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victory_road2020-06-10 07:32 pm
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Expanding Horizons (OTA Catchall)
Who: Bucky Barnes AKA the Winter Soldier, and OPEN
Where: Routes 30 and 31, then Violet City as of 6/12
When: June 9 - 16, next leg of the journey!
Summary: Traveling with friends and finally hitting the city! Because Buck needs more CR and he refuses to engage with the network...
Rating: PG-13 for the swearing again
I. On the Road; Routes 30 and 31, June 9 - 11
It’s a longer trip from Cherrygrove to Violet City, the next location on the map, but it’s not an unpleasant trip. There are eggs to carry-- and to collect, as a large bird pokemon drops some off for the Soldier and Entrapta a day out of Cherrygrove-- and new pokemon to marvel at. The device is actually really useful, and the Soldier is pretty sure he has both books memorized now, even if he keeps looking things up.
This is the new mission. It’s a better one than the last one. He might be starting to relax a little, but he’s still not sure how to smile.
The campfire is comfortable, though, as they sit around it and read, write, pet and groom pokemon, or talk. (Well. Mostly listen to Entrapta talk.) The Soldier discovers the radio, at which point he discovers that everyone can hear that weird music everywhere and it’s not just his brain being crazy, and at further point he discovers jazz. Which is the best thing ever, maybe even better than Grace (Sorry, doll.), and Entrapta and Link will have to make him change the station or turn it off when they get sick of it.
II. Catching, Take Two; Route 31, June 11
It takes the Soldier almost until they reach Violet City to try the pokeball thing again. This time, though, he crouches down next to the absolutely adorable little Espurr once Grace and the Starly (who is now a Starava, that was a fun experience) are sitting on her, and wave them off. And he offers the ball, instead of throwing it, silent but inviting.
He’s gonna let them choose, going forward. It only seems fair. Nobody should not be allowed to choose. (Not anymore.)
III. Townie Life; Violet City, June 12 - 16
It’s a nice little city. He keeps thinking the buildings should be a little taller. A slightly different style. Dirtier, maybe. But the feeling of more people around him feels right, and if he closes his eyes, listening and breathing in the smell, he almost feels at home.
He and Entrapta stay at the pokemon training center, because one, it’s the cheapest option besides camping out, and two, there’s shit to learn there. He can be found making notes in a new notebook before, during, and after lessons (And damn do we feel old, surrounded by all those teenagers.), pacing around the town itself in a kind of leisurely patrol, or sitting somewhere in the sun just taking in the sights.
Or chasing down pokemon babies. He’s got a handful of those.
IV. Babies; Violet City, June 12 - 16
Very young pokemon are difficult to keep track of, as it turns out. They’re like unruly children, who happen to be even smaller than regular children. And the Soldier has three of them to keep track of-- four, if Entrapta’s little Growlithe cub is in the mix. It’s like trying to keep track of the girls, only worse. (What girls?)
First, there’s the Skitty, Fuzzlebutt, who refuses to grow up yet, though not from lack of trying to get new experiences. Most of those experiences consist of biting, chewing on people’s shoes, and pouncing whatever pokemon he can find. He might be small for his type and age, but he makes up for it in energy and aggression.
Second, there’s the Rockruff, hatched on the road on the way to Violet City, who is much friendlier than Fuzzle but also much louder, and just as energetic. She keeps bounding up to people, barking, “Rockruff! Rockruff! Rock! Ruff! Ruff!” while the Soldier chases after her anxiously, apologizing.
Third, there’s little Stevie, a barely-hatched baby Absol who keeps tripping on his own over-sized paws and landing face-first into something pointy, or chasing after pidgies until they swarm him, or trying to keep up with the other two when he’s smaller and weaker and clearly a little runty. He stumbles over a passer-by’s feet or catches their pants leg or skirt to stop them from stepping in a puddle or to try and herd them this way or that or just in an excess of energy. The Soldier comes to collect him with a sigh and another apology.
Where: Routes 30 and 31, then Violet City as of 6/12
When: June 9 - 16, next leg of the journey!
Summary: Traveling with friends and finally hitting the city! Because Buck needs more CR and he refuses to engage with the network...
Rating: PG-13 for the swearing again
I. On the Road; Routes 30 and 31, June 9 - 11
It’s a longer trip from Cherrygrove to Violet City, the next location on the map, but it’s not an unpleasant trip. There are eggs to carry-- and to collect, as a large bird pokemon drops some off for the Soldier and Entrapta a day out of Cherrygrove-- and new pokemon to marvel at. The device is actually really useful, and the Soldier is pretty sure he has both books memorized now, even if he keeps looking things up.
This is the new mission. It’s a better one than the last one. He might be starting to relax a little, but he’s still not sure how to smile.
The campfire is comfortable, though, as they sit around it and read, write, pet and groom pokemon, or talk. (Well. Mostly listen to Entrapta talk.) The Soldier discovers the radio, at which point he discovers that everyone can hear that weird music everywhere and it’s not just his brain being crazy, and at further point he discovers jazz. Which is the best thing ever, maybe even better than Grace (Sorry, doll.), and Entrapta and Link will have to make him change the station or turn it off when they get sick of it.
II. Catching, Take Two; Route 31, June 11
It takes the Soldier almost until they reach Violet City to try the pokeball thing again. This time, though, he crouches down next to the absolutely adorable little Espurr once Grace and the Starly (who is now a Starava, that was a fun experience) are sitting on her, and wave them off. And he offers the ball, instead of throwing it, silent but inviting.
He’s gonna let them choose, going forward. It only seems fair. Nobody should not be allowed to choose. (Not anymore.)
III. Townie Life; Violet City, June 12 - 16
It’s a nice little city. He keeps thinking the buildings should be a little taller. A slightly different style. Dirtier, maybe. But the feeling of more people around him feels right, and if he closes his eyes, listening and breathing in the smell, he almost feels at home.
He and Entrapta stay at the pokemon training center, because one, it’s the cheapest option besides camping out, and two, there’s shit to learn there. He can be found making notes in a new notebook before, during, and after lessons (And damn do we feel old, surrounded by all those teenagers.), pacing around the town itself in a kind of leisurely patrol, or sitting somewhere in the sun just taking in the sights.
Or chasing down pokemon babies. He’s got a handful of those.
IV. Babies; Violet City, June 12 - 16
Very young pokemon are difficult to keep track of, as it turns out. They’re like unruly children, who happen to be even smaller than regular children. And the Soldier has three of them to keep track of-- four, if Entrapta’s little Growlithe cub is in the mix. It’s like trying to keep track of the girls, only worse. (What girls?)
First, there’s the Skitty, Fuzzlebutt, who refuses to grow up yet, though not from lack of trying to get new experiences. Most of those experiences consist of biting, chewing on people’s shoes, and pouncing whatever pokemon he can find. He might be small for his type and age, but he makes up for it in energy and aggression.
Second, there’s the Rockruff, hatched on the road on the way to Violet City, who is much friendlier than Fuzzle but also much louder, and just as energetic. She keeps bounding up to people, barking, “Rockruff! Rockruff! Rock! Ruff! Ruff!” while the Soldier chases after her anxiously, apologizing.
Third, there’s little Stevie, a barely-hatched baby Absol who keeps tripping on his own over-sized paws and landing face-first into something pointy, or chasing after pidgies until they swarm him, or trying to keep up with the other two when he’s smaller and weaker and clearly a little runty. He stumbles over a passer-by’s feet or catches their pants leg or skirt to stop them from stepping in a puddle or to try and herd them this way or that or just in an excess of energy. The Soldier comes to collect him with a sigh and another apology.
1. Route 30, June 9
Opportunity, yes, but left to his own devices he'd normally avoid people he doesn't know.
Unluckily for him, he has a very friendly Vulpix who, when seeing new and interesting people sitting around a fire near sunset, runs right up to them, flops down, and stares back over her shoulder at her equally white-haired, antisocial, exasperated trainer, who comes over to collect her.
"Mine apologies--Iceheart, come away from there." Quit bothering the nice people.
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Pokemon, however, are a different story. Though he straightens up sharply, metal arm making a mechanical whine, at the sudden motion bursting into the circle of campfire light itself, he relaxes a little when the Vulpix just... flops. Aww. Also, Grace doesn't react beyond rolling closer to his thigh, which usually means everything's okay.
Iceheart doesn't get the chance to come away, anyway, because an energetic Skitty leaps right onto her tail.
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Estinien approaches the circle of firelight carefully, calmly--he's aware he can be a little imposing, since he's nearly 7 feet tall in a world where folk the height of Elezen and Roegadyn aren't the norm.
He sighs, stopping a fair distance away. He had also intended to make camp for the night, sooner rather than later, but he doesn't necessarily want to do so around other people.
Iceheart yips and bats at the Skitty playfully, spitting a tiny cloud of snowy mist.
"She is of a mind to approach people on her own." Estinien sounds grumpy and annoyed by that, because it makes him actually have to deal with people.
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Seeing as Fuzzlebutt is still undeterred, and counters the spit of ice with an actual chomp onto poor Iceheart's tail. The newly-hatched rockruff, still unnamed, starts awake in the Soldier's lap, then starts yapping and scrambles to charge into the fray. "Rockruff, rockruff, ruff ruff!"
The Soldier sighs and scoops her up with the metal hand, glinting in the firelight, letting Fuzzle deal with Iceheart on his lonesome. "Sorry."
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He notes the metal hand, and the rest of his arm--it's strange, it doesn't appear to be armor, it doesn't add enough bulk to his arm compared to the other side. Is it machina?
He doesn't know and he's not about to ask.
"Tis fine, if she is inclined she shall stop." With a shake of his head, he comes a bit closer, into the circle of firelight. "My name is Estinien. Would you and your companion mind over-much if I also made camp here for the night?"
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That's clearly asked of Grace and the rockruff. The former inclines her head, like some royal lady granting a boon, and the rockruff barks, "Ruff!"
Fuzzle graduates from chewing on chilly tail-fur to attempting to jump up onto Iceheart's shoulders in an attempt to get at her ears. He's small for a Skitty, and young, but he's still probably half her size.
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He nods, and swings his pack down to the ground before sitting himself, watching Fuzzle and Iceheart at play. He's the type to...completely allow for comfortable silence, so good news, no awkward small talk.
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Well, not-talking is nice. Quiet isn't going to happen yet, because after a few minutes of putting away the remains of dinner and watching Fuzzle and Iceheart wrestle, and keeping Estinien in the corner of his eye just in case, the Soldier finds his pokegear and turns the radio back on to some lively swing jazz. He seems completely oblivious to the fact that he never gave Estinien a name, back.
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"Hey Winter! We got more sticks, this should probably keep the fire going all night!" But she pause, when she sees Estinien, and gives him a long moment's stare.
Until she says, blunt but not cold, with a tilt of her head, "I don't know you." And back at her companion, more cheerfully. "Winter, did you make a new friend? Is he gonna travel with us too?"
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So the man's name is Winter. It's not even that odd to Estinien, Roegadyn commonly have such names, so the only part that makes him blink is...well, the man very evidently is not a Roegadyn.
"I am returning to Cherrygrove to meet with an arrival from my world, so likely not." Too bad. "My name is Estinien Wyrmblood."
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The Rockruff puppy seems to be doing all right with the making friends bit, though. She's sprawled on Iceheart's back, chewing on one of her tails happily, her own fluffy tail going a mile a minute.
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She sits down on Winter's other side and folds her legs in tight, tucking her elbows into the fold of her knees and resting her chin on her hands; as she gets settled, the Impidimp jumps from her shoulder onto Winter's. "I'm Entrapta. This is Leslie, that's Winter and our other friend is called Link! He has ears like you, maybe you're from the same universe. Winter and I are from different ones too."
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"...nay, I think not. There are others from my star in this world, though none of them are named such."
He feels slightly self-conscious, shifting a bit so that his hands rest on the earth beneath him, legs straight in front. He could talk about how there is at least one other from a more similar world, but not exactly the same--about how his own is actually a set of closely-linked realities shattered from one whole world, but he doesn't. He does offer, though:
"This star alters much, my ears are normally much longer."
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"It's made changes to us, too," he puts in. His back still hurts from that ill-advised punch on his first day, and even with a week behind him since then, he keeps inadvertently doing things to make it worse so it's not as healed up as he'd like.
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"Right! Winter's body no longer fully compensates for the damages caused by misuse of his artificial arm," Entrapta says cheerfully. And grabs a thick strand of her hair to hold out at arms length somewhat demonstratively, letting the lavender hair slip between her fingers as she continues, "And my hair can no longer be used as digitigrade-style secondary and tertiary limbs."