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Post by noose on Oct 17, 2010 13:32:29 GMT -5
Riley Grey O’Connell perfection will never overpower us [/I] It had been quite a journey from her nautical hometown to the southern reaches of Cheyenne region. For a majority of the voyage the Erufuun Pokémorph had embarked on a humble commuter boat to cross the high seas. It was a small vessel: equipped with very tiny, homely cabins and the basic necessaries. Meals, while they did offer fruits and other greens to fight off the dread of scurvy, usually consisted of salted meats, hardtack, and dried fish (long-lasting things that could be stored with minimum fuss).
Riley did not fall victim to seasickness - much too used to the choppy waves - though it did take her several hours to find her sea-legs. Until that point the lass tumbled around, wobbling and searching for support whenever the ship would roll or dip. There was salt everywhere too. It stuck to the air, cracking her lips and worming its way into her clothing. Luckily the weather was fair and no storms were conjured to make the trip any less pleasant. Nor did many sea-dwelling creatures follow the boat either: a few pods of Goldeen hunting for scraps and an occasional Sharpedo who’d feed off said goldfish.
Overall, Riley lingered near the stern of the ship and daydreamed.
After landing on solid ground the trainer boarded a bus, and claiming a seat to herself, slept. She barely fluttered an eye open to examine the other passengers as they came and went. Honestly Riley was only lucid when her stop came into view in the near distance. Finally did she notice the bumpiness, the loud hum of the engine, and the spatter of rain bouncing off the hood and windows.
Grabbing her backpack, the girl slid from the automobile once it slowed to a halt. She thanked the driver and opened her umbrella, grinning up into the gloom. The Erufuun Pokémorph felt the steam and heat of the bus as it moved and effectively trekked further down the paved road without her. Riley had to go on foot from now on; fortunately she enjoyed the thought of it.
Despite what another would ponder, she loved this beginning of her life. She cherished the mild chill that made her snuggle into the depths of her sweater dress, and the fat rain droplets that fell from the heavens above. This was perfect in her mind.
Just as the swollen, slate-colored clouds released an ominous portent, did the blond take her first step. She continued down the mud caked path until briefly ceasing at a crossroads. A wooden sign captured her attention, informing her of the two separate destinations. There was the laboratory - it was safe and warm and one was always certain about things there. Then there was another location called a Ranger Station; Riley was uncertain of what that meant and could instantly feel her curiosity flicker. A moment passed, the teenager tapping her boots against the sticky ground as she contemplated before dancing to her left.
Ranger Station it is.
Her pace was moderately slow, taking pleasure in the scenery and the other beautiful elements. Though in what felt to her like a flash, did Riley arrive at the water-battered tents. "Anyone home?", she called out, her long ears twitching for a signal of life inside the hub. The humanoid ram gripped her portable stem of shelter a bit tighter, and decided to continue, "I’ll share my umbrella." [/font]
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Post by Sp❣rit on Oct 17, 2010 18:18:16 GMT -5
Ranger Bijou
Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. The constant sound of raindrops pouring on top of the Ranger Tent made the brown haired girl cast her eyes up in sullen acceptance. It was as if the sky itself was expressing its doleful nature. She could literally see the rain cumulate on the very top of her dorm, filling up as if it was a pond housing Magikarp and Goldeen. Now that would have made her job easier, if there had been water Pokémon living up there, but it was rare when trainers actually wanted to start out with those two. In general, the water types did not get the appreciation that they deserved.
She thought about them, and what they represented as she put the top coat on her glittery blue nails. Making it nice and even, she examined both hands to see if there was any paint smeared on her skin. Yes, she certainly found them to her desire. She giggled as if she was being tickled when she felt a movement below her toes. Peering down under the table, Bijou saw that her Dewgong was starting to wake. ”My my. You have good intuition, Maria. I’s just finished my masterpiece.” She flashed her glittery nails at the water type, and the sleepy Dewgong looked at them in awe. The way that the nails sparkled reminded her of the snow gently falling in the winter.
<Oh, madam. I believe I hear a visitor.> The Dewgong’s head perked up at the direction of the stranger’s voice, smelling something off about it. Not a bad ‘off’, but something curious. Bijou’s gaze followed to the tent flap and she stared at it in silence. Then…
”Oh goodness! I zoned off, so sorry!” She exclaimed, with her French accent as clear as the rain outside. She opened the tent flap for the girl, motioning for her to come inside. ”Please do not spend the day out there, you must come in. Some tea, perhaps?” She asked, only briefly noting the girl’s odd appearance. It had yet to really sink in though.
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Post by noose on Oct 17, 2010 22:18:06 GMT -5
Green eyes complacently peered up into the glowering storm as their hostess patiently lingered about. She took delight in watching the bloated clouds sporadically shift and mold themselves into large grey shapes. The heavens would in seldom lighten, illuminated by a strike of shearing white. Those flashes remained within the gloom; never once did a lethal claw wiggle its way down to earth. Thunder would pursue the electric display and would rumble off for miles. That sound felt peculiarly enjoyable to Riley once it would enter her eardrums, triggering a faint quiver.
The Erufuun Pokémorph practically purred when she noticed the raindrops descending more rapidly. A sudden belch erupted skyward and even plumper beads were soon released. They’d smack against the ground; little speckles of mud and grass flared to protest, often reaching up and clinging to Riley’s bare legs.
Once more her long ears jerked, detecting a low voice from within the tent. Moments passed when a second joined the conversation: this one obviously accented with a trace of French. A flap was pushed open, a feminine hand beckoning her inside the cozy, warm material-made room.
"It’s quite alright." Riley reassured the ranger, a weak smile forming, pulling at her face. The soon to be trainer toyed with her umbrella until its shield was folded into a wet, colorful bundle. She then processed indoors, eyes adjusting to the light available. "Lovely day, isn’t it?" she added, trying to appear friendly and perfectly sociable.
Her amused grew when the blond noticed the elegant Dewgong a mere two feet away. She was tempted to wander closer and tenderly stroke the ice type, however refrained from doing so. It could be considered bad manners to fondle somebody else’s Pokémon. In addition her brain informed her that she had already handled enough of those sea lions back home - thus she did not need to touch it.
Nibbling on her bottom lip, Riley choose to compliment to female instead, "Your Dewgong is very beautiful." The words seemed weird to her, but that notion was absolutely silly. Praise was a good thing - most people loved to be rewarded with it - therefore her statement was not strange.
"Yes, I would love some tea." she answered, a slight blush rising from her cheeks. Awkwardly she gazed around, a hand absentmindedly fiddling with one of her horns before giving her full attention to Bijou. She was pretty: thin and dark haired. She didn’t look so much as "trainer bound" as she did Hollywood bound - or Paris - or wherever else being decorative was a job skill.
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Oct 18, 2010 6:47:42 GMT -5
Bijou smiled as the Trainer looked her over. She wouldn't be the first, and she probably wouldn't be the last either. Putting on a kettle, she made two cups of sugary tea while her Dewgong observed.
After the tea was done, she handed it out to the girl, then looked at her Dewgong. "Maria, go and get a Pokemon for my friend here." She patted the Dewgong on the back, and he slinked out of the tent to scour the Ranger Station for a Pokemon.
Turning back to Riley, she smiled. "Drink up. It'll keep you warm during weather like this." Stretching with a yawn, she scanned her nails again as she shot a couple of questions at the new arrival.
"So what kind of Pokemon do you want? Are you aiming to be a Trainer, a Coordinator, or something more along the lines of a Breeder?"
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Post by noose on Oct 18, 2010 9:52:11 GMT -5
Spouting off her gratitude, Riley accepted the thick and durable stoneware cup. She felt its smooth sides graze her fingertips - instantly warming - before fully grasping the beverage. The teenager blew at the surface of the tea until daring to allow any to enter her mouth. It was hot, but not to the degree that it would scald her lips or tongue; thus she continued to nurse on her drink.
Riley could feel her heart thump anxiously when Bijou informed her monster to go retrieve the future starter. She wanted to like the thing. She wanted to push judgmental and cynical tendencies out of her brain and completely fall in love with whatever her partner would be: a Spearow or Zigzagoon, or whatever else looked like it had just crawled out from under a sofa. As guilty as she felt, Riley just prayed it wasn’t anything of the direct feline species. It wasn’t as if she loathed them - just her experiences with them made her wary - as for some reason most cats wanted to eat her. While a picture of a Meowth chopping on her wasn’t as terrifying as it had been when she was seven, she was still cautious.
The Dewgong quickly fled from the dry tent and the ranger addressed the Erufuun Pokémorph. She nodded, allowing more sweet liquid to drain down into the recesses of her throat. Silently she watched the female while she stifled around, though finally began to ask Riley questions.
"Oh umm. Anything really, as long as it doesn’t try to consume my flesh..." she answered darkly, another memory of a cat chasing her down an alley raking across her mind. "But I’d really like to eventually catch a Gyarados! They’re so cute with those faces and growls." Riley giggled; she’d love to have one of those dragons. Or two. Or five. Or twenty. "Err -- I’m unsure, as pitiful as that sounds. I’m willing to try all three fields, so I guess I’ll know what I’m dead-set on come tackling the next city."
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Post by Sp❣rit on Oct 18, 2010 11:00:00 GMT -5
::Rangerf:: ::dewgong:: Ranger Bijou
” Eat you up? Oh dear, no. It’s true that the Pokemon ‘ere are Wild, but they are very kind.” She replied, blowing on the top of her tea filled cup. The steam was forced right into her eyes, making her wince from the heat. She supposed that even Pokemorphs had to worry about certain things like that, but as long as she was bigger than the said Pokemorph Eater, wouldn’t she be fine? She also hoped that she wouldn’t have a starter that would try and attack her every chance it had. Why, when she first got her Maria from the Ranger Station a year ago, she was thrilled.
”Ah, please don’t fret. I wanted to become a Coordinator when I started out; ‘owever, I find the Ranger position to be quite fulfilling.” She replied with a smile towards the Pokemorph, still trying to figure out what kind she was. Nothing came to mind, and she was too much of a lady to even dare to ask her the question, so it was better to simply let it be. ”I also think Gyarados are quite magnifique.” She winked at the girl, glad to find another water type appreciator.
There appeared to be some kind of rukus going on outside of the tent, and she gave the girl a knowing look. From the sounds of it, it was her Maria pinning down the girl’s starter Pokemon. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a Starter Pack, leaving it on the table for the girl to claim. ”That is for you. Now, let’s see what Maria has picked up.” She giggled, feeling a bit of excitement from the fight going on outside. She opened the tent flap with an extreme eagerness to satisfy her curiosity, and found the giant Dewgong sitting on a small, squirming Tyrogue.
”Aww, good job, m’dear. A baby Pokemon is a friendly one indeed.” She responded with a happy clasp of her hands, taking out a Pokeball and throwing it at the Pokemon’s visible head. It clonked right into the Tyrogue’s head, nearly knocking it unconscious after all it went through. Soon all Maria was left sitting on was a mere Pokeball, which she kept pinned down with her fin.
It soon stopped shaking, meaning that it was captured. Picking up the Pokeball, she gently handed it over to the official trainer. ”This is for you, tres bien!” She laughed, glad to have another job successfully completed. Maria looked up at her trainer with feelings of amity, glad to see her trainer so proud of her.
You Get: ::tyrogue:: TyrogueLevel: 5 Gender: Male Abilities { Guts + Steadfast } Attacks: Tackle, Fake Out, Foresight, Helping Hand, Mach Punch Poleballs x 5 Potions x 3 Pokedex x1
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Post by noose on Oct 18, 2010 13:43:20 GMT -5
"I’m sure they’re all very congenial!" Riley responded abruptly. Her green eyes amplified in size, alarmed that she had possibly offended the brunette. "I didn’t mean to be impertinent. I - umm - apologize.", she trailed on as her heels scuffled against the ground in a mousey fashion. Bijou didn’t sound irritated, in fact her cords held more apprehension than anything. Either way, the junior trainer hoped she hadn’t stepped on any toes and came off being uncouth. After all she did highly appreciate the gift she’d soon be given; have it be a Skitty or not.
The conversation sustained afterwards; the ranger offering comfort in her words. It was true, while Riley set off knowing she’d attempt at befitting herself as a trainer (or whatever else), far from meant her purpose wouldn’t change. She could decide she detested battling or whatever else and might turn to become a nurse or talk show hostess. But whatever she’d choose, she would at least be united with something that was supposed to love her for years to come. Or, well, something along those lines, surely.
"Thank you." she hesitated for a moment, expression lifting some. "And they are, aren’t they? They’re stunning creatures."
The Erufuun Pokémorph cooed to herself while she recalled her past time with said monster. Though her memory was scattered all too soon when odd noises erupted from just outside the dorm. It was if there was a struggle, yet the older female did not look the least panicked.
She watched as Bijou waltz over to a dresser, pulling out a shelf and retrieving a small pack. She laid the bag down and quickly wandered to the front of the tent after announcing the package was meant for Riley. Taking the bundle, she poked through it until withdrawing a rather slick Pokédex. From there she stashed the rest away inside her larger backpack for later use out on Route One. And once the blond gathered herself, she followed the ranger to the now open flap.
A wriggling small, bald, and discolored toddler was fighting against the weight of the Dewgong...
No, that can’t be right.
Riley flipped open the machine in her hands and aimed it at the fighting type. A electronic voice echoed into the air, informing the lass that she thankfully wasn’t being given a random child. Consequently she shot a relieved smile at the Tyrogue before it was struck with a Pokéball. The sphere opened, sucking the beast inside its metal confines until the device ceased jiggling about.
"Merci!" she nearly sung, finding it appropriate to thank the woman in her naïve language when given the ball.
She hugged the thing to her chest, blushing four different shades of scarlet. Riley was truly surprised that she discovered she liked her new starter, despite her first, immediate impression. Perhaps she’ll have to write that down later - jot a small laconic - as to why exactly the Tyrogue appealed to her.
Riley thanked the ranger once more, though quickly turned to do the same to Maria. In a casual manner, she recorded the sea lion’s information also, and with expressing further gratitude, the Pokémorph decided to take her leave. She spread open her umbrella, protecting herself from the sheets of cool rain before waving enthusiastically at the pair. Practically skipping, she twirled around and trekked towards the entrance to the vast forest.
don’t hide from the light, they can’t burn bright forever
ooc: Ugh. You mods make me want to incorporate the word of the day in my posts now. :B [/blockquote] [/blockquote]
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