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Post by fitz on Jun 19, 2017 6:06:51 GMT
"This has been the best day ever!" Mila exclaimed, at first it seemed she was talking to thin air or the strangers on the street. But a second glance showed instead it was most likely to the Rockruff she'd already dubbed Curly-Q trotting along at her feet doing her best to keep up. "I got you! My starter! And then that feller back there was just giving away eggs! I'll be a breeder in no time if gettin Pokemon's as easy as this has been!"
Q ducked her head in embarrassment. She sure didn't know much about the world and she could admit she had a curious streek a mile wide. But even she could see that the exchange she'd just witnessed between her trainer and the gentleman in the trenchcoat and sunglasses in the middle of summer on the edge of dark couldn't have possibly been the most clandestine of operations! But she was far too shy and lacking in the confidence department to try to correct Mila. That woman had to know what she was doing - right? Yeah. This was all okay. Another quick jog to catch up, as she'd fallen behind in pace while she mused, and she yapped up to Mila, < I wonder what they are! >
Mila held the two eggs she'd received out at arms length to look at them, thinking back to her days on the farm. Most eggs were distinguishable from each other by the type, and she'd memorized quite a few patterns in her time. But she had to admit she didn't even remotely know a fraction of all the Pokemon in every region, and the one balanced in her right hand was one that didn't ring a bell in the slightest. "Dunno bout this un, shore is cool lookin tho!" she said, her eyes tracing the pattern of tan and black chevrons. The one in her left, though, she'd know it anywhere. Spoink were common as could be back home in Hoenn, especially on her grandpa's farm! "This bad boy is a Spoink though! They can be lots of fun - I'm sure he or she come in handy once we're on the road and it's hatched!" She gave the egg an easy toss into the air and squawked in alarm when she just about missed catching it when it came back down.
Q yelped, diving in front of her to try to catch it herself and only ended up tripping Mila in the process who went head over heels down the rest of the road that led to the outskirts of the town. Once the dust settled she checked the eggs over, worried and fretting already. She would really need to be more careful. Q was cowering a few feet away, terrified that Mila would take her right back to the lab for tripping her like that, even if it was an accident < I can't do anything right! > she whimpered.
 curly-q female | lvl 5 | keen eye tackle - leer - sand attack Hatching for: Spoink (1/3 threads), Sandile (1/4 threads)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2017 18:37:23 GMT
The flight back from the ranger station had been pretty rough for a multitude of reasons, his fear of flight being the least of them. Honestly, man wasn't created to fly! Not at all, nuh-uh, humans didn't have wings, so they shouldn't be flying, even on pokemon. So, the moment he'd gotten his feet on the ground he'd gone to find a nice little tree, sleeping there for what felt like an eternity. It was the best kind of tree too, full of nice fruits and with just the perfect branch for sleeping.
He'd let Roadagain out from his ball too, the little feller sleeping on top of his hat, beneath his holey hat. The sunlight that shone down from between the branches and through the holes was just right for the little reptilian, with a few tired snores echoing from under the hat at a periodic rhythm, occasionally ending with the hat shifting due to Roadagain's sleepy movements under the hat. Now, this was the kinda life he hoped for. Once he'd take this nap, he'll move on and start this journey proper.
Those were his thoughts, at least, until he heard the voice of someone... Or something, coming closer at an increasing pace, the dust cloud causing him to blink and lift the brim of his hat just enough to get a clearer look. It kept going and going until it stopped, revealing a lil' lady, a lil' hound and two eggs. Those reminded him of the one he'd been shoved by one of the rangers as a sort of give-away gift. Weird, but he'd stored it in his little sack for now.
She didn't sound like she was having the best of times, so he might as well TRY and be a gentleman. If he had the ability to, at least. "Howdy." Will coughed loud enough to be heard, staring down at the woman from his comfortable position in the tree, tipping his hat in a greeting. Roadagain let out an annoyed grunt, but didn't make his presence clear otherwise, still trying to nap within the confines of the hat. "Y'allright, miss? Seems like ya had quite the tumble? If you're injured, I might'a got something to help with bruises and lil' cuts."
Salves and bandages were easy to make when you had the right ingredients, and the forests and hills of every region produced plenty of both. He'd got little stashes and pockets all over his clothing holding things like leaf bandages, some salves, a few creams, something for that achy joint, and of course some leaves you could chew to release stress. All old pops tricks.
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Post by Saint Judas on Jun 20, 2017 20:22:36 GMT
Walking through fields of gold
In the distance, bombs can fall Word Count - 766 | fitz , @chariot | NOTES - have a bean Also, he probably has his starter in timeline, they just got put away? Eh, figure out by next post, counting for durant egg(1/2) tho No archen yeT Hrr didn't see Chariot's reply, edited that in, whoops, its a party now Judas as well was occupied with the matter of eggs, though the tall man had only one with him, held carefully and almost tenderly in his arms as the soft sound of his bootsteps marked his passing through the roads of the small village, his pace ambling and his gaze lost in thought behind glassy lenses as he studied the egg. It was a sort of steely grey color, and hard to the surface. A steel type would be his best guess based on appearances, though perhaps something like a geodude might also fit... "I wonder what it is..." He mused to his companion, a pidove perched upon his shoulders, her golden eyes also studying the egg intently. Certainly, he thought as he ran a hand along its surface, it seemed it was probably a steel type though, it was just too silvery and hard. But even then, there were quite a few steel types, anything from skarmony to durant, klink to magnezone, all had the right main body coloration for it... From his shoulder Archimedes cooed: < will see when hatch, > the dove pokemon butting her head against his cheek to nuzzle it. He smiled, azure eyes flicking to her as he leaned into her gesture, a light laugh upon his lips. "I suppose we will.." That was the easiest way to identify any egg was it not? To let it hatch.. He had only just gotten it though, for all he knew it was close to hatching, or several months from it. Then again, there was no real reason he needed it to hatch soon though, so he was content to let his curiousity abide until time told the mystery of what lay inside.
Still.. It was strange the thought of hatching an egg. Of raising a newborn pokémon... Himself. Humming under his breath, Judas mused to his companion. "I've never had an egg before I don't think... Though I've seen a few hatch." From his shoulder Archimedes purred in amusement, the pidove practically laughing. < not a bird! > She chimed, causing Judas to laugh again, harder this time. An almost mischevious glint in her eye, the bird pressed on, giving him a once-over critical glance. < Also not female though like to mate like one > Judas' laugh died into choking as the man's features reddened furiously, a coughing fit coming from them as they struggled to stutter out a sharo admonishment. "A-arch-chim-m-med-des!" She purred, only spreading her wings to keep her balance as he struggled to breath, mortified by the avian. He swore sometimes she liked embarrassing him. Scowling as he found his breath again, he hugged the egg tighter to himself, his ears still burning as his azure gaze glanced aside, pointedly away from the bird, chagrined, and avoident.
Judas' sideward glance happened upon something of interest however, his thoughts of embarrassment and... Awkward conversation vanishing in an instant as an alarmed squawk of another person caused him to stiffen. A moment later Judas was dashing across the streets, Archimedes struggling to keep her balance in surprise. Slowing his steps on approach, the man was still quite swiftly approaching the woman he had seen tumble, his expression worried even as she started to recover, flickering from her to the eggs she held to the dog pokémon cowering several feet away. "Are you alright miss?" Bending down, he offered a hand, shifting his own egg to just one arm, instinctively glancing over her for injuries. Another voice caught his attention, a rough male who followed his casual greeting with a cough. A brief frown crossed Judas' features as he noticed them comfortably perched in one of the trees along the small village, the other man tipping his hat in simple greeting. It looked like a simple trip, but... Still, it seemed rather callous to act so unconcerned. Even when they offered to help, it seemed more a casual thing then any actual concern. He supposed at least they were offering to help. Uneasy, Judas glanced back at the woman instead, focusing himself on her for the moment. "I'm sure she just tripped, it... It happens al, the time... Are the eggs okay? Here, let me help you up..." Archimedes fluttered from his shoulder, the pidove tilting her head at the rockruff a moment before landing beside the woman and the eggs, seeming to inspect them critically a moment before hopping aside towards the man in the tree to peer up at him as well, Judas's gaze glancing towards her a moment watchfully before back to the woman, earnest and concerned.
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Post by fitz on Jun 27, 2017 5:47:38 GMT
"OOF!" Mila gasped, the impact of her tuck and roll finally actually starting to snake up her spine and out to the tips of her now sore limbs. She would be lucky to walk away without any bruises. But the eggs were safe and that's what mattered! The dust settled and she heard two different male voices reacting in two totally different ways to the scene they had just witnessed. If she had any ounce of shame about her she would have felt it in that moment. But she wasn't one to embarrass easily. Again, her one track mind had eggs on the brain!
Speaking of one track mind, she had completely forgotten to check that she hadn't actually fallen on her starter in the act of tripping. Her eyes took a quick scan of the area, landing on Q long enough to see her quaking still before her vision was overtaken by one of the two fellers from before stooping to offer her a hand. The goofy farm girl handed him one of the eggs, the blue and red Taillow, not used to the polite gesture and thought he was just offering to hold it and free one of her hands to help herself up. "Yeaaaah'm alright jes took me a little tumble's all cute bird." she said, her words running together and strung into a semblance of a sentence in between the rise and fall of her diphthongs and melodic delivery.
"Got any licorice?" she called up to the man in the tree who seemed to be in no hurry to join them on the ground. "Maybe some kava forrrr...Q?" She asked turning to once again see where the pup had gotten to. She still cowered a few yards away, now hesitant of the pidove eyeing them all with a mix of distaste and curiosity.
"Names Mila by the way! Mila Holub." she said dusting off the knees of her overalls before holding her hand out for the other egg.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2017 10:56:25 GMT
Huh, a sophisticated feller? That was the first thought that came to mind when he saw the guy with the glasses, although meaner words like "dweeb" also popped into his mind once he heard the other's somewhat stuttery speech patterns. He kept those thoughts on the down-low for now, after all, the man was just trying to help the tumbling lady. He wasn't too concerned: on a closer look and listen she sounded like the kinda gal who'd been through rougher tumbles. It's all in the cute country accent and all.
"Licorice and kava... Lemme check." Will starts to dig through his many little pockets and crannies, patting around before then frowning and shaking his head. "Nope, sorry. Ain't got anything of th' sort, although I've got some edible roots, lil' tomatoes stored up an' some jerky, if yer lil' feller friend wants any o'that?" Doubtful, and Roadagain would lynch him for sharing the roots, but he liked to try and seem somewhat polite as a first impression. That'd always get on people's good sides. And being on people's good sides meant profit later.
He carefully heaves himself down a branch, and then another, and then finally a third before jumping down with a light thud, landing on his feet with a grunt. He straightens himself out and stretches backwards and forwards to get a crick out of his back. Sleeping in a tree can do that to a man. "Mila, eh? 'S a pleasure t'meet ya. Th' names Will." No surname given: not that it mattered in the lightest around here. It's not like these people were officials of any kind.
Except maybe the dweebus. He could be a doctor of some kind. Had that look to him. Roadagain had kept inside Will's hat through the whole discussion and his way down the tree, although the reptile lifted the hat upwards a little to peek out from below it with an annoyed scowl. These people had disturbed his nap with commotion and getting Will to move, so they earned the meanest glare possible from him, eyes going between all the pokemon and people present before then finally landing on Archimedes, yawning tiredly.
Back under the hat he went. He needed more sleep. With a group of bozos like this, it'd be the best course of action he could take: otherwise, he could end up... Doing something. And that was just horrible.
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Post by Saint Judas on Jun 28, 2017 3:34:29 GMT
Boy we're running free
Facing light in the flow
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Judas was hardly expecting to be handed one of the woman's eggs, though he was swift in fumbling to take it as it was offered up and pushed into his hand, then tenderly holding it against himself as he shuffled a step back to allow her room to push herself to her feet, worried azure eyes checking her over though he saw little other then dust and dirt to mark her tumble. If there was bruises, they were yet to form and still fresh in the flesh, but judging from her reactions, she had no sprain, and what he could see assured him no cuts or scrapes marked her. As she gave him answer and assurance, he squinted slightly, unaccustomed to her pattern and style of speech. After a moment he parsed through her slurs and the rise and musical fall of her voice, nodding as she confirmed what he had said in her defense already, that it had been nothing more then a small fall. "Alright, and, err... Thanks." Hesitant, uncertain if he had understood properly her strung together words, he paused at her last couple of words before accepting the compliment. Archimedes didn't seem to have noticed it, cocking her head at the man in the tree as she fluttered up to the outer part of a low branch in the very seem tree, eyeing him.
The woman's attention turned towards the other man, turning his offer to get something for her into a question of... Licorice or kava. An interesting choice of things, but not one Judas would question, if that was what she wanted or often had then that was none of his business for her tastes. Her question was met swiftly with an offer to check, though Judas noticed her drifting as her gaze drifted around, his following as she finally named her companion, the brown and white puppy looking miserable as it quivered a short ways away. A frown touched his features, twisting in sympathy and pangs for the poor creature, he had not seen the incident but it was clear to tell the pup was scared, and fiddling with the eggs in his hands, he tried to offer it a gentle glance, meaning the frightened creature no harm or ill will, though he wasn't sure how to best show that at the moment. A voice distracted his glance, the other man ceasing his search as he announced a lack of either of the requested items, listing off instead some of what he did have as he began to make his way down from his perch. Archimedes cooed as he descended, hopping further in along her branch with a slightly spreading of her wings to watch, curious perhaps.
Introducing herself as Mila Holub, Judas's attention returned to the woman as she brushed off her knees, a hand reaching out. Immediately he offered her egg back, careful on the transition just out of paranoia to make sure it was fine and didn't fall, nodding as he offered his own name. "Judas. Judas Iskariot, it's a pleasure" Instinctive politeness, though not entirely untrue as he offered a small smile. The other man offered forth the name Will, and Judas nodded respectfully towards them as well.
Archimedes seemed to notice something about this other man though, and his hat. Cooing, she fluttered to the lowest branch she could, as close to the man as was possible while perched on rough sturdy bark, leaning her head in closer. Something was under his hat... Yes, yes she was sure of it! Perhaps she might investigate this...
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Post by fitz on Jun 29, 2017 20:59:20 GMT
Lord I hope he knows I mean the plant and not the candy.. she thought to herself, realizing her specific requests for the natural remedies were probably more than a little unexpected. But she'd always grown up relying more on homemade salves than storebought medicines with their outrageous pricing and unknown ingredients. Bleh, no thank you! Either way, though, it seemed the tree dweller was fresh out of both.
"Awww that's alright, I can probly find some on the trail up ahead if it turns out any worse." she said "Much obliged anyhow!" Q's tail wagged slowly at the thought of jerky but Mila had turned it all down so she thought it may be rude to pipe up and ask for some now. The man was probably just being polite anyway and didn't actually want to share his food with them.
She was grateful the other man had accepted the egg no questions asked, but felt a little silly now that she saw he had his own to juggle along with hers. She was quick about taking it back when it was offered, glad he wasn't some rogue who would've run off with it. Not that she would have minded too much. It was just a taillow after all. In fact if he wasn't as honest a man as he seemed that was probably the only reason he'd not stolen it right away. Like...who in their right mind would risk it all for a Taillow of all things?
"Nice to meetchya Wil." she said, feeling even more at peace with this chance encounter as their alllmost matching accents lined up and seemed to reflect one another. Her grandpa would have had a conniption if he'd seen her standing alone with two strange men on the edge of town just chatting away casual as you please. But neither of them seemed threatening and to be honest even if they were it would have sailed right on over her pretty little head to think twice about it.
The little thing - was it a reptile of some kind? - peering out from under Will's hat piqued her curiosity but the birdy accompanying....Judas, there was the introduction from him. Well, the bird seemed to be on the case so she figured that mystery would be solved soon enough and tried her best to remain focused on the other humans. Another thing her grandpa had always been exasperated with - her inability to connect with just about anyone other than pokemon themselves.
"Shore nice to meet you too, Judas. That's an interesting name I don't reckon I've ever heard it outside a book my grandpa used to read a lot, it was his favorite. Hmph, now what was that called again...." her attention drifted again but came back a bit, her pondering forgotten as Q at last timidly approached the trio and had a decisive seat at Mila's feet. The woman chuckled and squatted to scratch behind the pup's ears, "Yore alright, right Q?" she asked, pressing and prodding to check for injuries on the dog she'd tripped over.
Q shifted uncomfortably, scooting just out of reach, as she wasn't used to the manhandling Mila was accustomed to when it came to checking over her 'mon. Some more trust would need to be established there for sure, and Mila recognized it right away, < Y-yes. Fine. Mhmm. >
"Well alrighty then." Mila stood back to her full height, still having to crane her neck back to look into the eyes of the other two, "So if ya don't mind my askin what're you two fellers up to? Just pick up starters too or have y'uns been in the game for awhile? she couldn't quite gauge their ages.
Judas held himself with an air of a distinguished older gentleman, and she couldn't quite tell if he had salt-n-pepper sideburns or if the sun was shining just the right way through the finer hairs there. And Will, well he looked a little rough for wear but she knew from experience a hard life could age a body. And between him sleeping in a tree and having a bag full of roots and jerky she had a feeling he was the roughin' it type.
"Ima breeder m'self! Well....aim to be anyhow! I grew up doin it forever in Hoenn and jes moved here not too long ago to give it a go hyere......Lord I'm runnin my mouth off, sorry, y'all don't give a ratata's ass 'bout me." she said, laughing it off as best she could and honestly blushing in humiliation as she had flashbacks to her brief stint in public school where the other kids made jokes about how much she stunk like a milktank with a backed up udder.
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Post by fitz on Aug 15, 2017 13:09:48 GMT
I'm archiving this cause it's been a whiiiiiile and chariot is gone now so :'3 we've been given the go-ahead to still claim threads with inactive/deleted members for egg threads so -shrug- maybe one day we can continue it.
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