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Post by wizz • on Sept 22, 2017 2:06:05 GMT
[  ]  larvitar - second thread Not having a Pokemon didn't bother Kaneda much. He hadn't had a Pokemon as a partner with him for... ever. But what was strange, like really totally out there not normal far-fetched completely out there somebody help him sort of strange, was the fact that he had... a flipping... egg. An egg! He could hardly believe it himself. He never thought in a million years he would ever see himself with an egg. But here he was, holding a dull-green egg, with a large red diamond in the center of it with two smaller dark diamonds on the side. He knew what it looked like, it was a rarity in Johto. It looked like a Larvitar egg. But honestly? He wasn't going to get his hopes up. Why? Because every time he did they were dashed. I know, very tragic, but he's a sourpuss so don't feel too bad. Sitting in the sun with the egg buried in the sand seemed like a good idea. The sand was warm, so the egg would enjoy that. Not to mention if it did happen to be a Larvitar egg, then burying it was the quickest and healthiest way to get it to hatch. After all, Larvitar eggs are buried underground. They eat dirt or some shit to dig themselves up and into the surface... or so he'd been told. Maybe he read it in a magazine? Now he wasn't sure, but he did know warm was good so he decided to keep his egg buried in the sand. The egg was secure beneath his lap. He had his legs crossed, his feet tucked comfortably under each of his knees, keeping the egg covered with himself and sand as to ensure nobody stepped on it. Because it was the beach, Kaneda was in a pair of swim shorts and nothing else. His hair was pulled back in a low pony-tail to keep it contained during all the wind. And listening to the ocean? Well, that was definitely nice. words. 349 notes. pow - Dantelion (for harry?) |
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Post by Dantelion on Sept 22, 2017 10:17:57 GMT
| Pokemon:   | Harris sat down easel in front of him. As a painter, he looked for the most lovely scenes and as many artists have shown the ocean has an unsaid peace and beauty to it that most people could enjoy. Asta rested comfortably off to one side nestled against two eggs. The pair very much different in appearance. The motherly torkoal was keeping the pair warm with her own hot body. As a mother and fire type, she knew what to do and how to keep them warm.
"Hmm," Harris sounded as he looked around. A man sat not far off enjoying the scenery. He wasn't half bad looking either. Long hair moving in the wind, on a beach, alone and staring into the distance. It could make a fine painting. Though he was pretty sure many would question if it was a guy or girl the way he planned on doing it. Of course, he shouldn't get ahead of himself yet either. Not everyone likes to be immortalized in a painting. Harris stood from his hammock like stool. His slim figure being hidden by a loose white shirt and wearing swimming trousers reaching his knees. He wasn't nearly as confident as most in public places.
"Excuse me," he said walking over. He bent over slightly to be on a more face to face level. "Mind if I paint you with the ocean?"Asta watched on with a chuckle. She knew her trainer was probably very nervous just asking. Oddly enough he would faint at the strangest things but be okay with other things. The poor dear even worried about bringing her here since she was a fire type. Reassuring him he wasn't doing anything wrong was a task sometimes. TAGS: wizz • Wordcount: 289 +5 Blue |
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Post by wizz • on Sept 22, 2017 15:47:23 GMT
[ ] larvitar - second thread Sometimes it feels like people are watching you and nobody is. Then sometimes that feeling is followed by a small and polite voice asking you the strangest of questions... Kaneda turned his head to look at the boy who spoke, the moment he'd said 'excuse me.' He lifted a curious brow as the boy spoke his question, and then he was laughing. It wasn't that he was laughing at the boy, just laughing at the idea of himself in a painting. "I... a painting huh?" Not the first time he'd been asked to model for something, oddly enough. "Sure kid. Long as there isn't a dress involved, I don't mind." He would never be caught cross-dressing again. "Oh, and uh, as long as I don't have to move." He moved to pat the sand in his lap, the small mound that showed he was actually protecting something from beneath the sand. "I've got an egg down here and I don't wanna interrupt the burial process..."words. 184 notes. Dantelion |
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Post by Dantelion on Sept 22, 2017 19:02:26 GMT
| Pokemon: | Harris smiled a bit at his laughter. It probably wasn't everyday a person got asked such a question so he could imagine it being a bit funny. His comment had Harris cocking his head though. Why would he have to wear a dress?
"Ah, you a breeder as well then," Harris questioned as the man motioned to the mound beneath him. He kind of looked like a mother sitting on her eggs. It was endearing to say the least and made Harris think of him as a gentle person. "Don't worry you don't have to move."
"I have my own pair to hatch as well," Harris said looking back to Asta who was nuzzling the blue one turning it over. A large case sat beside the stool and was heavy as hell but it had all the paints he needed. Then the easel and canvas were already set up.
"I'm lucky to have received a fire type as my starter from the rangers," Harris admitted. Without her he definitely would be stumbling all over himself trying to keep them warm but not too warm. The idea of accidentally boiling them crossed his mind often. Her gentle reassurances kept his worries in check though. He probably doesn't faint as much as he would have without her. TAGS: wizz • Wordcount: 215 +5 Blue |
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Post by wizz • on Sept 22, 2017 23:26:05 GMT
[ ] larvitar - second thread Kaneda's eyes followed whatever Harris said. From talk of the eggs to talk about the Pokemon beside them. The fire turtle.... god, what was that one called again? Turtle coal... that was the hint he'd left himself. Nope, he was coming up blank. The idea that he was a breeder had Kaneda pulling a face, unbeknownst to himself. "Ah, not really. I happened upon it by accident, actually." That sounded stupid. Who happens upon an egg by accident? Apparently Kaneda. But the reassuring note was that he, in fact, did not have to move. He nearly thanked the kid but decided to keep that to himself. Because the kid probably didn't want him to move either. Once an artist has a set idea to paint, if anything moves, it's hated for eternity. Well, at least, that had been what an ex-girlfriend was like... "She looks like a good momma turtle." Kaneda wasn't sure why he said it like that but didn't care enough to change it. "And you're an artist then? Seeing the world and painting it? Don't you people travel around with a Smeargle?" It was a joke... mostly. words. 205 notes. Dantelion |
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Post by Dantelion on Sept 23, 2017 10:41:57 GMT
| Pokemon: | An accidental find? Perhaps something happened to the eggs parent then. The female was most likely caught and couldn't return to it or else he would have been attacked by a defending mom. Considering he was practically sitting on the egg himself Harris doubted he stole it. Someone that cold hearted wouldn't treat a egg like their own. "I've never really cared for smeargle really. They are acorn capped and have dark circles around their eyes making them constantly look sleepy," Harris said smiling as he thought of them. They simply looked weird to him. "If I had to travel with any Pokemon I'd definitely go with an Aurorus. They are both beautiful and strong." Not to mention tall so it would be easy to ride and could move his paints around for him since they were heavy.
"I guess I am a bit shallow that way. I simply enjoy beautiful things," Harris admitted hoping he didn't get the wrong idea. Harris was shallow appearance wise but he appreciated a good personality too and would treat them decently.
"I'm Harris Kruger by the way," Harris said offering his hand. It was impolite of him not to have thought of this sooner when he first asked. To forget to mention his own name; well its not like he used it himself that often. TAGS: wizz • Wordcount: 222 +5 Blue |
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Post by wizz • on Sept 26, 2017 18:41:56 GMT
[ ] larvitar - second thread Kaneda couldn't stop the snort from exiting his mouth. He had never thought of them as 'acorn capped' or as 'sleepy' but now he couldn't stop thinking of them that way. He'd only ever thought of them as messy and sort of annoying. As a matter of fact, it had always confused him that artists even kept them around. But apparently not all artists did, that was a bit of a relief. Maybe it was only the mess artists? As the boy continued to explain himself and his quirks, Kaneda calmly listened with no real obligations. Why would he have any? The kid was nice enough to listen to. He introduced himself at the end of his thought. Kaneda spared a thought toward a piece of information offered him at one point, never shake a man's hand sitting down. Good thing this was a kid, and not a man, right? Because he wasn't about to get up and leave his egg. "Kaneda." He wasn't one to give out his last name simply because... well, he was a lazy bastard most of the time and just didn't much care for it. "Nice to meet you, Harris."Kaneda did give a spare thought toward what Pokemon he would have traveling around with him if given the choice and it would probably be... huh, now at least he had something to think about while being painted. words. 246 notes. Dantelion |
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Post by Dantelion on Sept 26, 2017 20:34:00 GMT
| Pokemon: | "Nice to meet you too," Harris replied straightening. "I won't take too much of your time. The beach is for relaxing after all."Harris smiled giving him a brief wave before heading back over to his easel. Background to the foreground is how all artist paint. it would also take days to complete a perfect piece of art. There was no guarantee Kaneda would be here tomorrow though. So he would do part of the foreground first. His palate became a mixture of tans, purple, and the colors of his outfit. He sized up the canvas figuring out where Kaneda would be on it. He took a thin brush and began working on fine strokes starting at his head and working his way down. Admittedly one thing he had learned one thing in college than has been useful since. Keep a picture in your mind. Don't go looking back and forth it breaks concentration. Let the image in your head be the guide to your hands. Because the world changes nothing ever remains in the same place. Harris sort of fell into a calm trance as he worked. His hand seeming to move of its own accord dotting the paper to make granules of sand. Even those on his clothes. Asta just chuckled as he worked. She found it amazing how he seemed to change from a nervous young man to a calm poised one as he painted. Painting truly was his boon. She looked to the young man sitting on the beach wondering if this is what calmed him. Just staring out into an empty space and listening to nature. She supposed they were a lot alike finding beauty in nature. Asta nuzzled the eggs again the pair seeming to sink into the sand because of the divots she had created. It had been too long since she's had eggs to care for. The feeling left her warm inside. Harris paused after a long while. He went a bit overboard. He had only planned on painting Kaneda then starting on the background. Instead he's done most of the foreground leading up to the waters edge. Well it was a bit backward but he could make it work. He should let him know he can move whenever he wants now.
"You can move Kaneda," Harris called out. Come to think of it how long had he been painting. He hoped he hadn't been wanting to leave. He hadn't thought to ask if he needed anything first. He probably got thirsty while waiting. Harris fumbled into the bag finding where he kept his water bottles. Asta chuckled at his sudden worry. He was a good young man but he worried too much and his thoughts wandered way too much. He stood up making her retreat back into her shell a bit as he hurried over. Then returning to normal with a smile.
"I should have asked if you needed water. Sorry," Harris said offering the bottle. TAGS: wizz • Wordcount: 495 +5 Blue |
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Post by wizz • on Sept 26, 2017 21:04:16 GMT
[ ] larvitar - second thread As Harris turned to start his painting, Kaneda settled back to where he was in the sand. He leaned back, hands moving into the sand to hold his weight. His eyes settled on the shoreline, then up to the horizon where the sea and the sky seemed to blend into being one in the same. It was bright, and he was squinting. His hair was pulled back, but it barely kept the smaller and more stubborn pieces out of his face. They were whipping between his lips and close to his eyes. His long lashes guarded his eyes against being struck by the pieces of hair, which he was thankful for- but would never admit. He liked to pretend the length of his eyelashes bothered him. Like he thought them a curse. Mostly just to piss off whatever woman complimented them. While Harris worked Kaneda did as he had set out to do that day, he enjoyed the view offered by nature. But now he had an added thought, what Pokemon if he was able to have any Pokemon he could think of would he keep with him at all times? Would he want on his journey? He supposed he didn't know enough about all the Pokemon in history and across all the regions to answer the question. He was familiar with a few of them and most of the ones from Johto and Kanto, but beyond that? He wasn't completely sure. He had always been a fan of Tyranitar, the pseudo-legendary rock/dark beast of a Pokemon. But then again, he had always admired Pokemon that people could ride. Saw a Trainer atop Pidgeot once and thought it was the coolest thing. Then another that rode a Rapidash, another on an Arcanine... but none of those Pokemon really appealed to him. After all, he did adore Psychic types. Maybe an Abra. He'd always thought they were really cool and he was always jealous that they slept all day while remaining mentally conscious to those around them. How cool was that? To be asleep but actually awake all at the same time? Kaneda thought it was cool, but Kaneda happened to be a lazy bastard. Hearing Harris had him looking back, not realizing how much time had passed or that time enough had passed that he could move now. Had he moved? Kaneda wasn't sure. But he smiled and dusted off his hands from the sand that embedded into them while he sat. He took the bottled water and opened it, starting to dig into the sand. Once he got enough of it from around the egg he removed the egg and picked it up, moving with Harris over to his painting. "Can I see the progress so far?" He was curious as to how Harris had recreated him. words. 478 notes. Dantelion |
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Post by Dantelion on Sept 26, 2017 21:50:01 GMT
| Pokemon: | "Of course," Harris took great pride in his work. In truth he thought of himself as one of the best artists out there. Though he was pretty sure all artists thought that way. He led the way back shuffling his palate and three brushes farther down his bag to make room for a different palate. He'd have to wash the brushes though. He never went anywhere without at least three clean palates though. That way he didn't have to stop and clean them he just had to add the next colors onto one and continue. Harris took in his own art as well a bit of pride welling up. He had caught the wispiness of the hair. The relaxed poise and even the way the sand seemed to accept his body. Covering part of his clothes and hands. For the sand, he had used a technique called Pointillism. It was a difficult type of art that required thousands of dots to make up an image and could be between three to six layers of paint.
"I made sure to do you first so you didn't feel any obligation to stick around if you needed to do other things," Harris said smiling slightly. "I know it doesn't look like much right now but once I do the sky and ocean I'll do some scumbling to make the sand look smoother."
"Ah, it's where you take a thin layer of paint over top then remove bits of it to reveal some of the paint underneath," Harris said figuring the word was probably foreign to him. Admittedly it had been foreign to him as well till he read art books in college.
"Overall it will probably take me a few days. The sunlight has to be basically the same for each day so there aren't any inconsistencies. It is hard work but really worth it to see peoples faces when it's done," Harris smiled thinking about the completed piece.
"Sorry, I'm just a proud artist," Harris said realizing he had rambled a bit. Asta chuckled at his apology. He really was too kind and nervous. It wasn't really something he should apologize for. TAGS: wizz • Wordcount: 360 +5 Blue |
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