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Post by astra on Jun 7, 2018 21:10:24 GMT
▲ Fortree was a city in name only- Rigel was a true city, and at the height of pride it was packed. Even Mauville couldn’t compare. And though Silas was far from his comfort zone amidst the tall buildings and bright flashing lights, he couldn’t help but be fascinated by the sight of it all. He’d spent the whole day wandering, checking out the games booths and eating funnel cake with rainbow-colored sugar and jamming to music turned so far up he could feel it thrumming in his chest. He’d even bought an egg sling colored like a pan flag, which was now draped over his shoulder and cradling an egg the way a Kangaskhan might, with it pressed close to his stomach. Afternoon soon turned to dusk and the party didn’t let up- if anything, it grew even more energetic. But the swell of the colorful crowd was starting to put him on edge, and instead of going with the flow, he found himself struggling against it like a rip current. Clutching the sling closer to him with one arm, he held out the other to try and give himself some breathing room. The sights and smells and energy that dazzled him earlier was starting to wear on him. Not quite ready to leave the party, but he definitely needed a break. He missed the calm stillness of a forest. The dense crowd was suffocating now. Silas pressed against another wave of people, fighting to make it to a street corner or a bench or somewhere he could stop to catch his breath and get his bearings. In the low light he didn’t see when he neared the steep curb, and with a flail the young man half-tripped, half-collided into a stranger before falling to the concrete. “Sorry,” he signed quickly, pressing his fist to the top of his chest. He wasn’t worried about the fall- he knew how to take a tumble, after all, and bruises weren’t anything to worry about- but the delicate egg was another story. With deft, rough hands he pulled it from the pouch and surveyed its surface. Not so much as a scratch, let alone a crack. He breathed a sigh of relief. The sling seemed to have served its purpose- or perhaps the shell was tougher than he initially thought. Silas pointed back at the person he’d collided into, bright blue eyes wide with concern. “You ok?”
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Post by Amondrask on Jun 8, 2018 1:00:04 GMT
{ } Bronze was starting to think that he was getting old. Not that he was old, though he probably was a bit on the ancient end of the spectrum as far as new trainers went, but when he caught himself having thoughts like, How do these kids have so much energy? and Why is that music so loud?, he was faced with the disturbing idea that those were the kind of things crotchety old folk thought, not young men. Still, it had been a long day, and he could blame stress and jet lag for his current lack of vigour. Right? Right. At least he didn’t have to wrangle two eggs and keep an eye on Valia while traversing the endless stream of increasingly lively festival-goers - Where did they find the energy? Honestly. The Wailmer backpack he’d bought earlier in the day, while not exactly in line with his usual aesthetic choices, was admittedly pretty effective at keeping one of the eggs secure and snug. Plus he found the way that you lifted the Wailmer’s mouth to store things in it like you were feeding it to be pretty adorable. Points to the designer for that, at least. The other egg hadn’t been fortunate enough to land the luxury padding of the Wailmer pack, but Bronze had at least managed to rig a rainbow-hued sash into a holster for it, incubator and all resting against his side. He looked ridiculous, yes, but he’d let his pride take a hit if it meant the eggs were even that little bit safer. Plus he could use his hands now, which was something of a relief after a few hours of going without. He was making ample use of the newfound liberty of his hands, gently prying people from his path while doing his best not to just plow through people - which he probably could, if he wanted to. He was a big guy, but he didn’t want to be that kind of big guy, so he was as mannerly about the process as he could be while still making steady headway through the swell and push of the crowd. He had his eye on a street corner that looked to have a bit more breathing room than most, and a bench that sat innocuously just a little removed from the bustle of the main thoroughfare. He’d almost made it, taking his Zorua’s curt warning of < Step. > in time to prevent himself from taking a tumble - Only to have the universe decide that no, in fact, he was going to fall, whether he liked it or not, courtesy of some other poor unfortunate who collided with Bronze in the middle of their own stumble. No stranger to falling, the dark haired man went into a relaxed roll, taking the brunt of the force on his shoulder, and rose only a touch unsteadily to his feet. He responded to the blond man’s use of sign reflexively, extending his hands out level before his chest and moving them down, to the side, and down again, before pointing to himself and setting his right thumb to the center of his chest, fingers splayed outward. ”Calm down, I’m fine.”. He extended his gloved hand out to the other man to help him up, bronze knuckle-studs gleaming dully in the fading light, and nodded to him before tilting his head aside, brow raised, producing the sign for ’Okay’ - You alright?MADE BY VEL OF GS astra
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Post by astra on Jun 12, 2018 0:08:43 GMT
▲ Oh, good, the other man seemed to be okay. Silas smiled politely and took his gloved hand, using it to steady himself as he rose. Wait- did he just... sign to him? In his own language? The flow had been so fluent that he hadn’t noticed at first, just understood naturally. Silas blinked. Maybe he’d imagined it. Maybe the gesture was accidental, and he’d misinterpreted it in the low lighting. But it couldn’t have been... Could it? But sure enough, the stranger followed it up with an okay sign and a questioning look. Silas’ polite smile grew into something more genuine. He’d been in Inset for a couple of weeks now, getting his bearings, and he’d yet to encounter someone he could converse with so freely and easily. Of course he’d anticipated a few minor roadblocks when he left Hoenn, but this was like a breath of fresh air- especially when he was (quite literally) surrounded by people who couldn't sign. “I’m fine, great actually.” He signed, before pointing to the sling. “You babysitting tonight too?” The researcher patted his own egg gently. Their slings were similar, just different colors- they’d apparently visited similar vendors, if not the same one. Silas couldn’t recall the man’s face though; in a crowd this size, it’d been impossible to remember. The Zorua he'd overlooked entirely, if unintentionally; the pokemon's dark fur lending her excellent camouflage in the night. Someone bumped into him from behind and he braced himself, protectively holding the egg close to his body. That much of the city he did not like. It was too easy to carelessly collide into someone, and many didn't have the decency to look twice when they did. He raised his hands, palms up, raising and lowering as if weighing his thoughts on a scale. “Maybe we should find somewhere less crowded.” Silas puffed his cheeks out to emphasize the rowdiness of the hoard of people passing by. He liked a good party as much as the next person, but being trampled was decidedly not on his bucket list.
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