings.
But suddenly they were both slathered with the sticky silk; it got everywhere but on her wound, pretty much. Sierra let out a shriek as she shielded her face with her arm, then laughed at the creature's antics. "Gently, he said!" She cried out at the beast, cracking up and looking at how ridiculous she looked. She smiled up at Blaze, temporarily forgetting the pain as she started to giggle at how funny he looked with that web on him.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Ben Folds - Hiroshima TAGS|| Sierra, Blaze <3 TALK|| XDDDD Mothra my homegurlll <3<3<3
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Post by arionne ♥ on Dec 8, 2011 21:23:44 GMT -5
[atrb=width,550px,true][atrb=height,600px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-radius:25; background: #e7f1fa url('http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a206/lil_ari/Blaze/main-bg.png') no-repeat bottom;] The string shot had gotten everywhere and Blaze wasn't sure how many showers it'd take for him to get rid of the sticky silk that covered from from head to toe. Trying to get rid of it just made it clump up and stick to everywhere else. In the small commotion, he let go of Sierra, trying to pick out the largest threads, almost violently brushing it off his arms. Well, attempting to, at least. The silk was dead set on clinging to anything it touched and the trainer couldn't do much about it.
Blazze glanced over at the girl, also covered in Mothra's ill-aimed attack. The pokemon went back to ignoring them both, though there was a bit of a guilty look on her face. She tried to hide it by shuffling away from them and burying her face closer to her chest to stare at her egg instead, wings fluttering once in a while to keep her balanced.
The other didn't seem to mind, though. So the initial burst of string shot had frightened her, but she seemed happy, laughing even, and smiling. It was much nicer than when she was staring at him accusingly, judging him. "I don't suppose you have something to bandage your wound up," he asked her. His tone was soft, almost playful, his register a bit higher, matching his emotions. He wasn't quite smiling -- not too sure he wanted to try again -- but his scowl was gone as Mothra had brightened the mood considerably, despite the mess she had created.
ooc incubation [ 3/5 ]
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Post by DR-@@GON on Dec 16, 2011 22:41:25 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra began plucking off the various strings of silk too, surprised at how thick and sticky they were. Luckily she tore some of it off as she continued smiling, glancing at Mothra, who seemed to be hiding like a hermit from them. The massive beast had some personality to her, it seemed.
She heard Blaze's voice and practically jumped, already used to his silence. As she looked at him, he realized that his cynical scowl was gone and he was speaking in a lighter tone. It made him significantly less frightening, and she felt more at ease. Her smile didn't fade when she caught his gaze. "Nope." She confessed. "I forgot to bring some with me." Wait, why was she telling him this? It wasn't like he would care. She glanced away, though there was still amusement dancing in her eyes. Suddenly she was feeling the pain in her wound again, and she realized that more blood was slowly rising from it. "We could still use the string though." She suggested, trying to peel some off of her cheek and lay it over the wound. It stung instantly, making Sierra hiss lowly with pain. And that was just one little part of it. Ugh.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| None TAGS|| Sierra, Blaze TALK|| <33
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