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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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Urianger spent most of his time at the edges of the commotion. Five people and a bunch of pokemon cramming into such a small space lends itself to chaos, but it's lively, and he finds himself content to watch things unfold.
Eventually, though, he does make his way over to Emet. The first thing he'll probably notice: Urianger's dressed from head to toe in what can only be described as "that sure is a pokemon trainer, huh." It's very absurd, but there's logic behind his choice in attire. Much like how he adjusted his appearance when he began to study astrology in earnest, he chose clothing that seemed to fit with the world and his designated place in it. If he's expected to go around catching pokemon, he should look at least look the part. ]
Pray forgive our unexpected arrival. Whilst undoubtedly troublesome for thee, glad am I for the opportunity our arrival provideth. In sooth, I was hoping to speak with thee.
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Nevertheless, he's not making the most welcoming visage as the Elezen man approaches, peering up at him with a flat expression that slowly morphs into a disdained smile, though there's the slightest touches of amusement to it at the sight of what Urianger's wearing. Closing his book, he sets it aside, tilting his head with slight curiosity. Rather interesting that he'd wish to speak to him, acting rather civil about it, too! Not that the man was greatly uncivil with him before, card toss at his glamour aside.
Nay, that was more Thancred's field of expertise.]
Oh, very well, I suppose I have time for a little chit-chat. What is it?
[He's really not sure what it is that the man might wish to speak to him about, but there's only one way to find out he guesses.]