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Post by Clover on Aug 16, 2017 20:08:08 GMT
It was eight in the morning when Aiden Gallagher walked toward the pokemon lab--according to the lobby dude back at his hotel, that was the earliest they accepted walk ins. His fiery hair flopped with every step and Aiden couldn't keep the stupidly giddy smile off his face. The day was young and it was already fucking fantastic. It wasn't a long walk so he strolled through the village slowly, trying to really take in the day. He wanted to remember it for a long time. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, his pan of cinnamon rolls were perfectly iced, and Aiden was about to get his starter.
As if that weren't enough, he was done with school. Forever. His school had mailed in his official high school diploma earlier that week. His parents had framed it, and that was it. School was over, finished, finito, terminado... what was the French word for it? Fini? Aiden couldn't remember. Aiden didn't care. Maybe he wasn't fluent in French, but that wasn't going to ruin this day.
He had a backpack slung over his shoulders and a glass dish in his arms. Aluminum foil covered up the cinnamon rolls and he carried it like it was the most valuable thing he owned. He'd been up for hours already--to shower, to pack, to make the delicacies tucked beneath the foil, and just to revel in the best day of his life. He double checked his phone to make sure it was past 8:00 (even if it was only by a few minutes). Once he was sure he was good to go, he adjusted his pan of cinnamon rolls so it was supported by one hand, and turned the doorknob with the other.
"G'morning, my dudes!" The lab employees weren't his dudes, of course. He didn't know a single person there. Aiden was just the sort of person who assumed strangers were friends he hadn't met yet. He walked up to the counter and pulled the aluminum foil away from the dish, revealing a dozen still-warm cinnamon rolls.
"I know it's early, so I made y'all a treat." He beamed to the person at the desk, utterly oblivious to everything else in the building. He didn't care much about labs or sterile environments or anything. Aiden loved three things in life above all else: people, food, and fire type pokemon. He'd already made the food and (as far as he knew) there were no fire types in the immediate vicinity, so the person at the desk received one hundred percent of his attention. "Go on, try one! I'll trade ya for some paperwork. Guessing there's a bunch of that to fill out 'fore you hand out starters, hm?"
As if to lead by example, Aiden grabbed one of the cinnamon rolls on the edge of the pan and plucked it out. He took a bite of the diabetes-inducing goodness and let out a satisfied hmm. "Delicious." While still holding half a cinnamon roll in one hand, he looked back over at the person at the counter. "For real, though. I don't have an appointment but was told you take walk ins. Hope it's cool I'm here so early." He took another two bites, finishing off the roll. He held his (non-cinnamon-y) hand over the counter for a handshake. "Name's Aiden Gallagher," he said with a grin. "And you are?"
His mother would have been so proud. There were two guaranteed ways to win people over, she always said--give them food and be confident. And confidence starts with a good handshake.
WORDS → 602 NOTES → Muchas gracias to whoever takes this =) Aiden loves loves loves fire types and it will be harder for a non-fire type to win him over, but it's not impossible. So throw whatever at him. He'll survive.
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Post by fitz on Aug 19, 2017 8:53:08 GMT
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Post by Clover on Aug 19, 2017 17:47:52 GMT
"Bribe? Nahh, not at all." Aiden waved the concern away with his non-sugar-coated hand. "More of an apology, really. I'm sure y'had other plans for your morning. I'll try to be quick, though," he promised. And if the dozen freshly iced apologies smoothed things over and gave him a better chance of starting off with a fire type, well... that would just be a coincidence. A wonderful and welcome one, to be sure. "Well, Tate, it's lovely t'meet you." He grinned at the handshake-fistbump, then grabbed the pen. "Glad you like 'em! Hopefully they're good enough to make up for my chicken scratch, too," he joked. He started filling out the paperwork, writing slowly to make sure it was legible at all. If he wrote too fast, the letters just turned into nondescript lines. He was halfway through scrawling out a messy address when Tate mentioned a pokemon. He looked up from the page and beamed. "Absolutely! There's plenty for everyone."His exuberant smile faded ever so slightly when he caught sight of the Rowlet. The fact that she was too fat to fly didn't bother him; the girth could help in battles. She'd be a bigger target, but a tackle from a large bird like her would hurt more than one from an average sized Rowlet. There were always silver linings to be found, always strategies to work with. And she loved food! Perfect trait for a trainer who loved to cook. If she'd been a fat Litten instead of a fat Rowlet, he would've grabbed her and run off with her without a second thought. But she wasn't a Litten. She was a grass type. How well would a grass type fare in a team that would (hopefully) be full of fire types? Aiden couldn't see himself choosing her, but that didn't mean she didn't matter. Everyone had to eat. So he grabbed one of the cinnamon rolls and knelt down to present it to the owl. "Here y'go, little lady. If ya want more, just holler." Aiden glanced back up at Tate from his kneeling position on the floor. "No worries, Tate. Always happy to find someone to eat my food. I come from a family of ten so I'm not used to just cooking for me." She mentioned type preferences and he stood up in an instant, all but quivering with excitement, like he was a Growlithe and Tate had just shown him a tennis ball. "Mm, yeah, I do! Fire types all the way. They're my favorites." He beamed and glanced down at the Rowlet. Hopefully she'd be too preoccupied with the cinnamon roll to be offended by his answer. "Been in love with 'em for... a decade now, I s'pose? I plan on specializing in them as a trainer."The question had been a two-parter though, so he hurried onward. "I grew up in Rigel. My parents took in a bunch of strays and injured pokemon before Peaceberry was founded. We still have a couple of 'em. Me 'n my siblings helped take care of them. Feeding 'em, cleaning up after 'em, walking and playing with 'em, all that. S'all pet stuff, though, not trainer stuff." It wasn't much experience for a budding trainer-to-be but it was all he had. "Outside of that, I've watched a ton of battles, but that's about it. It's the one thing my parents were strict about--we have to graduate high school before we can get pokemon of our own." He wasn't trying to blame his parents; he just had a serious case of verbal diarrhea. Once Aiden got talking, it didn't occur to him to stop until he literally had nothing else relevant to say. After he shut up, he realized he still had paperwork to fill out. He picked the pen back up and got to work, filling the pages with line after line of chicken scratch. WORDS → 651 NOTES → fitz
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Post by fitz on Aug 21, 2017 19:56:33 GMT
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Post by Clover on Aug 23, 2017 21:10:48 GMT
Tate released the second pokemon and, oh, Aiden wanted to hug her--just wrap the short little lady up in the largest ursaring hug in the history of ursaring hugs. A Tepig! Her sides bulged out and she had a delicate double chin going on, and the pudgy piglet's large body made her large eyes look all more endearing. So cute. So fucking cute. The only thing mildly out of place was her voice. The gruff tone, in Aiden's heart-filled eyes, just added some character to her. "Hello," he responded, very nearly physically restraining himself from overwhelming the lil dude. (Or the lil dudette, he supposed.) The Tepig wasn't terribly talkative but if the Rowlet's response was to be trusted, she wanted a cinnamon roll of her own. Aiden opted against grabbing her one. The Rowlet had the right idea, he thought; the Tepig could ask for her own if she wanted one. A little test, if you will: does she have the nerve to ask for what she wants? Yes or no? And if the answer was no, that was fine; not everyone had to be brave. But a pokemon that timid was perhaps not the best fit for a trainer-in-the-making, no matter how wonderful said trainer-in-the-making thought she was. Rowlet carried on the conversation so Aiden focused on her. She certainly knew all the big points to hit. Had she been through all this before? He hoped not. If she'd been through this before, it meant she'd been rejected before. If three pokemon were offered to every trainer, it made sense that the majority of pokemon were turned down, but he'd never thought about what life was like for the ones who weren't chosen. Regardless, Aiden brushed the sad thoughts aside and focused on her questions instead. "Mm, training and gym, definitely!" He nodded eagerly. "I've been watching that tournament that's going on, too. I want to enter something like that someday." That particular tournament style didn't appeal to him much. Win or lose, he wanted all of his battles to be fought with his team. "And I want to raise a shit ton of fire types--excuse my language," he said with a laugh. "If I had my way, I'd raise some of all of 'em."That was a bit of a pipe dream, and Aiden knew it. There were a lot of fire types in the world and most of them weren't native to Inset. But what was the point of dreaming if you dreamed small? "As for the rangers, hmm..." The ginger fell uncharacteristically quiet for a moment while he thought it over. He'd never seen himself in the rangers before but Rowlet had a point. At least on paper, it sounded similar to the rest of his experience with pokemon. "Maybe?" It wasn't a particularly confident answer but it was a truthful one. "I would help pokemon if I found one who needed it, but I mean, hopefully anyone'd do that. It wouldn't be the focus of my journey, I guess." Just saying it out loud made the normally chipper boy's smile fade away. It hadn't felt so bad in his head but now that the words were out there, it sounded awfully selfish. Not wanting to end his spiel on such a sour note, Aiden looked between the two plump pokemon before him. "What about you guys? What are you hoping to do once you get out of the lab?"WORDS → 577 NOTES → fitz
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Post by fitz on Aug 24, 2017 21:12:53 GMT
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Post by Clover on Aug 24, 2017 22:50:46 GMT
The impromptu test of his didn't last long and Tepig passed it with flying colors. Aiden waited for less than a minute before she stepped forward to ask for a cinnamon roll in the sweetest freaking way. While his heart was busy melting, Aiden grabbed the tray of cinnamon rolls from the counter near Tate and brought it down to the floor with him. (Tate seemed to be looking for a third pokeball and if the next arrival wanted a cinnamon roll, he didn't want to have to reach all that way again.) "'Course you can," he said happily while he pulled a roll out for her. He set it on the tile floor a few inches in front of the piglet. Tepig was possibly a little shy, maybe a little fearful, but incredibly polite--and that bulk, man. Aiden couldn't get over it. What would she look like as an Emboar? They were already the heaviest of all the typical fire starters, and by a wide margin. Charizards, if Aiden recalled correctly (and he usually did, where fire types were concerned), were the next heaviest among the starters. The standard Emboar easily had a hundred pounds on the standard Charizard. Were Emboar the heaviest fire types in the world? It was possible. He wracked his brain for a moment, trying to think of others. Camerupts beat them, probably. This gal, though... hoo boy. If her girth stayed with her, Tepig could even give the living volcanoes a run for their money by the time she was done evolving. "Tournaments, yep!" He grinned at her question. Between her voice and her face, Tepig sounded like murder and looked like anxiety. The juxtaposition was endearing, somehow. Not that Aiden was unbiased. Most things fire types did were endearing to him. Tepig could have tackled him to the ground and suffocated him with her little hoof, and with his dying gasp, Aiden would've told her what a good, smart girl she was. Luckily for everyone involved, Tepig seemed far too polite for such a thing. "Not right away, though," he added, hoping her eyes would un-widen a bit. He didn't want to scare her off. "I'd want my team to have a badge or two under its belt first." Aiden eyed the pan of cinnamon rolls, almost half-gone, and decided to indulge himself. He picked another one up and took a small bite out of it before continuing. "Gym leaders are definitely more, eh, technically gifted than the average tournament entrant, I suppose. But gyms are easier to prepare for. You know the arena, the types, and you can watch their matches to get a feel for their style." That last bit didn't apply to Inset, not yet; the first gym leader had only recently been announced. But he didn't anticipate being ready for a gym challenge tomorrow or anything. There was plenty of time for other trainers to give the fighting type gym a go in the meantime. While he bit into his cinnamon roll for the second time, he turned back to the Rowlet. "Mhm," he said through closed lips. "As many as I can actually keep, y'know, healthy and entertained." Shortly after he answered, Tate broke his heart for a second time by releasing another fire type: a Cyndaquil. This one was notably less timid than Tepig. His nose twitched away for a long moment, evidently more interested in the food than the company. The impulse wasn't exactly foreign to Aiden; he was an extrovert by nature but people were everywhere. Genuinely good food was a bit harder to come by sometimes. "Thanks! And damn, you're good," Aiden complimented. He always admired people and pokemon with good noses--doubly so when the nose belonged to fire types. Most pokemon liked his food but few had been interested in the recipes themselves. Did pokemon cook? Could they, without opposable thumbs or whatever? It was an intriguing idea. "Nutmeg indeed. I think the scent's mostly from that, the cinnamon, and the vanilla extract." The real vanilla extract. Aiden's wealthy upbringing had made him a snob to cheap alternatives like imitation vanilla. No ma'am, no thank you. "But human noses are pretty weak, so I can't say for sure. You might be picking up on the honey in the dough too. Secret ingredient," he said with a wink while he took another bite. "Do you cook? Or bake, or anything?"He laughed along with the Rowlet and beckoned towards the tray. "You're free to take another--and you can have one, too, if you want," he added to the Cyndaquil. Everyone else in the room had actually tasted the rolls, but he'd only admired their smell so far. "Mm, yeah," he said, returning his attention to Rowlet. "I don't know much about preparing for contests, but going on looks alone, you'd sweep in a cute contest as a Rowlet or Dartrix. Decidueye... Tough or cool contests would be a breeze, I bet." He liked the Rowlet. She was kind, thoughtful, curious, all good things. But the grass typing... she said it herself: fire and feathers don't mix. Tepig spoke up next and Aiden listed with rapt attention. He talked to Rowlet because he liked talking to everyone he met and she was cool, but he talked to Tepig because he was legitimately considering her as a starter. He watched her body language more closely than he'd watched Rowlet, and listened just as intently to the pauses in her speech as he did to her actual words. She sounded...something. Bored? Depressed? Ashamed? Aiden was rarely any of those things so it was a hard feeling for him to pinpoint. "Do you have many friends at the lab?" In his experience, people whose goals included making more friends often didn't have many at the time. He assumed the same was true for pokemon. "I don't mean to pry. It's just, if you have friends here, I don't... I wouldn't want to take you away from them." Truthfully, he desperately wanted the Tepig. She was, ugh. Heartbreaking. Adorable. And the potential of an XL Emboar charging down its opponents in gym battles and tournaments and all manner of fights? Talk about flawless. But if staying in the lab with her friends was better for her, he wouldn't take that away from her. Because he was shameless and a tad bit selfish, though, he carried on talking. "This lab is beautiful but the world's a big ol' place. Lots of opportunities to make friends out there. New pokemon that we'd--" he hoped the extremely subtle we drop was okay "--meet, new trainers, all sorts."He hesitated before addressing her second point. He vehemently wanted to agree, wanted to guarantee that leaving the lab would help her lose weight, just so she'd be willing to leave with him... But Aiden wasn't a liar. "Training might help with that." He said slowly, like he was trying to talk himself out of saying more. "Like, it might not make you lose pounds, but muscle's denser than fat. So the number on a scale might stay the same or even increase, but you'd look more compact. If that's what you're after."Otherwise, dieting was the way to go. But as the Bringer of the Cinnamon Rolls, Aiden couldn't very well say that. How big of a hypocrite would he be then--offering her a second roll in one breath and telling her to diet in the next? He eyed the Cyndaquil again. Until he knew for sure that Tepig was okay leaving her home, Cyndaquil was the next best choice. There were no points against Cyndaquil at the moment--he just knew Tepig better because she'd been out longer. That wasn't Cyndaquil's fault. "Outside of having that bamf nose of yours, what are your goals for once you leave the lab? Training and gyms, coordinating, Ranger work?"He hoped Rowlet wouldn't mind him stealing her phrasing. She'd sounded so smart, covering all the relevant bases in one go--he admired that. With two fire types to choose from, he almost definitely was not going home with her but he hoped she found a trainer soon. The ambitious owl seemed like she needed a chance to stretch her wings out in the real world. WORDS → 1,384 NOTES → fitz
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Post by fitz on Aug 27, 2017 22:47:39 GMT
[newclass=.juni-rs]position:relative;background-color:rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.38);padding:5px;top:41px;margin-left:0px;font-family:montserrat;font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;color:#FFFFFF;text-align:center;font-size:12px;text-transform:uppercase;text-shadow:-2px 1px #E854D6;[/newclass] [attr="class","bbb-icon"] [attr="class","bbb-txt"] Tepig sat as she ate her cinnamon roll, her legs getting tired fast from holding herself up on the hard floor. Her hooves longed for soft ground and springy grass, maybe Tate would let them out to play today if she wound up staying at the lab at the end of it all. She did like hearing that he wouldn’t push her or anyone else on his team beyond their limits, or jump into things like tournaments and gyms right out of the gate. That meant he was not only smart but considerate. He would be a good trainer no matter who he ended up with. Tate, while not a mind-reading Abra, could see this thought process on Tepig’s face in the way her eyes softened and her posture relaxed the more Aiden spoke. She had to agree, while a bit overwhelming at first, he seemed like a good kid, and she was at ease letting any of the three go with him after hearing him speak at length about his plans and ambition, as well as his overall philosophy on raising pokemon. Cyndaquil smiled at the compliment. He knew he had a good nose, but his sense of taste was just as powerful and he licked his lips, stepping in the direction the smell was wafting from as Aiden spoke more about the ingredients inside the cinnamon rolls, < Oh, no, it’s a hard thing to do with my little stump hands. > he said, laughing, < But I do love to indulge in the finer things when I’m able, and whoever made these had a quality palate if they thought to add more than the standard fare. > he added, plucking one of the rolls out with a bit of difficulty once it was offered. Rather than just picking it up he seemed to paw at the bottom of the pan before he found purchase, and then painstakingly pulled one away from the rest, tearing it in half in the process before sitting with it and bringing the wad of dough and icing and cinnasugar to his mouth, taking a heary bite. It melted instantly, the sugar caramelizing between his teeth. He waited until the first bit was gone before speaking up again, < Yes, the honey! Mmm, oooh! Clover honey! > he added as the fresh organic taste of it washed over his tongue from the back of his throat where a bit lingered. Tepig smiled, enjoying the scene of Cyndaquil enjoying his treat. She’d never be able to pick up on all those things, to truly enjoy every molecule of the baked good. But they all had their strengths and all had their weaknesses. Cyndaquil had had to learn to rely on his strengths so his weaknesses wouldn’t hold him back. It was a little funny to her that Tate had managed to pull three starters with an affinity for food in one way or another. As if she knew they could all appreciate the gesture of him bringing the treats for them more than the average pokemon. And even with her shame for her body, the way Aiden spoke about getting stronger and more compact stayed with her. He didn’t look at her like she was a fat slob - he saw her size as strength, saw the potential she had. She wished she could see that in herself….maybe in time. But it was hard not to compare yourself to slinkier fire types like Fennekin when they grew up to be majestic shaman-like warriors and, in her mind, she only grew bigger and uglier as she evolved. < Oh, I have friends. Rowlet and Cyndaquil are, actually, but...we all have to go sometime. Hopefully. > she added at the end, seeing the twinge of disappointment on Rowlet’s face at the thought of never getting to leave. She left his other thoughts unanswered on purpose, since she wasn’t sure herself if she would rather lose weight or just gain muscle tone. Either way he sounded like he would be supportive if he chose her, but she didn’t want to say one thing and end up wanting another down the line. Cyndaquil chuckled, < Oh, I’m a Pokemon of little ambition beyond my own capability. From a young age I knew my life would be a difficult one. So I trained hard to hone what strengths I did have to make up for the ones I didn’t. But I’m afraid I spent so much time on the micro issues I never spared a thought for what to do in the macro - what I would like to be and do and s-....> he hesitated on the word, knowing that was impossible, < Experience in my life beyond these walls. Working with the rangers seems a noble task, however, from what I know of them. It would be rewarding to give back, and help other pokemon with limitations of whatever kind. >
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Post by Clover on Aug 28, 2017 7:42:01 GMT
Aiden listened to each pokemon in turn. Now that the conversation was flowing, both Tate and Rowlet seemed content to step aside and let the fire types take control. Aiden finished off the last bits of his cinnamon roll and dusted the sugary residue off his fingers. It bought him a few extra moments to think over his options. Either of the fire types would've made an excellent starter. (Rowlet would have made an excellent starter, too, just not for Aiden.) Cyndaquil sounded like a kind soul, if a bit world weary. They were both friendly. They were both thoughtful. They were both a little down on themselves but not so much that it was crippling, at least not that Aiden could see. He hummed to himself and looked from Tepig to Cyndaquil and back to Tepig. The Cyndaquil was such a sweetheart, but... He couldn't quite put his finger on what the but was, but did it matter? If he was thinking that way, it meant he'd already made up his mind. It was the damned idea of the extra large Emboar--it was the sad way she said she wanted more friends--the shy way she needed prompting to ask for a cinnamon roll--it was everything. Fuck. Yes. He'd already decided. Tepig had said it herself: they all had to go sometime. He looked her in the eyes and grinned. "How do you feel about going today?"WORDS → 240 NOTES → fitz thank you so much for modding & please excuse the length lmao I have no excuse
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Post by fitz on Aug 28, 2017 12:54:44 GMT
[newclass=.juni-rs]position:relative;background-color:rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.38);padding:5px;top:41px;margin-left:0px;font-family:montserrat;font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;color:#FFFFFF;text-align:center;font-size:12px;text-transform:uppercase;text-shadow:-2px 1px #E854D6;[/newclass] [attr="class","bbb-icon"] [attr="class","bbb-txt"] Tepigfemale - lvl 05 - blaze tackle - tail whip - curse Tepig is a little bigger than your average piglet because she got a double dose of the bulk gene from an enormous Emboar mother and an equally humongous Camerupt father, the latter of which she has to thank for her egg move "curse". Despite being bred specifically for more heft and power, she's only grown up to resent this natural build that she has. She's got a pretty poor body image and hasn't quite learned to love herself. While she'll ask her trainer to help her lose weight, and may even be at risk of developing an eating disorder in the process, it's just not in her DNA to be slim - and this will only make her fall from the disappointment that much harder. The lab recommends the trainer helps her to be as healthy as she can be, and encourage her to love the body she was born with and use it to her advantage. She'll have some stumbles along the way, but with your support, in the end you'll have a tank of a pokemon with a heart of gold, who loves nothing more than the occasional cheat day and making new friends.
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