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Post by Amondrask on Jun 8, 2018 0:20:58 GMT
{ } Pride really was something else. Oh, he’d heard about it, of course, seen the photos online, watched the videos and all that, but it was a world of difference from seeing something and experiencing it. There was almost too much colour, a riotous, living kaleidoscope of people, moving and dancing and winding about the streets like a rainbow that has fragmented into a million pieces of colour and come to life. The sheer variety on display was fantastic, with every conceivable form of outfit, costume, pokemon...He’d sat on a bench and just...Watched the stream pass him by, soaking in the spectacle and just appreciating the whole thing, one hand on Valia and the other arm curled about the two eggs that he’d acquired earlier in the day. What impressed him most about the whole event, though, was the energy. The atmosphere of the festival was almost a magical thing. The sheer vibrancy of it was a factor, yes, but you could find vivacity like that in most big festivals and events. What set this apart was the sense of community, the celebration of being different, of love, of including each other. It was really something else. Admittedly, he felt a little bit like a spare part, given his orientation and the fairly subdued hues of his outfit - the navies, blacks, dark blues and greys he typically favoured made him feel like a pigeon stuck in a field of peacocks, parrots and birds of paradise, even with the gleaming bronze he incorporated into his getup. Still, that was all down to him feeling like an intruder, and nothing to do with the celebrants present. Everyone he’d spoken to or encountered had been pleasant, if not outright delightful. He sat back, resting against the unyielding, faded wood of the bench, and breathed out a soft sigh. He needed to relax. Not just about his being here, but in general. The trip over here, being in a new region with no support network, the anxiety he was feeling about his starter and whether he’d actually be a decent trainer or not were all adding up. Eventually, he gathered the two eggs to his chest and pushed himself to his feet, uttered a soft “C’mon.” to Valia, and set off with the aim of finding something to help out with carrying his newfound wards, if nothing else. As he wandered, amber eyes scanning the many stalls for a bag or something one could put an egg in, he wondered if he was putting the cart before the Mudsdale. He technically had three pokemon before he’d even gotten his official starter, which was...Unusual, to say the least. Granted, odds are that the eggs wouldn’t hatch by the time he made his way to the Ranger Station, but still. What if they wouldn’t give him one because he’d unintentionally broken some sort of rule? He sighed. He was supposed to be relaxing, not winding himself up even further with new worries. He gave himself a little shake, trying in vain to loosen up the muscle in his neck and shoulders, which were approaching levels of stiffness that he’d vaguely begun to wonder if they’d metamorphosed into steel cables, and stepped up to one of the stalls which had an abundance of colourful bags for sale. He glanced down at the eggs in his hands, frowning faintly. It’d be tricky to juggle both of them and a wallet, unless...He turned to a young woman with hair a lovely shade of red and asked, softspoken yet pleasant, ”Sorry to disturb you, ma’am, but would you mind holding one of these eggs for me while I nab a bag to store them in?”MADE BY VEL OF GS Pride Mystery Egg 2/5 threads Common Mystery Egg 2/2 Threads
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Post by lolly on Jun 8, 2018 3:02:36 GMT
{ } Her senses felt in overdrive; emerald eyes struggling to remain fixed on the one thing for any longer than a few seconds. All around her lights blinked, sideshows chimed and people laughed. It was a joyous occasion, a festival filled with life, acceptance and friendship. Pokemon scurried by the sides of their Trainers, as companions and not just collector’s items - how she believed it should be. Perhaps that was what had lead her to do something so stupid -- envy? Everybody was having so much fun with their Pokemon, was it so bad that she wanted to as well? Well, the Yungoos was lost. She just about leapt out of her skin when the young man spoke, completely absorbed by her own thoughts at that moment in time. She put a hand across her chest as she recomposed herself with a laugh, far from actual humour given her anxious situation. “Oh, I’m sorry. You caught me a little by surprise,” Wren managed a smile, mustering up just enough warmth to crinkle her freckled nose. “Of course I can,” she slung her arms across her belly so the man could place them in the cradle, not quite trusting herself enough to take them from him. For fear of losing them too? The youths smile faded somewhat, unable to keep herself distracted for long. “Hey, you haven’t seen a Yungoos by any chance?” pea-green gaze lifted to find his own, though not quite brave enough to maintain it, as if he might discover the wrongdoing that loitered there. She gulped, guiltily of course, her palms sweating and brow furrowing as if she were facing some sort of imminent conviction. MADE BY VEL OF GS 277 words Amondrask - Sorry, just a quick one on my work lunch break!
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Post by Amondrask on Jun 9, 2018 5:19:55 GMT
{ } He blinked. Well, that was odd. Of all the reactions he could have gotten to his question, he hadn’t really expected her to be so startled. The poor woman had nearly jumped out of her shoes, and it wasn’t as if he was especially loud or aggressive. How peculiar. He handed her the eggs carefully, ensuring they were settled into the makeshift cradle of her arms before he spared a moment to take stock of the redhead’s demeanour, cocking his head to one side. Even a naturally jumpy person wasn’t quite this intense in their nervousness. Her laugh was a hollow thing, a forced gaiety conjured up in order to maintain a sense of civility, but neither that nor the smile came close to touching her eyes. Even those she could barely bring to meet his own amber gaze for long before they dropped away - almost guiltily. That, and with the question about the Yungoose, well. He could put two and two together readily enough. Pride was definitely the most chaotic experience he’d ever had in his life, with all the cacophonous sound and frenetic activity, it’d be almost too easy to lose track of a pokemon as small as that one. Really, it was only due to his trust in Valia’s ability to take care of herself that he was comfortable having her wander freely by his side - it’d be ludicrously easy to become separated, otherwise. But he said none of that. Instead, he replied in an amiable, level tone of voice, ”I’ve seen a few in the past few hours, but if you’re looking for one in particular, I can give you a hand. One sec.” He hooked one of the nearest bags to hand, grabbed a random sash, and placed both on the counter before handing the stall owner a neatly folded array of notes. Nodding, Bronze picked the items up and donned them without flair or particular relish, tying the sash about his shoulder and hip in a sling-like fashion. The tall man turned to the distressed youth, offering her a reassuring, easy smile and gently laid a hand upon her shoulder. ”Take a breath. No sense panicking. Let’s be methodical about this. Where was the Yungoose last, how long has it been, and do they have any distinguishing features we can look out for?”MADE BY VEL OF GS Pride Mystery Egg 2/5 threads Common Mystery Egg 2/2 Threads
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Post by lolly on Jun 9, 2018 8:29:39 GMT
{ } Wren's bare arms retracted a little at the weight of the stony pokemon eggs, somewhat instinctively feeling the need to draw them closer to her breast as if to keep them safe. Her awareness of them went minimally further. On any other occasion she might have revelled more intimately within the mystery of what developed inside of them. She had seen many Pokemon eggs in the wild as a child, going about her usual business of curiously observing. However never had she held one before. She could feel the texture of the eggs vaguely against her arm, and shuffled her fingers a little as if to inspect the sensation more closely. Honestly, she wasn't quite sure what she had expected them to feel like, and her head certainly wasn't clear enough at that point in time to truly appreciate the unfamiliar encounter. He was a lovely fellow, she could feel that much from the tone of his voice, and though she searched so eagerly for a way out of the rigid emotion that had overcome her, she only found herself cast further within it as the stranger realised she had lost said Yungoos. Her stomach sucked inwards with a sharp inhalation through her nose, and her tension held it there. Wren could bring about little more than a nod of appreciation (and a brittle half-smile) as he offered his help, before moving off to buy a bag. She didn't follow; though he was only close-by anyhow, as her joints all felt stiff and dysfunctional - like when you’re so cold the frost creeps into your bones. Call it dramatic, she was a sensitive young woman and abhorred the thought of a Pokemon suffering due to her negligence. However, as seemed to be true to the man’s nature, the reassuring contact with her shoulder was enough to ease her somewhat. Wren exhaled, managing to loosen herself enough to shake some of the awkwardness from her posture. Eventually, she was brought to a greater awareness by her companies willingness to help, able to lift her freckle-dusted features enough to realise who she was actually talking to. Somewhat. He seemed cool. Perhaps a little bland in contrast with the fabulous rainbows that adorned the majority of the festival-goers, but that wasn’t so far from similarity to herself. A basic white dress was hardly anything to draw the eye, though the atmosphere of the event had done it’s part in littering her silhouette loosley in stray fragments of glitter and sprinkles of powdered colour. With the eggs still held securely against her body, she took a moment to compose herself. “I let it out of the Pokeball on the outskirts of the Festival, where it was quiet behind the food stands,” pea-green gaze wandered a little east of where they stood, “It’s been about half an hour. It just went flying back in this direction and that’s all I saw,” she paused, looking back at her new acquaintance, “The problem is I won it in one of the games. I was so stupid to let it out here, but I couldn’t help myself. The poor thing didn’t know me of course, bit me on the hand when I tried to say hello and took off.” It was probably wreaking havoc on somebody's poor Rattata by now. Her eyes dropped again, perhaps only now noticing the little companion that stood by the man's side, smiling to her in soft greeting, “Hello.” She hadn’t even introduced herself. “My name is Wren by the way. Are you guys sure you want to let me interrupt the rest of your lovely evening with my self-inflicted mess?”
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