..:: I - Pirate City of Leviathan - Compass points library ::.. Cinders is not happy with this place.
Her little nose twitches and her brown eyes balefully regards the high shelves along the crooked libraries, dove-grey fur standing on ends. She chitters a high and lengthy strings of angry noises, and Cadeyrn can't help but agree below her, handy swanna-featherduster in hand, a white handkerchief tied over his nose but under thunder-dark eyes to keep the dust from clogging in his lungs.
They proceed well as a pair, well used to the tandem of work shared, and as Cinders sweeps her long, feathery tail across the higher, unreachable areas, Cadeyrn is in turn shifting a tall ladder just underneath her, dusting off the ancient tomes of treasures and maps long-found.
There's a sharp, angry snarl from above him, and Cadeyrn shifts to the side automatically, calling out below him a "heads up!" as his little minccino forces a broken, derelict tiny replica of a ship down, uncaring of who it might land up on. Her huffing and snarling, gritted teeth can be heard all the way below, just before the ship smashes and breaks.
Hopefully that didn't hurt anybody.
..:: II - Grandcypher - Cafe Millenia ::.. Cadeyrn rarely feels at peace with himself without the amenities that surround him. Clean, fresh surfaces. A window just cracked open to invite the fresh air in. His starter's long, slender frame tucked in between the pots of leafy green plants curling widespread leaves closer to the enchanting sunlight that makes its way inside. It's a peaceful surrounding.
Pots, pans and sieves surround him, along with fluffy white pokemons crowding his little work nook. Alcremies chirp delightedly at the work that he pours into the little bakeries, macarons and sweet creams combining to make little pokemon faces, from delightful brown bunearies to the pink jigglypuffs. While the dragalge chocolate croissants are cooling off on a plate, palm-sized litwick cakes with abundant frosting and rawstberry-flames have been set to chill in a corner, underneath the watchful garnet eyes of his serperior.
Any intruder stops all movement within the kitchen, all eyes turned to them as Cadeyrn observes them with a sharp silver gaze. A beat passes in uncomfortable silence, before a little cottonee swoons a cheerful little noise as it picks up a treat with a gentle vine, and offers it to the stranger. Cadeyrn's eyes narrow a tad, but he nods.
"Enjoy it," he invites, and turns back to the plethora of cakes and fondants that require his attentions.
..:: III - Budehuc Castle - Tablet of stars ::.. "Don't."
The stern voice is directed at a curious rockruff, sniffing about and coming too close. Behind Cadeyrn, pinned between him and the Tablet Of Stars, a long black tail with a star point taps at the grounds in its nerves, Cimmerian's piercing gold-and-red stare fixed to the little wildling until it takes the hint. The luxray's crackling fur smooths when the little dog takes that as a hint to scamper, and it turns its eyes to the next nearest threat, tension not quite gone from its limbs. It huffs through bellow-deep lungs when the person approaches.
Cadeyrn lays a hand in its mane, gently petting the tense pokemon, but doesn't direct the person away, simply raising a pitch-black eyebrow at them over knife-sharp silver eyes.
"Are you here for the view?" His voice is devoid of much emotion, but not unwelcoming, just seeing what the person is loitering around for. "Or are you here for the pokemon?"
Cimmerian's rumbling growl deepens at that, tail once more lashing at the stone. Even Cadeyrn's hand goes still in his long, night-black mane, but he doesn't glance away from the intruder.
Cadeyrn Blackthorn ♠ OC ♠ OTA
Cinders is not happy with this place.
Her little nose twitches and her brown eyes balefully regards the high shelves along the crooked libraries, dove-grey fur standing on ends. She chitters a high and lengthy strings of angry noises, and Cadeyrn can't help but agree below her, handy swanna-featherduster in hand, a white handkerchief tied over his nose but under thunder-dark eyes to keep the dust from clogging in his lungs.
They proceed well as a pair, well used to the tandem of work shared, and as Cinders sweeps her long, feathery tail across the higher, unreachable areas, Cadeyrn is in turn shifting a tall ladder just underneath her, dusting off the ancient tomes of treasures and maps long-found.
There's a sharp, angry snarl from above him, and Cadeyrn shifts to the side automatically, calling out below him a "heads up!" as his little minccino forces a broken, derelict tiny replica of a ship down, uncaring of who it might land up on. Her huffing and snarling, gritted teeth can be heard all the way below, just before the ship smashes and breaks.
Hopefully that didn't hurt anybody.
..:: II - Grandcypher - Cafe Millenia ::..
Cadeyrn rarely feels at peace with himself without the amenities that surround him. Clean, fresh surfaces. A window just cracked open to invite the fresh air in. His starter's long, slender frame tucked in between the pots of leafy green plants curling widespread leaves closer to the enchanting sunlight that makes its way inside. It's a peaceful surrounding.
Pots, pans and sieves surround him, along with fluffy white pokemons crowding his little work nook. Alcremies chirp delightedly at the work that he pours into the little bakeries, macarons and sweet creams combining to make little pokemon faces, from delightful brown bunearies to the pink jigglypuffs. While the dragalge chocolate croissants are cooling off on a plate, palm-sized litwick cakes with abundant frosting and rawstberry-flames have been set to chill in a corner, underneath the watchful garnet eyes of his serperior.
Any intruder stops all movement within the kitchen, all eyes turned to them as Cadeyrn observes them with a sharp silver gaze. A beat passes in uncomfortable silence, before a little cottonee swoons a cheerful little noise as it picks up a treat with a gentle vine, and offers it to the stranger. Cadeyrn's eyes narrow a tad, but he nods.
"Enjoy it," he invites, and turns back to the plethora of cakes and fondants that require his attentions.
..:: III - Budehuc Castle - Tablet of stars ::..
"Don't."
The stern voice is directed at a curious rockruff, sniffing about and coming too close. Behind Cadeyrn, pinned between him and the Tablet Of Stars, a long black tail with a star point taps at the grounds in its nerves, Cimmerian's piercing gold-and-red stare fixed to the little wildling until it takes the hint. The luxray's crackling fur smooths when the little dog takes that as a hint to scamper, and it turns its eyes to the next nearest threat, tension not quite gone from its limbs. It huffs through bellow-deep lungs when the person approaches.
Cadeyrn lays a hand in its mane, gently petting the tense pokemon, but doesn't direct the person away, simply raising a pitch-black eyebrow at them over knife-sharp silver eyes.
"Are you here for the view?" His voice is devoid of much emotion, but not unwelcoming, just seeing what the person is loitering around for. "Or are you here for the pokemon?"
Cimmerian's rumbling growl deepens at that, tail once more lashing at the stone. Even Cadeyrn's hand goes still in his long, night-black mane, but he doesn't glance away from the intruder.