STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 0
GOLD :
Deleted
|
Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2017 22:32:23 GMT
▲ Cassiopeia Town was something out of his grandmother's needlepoint. The quaint buildings and the 'cheery' people decorated his surroundings like a sale at a Michael's craft store. Cello was already disgusted he had to banish himself to such a remote region, known for its crops and vegetation. " I should've taken my chances in Alola." he grumbled under his breath. The walls of his motel was a granny smith apple, a color he abhorred. The bedspread was a homemade patched quilt - gag - and breakfast felt like it was served by Aunt Jemima. Marcello longed for processed food and sushi, but lo and behold, such city life wasn't to be found in a town like this. Wearing a camel fedora (similar to Indiana Jones) and a smooth white polo, the man approached the town's signature pokemon lab. A pair of club masters shielded his eyes from the sunlight of spring, it was already a lot hotter than it ever was in Alto Mare. Then again, they had the constant breeze of the canals sweeping through the city to keep the heat to a minimum. Cello missed home, but it'd be quite some time before he'd be able to return to the white marble pillars and cobblestone roads of the city. Besides, there must be some prime locales located on Inset, right? Cello's polo was tucked into his khaki cotton pants, while his feet comfortably walked in a pair of white and blue Adidas sneakers. Fashion was important to him, even if he was on the run; No need to look busted as all get out just because he was evading the law, now did he? The glass doors of the lab slide open as the eldest Vida stepped inside. " At least they have AC." he murmured as he lowered his sunglasses slightly; " Why hello there! Are you a new trainer? So many of them have been coming through lately!" If only Marcello could stare daggers into the receptionist's heart, he'd walk in and take whatever hell pokemon he wanted. Of course, the man had to play nice if he was to move forward from his darkened past. But what kind of life could he live if there wasn't any trouble to pursue? " Fresh off the boat." he chimed charmingly. The pokemon he had before were long gone, but the only one that really mattered was Nickel, his Steelix. The loss of his companion stung his heart, the only one who understood and did not question Cello's mentality. He made sure to get the pokeball to his younger sister before he fled Johto, he was sure she'd take good care of him. Started from the bottom now were here, eh? he thought. " I'll get the Professor right away!" the receptionist giggled, leaving the lobby with a bounce in her step and a star in her eye. Such a shame Cello didn't much care about women, they usually fawned over him, but all interactions ended with a shrug and a cold shoulder. For some reason it left others wanting more, but then again, you can't help it when your fabulous. " Good girl." he stated under his breath, watching her swift exit. @ tag ● 543 words ● MEET YOUR KING
umm popplio, ghastly, abra are my suggestions? lol MADE BY VEL OF GS |
|
Administrator
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 775
GOLD :
CALL ME : She/Her
|
Post by Quest on Jun 16, 2017 12:28:20 GMT
 --- From behind the lab door was a quiet shuffling. The receptionist stepped out, looking flustered. "... has better things to do than speak to new Trainers!" Followed after her. A woman in a freshly pressed lab coat and simple matte makeup was on her heels. She was the source of the firm tone as the scolded receptionist grabbed her things and moved to the back- Delilah would handle this. "Pardon her," Delilah clicked her tongue and looked Marcello up and down with sharp eyes. "She's new. The professor is a very busy person and doesn't hand out pokemon themself." Picking up a clipboard and an ink pen, she offered it over to the man. "Fill these out for me and tell me a little about yourself. That way we can be prompt in getting everything sorted out and make this visit as painless as possible for both of us." Stepping back to a locked vault, The white-haired woman opened it up and started flicking through what looked to be a couple dozen pokeballs, all filled and sorted based on type. "I'm Delilah Graves and I'm one of the Lab Assistants here." Tapping a pokeball, a Chikorita popped out of the ball. Delilah crammed another handful of balls into her pocket before locking the vault and turning back to Marcello. < Are you my mommy? > The Chikorita was very pudgy, kind of like a potato, and waddled sleepily over to the man. She sniffed at his feet before giving a stretch and wiggling her leaf at him experimentally.  your other two choices will be revealed @jupiter MADE BY VEL OF GS |
|
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 0
GOLD :
Deleted
|
Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2017 13:14:35 GMT
▲ Delilah Graves? Her attitude practically has my foot in one. he thought grimly. She didn't seem cheery like the rest of the godforsaken town. Cello was a bit surprised the professor was too busy to meet him, then again, with Inset recently opening its own pokemon league, there was no doubt he was swamped as fuck with bratty teens attempting to start their coming-of-age journeys. All of it was a cliche meant for the soaps on television, like American Idol or The Voice. Every kid under sixteen wants to be a pokemon master, little do they know, there's more to life than a 'gotta catch'em all' mentality. " I've dealt with worse." he commented. " You can call me Cello." The man smirked as he quickly took the pen to paper. Simple questions, like name, age, and birth place; he didn't realize becoming a certified trainer required so much paperwork. Marcello smirked at the young woman's business like tone, " Have better things to do Miss Graves?" His lips pursed as the lab assistant casually released a Chikorita to the stark white linoleum floor. Fatter than usual... was his first thought. Strategy began to carousel in his mind, was the grass type a good investment? It might have its uses....If it could walk instead of waddle. Marcello bent over and greeted the leafy pokemon with a pleasant smile. " Don't expect constant naps if you come with me Chiky." he responded gleefully. His expression made it sound like a joke, but really, he wasn't kidding. Signor Vida wasn't a chump twelve year old with a temperamental pikachu, he was a grown ass man that required a partner with focus. " Let's see...well I'm from Johto. The island city of Alto Mare to be specific, you know, the one with the canals? A top tourist destination. I'm sure your familiar." he gushed. " Why am I in Inset? I prefer not to answer. But I'll gladly divulge in my likes: designer clothes, five star hotels, which I've noticed this town has none, sushi, also peculiarly absent, theaters, operas..." Cello rolled his wrist as he implied the rest of his hobbies; " All that artistic stuff love." he finished with a wink. Quest ● 365 words ● MEET YOUR KING MADE BY VEL OF GS |
|
Administrator
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 775
GOLD :
CALL ME : She/Her
|
Post by Quest on Jun 17, 2017 2:45:01 GMT
--- Delilah hummed as she took in what he said, paying attention but not really focusing. "I have many more important things I could be doing." Shrugging, she didn't mean it personally- it was just the truth. Delilah was a lot of things, but she wasn't a liar who tried to fluff up the new trainers who came through. This man had the look about him that he had probably been a Trainer before this but strict border policies had screwed him over. Oh well. That wasn't her problem and she didn't really care that much. Chikorita pouted but tried to gently rub her leaf on his face when he leaned down. Just out of reach, but she did her best. < But I like naps. Mommy, let me nap! Please! > The pudgy pokemon let her eyes brim with faux tears as if that might sway Marcello's heart. She was a very sweet pokemon... but rather manipulative. "Ah, I've heard of it. My girlfriend's brother is studying there. I went with her to visit." Raising a brow, Delilah dropped that nugget of info as un-casually as she could into the conversation. Whatever Marcello had done to get Katherine's panties in a twist wouldn't work on her. She was monogamous and also very, very gay. Either way, she tucked two more pokeballs out of her pocket and released two more pokemon. < Oh, man, that was a gooooood sleep. > A Popplio gave a big stretch before flopping down on the tile with a 'slap'. He glanced up at Marcello curiously but seemed more focused on the Chikorita and her crocodile tears for the moment. The other was a Fletchling, who hopped from foot to foot on the desk as if jumping with nerves. She made a soft peeping sound before trying to hide her face away from the two humans and pokemon, clearly embarrassed. @jupiter MADE BY VEL OF GS |
|
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 0
GOLD :
Deleted
|
Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2017 4:38:51 GMT
▲ Hmm, she's kind of a bitch, isn't she? thought Cello as he feigned a smile. He didn't hold it against her though, he'd probably be one too if he had to constantly give pokemon away to lame kids with bad acne. Still, she was a bore and he preferred to wrap this up and get the hell out of dodge before he died from being fake. " Hm?" he peered down at the attention whore aka the Chikorita pining for his care; " Fake tears won't work on me, honey." Titanium eyes flashed towards the Popplio that yawned out of his pokeball; Much better. He didn't bother to pay attention to the Fletchling on speed. Although he needed a flying type at some point. When Delilah stated that her brother was studying in his home city, it must have been the most uninteresting fact about her life, because the delivery was straight up blah. Lighten up girl. " I think Popplio sounds like an excellent choice." The seal pokemon would grow into something extremely beautiful, reminding him of the pristine chapels and museums of Alto Mare. There was a Venus-like quality to Primarina, as if it were a goddess among pokemon. He remembered competing against one in the Tour de Alto Mare, a water pokemon race that occurs yearly. The year he won, the Primarina and her trainer nearly beat Cello and his Mantine Titania; fortunately, the eldest Vida managed to come out on top and into the winner's circle. " Hope your ready for a permanent vacation." He smirked at the Popplio while he waited for Delilah to divulge into the pokemon's case file. Was it male? Female? What kind of attitude did it have? Nature? All that good stuff, so Marcello knew what he was dealing with. Hopefully the pokemon in Inset weren't as lame as the region itself. Hopefully. Quest ● 301 words ● MEET YOUR KING MADE BY VEL OF GS |
|
Administrator
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 775
GOLD :
CALL ME : She/Her
|
Post by Quest on Jun 19, 2017 5:13:05 GMT
 male - 05 - popplio torrent pound - water gun - growl A pretentious and spoiled rotten Pokemon, Popplio knows that he is the best and he won't let anyone else forget it. He doesn't enjoy battling and would prefer to be waited on hand and foot than put any effort in. He is quite the diva too, making mountains out of molehills for his personal amusement. He has a very strong will, though, and won't be pushed around or forced to anything by anyone- even his own Trainer. Popplio outright refuses to be bossed around and only takes things at his own pace, which will be a headache for Cello. |
|
