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victory_road2020-06-22 12:46 pm
amaure) wrote in victory_road2020-06-22 12:46 pm
Goldenrod ex, 5/8 undersized (closed)
Who: Emet-Selch, Hythlodaeus, Estinien, Ziva, Urianger (maybe Dirk)
Where: Goldenrod city, mainly Emet-Selch's small apartment, but also elsewhere in the city.
When: 22nd-25th
Summary: The party has now reached Goldenrod, and they have decided to make Emet's life hell. You know, how most of his relationships do. He ain't single and he ain't ready to mingle and yet...
Rating: Will update as needed, gen for now.
When he had sent Estinien to retrieve Hythlodaeus, he had not expected there to be others among their traveling group! Let alone others from their own star—one of which he is familiar with, the other...well, in a way he is, but he hasn't fully gotten the confirmation she may yet be who Hythlodaeus suspects she is. The hero of the source he knows is not a small blond woman, but an average height brunet man, and as such he's left a little conflicted with the possibility of such differences.
Regardless of all of that, he did not expect the group to arrive at his rather quaint apartment. Barely is it suited for Hythlodaeus alone, but especially not five people in total! The knock on his door was expected, but not the slew of faces that assaulted his gaze upon opening it. His exasperated and dramatic flourish of his discontent was likely more amusing than scathing, and while he had little choice but to let them in, it did result in him locking himself in the bathroom for a time.
Glad as he is to see Hythlodaeus at long last, there's something ruinous about the unexpected company! Particularly when a certain dragoon looks both smug and amused, with that small grin of his, at the vexation brought on by these ill-turn of events, and Solus' clear surprise. Finally with some coaxing, he finds himself among them once more, looking none too pleased about it, but what can he do? Sure, he could tell them to leave, but he knows what a fool's endeavor that will be.
If this were to become the usual among their group, if his dwelling would be their landing whenever they arrive at Goldenrod, a home base if you will, then something will have to change. For now, this is his lot, terrible though it is.
Where: Goldenrod city, mainly Emet-Selch's small apartment, but also elsewhere in the city.
When: 22nd-25th
Summary: The party has now reached Goldenrod, and they have decided to make Emet's life hell. You know, how most of his relationships do. He ain't single and he ain't ready to mingle and yet...
Rating: Will update as needed, gen for now.
When he had sent Estinien to retrieve Hythlodaeus, he had not expected there to be others among their traveling group! Let alone others from their own star—one of which he is familiar with, the other...well, in a way he is, but he hasn't fully gotten the confirmation she may yet be who Hythlodaeus suspects she is. The hero of the source he knows is not a small blond woman, but an average height brunet man, and as such he's left a little conflicted with the possibility of such differences.
Regardless of all of that, he did not expect the group to arrive at his rather quaint apartment. Barely is it suited for Hythlodaeus alone, but especially not five people in total! The knock on his door was expected, but not the slew of faces that assaulted his gaze upon opening it. His exasperated and dramatic flourish of his discontent was likely more amusing than scathing, and while he had little choice but to let them in, it did result in him locking himself in the bathroom for a time.
Glad as he is to see Hythlodaeus at long last, there's something ruinous about the unexpected company! Particularly when a certain dragoon looks both smug and amused, with that small grin of his, at the vexation brought on by these ill-turn of events, and Solus' clear surprise. Finally with some coaxing, he finds himself among them once more, looking none too pleased about it, but what can he do? Sure, he could tell them to leave, but he knows what a fool's endeavor that will be.
If this were to become the usual among their group, if his dwelling would be their landing whenever they arrive at Goldenrod, a home base if you will, then something will have to change. For now, this is his lot, terrible though it is.
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[And now that they do have some time to rest and take it easy... Hythlodaeus will release his Pokemon out into the open to check on them, see if they're hungry... And take notes on each one in his breeder manual. He invites the others to release all of their Pokemon also.
As if there wasn't little enough space as it was.
He's more than a little fascinated and would like to see what his friends and traveling companions have caught! ...And to see how the little creatures might interact. He has his notes and his reference book at the ready.]
[He's in the market for some eggs, after all. He'll still be seated on the bed, having nowhere better to be.]
Closed to Emet-Selch
[And Hythlodaeus is seated upon the bed because there isn't even enough floor space for him without him immediately being in the way. He pats the spot next to him, coaxing him to sit.]
Come, have you had enough of your fretting in your wash room?
[And it is only when seated that Emet-Selch may see the creature now sleeping in Hythlodaeus' hood and cowl. Nestled in his hair against his neck is a little Cutiefly. Hythlodaeus seems to pay it no mind. Does he even know that it's there?]
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He shoots Hythlodaeus a scowl as he calls him out over his fretting, but joins him all the same, even with a measured reluctance in his body language. Settling on his bed with a stressed sigh, he then glances over at his friend properly. Were the others not here, he would lean over and...]
...Hythlodaeus.
[He says it with a certain urgency to his voice, before he reaches over and plucks the creature from his hair, staring at it with judgmental and scrutinizing eyes.]
Really. Has your traveling so robbed you of your decorum, you know not when you've vilekin in your hair?
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[And Hythlodaeus pulls his head back, a little startled.]
I had no idea!
[And then he pulls out his 'gear to see what it even is—]
Cutiefly. Bee Fly Pokemon. It feeds on the nectar and pollen of flowers. It is able to sense the auras of living things, and can identify which flowers are about to bloom. It skillfully reads those auras to predict its foes' movements and make fools of them. Cutiefly flutter above the heads of people who have auras resembling those of flowers.
Oh! Did you mistake me for a flower patch? Poor thing, sorry to wake you! [He holds out his hand]
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Mayhap 'tis time you cut that mane of yours, if there are to be beasts getting lost within it.
[He says that half in jest, because he does rather like Hythlodaeus' long hair, but...really...]
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[The Cutiefly crawls onto his hand and gazes up at him nervously. Hythlodaeus simply brings his hand up to his hood and lifts a bit of hair, inviting the Cutiefly to return to its napping spot. It flutters back, burying itself to just peek out at Emet-Selch. He gives her a little pet on the head with a single finger.]
I suppose I should name her... Melissa, I think, is suiting.
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[One could ask Emet the very same thing, considering the situation right now...
For a moment, he watches with disgust as the insect crawls back into Hythlodaeus' hair, and for that same moment he questions his attraction to such a man. Though, in truth, this is roughly what he expects from the man, and truly such kindness is indeed what draws him to Hythlodaeus.]
Melissa... [He pauses for a moment.] "Honey Bee" is it? Hm.
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My sauropod is named "Banania". Banana Tree is perhaps a little unimaginative, but in my defense it is a little dizzying to be inundated with so much foreign language and so many foreign concepts... Even when I travelled across the ocean, I felt much steadier.
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Well, I am not one to scrutinize the names of people's creatures. I have nary named my own, for I have little interest in such. If you wish to name yours so on the nose, I will not stop you.
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What sorts do you have? You’ve had so much longer than I have to put together some sort of team. I would like to see if your tastes are the same, after all.
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I have a fair number of ghost types, and a few dark. If that means aught to you. Mayhap I'll show you when my home is not currently a zoo!