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| Nameless Deuteragonist | Jul 23 2012, 11:44 AM Post #1 |
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Hello. I am ONBS, from the chat. This is my OOC color. I hope you enjoy this, and that it comes to some sort of plot~ I can't remember if you've read Alexandria's profile or not, but I suggest going over the appearance section before interacting with him. Alexandria Hartsmith did not like cities. Cities were always full of people, people to stare, people to judge, people to comment. Alexandria was used to the "insane act," but it was tiring. He wanted to appear as he felt: apprehensive about going back to Sinnoh, sad to have just left the only two people in the world that he could call friends, excited because a conflict that had bothered him for several years was going to be resolved. The ship to Sinnoh was scheduled to leave in two days. Alexandria hadn't reserved a hotel room because he tended to fall asleep at inconvenient times; what was the point of having a bed if he couldn't make it there in time? It was a stupid idea not to reserve a room, however, because Alexandria could often fall asleep on command, and he still needed some amount of rest. Even though he probably would fall asleep somewhere inconvenient, he would also be able to drag himself to the room afterwards and collapse in the bed. Alexandria realized this soon after he arrived in the city. Not knowing that hotels did not charge Pokemon trainers, he wandered into the cheapest-looking one. The receptionist raised his eyebrows and tried to look busy. Alexandria was used to that reaction. He sighed inwardly; he did not like cities at all. "I'd like to reserve a room," he stated. The receptionist looked up suddenly. "I'm sorry. All of our rooms are full. You'll have to find somewhere else." Alexandria suspected that to be untrue, but he decided not to argue it and left. He was used to that sort of treatment. "If you say so," he remarked over his shoulder, because his pride wouldn't let him leave without some sort of comment. Outside, he rested on a bench and watched the bird Pokemon that came to feast on the remains of trainers' lunches. He realized then that he had forgotten to eat that day. Sliding into more of a slump, he pulled a pecha berry out of his pocket, one that was large enough for one to wonder how he once fit three of them in his coat. He sighed as he took a bite of it. Two days, no room, and no one to mitigate his feeling of loneliness. It was going to be a tough journey. Edited by Nameless Deuteragonist, Jul 23 2012, 11:53 AM.
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Sonny: Couldn't we move on to a conversation with less hugs and more stuff blowing up I write OOC bits in this color. Lysander | |
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| Krypt | Jul 23 2012, 06:54 PM Post #2 |
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Bryan's nerves were on all sorts of edges as he stood in line for the Dragonite Air Service. Conifer Town had yielded his greatest dream, yet he still felt it was a bit too close to Granite Ridge for his liking. Bryan simply wasn't ready to go back. It was that feeling that had led Bryan to follow the mutterings on the street about the DAS. It was said that these were the best dragonites in the region, bred specifically for air transport. Bryan clutched the two flyers he'd picked up earlier. One was a map of DAS and their stops around the island. The other was another reason he was leaving Conifer Town. It was a simple, oddly square piece of crumpled paper. On it were plain black letters that offered the following message: Palderon City: A place of rest and relaxation! Come with you and your pokemon and experience all that this wonderful city has to offer! That wasn't what had caught his attention, however; what he was really interested in was the neat chicken scratch that was scrawled at the bottom. 'Job moved to 19:00 hours. Be ready in Palderon to move. No screw-ups. Bring your pokemon.' Bryan finished rereading the note for the umpteenth time, excitement flowing through him. He wasn't sure what the scribbled not meant, but it sounded like something worth checking out. "Next," the bored attendant called out from behind the desk. Bryan walked up, feeling the unfamiliar weight of his unnamed mudkip's pokeball bouncing in his backpack. "One to Palderon," he asked nervously. "Please," he added as an afterthought. The attendant simply grunted at him. "You a trainer?" the man asked. Bryan nodded. "Card," he demanded. Bryan dug out his wallet and proudly produced his new trainer card. The man turned it over in his hands and guffawed. "Rookie," Bryan heard him mutter. "Third tunnel on your right," the attendant informed him. Bryan took back his card and the ticket offered him and quickly made his way to the aforementioned tunnel. He headed down the tunnel until he reached a sight he never thought he'd see: A grown dragonite, complete with rider, awaiting a passenger. "Ya headed ta Palderon?" the rider asked. It took Bryan a few moments to discover that there was a woman under the protective gear. He nodded. "Well then ya best git yur patoot up on Ol' Bessy here!" she hollered at him. The rider leaned over and offered Bryan her hand. Baffled, he took it and used her assistance to mount the dragonite. The next hour passed in a blur of screaming, both in fear and exhilaration. Then it was over. Bryan practically fell off the dragonite while the rider giggled at him, "Ain't many a folk that ride well their firs' time. Don' worry, we'll have ya an expert flier in no time!" She gave him a wave and took off with her dragonite back into the sky. Bryan wobbled his way out of the DAS station in Palderon. As Bryan's legs began to feel less and less shaky, he emerged into bright sunlight. Bryan stopped to take a deep breath, and quickly discovered that it was a bad idea as he was nearly run down by a tourist couple arguing about the best location to get bagels. His scanning devices kicked in, and Bryan soon found himself on his way to a mostly unoccupied bench nearby. He slid down onto the far side of it and eyed his company superstitiously from the corner of his vision. The man obviously had some years on him, but the way he held himself slouched over reminded Bryan of someone his age or just a tad younger. The long half of the hair blew gently in the wind while the short half stayed resolutely in place. Bryan followed the man's gaze with his eyes and landed on the bird pokemon in front of the bench. After a moment, Bryan returned to his studying of his bench-mate. The man's clothing looked unkempt and worn, a sure sign of a traveler. Running, chasing, wandering, those were things Bryan would have a harder time figuring out from looks. He did note the Team Plasma insignia with interest, and the fact that it was faded to almost nothing even more so. Bryan watched the man's eyes, rimmed by slightly smudged glasses, and noticed that they seemed to not move very often and blinked with frightening infrequency. His adam's apple on the other hand, never seemed to stop moving. The unhealthy tinge in parts of the man's skin led Bryan to the conclusion that he either didn't take care of himself, or didn't care enough to do so. Just as Bryan had labelled the man one of the sick homeless of Palderon, he pulled out a rather large pecha berry and began to munch on it. The sight of food reminded Bryan that he himself had neglected both his and his mudkip's stomachs. That was when his stomach decided to grow vocal chords and erupt in a growl loud enough that a few of the bird pokemon scattered at the sound. Perfect Bryan groaned inwardly. He felt his cheeks grow red and fought to minimize the embarrassed blush that was appearing on his face. He looked straight ahead, hoping that the man hadn't heard the grumbling. What now? Bryan wondered, Should I try and ask about somewhere to eat? There's no way he didn't hear that. Maybe he's not listening. Bryan chewed the inside of his lip as he waited to see what would happen. His stomach seemed to also sense the anticipation, and quieted to listen to the outcome of it's actions. |
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| Nameless Deuteragonist | Jul 24 2012, 01:15 PM Post #3 |
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I could not stop laughing, Krypt. That was brilliant. Alexandria was curious. Why would a trainer, a young-looking one at that, sit next to him? Neither Alexandria’s position nor his expression changed significantly, though if one looked closely enough, they would have seen something new in his eyes and one slightly raised eyebrow. Alexandria self-consciously scratched his nose and took another bite of Pecha. Hello, he wanted to say. What makes you desperate enough to share this bench? He had his answer, however, when he heard the trainer's stomach growl loudly enough to alert several bird Pokemon. Alexandria smiled at this. "You should visit Unova," Alexandria commented without looking at the youth. "You'd never be hungry there. The berries there are all this size." He took another bite of pecha, this one slower. “Though it’s hardly my place to tell you what you should do.” Alexandria shrugged and took his third and last berry out of his pocket. He held it for a moment before offering it to the trainer, still not looking in his direction. "Want it?" Though Alexandria was not one to share, he remembered all too well how thin Julian was when they were reunited; Alexandria could easily feel his ribs. Determined not to let anyone else get that way, the professor tossed the berry at the trainer. "It's safe, I promise. I may be crazy, but I'm not that crazy." He rolled his eyes at that comment and took a particularly large bite of pecha. He swallowed a little too quickly and choked a bit before continuing. "I've watched too many friends starve.” He had; even one was too many for him. Was it all right for him to go to Sinnoh? Of course it was, he told himself. He knew how to reach Julian. He could send a message with his computer. He wasn’t leaving Kuzumi forever, either. Not this time. The man sighed before finally glancing at the trainer that was beside him. “I didn’t introduce myself, but that isn’t important, I suppose.” With that, he stood, dusted off his coat, and prepared to leave the immediate area. Edited by Nameless Deuteragonist, Jul 24 2012, 02:33 PM.
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Sonny: Couldn't we move on to a conversation with less hugs and more stuff blowing up I write OOC bits in this color. Lysander | |
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| Krypt | Jul 24 2012, 06:59 PM Post #4 |
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Bryan started inwardly when the man spoke. He'd been too preoccupied with his own thoughts for the moment and had zoned out. Bryan had heard of the Unova region, but he'd almost just been killed on a dragonite and wasn't quite prepared for another non-himself form of transport. His stomach did excited somersaults at the thought of the food the man spoke of, ending it's performance with another exuberant growl. Bryan opened his mouth to apologize when a pecha berry was tossed his way. He fumbled the berry, distracted and somewhat disturbed by the comment about friends starving. "Thank you," Bryan offered once he'd steadied the berry in his hands. He began lifting the succulent berry to his mouth, stomach quivering with expectation, when he felt a jolt in his backpack. With a gasp, Bryan remembered his mudkip. How could you forget a friend that you ran away from home to find? he berated himself. To cover up his inner gear-shifting, Bryan attempted conversation with the man as he stood. "So, uh, where are you from? You don't look like your a local." Really? he screamed in his mind. Bryan pushed the voice aside and continued, "And, um, I think knowing who people are is important. So I'll start, my name's Bryan." Throughout the impromptu speech, Bryan was rummaging in his backpack. The pecha berry lay uneaten on the bench beside him. Bryan's fingers brushed the smooth curvature of a pokeball and he extracted it somewhat triumphantly. After a moment's searching, he found the button and pressed it, managing to hang on to the ball this time. The mudkip materialized on the pavement just in front of the bench. It's wide eyes took in the scenery around it, a slight quiver passing through it's body. When it caught sight of the man standing nearby, the mudkip let out a squeak of terror and rushed to hide it's face in Bryan's leg. Bryan reached down and stroked the mudkip's fin gently, "It's alright, he's not going to hurt you," Bryan reassured the quivering mudkip. "Look," Bryan tried to distract it cheerily, "I've got some food for you!" Bryan reached for the pecha berry on the bench next to him and scooted down so that he was on the ground with his mudkip. He brought the berry down with him and began trying to tear it apart. One juice-covered trainer later, Bryan's mudkip was lapping up the mangled remains of the pecha berry from Bryan's hands. "We have this nice man to thank for the food," Bryan informed the mudkip, "Why don't you say thanks?" The mudkip, having been distracted by food, now realized that there was still someone else there and returned to quivering. The food seemed to have helped, as the mudkip didn't attempt to hide it's face this time. Bryan scooped up the pokemon and cradled it, simultaneously slurping down a few scraps of the pecha berry to quell his own stomach. "Uh, could you possibly recommend anywhere to stay, or," Bryan indicated his now juice-spattered clothing, "just wash up? Thanks again for the berry, this little guy needed it more than I did." Bryan stroked his mudkip fondly. "Mud," came the barely audible confirmation. The mudkip gazed up at the strange man with big, non-judgmental eyes, and only a slight quiver in it's body. Bryan continued to stroke it as the mudkip sized up the man. "Yeah," Bryan muttered absentmindedly. He shook his head to clear it quickly and continued his one sided conversation, "I figure this all seems kinda random, but I just got to town and I'm not really sure where anything is." He gave the man what he hoped was a sincere smile, "If you're familiar with the area I could use the expertise." You sound like an idiotic kid, Bryan's mind told him. Shut up brain, he replied. He watched the man, curious as to the response. At the same time, he continued to stroke the mudkip, aware that with each pass of his fingers, the quivering lessened just a tad. Edited by Krypt, Jul 24 2012, 07:00 PM.
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| Nameless Deuteragonist | Jul 29 2012, 08:42 AM Post #5 |
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"So, uh, where are you from? You don't look like you’re a local. And, um, I think knowing who people are is important. So I'll start; my name's Bryan." Alexandria paused and turned back toward the young trainer. "You can call me Ice," he introduced himself. "And no, I’m not from around here. I arrived in this region from Unova about a week ago, but I’m originally from Sinnoh. I’m going back there for a while. That’s why I’m here." Alexandria smiled as Bryan took out his Pokemon. Julian also had quite the timid mudkip. Alexandria was impressed; the trainer fed the mudkip before feeding himself. He shook his head. "Correct. I would never hurt a Pokemon." In a moment, however, the former Plasma geneticist wondered if this was true. The tasks he had been given at Galactic and then in Unova hurt many Pokemon. I would never hurt this one, Alexandria corrected himself silently. "You’re fortunate. I have a beldum. I hardly even know where its mouth is." With a sigh, Alexandria returned to the bench. This trainer wasn't bad company, and seemed to be interested in continuing the conversation. "...Could you possibly recommend anywhere to stay, or just wash up?" Alexandria scoffed. He nodded in the direction of the hotel he had just left. "I was just told that there were no rooms, but I bet they'd give you something." He wrinkled his nose; that bothered him more than he wanted to say. Looking like this has its risks, young sir. "I know almost nothing of the area, though I'm sure there's a map or a guide somewhere nearby. I'd check the hotel first. Meanwhile, I should find something to do until the ship leaves. Are you heading anywhere?" That was rather nosy, Alexandria admonished himself. "Not that I have to know." Besides, he doesn't need your help anyway. You're just a crazy scientist that's done more harm than good. |
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| Krypt | Aug 5 2012, 12:36 PM Post #6 |
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Bryan's mind raced to keep up with the names of places and pokemon that Ice threw out. Turning his head, Bryan felt compelled to look at the hotel as Ice mentioned it, immediately noting how cheap the exterior of the building appeared. He kept his gaze on the ratty outside, eyes searching for movement through the small front window. His ears remained cocked, continuing to track Ice's words and tone. He felt reassurance at the man's confirmation that he would never hurt a pokemon and hoped that some of the calm feeling would rub off on his mudkip. Bryan turned away from the hotel to address Ice's question, "I'm not really headed anywhe..." Bryan halted suddenly. He did possess a destination in Palderon, it was simply a matter of finding it. Bryan checked his watch; 17:39. There were less than two hours before whatever excitement was planned happened. He cast a quick glance over Ice again, eyes lingering a fraction of a second longer on the almost unnoticeable insignia on the lab coat. He's probably not been a member of any kind of organization for a long time, Bryan reasoned to himself. Otherwise, why would he be wearing an old lab coat rather than a new one? The young trainer set his mudkip on the ground, giving it another pat as it whimpered, and stood up. His shirt stuck to his front uncomfortably with pecha berry juice, but he ignored it. Instead, Bryan reached into his pocket and withdrew the odd piece of paper with the cryptic message scrawled on it. "I found this... message in Conifer Town. Can you make anything of it?" Bryan inquired. He held out the paper to Ice, wondering how the man would react. Meanwhile on the ground, Bryan's mudkip trembled. There were so many people, so many legs that reared up above him like tree-trunks, ready to come crashing down and trample his tiny frame at any moment. The small mudkip forced himself to tip back his head and look at his trainer. His trainer seemed to be speaking with the human that had given them the food. The sensitive tissue on his cheeks vibrated with the potential danger that surrounded the area, sending terror down the poor pokemon's spine. "Mud," he cried plaintively. His trainer didn't seem to hear him, and simply continued his conversation. The mudkips gills suddenly gave a more violent twitch as something rustled in the undergrowth near the bench. "Kip!" the frightened pokemon practically screamed. He darted around to the other side of Bryan's body and buried it's face in Bryan's legs, choosing to put distance between himself and whatever was in the grass over keeping away from the strange human with the large berries. Bryan looked down as his mudkip freaked out. "What's wrong?" he asked. Hand still extended toward Ice with the note, Bryan turned his neck back towards the bench to try and make out what his mudkip was so scared of. |
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| Nameless Deuteragonist | Aug 10 2012, 03:24 PM Post #7 |
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"Rest and relaxation?" Alexandria snorted. "I don't think so- what? Ah. You meant the note. What time is it?" Not giving Bryan any time to answer, the man took a large, maroon pen out of his pocket and wrote something on his hand, though the pen left no mark upon his skin. Alexandria then pulled a screen out of the same pocket and glanced at it. "Seventeen thirty-eight," he read aloud before returning the pen and the screen to his coat. "I don't know, but it looks suspicious enough for me to want to check it out." Alexandria glanced at the mudkip. "Your Pokemon is exhibiting signs of terror," he informed Bryan before Alexandria found the source of the most recent fear. Immediately, he checked the position of his feet and offered the note back to Bryan, his other hand relaxed but positioned carefully in front of his chest. If one was trained to see such a thing, they might note that the man was prepared for a fight. If not, however, the change was subtle enough that the only strange part of Alexandria's behavior was the hovering hand. "It might be a good idea to return it." A Pokemon scurried out of the bushes then: a patrat, a Pokemon that Alexandria had seen in Unova. He frowned at it. If Bryan was observant, he might notice that the Pokemon rather resembled Alexandria. "I know what that is. The name escapes me, but I've seen it before." His frown deepened. "It's a juvenile. Looks wild." He bent his knees to lower himself so he could get a better look at it. "Female? I can't tell. The way it's staring is kind of creepy, isn't it?" Alexandria's gaze wasn't any less creepy, as everyone but him knew. The man's wide-open, grey-brown eyes tended to focus on something, unblinking, for far longer than was comfortable for the object of his attention. At the moment, he was giving the patrat an equally intense stare. The Pokemon, eager for a challenge, twitched its nose a few times, stood on its hind legs, and looked unfalteringly at the former Team Plasma scientist. Alexandria knelt on the ground, reluctant to pass up this opportunity to observe the Pokemon. "Does it remind you of something? It looks a little familiar to me, for some reason. Like something I saw a long time ago." Perhaps something he saw in a mirror. |
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| Krypt | Aug 10 2012, 04:54 PM Post #8 |
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Bryan hastily took back the note as Ice's body position changed. The young trainer easily recognized the telltale signs of someone preparing for a fight; he'd watched too many wild pokemon go at it to not see what Ice was preparing for. "Calm down Miki," he assured the mudkip as he stuffed the note back into his pocket. Stubbornly, Bryan ignored the comment about returning Miki to his pokeball. If Miki wants to go back, he'll tell me, he reasoned to himself. Looking back up, Bryan noticed that Ice had gone over to the pokemon which had emerged from the bushes. Bryan had to blink several times before he was satisfied with what he was seeing. If he hadn't known any better, Bryan could have sworn that the pokemon was a mirror image of Ice, right down to the staring eyes. The two stared at each other for a long time. Bryan shifted from foot to foot, feeling as though he and Miki were a third and fourth wheel on a bicycle. He and Miki exchanged a look. "Um... Sorry to interrupt," he coughed out, "but hadn't we better figure out what's going on BEFORE nineteen hundred hours hits?" Bryan left the question hanging in the air, still aghast at how similar the pokemon and the person next to it seemed. Miki peered out from around his trainer's legs. The pokemon had startled him when it had come through the bushes, and Miki had ran. Why am I always so scared? he asked himself. At least his trainer hadn't put him back in the ball, the small space had become less of a comfort to the pokemon ever since he'd grown to feel safe around his trainer. The pokemon from the bushes freaked him out. Miki shivered at the thought of those unblinking eyes turned on him. As though the other pokemon had heard his thoughts, she turned to him. <Who're you? Are you Danger? I'm supposed to watch for Danger. They said Danger would come and get me if I didn't eat all of my green-food,> she chittered rapidly. Miki's brain raced trying to keep up with her speech. Her eyes turned back to Ice, <He doesn't look like what Danger is. Is he patrat? No, no, no, too tall. But not Danger.> She took a step closer to Ice, her eyes wide and unblinking. She continued to chatter to herself, <He stares like we do, watching, always watching for Danger to come.> Miki blinked, the patrat, or whatever it called itself, seemed to be making no sense. My brain hurts, Miki complained inwardly. He nudged his trainer's legs, trying to warn him of the pokemon's apparent mental imbalance. |
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