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Post by arionne ♥ on Dec 19, 2011 13:42:40 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 continued to pluck off the most offending bits of silk from him, and also reached over to help Sierra get rid of some that had gotten stuck in her hair. "What's your name, anyways?" Blaze asked, almost tentatively, unsure if it was a question that she would be willing to answer. But the exchanged seemed much more pleasant now, much more comfortable, that perhaps it would be okay. Besides, the rain didn't seem as if it was going to let off any time soon.
Blaze looked Sierra over for a bit before he zero'd in on her bow. "Take off your bow," he told her. "You could use it to help close the wound." The silk was sticky and very hard to use, and with it all over the place. He considered using a potion on the wound but he couldn't be sure of the reaction a human would get from it. Potions were designed and optimized to work with pokemon who all exhibited different properties than humans. Would it work on her? Blaze wasn't going to risk infecting the wound -- it was ugly, but it didn't seem like it would take too long to clean.
Hopefully the next egg Mothra was guarding to zealously won't hatch anything with pointy teeth.
ooc incubation [ 4/5 ]
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Post by DR-@@GON on Dec 20, 2011 0:20:59 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra allowed Blaze to take the web out of her hair, not finding it offensive. She didn't have much of a personal bubble in the first place, and getting nasty stuff out of her hair was always welcome. Suddenly Blaze asked her name, and she only thought a moment before giving it. "Sierra." She replied, leaving out her last name. It wasn't needed, really.
She was picking off more web, not noticing Blaze's searching gaze until he told her to take off the bow around her neck. That surprised her; she didn't think much about her bow sans when she was putting it on or taking it off. She looked down at it as he explained that it could bandage her wound. Oi, just mentioning the bleeding scratch reminded her of how much it was stinging. "Aw, but that's gross..." She protested weakly, tugging on the bow with one hand a little so that she could see it better. But in the corner of her eye she saw a small line of scarlet blood trickling out of the wound. It was no use trying to resist. Sighing, she undid the bow from her neck. "Fine." She removed it and briefly touched the exposed skin there as it transitioned from warm to cool. Then she quickly began wrapping the thick ribbon around her arm, but couldn't do it with one hand. "Can you help?" She asked tentatively, raising up for him.
Basculin was still swimming around in the nearby pond, enjoying the fresh rain even though he couldn't understand it yet.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Violin TAGS|| Sierra, Blaze <3 TALK|| <33
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Post by arionne ♥ on Dec 22, 2011 19:17:41 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," the man replied, taking the bow and wrapping the cloth around the wound. He tried not to tie it too hard but needed to keep it all in place. The blood as soaked up by the fabric's layers as Blaze looped the cloth a few times around the wound before ending with a knot and a bow, angling the detail over the wound to cover up any blood that might manage to still seep through. "That should do it," he said, tugging on it gently to make sure it did not fall apart. It wasn't the best, but as long as Sierra did not move around too much, it would be sufficient.
Mothra kept incubating the egg, and thought any normal egg would have hatched at this point, it seemed that whatever creature in Sierra's second egg was a dud. The moth-like creature didn't seem to care, enjoying the feel of the soft shell between her feet, nuzzling the patterns with her feelers.
ooc HERPYDERP mod promo egg is empty try again next time?
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Post by DR-@@GON on Dec 23, 2011 13:01:04 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra's ears rang with his name as he took the bow from her and wrapped it around her arm, consenting to her request for help, as it were. He wrapped it as coldly and distant as a doctor, tightening it and making Sierra feel a bit sick from the pressure. But his voice was gentle and soothing enough to put her at ease a little, at least. She retracted her arm from him slowly, afraid to move it for fear that the wet, red, loose knot would untie itself if she was too mobile. "Thanks." She said to him, offering a quick smile before glancing at the pond, where the Basculin had peered out of the water at them. The baby dove again into the depths, and Sierra didn't say anything. The infant couldn't have known better, she told herself.
Instead, her attention was drawn to the loud rustle of a nearby bush. Were some Pokémon getting frisky in there? She didn't know, but a third egg popped out, and she felt slightly grossed out at the thought of touching it. It was probably a fresh one, from the way that looked. "Oh, I have another one too." She recalled, looking into her bag and taking out a Murkrow egg she'd gotten from her Murkrow and Susumu's Rufflet. Raising it up, she wondered if she should put it safely on the ground for Mothra to pick up - for now, she was hiding the large egg in her arms for fear that the gigantic creature would attack them on sight. "Looks like there's more eggs to be hatched." She said with a small smile, hinting that she needed his help to hatch them. Again. Ugh, she felt so dependent right now that it made her sick.
"That one sure is taking a while." Sierra continued, looking at the one that the Mothra was still clutching. Her internal clock was hinting to her that enough time had elapsed to hatch one egg, and she didn't yet know that it was a dud.
MURKROW EGGG
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Reptilia - The Strokes TAGS|| Sierra, Blaze <3 TALK|| HUOI
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Post by arionne ♥ on Jan 20, 2012 23:14:49 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;] What was up with this place, with eggs popping out like they were zubat in a Kanto-region cave. He hoped Mothra didn't see them because she would more likely than not attack them in order to get at the precious eggs. One had hatched, one was on its way, and now two had popped out of nowhere. His pokemon would surely be ecstatic, so he guessed it wasn't all that bad. Maybe by then he'd be able to fly again without pouring rain beating down on him.
"Hopefully the next egg won't have some pokemon with teeth as sharp as razors," he said. He paused, looking at the eggs in Sierra's care. "Where did you get all of them? Are you a breeder?" He wondered what a life of a breeder would be like. It was probably a much more relaxing job; taking care of pokemon instead of battling, grooming them instead of constantly pushing, pushing pushing...
ooc >< sooooooorry forgive me pl0x
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 21, 2012 16:36:27 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra clutched the large egg between her hands, nodding at Blaze's comment. "Yeah, hopefully not." She glanced at the ribbon on her arm, surprised that a wound had actually bled that much. It stung, too, continuing to pass waves of pain through her bloodstream. She was staring at the direction of the pond, wondering how the newborn Basculin was doing until Blaze asked the question. She glanced up at him apprehensively, the slightest thought passing through her - Why does he want to know? - but she figured it was safe to tell him this. Yep, she was still not letting go of the Team Death thing. She was easily influenced, but stubborn; years of being exposed to propaganda against the organization was enough for her to form a strong biased opinion of them.
"I'm not really a breeder, but I heard about that um... ranch... ah, Sol Ranch. And I wanted to try out their services." She worded that one a little awkwardly since she stumbled on the name. It'd only been a little while since she and Susumu cooperated with producing that egg, but she had a tendency to forget names as easily as one, two, three. "I'm a trainer, primarily." She felt the need to mention. "Do I seem like a weak one? Trainer, I mean. I think I'm at least decent, but..." She wondered why the words were stumbling out and why she was even asking the question to this guy in the first place. Why did his opinion matter? "Forget it." She muttered, becoming insecure with how lamely she was speaking. Today was probably a bad day for her, she figured.
She needed the Murkrow egg incubated; just her arms alone weren't going to warm it up in this cold weather. She glanced up at the fire creature, then quickly placed the egg on the floor and stepped back to allow the big beast to grab it. "Umm.. heere, more eggs for you!" Sierra called to Mothra, unsure how else to address her.
MURKROW EGG
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| None TAGS|| Sierra, Blaze TALK|| Don't worry about it <333 I'm glad you didn't forget
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Post by arionne ♥ on Feb 8, 2012 9:47:29 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 had heard about Sol Ranch. He typically conversed with them through phone, dropping his pokemon off using his own flying types. He had only been there personally a few times and he had been, in general, rather happy with their services. He wondered how many customers the Ranch had, what kind of security -- no. He wasn't going to think about that. There was a time to be him, and a time for him to just be normal.
Sierra's question wasn't one Blaze wanted to really answer. Was she a strong trainer? He didn't really know. She definitely wasn't weak, able to stand her own quite well, if he remembered correctly. "You're not weak," he told her, not too sure how much of it was just to make her feel better and how much of it he believed in.
He was about to ask her about the amount of badges she had collected when Mothra spotted the new egg and lunged for it, this time staying close down and letting out some kind of purr, her whole body quivering as she held onto the egg. The pokemon stared at Sierra, wondering what kind of goddess she was with all those eggs for her.
Blaze supposed it was a good thing that he didn't ask. She didn't seem that keen on talking about it anyways. "I'm sure you've gotten a lot stronger since..."
So what he had decided to say instead wasn't any better, remembering that their last encounter really wasn't something he wanted to remind her of. Maybe she hopefully didn't hear it? The trainer turned to watch his pokemon instead. He took a deep breath and then turned back to her, convincing himself that it didn't matter either way. It was who he was, he had done terrible things and she knew.
ooc terrible terrible post i'm kind of writing this in class so it might not make any sense at all sorry orz
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Post by DR-@@GON on Feb 12, 2012 1:52:35 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra's fingers intertwined with one another as she waited in silence. For what, she didn't know, but somehow she had a feeling that Blaze wasn't about to just ignore what she said as per request. So he answered. Not weak, he said. Yet, could she really trust him? She remembered the day they met very, very vaguely, and she had innate understanding that he was much stronger than her. After all, he won. If he didn't, she surely would've remembered that. "Thanks." She responded, feeling like she'd just invited him to wound her in some way.
She watched as Mothra perched over her egg almost like a cuddly chicken, her warm heat able to be felt on Sierra's previously cold skin. The insect stared and she stared back, entranced by the creature's beauty. She was a lovely pokemon; Sierra was almost surprised that the likes of Blaze would own such a creature. Yet she knew how much sheer destruction the pokemon could do, so it made sense.
Sierra looked up at him when he made that comment - her ears hadn't missed it - then shrugged. She knew what he was talking about. "You probably have, too." She returned, her eyes meeting his again for a moment. "But I mean... it doesn't feel like I've improved, really." She wondered if she should change. She wondered if it mattered. If she'd gotten this far on sheer immaturity, maybe she could go the whole way. But she heard about the challenges she'd meet up further, how fewer and fewer trainers reached each city. It was frightening to think about.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Classical music TAGS|| Sierra, Blaze TALK|| <33
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Post by arionne ♥ on Feb 13, 2012 0:45:49 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 tried to think back on the battle he had had with Sierra. It was a while ago, before the powerplant when he was still collecting Pokémon like some sort of grunt. It had been a buizel, if he remembered correctly. A water type, at any case, versus Ashes, who had still been a quilava. She had been one of the many trainers he had taken advantage of to bring his Pokémon up to par, disciplining her a bit and finally evolving her into a typhlosion.
Mothra continued to stare at Sierra, her multiple eyes all focusing on the girl. Her legs were gripping the egg, warming it with her body's temperature and radiating more heat in the small area they were in. She clicked her jaw a few times, nervous and excited. The first egg she had been incubating was obviously a dud, the smooth shell cracking and splitting open. The second one, though.... she was a beauty. The moth nestled it close to her body, relishing the feel of the smooth shell against her as she wondered if the third egg would also be defective. In her experience, most eggs would crack open after a while. Only the one Blaze had gotten her -- smaller than the rest but still smooth and perfect -- had yet to break. Maybe this girl knew where to get more of these good ones!
"I'm sure you've improved." he told her. Ashes, despite her higher level advantage, had only won by a hair. "You're still travelling, right?" As long as she was still battling and fighting, Blaze had no trouble believing that she had improved. He had been sacrificing training in lieu of some r&d, and though he enjoyed the lab work, battling could get his blood running more than anything in the world.
ooc murkrow incubation | 2
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Post by DR-@@GON on Feb 15, 2012 1:51:52 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra absentmindedly stared at the huge moth that was incubating the eggs, wrapping her entire self around them as if she were their own mother. Sierra knew better, though. The moth belonged to Blaze. His voice broke into her thoughts and she heard his words. "Maybe." She agreed to his first sentence, rocking her head back and forth slightly as if she was considering the possibility. At times, she was very agreeable. His next question was very easy to answer. "Yeah! I've gotten my second Gym badge." She stated proudly. But her face fell again, slightly, as she realized how long it took her to even reach there. "It's been months, though, and I haven't even gotten to the third gym." She shrugged and sighed.
"How many gym badges have you gotten?" She inquired of him, wondering just how tough the member of Team Death was.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Hertel, Johann Wilheln - Trumpet Concerto No. 1 in E Flat Minor TAGS|| Sierra, Blaze TALK|| <33
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Post by arionne ♥ on Feb 17, 2012 11:29:21 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;] Sierra's question made him a little bit uncomfortable. He was very impressed with the number of badges she had gotten, knowing just how long and arduous the journey to the top was. Most trainers barely even make it to the first city before giving up and giving in to the comforts of a warm bed and regular meals every day. For a young lady like her to have gotten so far, there was no way she was weak.
However that didn't change the fact that Blaze was a bit at a loss for words. Since he came back, he had wanted to get all the badges again and train up some different pokemon, but so many thing had gotten in his way. He was no short of excuses, and he didn't quite want to admit to himself that he was sorely behind in his training. He could blame it on his other work, investing his time in team death and in his research rather than his training, but it didn't change the fact that he hadn't been in the forest in a few months now. His pokemon were ill trained and --
He had to stop. This train of thought was going to lead him to a place he did not want to go. Instead, he started to weave his story, ready to invest himself in the fiction he was going to create. As long as he believed in it wholeheartedly, it was nothing less than true. He looked at Mothra, still incubating on the duo of eggs, quickly going through the lie, feeling rather a sense of weight and guilt building in the pits of his stomach.
"I don't bother with gym badges," he said finally, hoping that his pause hadn't been too long. Once the words were out, he felt much better, much more relieved, confident in himself and the story he had prepared. "But I wouldn't look down on your feats. Not many trainers make it that far. It's quite impressive."
ooc murkrow incubation 3
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Post by DR-@@GON on Feb 18, 2012 13:01:03 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n There was a long pause after Sierra asked the question, but by now she'd gotten used to long pauses with him. He seemed to take a long time to answer carefully, in stark contrast to her. She preferred to just spout out whatever she felt like and have to endure the consequences. Besides, she could just stare at Mothra, who was still cuddling with her eggs like they were her life source.
Finally, he answered. Eyes dimmed a bit in suspicion at his answer. How could you profess to be a trainer if you didn't deal with gym badges? That was weird, and she felt like she should question it. First, though, she replied to his compliment. She shrugged meekly, unused to getting recognition for her feats. "Thanks, I guess." Her words were dry, but her tone betrayed gratitude. "But... you don't bother with gym badges? Really? I don't believe you." She pressed him with a cheeky tone of voice, beginning to pry with her eyes around his chest to see if he had a secret pocket for badges or something. If he had a bag, she looked at that, too. "All trainers fight at the gyms. It's like... a rite of passage." She mused. "C'mon, how many?" She asked again, her eyes teasing.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Super Junior - Shake It Up TAGS|| Sierra, Blaze TALK|| >8U
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Post by arionne ♥ on Feb 21, 2012 2:07:22 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 had nothing to fear anymore. The lie was in place and Blaze just had to play off it. He was good at that. It was comforting, it felt good, liberating. She was trying to call his bluff, but as the words came out of his mouth, they had become true. "I did them a long time ago. I believe I got to the fourth badge, before stopping." he told Sierra. "But since then, Cheyenne had changed a lot -- the gym leaders had all retired and the gyms have changed with them. I haven't had the time to personally challenge the new leaders, yet." The words came out smoothly, fluidly, his tone maybe just a bit too light.
"I'm sure you'll be able to surpass me, if you keep your trainer up," he told her, trying to steer the conversation back to her. "Unless you plan on changing careers to become a breeder. You certainly have the eggs, for it." The mere word made the large moth pokemon stir, looking curiously in case there were any more for her to steal take care.
ooc murkrow incubation 4
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Post by DR-@@GON on Feb 24, 2012 21:32:52 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra's look of disbelief slowly changed back into trust as her gullible nature took over. His explanation was sound, by the way he put it. It would've been foolish not to believe him! Besides, she couldn't prove how different Cheyenne used to be. Heck, she didn't even remember. "Okay then." was all she could reply after he gave that fluid response, surprised herself by how much it made sense. Even if she was less of a gullible person, that would've been hard to debunk.
His reassurance gave her hope. A 4-badge trainer reassuring her? It made her feel a whole lot better. A grin lit up her face at that. Then he suggested becoming a breeder and she practically scoffed. "You kidding? I'm the last person you'd want to be a breeder. I mean, did you see the way I almost dropped that egg? And besides, you're basically forcing two pokemon to..." She laughed as she trailed off on that sentence, turning her head away and faking a cough so that she wouldn't have to keep going. "... yeah. I'm not that kind of girl." She smiled playfully.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Fischerspooner - Never Win TAGS|| Sierra, Blaze TALK|| 8'DDD
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Post by arionne ♥ on Feb 26, 2012 16:11:26 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 smiled back at Sierra. " I've never quite thought if it like that," he told her, even though he remembered how different Makai was after he had sent him to the ranch with Zane's Nyra. The two houndours hadn't gotten along too well, but after the stay and an egg later, his own pokemon's confidence had grown quite a bit. " I'll make sure to root for you, then, whenever you decide to take on the third gym," he told Sierra. It would definitely be interesting, watching her battle again to observe her growth. She was definitely a strong trainer -- there was no question about that. Before he could start thinking about anything he would surely regret, because Sierra in Team Death was an absolute negative, something he would never allow, Mothra began to squirm quite violently. Where one of the eggs she was incubating once was, there was a pokemon. The moth tried to hide it, even though she definitely felt that something was wrong, but then the more she stayed there the more the pokemon beneath her wanted out. She had never meant to break her egg. With all the squirming and the uneven ground, two eggs became none, one of them replaced by quite an ugly looking creature whereas the other one had cracked and caved in, revealing an unfertilized yolk. Mothra felt the sticky liquid on her skin froze, panicking. No no no no no no no nonononononono! HER EGG! Her precious... her perfect egg! The pokemon flapped her wing and scurried up onto the tree, head down to stare in horror at the scene. Heartbroken, she let out a piercing wail. ::murkrow:: level 1 insomnia | super luck peck - astonish - sky attack - psycho shift
ooc murkrow egg hatched ! mod egg broken !
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Post by DR-@@GON on Feb 29, 2012 1:15:03 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra snickered at his reply. Did that mean she was more perverted than him? Pfft, no. Couldn't be. She continued to tell herself that, feverishly clinging on to whatever innocence she started with. She was pretty sure she had a lot of innocence when she started adventuring, but perhaps it slipped away when she got new friends in the Cheyenne Region. Maybe all of Cheyenne was just an orgy of corruption. Gross.
"You'd really root for me?" Sierra replied with a childish admiration in her eyes, mouth slightly agape like a kid who just won a prize at Chuck-E-Cheese. Then she gave a slight laugh. "You're just saying that. A guy like you probably doesn't have time to watch someone like me fight a gym battle..." She laughed then, but suddenly heard noises coming from Mothra's direction and held her breath, realizing that something was happening with her eggs.
She saw a flash of black under the huge moth's wing as she squirmed. "Is that...?" The bold girl took a step closer to the flaming insect, but quickly shielded her face as the beast soared up into the tree and simply wailed. In the meantime, she'd dropped her cargo - a broken, leaking egg shell and the Murkrow, who was chirping with fear as comforting heat turned into chilling cold. In a mere moment Sierra was kneeling next to the baby bird, picking her up without hesitation and hugging her to her chest. "Shh, it's okay. You're safe." Sierra comforted the bird, who quieted down a little as warmth seeped in and the girl's voice calmed her.
Sierra looked down at the other egg, biting her lip with disappointment. She would've made a joke about eating the egg, but the thought that it could've been a baby like the very one she was holding made her hold her tongue. Time and place. "I don't have any more eggs." She stated, feeling some burden leave her now that all of her eggs had hatched or been shown as unfertilized. She'd found quite a few of them, and without help they would've caused her a lot of worry.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| The Postal Service - Such Great Heights TAGS|| Sierra, Blaze TALK|| I'd eat that egg. ;D
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Post by arionne ♥ on Mar 5, 2012 0:41:39 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;] Mothra was feeling absolutely terrible -- she had failed the girl. She presented her with these beautiful, perfect eggs, and one by one she destroyed all of them, creating these monstrosities. Her compound eyes stared at Sierra, wondering if the girl had more eggs with her. She had kept a steady stream going, so maybe...?
It didn't seem like it. Even if she did had any, the moth-like creature doubted it she would trust her with any other egg, considering how badly she's taken care of them. She felt her trainer try to comfort her, his hands on her large abdomen. Mothra wasn't interested in any comfort, though, shaking her trainer off, her wings forming small gusts of wind while she was at it.
Blaze hadn't expected his Pokémon to be so hurt by the whole affair. He knew how important eggs were to her, though he hadn't figured out why she was so obsessed with them, but the loss of the string of eggs had really gotten to her. Hopefully he would be able to breed her a couple of eggs to keep her company, even if her overheated body did nothing but encourage the Pokémon within to hatch at an earlier date.
The gusts were certainly not expected, and the ground was still a bit wet from the storm (that had subsided sometime, leaving nothing more than small trickle of rain, misting down and creating shapes in the lake). Blaze lost his footing and found himself falling into the water, the cold soaking through his clothes and chilling him to the bone. The water was shallow, though the muddy bottom seemed to pull Blaze down a bit, his behind getting stuck as the water continued to soak him. Damn it -- his items would get wet. More importantly, his pokeballs were going to get wet. Scrambling, he took off his jacket and threw it onto the bank, leaving nothing but a few layers of clothes, clinging to his body from the water.
Dear Arceus it was cold.
ooc OKAY LET'S DO THIS HOPEFULLY THIS WILL WORK OUT.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Mar 10, 2012 2:57:09 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra managed to calm the Murkrow, and now she was seeking Mothra with her eyes, trying to gauge what the huge creature was feeling. Many-faceted eyes gazed back at her, staring. She felt a feeling like she was being prodded for more, but since she already answered, she assumed that the creature understood. Blaze came up from the side of her vision and seemed to try and comfort the beast, who only responded with vicious gusts. Sierra, too, had to shield from them, which was difficult considering how she was still holding the newborn Murkrow to her chest. The infant was crying out with fear of Mothra and her power, her wings trying to move under Sierra's hold. It was very distracting to a girl who was already occupied with trying not to trip backwards on one of the willow's roots.
Distracting enough, in fact, for her to fall backwards, letting out a high pitched yelp as she very nearly fell backwards into the lake. But by a stroke of luck, she managed only to land on her back, her hat and hair touching the water. Horrified that her hat had come in contact with liquids, she quickly called the newborn Murkrow into a spare Pokeball, turned onto her stomach and grabbed her hat, grimacing as it dripped. "Gross..." She set it carefully on a root before pushing herself up, realizing that Blaze was in the chilling water.
A look upwards, past the fronds of the willow tree, told her that the rain had stopped. Occasionally, the leaves dripped with the left over rain. Sierra stood, brushing herself off and squeezing the water out of her hair. It was cold to the bone. "Are you enjoying that swim?" She questioned Blaze, slight worry and slight amusement on her face at the same time.
Meanwhile, Sierra's Basculin was up to no good. Having found his swimming fins, he had been exercising for a while in the lake - even almost caught an insect that fled from his jaws in the last moment. Spying another thing for his jaws to latch onto, he steered straight towards it. Black, long, and waving slightly at the edge -- to anyone else, it was apparent that it was Blaze's leg. But to the newborn fish, it was another thing to grab and hold. Without hesitation, he attempted to nibble Blaze's calf.
::basculin:: RAWR
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| None TAGS|| Sierra, Blaze TALK|| LE HONK
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Post by arionne ♥ on Mar 17, 2012 22:01:44 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;] It was cold. Swimming outside in lakes was a summer activity, meant to be done in the sun and warmth, meant to cool down when it was scorching hot outside. Blaze liked the warmth. He was used to the fire that radiated off his pokemon, he was used to be constantly sweating in hopes of a small breeze to cool him down. He liked feeling as if he was being cooked alive, the feeling quite invigorating. And in the winter, nothing was better than curling up next to his Arcanine on a patch of dirt that had been heated up thanks to a good old fire attack. The baked soil would radiate the heat from bellow while the fur would nuzzle against his skin and prevent his body heat from escaping.
The lake was everything he hated. The water got into every nook and cranny, freezing him in places he really rather keep warm, and when he stood up, the water still clung to his clothes and to his hair, chilling him down even further when a gust of wind blew past. It was miserable and terrible and he hated it beyond all measures.
Waist-deep in murky, freezing water, Blaze ran his fingers through his hair, pulling them back so they didn't cling to his forehead. He saw the Mothra was doing her best, trying to disappear, knowing that she had caused all of this. The pokemon climbed as high as she could, her weight making the tree branch sag a bit when she chose a skinnier branch to crawl onto. Sierra had also fallen also, but seemed to have managed to keep dry. There was mud on her clothes though, from the fall, but it really didn't look too bad compared to what his state was, now. He wasn't sure what to feel about her question, but her tone wasn't malicious, a hint of lightness in it. "The water isn't exactly pleasantly warm, so no, not reall-YYYYYYY!"
Blaze wasn't the kind of person to screech, and so that definitely wasn't a screech, but a loud yelp. And really, it was to be expected when he felt a set of sharp teeth latch onto his calf. He pulled away immediately and tried to run onto shore but the mud made his movements slow and heavy and ended up looking like a child, flailing about in the water, splashing an unnecessary amount of water with his hands as he tried to bat the creature away. It was truly hard for him to see what had touched him, but it was sharp and it felt dangerous and he really really hoped that it wasn't a sharpedo because these lakes didn't house any sharpedoes did they? That would be stupid of course they didn't so what was it that was trying to eat him?
ooc HONKYDONK.
Breeding post 25
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Post by DR-@@GON on Apr 4, 2012 0:19:46 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra couldn't help the laugh when she glimpsed Blaze waist-deep in murky, muddy water, his eyes eclipsed by bedraggled, wet hair that he soon smoothed back. Never in a million years would she have imagined that she'd be in this position, laughing in the proximity of the man who was running the very organization she opposed. It was wonderfully strange, this human side to him. He was still terse, yes, but aside from that one malicious smirk (which chilled her, even as she thought of it), he seemed like an actually likable person.
It was still satisfying to see him all dirtied and covered in mud, though, the fact that she too was dirty notwithstanding. One look at her own clothes and she wanted to hop in too, but not before she listened to the glorious answer to her question. The sarcasm in his voice got her to grin until he suddenly let out a yelp, which made her jump - literally - and trip over her own clumsiness into the water with a surprised shriek.
Meanwhile, the Basculin quickly unlatched from the human's leg at the sudden movement, his teeth accidentally scraping against the tender human flesh as he swam back. The splashing caused his vision to blur, rendering him unable to discern where Blaze was. The confused infant swam mindlessly around until he rammed into Sierra's thigh.
Her face was still underwater at that time, so she let out a small gurgle of surprise before swimming frantically back up to the surface and gasping in some air. It was ridiculously cold considering that it just rained and they were still trapped in the throes of winter. "What was that!?" Sierra inquired incredulously, looking around in the water for the attacker.
The Basculin then surfaced, his cold, red eyes peering into the souls of both Blaze and Sierra. It was his infantile way of saying hello, really, but to Sierra it was no different than a death wish. "Woah!" She yelped, frantically swimming backwards away from the bloodthirsty creature.
::basculin::
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Homestuck Vol 8 - Cascade TAGS|| Sierra, Blaze, Basculin shenanigans TALK|| |D lol
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