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 Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 3:19 pm
(placeholder post. Aries isn't in the contest, FYI. That would mean getting his fur messy with pie filling and he won't allow that!)
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 7:30 am
  Riley & Faran
For Faran however the speech was impossible to sit through. It was exactly what the Vulpix had imagined it to be: long and boring and keeping him away from those delicious pies that were so close and yet so far away. The Fire Type pretended to listen politely for a while but shot glances at Riley every couple of seconds, picking up that Riley didn't truly want to be listening to it either. If Faran had picked up anything about the Eevee over their time spent together it was that he'd stop listening to something that he didn't want to hear. That was what was so fun about Riley, he was practically a grown-up, definitely as grown-up as Era, but he was more like a kid than any of the other adults. It also made it particularly easy to gauge when he could get away with acting out of line because the Vulpix knew just when to act so that his Eevee chaperone wouldn't notice. He waited with growing impatience for that moment, occupying the time by thinking of all the delicious pie that awaited him once the time came that he could get away with it and then... There! Finally Riley's eyes got that look that they sometimes got when he was thinking about something really deeply, and that was when Faran made his move. Creeping over to the table covered in pies, the Vulpix began to paw at one that looked like it would come out relatively easily from amongst its companions. He could smell how sweet it was: chocolate cream! Faran licked his chops with delight and pulled harder at the foil wrapping and got it teetering at the edge of the table. Yes! Faran thought, eying his prize hungrily, Come on...almost there...
At that precise moment three things happened. Firstly, Riley noticed what Faran was up to and hissed sharply at the vulpine, "Faran! Pay attention!" Second, Faran jumped in surprise at the command and then again at the loud squeal of the microphone when the Plusle and Minun took the stage, severely rattled by the whole thing. Thirdly, the carefully moved pie tipped from the edge that it had been wobbling on and began to fall toward the Vulpix who'd been trying to consume it. It was hard to tell what happened next, the Plusle and Minun and Furret were all chatting away at the microphone and Faran only had eyes for the pie that was falling straight towards his head. He couldn't think enough to move, his only consideration being how much trouble he was going to be in when the pie hit him. Taking a deep breath, the Fire Type ducked his head to his paws and squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation of the impact-but the impact never came. Looking up in surprise after a couple of seconds, the Vulpix found Riley standing over him with the chocolate pie balanced carefully on his paw and held just over top of the Vulpix. "That was a little close, don't you think?" he said, setting the pie down on the ground in front of Faran and grinning. "Listen, I don't mind if you want to eat pie, but try not to get your fur too messy. Sereni would kill me." The Fire Type simply nodded, unable to keep a sheepish grin of his own off his face before he began to devour the pie hurriedly and in huge bites, without any regard for manners. Riley smiled and stepped back to let the boy enjoy his sweets without getting covered in the chocolate pieces that were flying about the area where he ate. Making a quick decision, the Eevee decided to let the boy be on his own for a change, no one would harm him here and goodness knew Faran would appreciate the freedom. So he pulled a quick vanishing act and made his way to the other side of the room without another word.
When he finally looked up from his pie (that being when there was none of it left), the Vulpix gave a happy sigh and licked his lips to get the last of the wonderful chocolate taste off of them. That was quality pie right there, whoever had made it deserved a reward. It took Faran a long minute to realize that Riley had left and disappeared to who knew where, and an even longer one to realize that he could do whatever he wanted now. "Whoa..." the Fire Type said softly, almost reverently, as the thought dawned on him. His face burst into a wide grin and he jumped up and down on the spot, relishing the feeling of going off by himself. It was such a foreign concept to him that he could scarcely believe his luck. Riley was seriously the best! Looking about the room Faran puffed out his chest with a deep sense of pride and importance. He was in charge of himself and nobody was going to stop him. What should he do now that he was all by himself? Something big and important like grown-ups did. Maybe he should go find someone and have a really serious chat with those looks that the adults gave each other when they didn't want children to know what they were saying, or maybe he should just walk around and look important and people would approach him, or maybe- "...Huh."
Faran tilted his head to the side curiously as something peculiar caught his eye, quickly intrigued. There was a peculiar little Pokemon perched atop a Wartortle's head, which was definitely not where the Vulpix would expect to see any Sentret, big or small. Something about the whole thing tugged at his curiosity so much that-although he tried to pull his thoughts back into his grown-up fantasies-he found it far more interesting than his prior thoughts and so he gave in to his curiosity and turned his paws toward the unlikely pair with some reluctance. The closer he got though, the more his facade of trying to be an adult faded and his usual overly-talkative, inquisitive self took the forefront, leaving him bounding the last couple of steps to reach them. As chance would have it, a Pichu had beaten him to the pair and was currently trying to get the larger Pokemon's attention, but really that wasn't the one Faran was most interested in. Besides, he looked like he was eating and it wasn't polite to interrupt other Pokemon when they were eating. No, he wanted to figure out what the Sentret was doing so he entirely ignored the older Pokemon in favor of addressing what was above his head. "Hey, you up there!" he called up, as though the distance were greater than it really was, "What are you doing!" He shuffled anxiously back and forth on his paws but he didn't receive a response fast enough for his liking. It looked like the Sentret was planning to stay up there forever and not say a word besides, and that certainly wouldn't do in Faran's mind. "You might want to watch out," he said to the little white Pichu beside him, still paying the Wartortle no mind, "I don't want to fall on you." With some effort Faran raised himself up on his hind paws, teetering unsteadily from the effort, and raised a paw to the Sentret, pushing the Pokemon in an effort to remove her from where she sat before quickly dropping to all fours again. It wasn't a mean act, just one intended to bring her down to their level so they could talk. The Wartortle definitely wouldn't get mad, right?
Riley meandered about idly on the other side of the room from his rambunctious young friend, simply savoring the feel of the event. Everyone seemed to be rather contented, and certainly no one was on edge: it was a pleasant change from the normalcy of fear and trepidation. Though he'd heard their hosts mention something about a pie-eating contest, the Eevee much preferred to keep away from that area of the gathering crowds. Pie was nice yes, but in moderation-he had no taste for over-indulgence. Much better, he thought, to eat what he felt like when he was so inclined to do so. After all, it wasn't as though they were lacking in pie throughout the room. So he found himself a quiet place to the edge of the crowd and began to spectate on the many Pokemon present, idly allowing his cards to form in his paws and occupying himself with the mindless act of shuffling them.
So in thrall to his thoughts was the Eevee, that he didn't notice someone approaching him until the Pokemon in question had bumped into him. "Ah..." the word escaped Riley's mouth like a sigh as his set of fifty-two tumbled to the ground in a less-than-graceful heap. He looked at the cards for a trailing moment until a voice touched upon his ears and the Normal Type looked up, seeing the other Eevee for the first time. She was smaller than he, if only by a small amount, and she was a most peculiar shade of violet with silver markings upon her colored fur. It took a mere moment for Riley to realize where he'd seen her before: with Era not very long ago at the battle, but he'd only gotten a brief glimpse then. In another moment the usual smile he wore touched lightly at his lips and he waved a paw offhandedly. "It's no trouble," he said to her cheerfully, the cards on the ground disappearing in an array of twinkling sparkles until they were next required. "Truth be told, people are more entertaining to associate with than my cards are any day of the week."
Turning around and righting his position, Riley looked more closely at his newfound companion with a congenital glimmer in his eye, the kind of glimmer that implies the knowledge of a secret about to be shared: it was a usual expression that the magician wore, for everything in life was a wonderful delight to be shared when you asked him. She was nervous, her body language said as much, but a glimmer of recognition rather like his own seemed to come to her and soothe such emotions. When she did speak up again he was smooth in returning the introduction, "Pleasure to meet you as well Skye. My name's Riley." With a suave tip of his hat he gave a short bow before replacing it, a light grin still present on his face. "I saw you a few days ago but I never did get to introduce myself, it's rather convenient to chance upon you here. It's certainly in far better company this time." The Normal Type was much practiced at polite conversation, and he maintained no hard feelings despite the awkwardness of their initial meeting; in fact, Riley simply looked forward to a pleasant chat, goodness knew how long it had been since he'd last had one.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 7:31 am
In the time that it took for those who wanted to try their luck to gather the Plusle and Minun had disappeared somewhere and the Furret had procured a clipboard from somewhere or another. Best not to question the peculiarities of a Pokemon who found it fun to pull a practical joke on everyone. When they arrived they were provided with a fork and knife at their settings, but there was no plate, simply a pile of pies with one preset for them. Looking up from his clipboard, the Furret surveyed the four participants carefully, looking at them as though they were the only Pokemon in the room. "Is this everyone?" he said after a moment, dark eyes sparkling with excitement. It was easy to figure out why someone so easily amused was put in charge of this event: no one else would have cared enough. The Furret nodded and spoke again, when it became clear that no one else would be joining them, "Alright then! The only rules are to eat as many pies as you can! Whoever eats the most pies will be declared the winner! Any questions? No? On my mark...get set...go!"
Pie Eating Contest Participants!
Eros
Steven
Red
Keiran
Here's how this will work. In your post guess a random number between 1 and 100 and in my next post I'll roll a 100-sided die and whoever is furthest from the actual number is out. So it'll take three rounds to finish, best of luck!
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 5:51 pm
  Steven & Christine
Christine watched the two advance towards her, understanding well enough that both had some sort of intent and were definitely headed towards her, but why? She didn't know that. She only knew enough to know that the two unfamiliar creatures who were heading towards her were looking at her so that definitely meant that they wanted something... but what it was the Sentret couldn't fathom, not that she gave any thought to the matter. Such ideas were far beyond her juvenile mind. She wouldn't begin comprehending such things for a while yet. Basic concepts that made up reality such as "people" and "others" hadn't yet imprinted themselves upon her; a sense of self and individuality would come when she progressed beyond thinking about everything in the black and white of "good" and "bad".
She simply stared down at the Pichu as she spoke. The words made little impact on Christine, who couldn't understand them, but the tone was enough; she understood that this person was friendly. She was also small. Smaller than Christine, in fact, who though both quite small and quite young was naturally much larger than the Pichu (though this fact was obviously beyond her.) So, she did the one thing she always did. "Hi!" It was the only word she knew. She didn't really knew what it meant, but people always seemed happy whenever she said it so that was a good thing. She glanced away from Istas as Faran approached from much further away in much more dutiful strides.
"Ah, sorry..." Steven turned his chair slightly in place as he repositioned himself to be able to face the Pichu properly. She was young, very young, he could tell that much. Did she get separated from her parents? He knew there was a few members of the guild that had started families within it's confines, plus there were lots of children and eggs from other things... most likely it was someone's child. "I'm in the middle of the pie-eating contest, so I can't take a break." Well, at the moment, they were inbetween rounds so he could take his time to turn around and chat but that didn't mean he had time to play.
Steven had noticed the Vulpix out of the corner of his eye, but very much unfortunately for him his attention was too focused in on the (obviously) much younger Pichu to really pay him much mind at the time. This was bad, of course, for the young Christine who still rested on his head. She had turned around most of the way in order to better face her curious onlookers, and so when she saw the Vulpix's paw approach her she let out a low whine and shuffled back slightly. She didn't like this! This was a safe spot for her, no one came up here!
When the paw came and pushed on her she had little else to do but get pushed off and fall. For the Sentret who weighed only a few pounds, the force behind the seemingly gentle push was immense and frightening as she found herself spilling off the side of both her sanctuary and her father. So she did the one thing she could to distance herself from the menace. A quick, sharp gasp of air filled the Sentret's lungs as her body puffed up into the round shape of a balloon. Instead of falling to the ground, she gently floated upwards and away from her attacker. And there she stayed, looking very much like she was about to cry but trying to avoid it; she'd learned by now that opening her mouth meant crashing and even if she wanted to cry she didn't want to go back near that Vulpix.
Steven, of course, did notice this but it was too late by then. He saw the Vulpix drop back down out of the corner of his eye but that was of little consequence for the time being; for now, the floating Sentret was a bigger concern. The Wartortle stood on his seat suddenly, prompting it to tip slightly under his feet before settling down as he called up to her. He wasn't angry at her, just a little scared; it would be bad if she fell. "Christine!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 7:12 pm
Eros + Minerva + Isis + Heimdall Isis let out a rare smile as she grabbed another piece of pie, "Mmm..." She 'purred' which sounded...strange coming from a Jynx.
Particularly a rather...unorthodox looking Jynx with cyber-punk type hair.
Minerva giggled, "I see you do have a heart Isis~"
Isis just huffed as she looked away, an embarrassed blush on her face, ".....I can have fun too..." She mumbled.
Minerva just smiled, "Uh huh~" The Snivy hummed, "Oh~ This gives me a new inspiration!"
Twirling in place the fashionesta just raised her hand to the ceiling, "Ah~"
"Is this an inspiration or should I grab a camera and start selling videos in a back alley...?" Isis snarked as Minerva just huffed angrily.
Minerva just scoffed, "Wh-whatever! You would never understand us arteeeeessstttss~"
Heimdall meanwhile had joined the group at the pie eating contest table...well at least a safe distance away, should any stray pie come flying towards him like some kind of delicious fruit filled bullet.
The priest then grinned at his leader's rather childish smile, "...Heh."
Eros meanwhile just smiled at the plates of pie, oh...this was gonna be fun!
At the signal to start Eros began to dig into the pie...it was rather difficult to grab hold of said delicious pastries...what with him lacking any hands or arms, but he managed to remember he had some manipulation ability and just levitated pie towards him to devour.
The Mismagius idly wondered if there were pie Pokemon, I mean...there were ice cream Pokemon and cherry Pokemon, so why not pie Pokemon?
...That be the best recruit ever. For like...reals. (( 35 ))
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 4:59 pm
   Keiran & Skye & IstasThe little Pichu twitched her ears in disappointment, but she let go of the Wartortle's leg, settling down onto her haunches again to watch and listen. "Okay," was all she replied, her voice small and timid. She didn't understand the contest. Was it like a game? Why was eating a game? Eating too much made Pokemon fat, although she had to admit that it would be kinda confusing to figure out how a Pokemon inside a shell would get fat. Would it balloon out the top? Would the shell grow? She wiggled her tail, tilting her head as she pondered the idea.
The Vulpix that came up beside her seemed to nudge her aside, immediately catching her attention. Wide blue eyes stared at him, listening eagerly. She didn't understand what the older male meant, or why he might possibly fall on her. He wasn't that much bigger than she was, for sure! She could take care of herself, and she was very much about to proclaim this, until the larger Fire-type drew himself onto his hindpaws. She immediately shrank backward, to avoid being hit or stepped on as he stumbled up against the Wartortle's shell. She got it now... sort of.
Istas lifted her head again, tentatively waiting to understand what was going on. The little Sentret on top of the Water-type's shell was beginning to look uneasy, and she echoed that sentiment. She didn't understand, and that the Sentret was scared made her scared, too. The Vulpix seemed friendly enough, though. No one in the guilds was supposed to be scary, so maybe they were just playing a game or something? She wanted to play a game, too, but she didn't think that the Sentret liked this one. She quickly found this thought to be right, watching the Sentret squeal and fall backward off the older Pokemon's shell.
The Electric-type darted around the Water-type's leg, looking for the fallen Pokemon. She hadn't heard her hit the ground, or anything, but she'd watched her fall, and she needed to make sure that she didn't need a band-aid or anything. That would be bad, if she got a scrape or bruise, like she'd gotten from falling off the sofa that one time... Worry settled in, and the wide-eyed little girl stretched to try and figure out where the younger Pokemon had gone. She'd just disappeared into thin air! Like magic, the Sentret was gone, and it confused her a lot.
She heard the bigger Pokemon yell out someone's name. He sounded really scared, so she assumed that he was talking to the Sentret. The magical disappearing one. The Pichu stumbled forward, tripping over her scarf again as she tried to get a better look at the ceiling. That was where the Wartortle was looking, so she should probably try to see there, too. Once she did managed to see around him, the youngest of the earthbound trio let out an awed gasp, her eyes widening even further. The Sentret floated high above them, a round little figure high above their heads, with a thick and fluffy tail waving down below her. She was a lot bigger when she was puffed up like that, Istas realized, but it only made her more envious. She wished that she could fly like that, or like the Pikachu that Skye had told her about. Maybe she would grow wings when she evolved, and be just like them!
Confused, hopeful, and nervous, she stayed very quiet as she crouched next to Steven's tail.
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Skye blinked in awe and surprise, watching the disarray of cards shimmer away from their place on the floor. Golden sparkles seemed to replace them, only to again fade away. She understood the meaning of the cape, now. Her newest accquaintance was a magician of sorts, and apparently he was quite good at it. She'd never seen anyone do that sort of trick before, especially without proper preparation. She couldn't even fathom how he'd managed it. All, the same, it only took a moment for her to return her attention to the clearly social male before her. "I suppose the cards have a little more trouble carrying a conversation, lacking as they are in letters," she replied cheerfully, a pleased smile lighting her face.
She was a little amused by the tip of his hat, feeling very much as though she were caught in a child's storybook. Most men didn't even hold a door open, let alone bow and tip their hats. It was a nice change, she supposed, although she didn't really mind either way. It was mostly the respect he gave her that was intriguing; she was used to just being the sheltered daughter, at this point, aside from the occasional moment of freedom or independance. 'Riley. That's a lovely name,' she mused silently, dipping her head politely in turn. "I can't say I'd argue with that logic, although magic seems to be more your forte." Her voice was warm as she settled down to sit beside him, ears pricked forward to hear his words over the noise around them. Her fluffy, silver-tipped tail curled delicately around her paws, her posture proving her very much a member of the royal family. "That was a lovely trick, by the way. I've never seen someone who's able to use magic so gracefully. Was that as spontaneous as it looked?"
The youth was an artist, primarily, and the way that he'd performed that magic trick was really inspiring. She wanted to understand how it worked, out of nothing but curiousity, but she was quite aware that it was a secret to be kept. Magicians didn't explain their tricks; it was both a matter of pride and logic. Still, she wondered what she might be able to do with a canvas, after watching a magic trick as showy as that had been. The golden glimmers had caught the light just so, and with Riley looking as though he'd just stepped onto a stage, the urge to capture the moment later in a painting was quite irresistable.
She suddenly flushed, suddenly realizing that Keiran had been carrying her sketchbook for her. She'd forgotten to ask for it back before he'd left to join the pie-eating contest. She'd likely have to look for him later, which hopefully wouldn't be too much of a problem. She didn't actually know where he was staying at the moment.
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Keiran nodded seriously as the Furret spoke, although he couldn't stop the smile that was beginning to spread across his face. The prospect of more food, when he'd had barely any for over a week... the guilds were utterly divine, really. He just couldn't wait to have a proper meal. The Wartortle beside him a was a little distracted, but he didn't really have the time to consider it as the organizer of the contest continued to speak. His words were so swift that they nearly blurred together at times. He was clearly just as excited for the competition as he was, although their reasons were altogether quite different from eachother.
As the signal was given, Keiran reached out and pulled the nearest pie closer to him. He was once again hit with that familiar, delicious aroma, and his mind gave way to his stomach as he sliced fluidly through the pie with a blade of aura. Almost immediately he was eating, the fresh, sweetened fruit juices spilling down his throat. The pastries were still warm, the sensation of hot pie making his mouth tingle. It was just good all around, to have food in his stomach again.
Overall, he found himself quite surprised with just how much he could eat. He felt that he was doing reasonably well, although he wasn't paying enoough attention to the other competitors to say for sure. He certainly wasn't rushing himself; getting himself horribly ill in front of everyone was not... it wasn't on his list of priorities, or things that he'd appreciate having to deal with.
The Wartortle's cry immediately drew his attention, the Riolu nearly choking on the bite of pie as he caught the panic in his voice. He forced himself to swallow it, ears twitched back in alarm as he searched for the source of his rival's concern. His gaze was drawn upward, following the Water-type's line of sight until he was met with the very odd picture of a young Sentret floating above their heads. She was inflated like a little balloon, hiding high up around the ceiling, and in general looking quite frightened. It was very obvious that the Wartortle would simply abandon the entire competition if he had to, and if it meant recovering the child safely.
"...Hey! Can we take a break, for a minute? I mean, it's not really fair if his kid's in danger, right?" he questioned the Furrent immediately, his brow furrowed in a concerned frown. He was of the same evolutionary line as the little girl, oddly enough. Surely he'd understand the need to stop? He hoped so, because it frankly wouldn't feel right to continue, while one of the contestants was in the middle of a parenting emergency.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 4:00 pm
Riley & Faran In hindsight, Faran often would find that some ideas were better than others: this was one of those ideas. All the Vulpix really wanted was to talk to the odd Sentret and see what she was doing, but apparently she was younger than he'd anticipated because when he'd tapped her she went flying. Literally actually. She tumbled off the Wartortle's head which made him cringe in anticipation of the sound of her hitting the ground and then the anger that he'd get from someone around here when they realized it was his fault, but that sound didn't come. Instead-when he dared to open his eyes-Faran found that she had somehow managed to fall up. "What the-" the Fire Type breathed, staring up at the Sentret in obvious shock and amazement. His eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and astonishment, preoccupied with her sudden stunt but still aware that he'd be yelled at sooner or later. He heard the Wartortle call out for the girl, Christine was at least probably her name, and watched as the Water Type stood up on his chair, realizing just how big the other Pokemon looked when he did that. Oh man, he was going to be in so much trouble.
Despite his fear of being repremanded though, Faran was an honest child and didn't slink away while the others were preoccupied. It was worse he thought, to know you'd done something wrong and pretend like it hadn't happened than to suck it up and deal with whatever the adults decided to do to you. As much as he did foolish things, the Vulpix did have a sense of right and wrong-the only problem was that when he consulted that sense it was after the time when it mattered. There was another reason that he didn't leave though, and that was how interesting the whole situation was. There was a Sentret and she was floating around like a balloon, seriously that was cool. It made him feel proud too, proud that he'd been right about there being something different about the girl sitting on the Wartortle's head. Era told him that he had a sort of talent for finding things that were special or different, and now he'd 'found' a whole Pokemon that was definitely different than her normal species. Too bad she was afraid of him, that probably wouldn't make asking her about it very easy at all.
Still, the girl didn't really look like she planned to come down any time soon. As a matter of fact she looked like she planned to stay up there as long as she could, but apparently the Wartortle didn't want that. Sheepishly, Faran came to the realization that it was really all his fault that she was up there, and a feeling of guilt settled over him. Looking from the little white Pichu who was on the other side of the Water Type's chair from him and then up to the Sentret in the air, Faran's ears and tails drooped as he realized that he must have made them both scared of him. He didn't think he was that scary, he was only trying to have a good time; that's what that Furret up there had said to do after all. Biting his lip nervously, he sidled up beside the chair that the Wartortle stood on and nudged him as lightly as he could with his muzzle, somewhat scared of knocking over the older Pokemon too. "E-excuse me Mister..." he said, somewhat reluctantly, "I didn't mean to make her fall off. I only wanted to say hello but she looked like she needed some encouragement. It's my fault but I didn't mean it. C-can I help at all?" He wished he could disappear, feeling the strong embarrassment clawing at his fur and making him feel physically ill. He was beginning to think that it hadn't been such a good idea to eat that pie back there now that his stomach was churning so badly.
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Riley's smile widened as she played along with his comment, a bit of laughter escaping him in spite of himself. "Very true," he said delightedly, "They only speak in numbers and colors and shapes, and I'm not very well versed in any language like that." His expression grew a bit more thoughtful and he nodded, almost talking to himself as he continued. "I may know how to use the cards however I please, but in the end they're as mute to me as they are to anyone else. It's quite interesting really, thinking about what they'd say if they could talk. They've been my companions longer than anyone else..." The male Eevee's expression grew wistful, and he looked for a moment sadder than most people ever saw him-his eyes seeing something far distant to the rest of the world. In the next moment though, the smile was back on his face like the moment had never happened and he looked at Skye with another smile. "I digress though, bygones are bygones and that's all the more they'll get to be."
Riley listened attentively as she continued the conversation, nodding in pleased agreement at her statement and smiling a bit more as she sat beside him. "Right you are on both accounts," he said brightly, "Magic is my-well, hobby's not the right word for it, I'd say my lifestyle really. I've been practicing since I was very young, it's a talent that I decided to pursue after hearing stories about my grandfather's career as a magician from my mother. I always wished that I could meet him, but he died before I was born. Anyway, he's my inspiration, I started because of him and now I'd flatter myself to say I'm pretty good." It wasn't often that Riley recounted these stories, but it also wasn't often he had such an interested audience. He was pleased to have someone so interested, normally they just asked him to do more tricks and then left when they were bored. "And well, I'm glad you enjoyed it although I wouldn't quite say it's part of my usual routine. It was certainly spontaneous though, I was just passing the time when our paths happened to cross." He laughed again, his expression rather amused, "I'm glad it came off as good as being planned though. It's good practice in case I happen to slip up during a show or something similar, so long as you pass a mishap off as being intentional no one watching will know the difference." The last part he intimated to her by leaning over to whisper it in her ear, and then drew back with a grin playing across his features. "By the by, do you often hide flowers behind your ears?" he inquired, raising a paw with a delicate white orchid resting upon it and winking as he offered it to her. "It'd look much better if you'd wear it where it's visible, in my humble opinion."
Whether she accepted it freely or not, he would hand it over to her with a winning smile upon his face before he caught sight of the somewhat stricken look upon her face. When it came to Eevee, it was rather hard to tell when one was blushing because of the thickness of their fur, but Riley recognized the embarrassment in her expression and a mild curiosity settled over him. Having more tact than to mention it though, the magician instead steered the conversation in another direction without a pause. "Enough about me though," he said lightly, "How about yourself? Do you have anything that you like to do?" If he recalled from what Era had said, Skye was the daughter of Zori Eclipse, and thus a royal but he didn't let hearsay or nobility or lack thereof interfere with how he viewed a person. He was not his father, not even close. Then again, he didn't have a father anymore, not one who recognized him as a son at any rate. He, the firstborn son of a minor lord and his lady. His mother was long dead now and his father had changed after her death, re-marrying a woman who hated him more than any other. It was partly because of them that he remained an Eevee after all this time: they'd tried to force evolution upon him, saying that he might amount to something aside from his foolish magic if he'd change his form. But he'd refused, and they'd disowned him. Ripped him of his title, his family, the whole world he'd once known. Now he was just Riley: member of Team MistMelody, magician, and just another Pokemon invisible to those who chose not to care. He'd nearly died many times, he'd developed an unpleasant alter ego out of depression, and...he'd fallen in love. But that love was not to be, was never to be. She loved someone else and that other loved her in return and they were happy, and he simply had to smile and pretend to be happy for them. But, underneath his pleasantness and happy demeanor, Riley was troubled; a person could only be trampled to the ground so many times before they couldn't get up again, even if they believed in finding the best in everything. That was who he was, but Skye seemed very pleasant and he wasn't about to let his troubles get in the way of it all. Not now, and not ever again. No, the male Eevee smiled at her and didn't listen to that troublesome ache that lurked in the back of his mind while he talked, and hoped that his stage presence made up for that haunted feeling that had chosen to rear its head.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 2:35 pm
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( Red & Blue )Be it an unfair head start or not, the bottomless pit that was Reds stomach just never seemed to get full, and she kept shoving more pies down her throat with no intention of stopping any time soon. Her face was coated in sugars of all kind, pie chunks adorning her hair and the table (thankfully plastic wrap kept it clean). Blue, unwilling but ever faithful stood by her side, nudging pies in her direction every so often and watching them be devoured. It was like a crime scene - ugly, but you couldn't look away.
He himself wasn't too fond of pies. Dessert pies made of chocolates and such, maybe, but fruit pies and the like didn't appeal to him as much. He probably hadn't had enough pies in his life until now to judge, but from the two or three he had tried he knew that the taste didn't go down well with him. He was more of an eggs person, really. Especially hard boiled, where the shell was soft and mushy after cracking the outside. Was there egg pie? Maybe he would like that. Though he doubted it really was a thing, and he didn't have the interest nor the incentive to try and make one. Someday.
For now, however, he was stuck standing here shoving pies down a fat vulpix's gullet. Fun times.
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( Vertigo & Violetta )
Vertigo had a magnifying glass held up to her eye as she looked at the wall, eyes squinting as if focused. Next to her, Violetta, the young Rattata looking curiously at the same wall with a small notepad in one paw and a small pencil in the other. She idly chewed on her pencil, it was a bad habit but it couldn't be helped. Nature had made it so that Rattata, at least most Rattata, had the natural urge to chew on anything and everything. There were much, much odder things she had chewed through in the past, anyways, so this didn't bug her much. Besides, it kept her teeth tiny, which was always good.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 3:51 pm
Steven & Christine
Steven stared up at Christine with his arms outstretched. As much as he wanted to do something, there wasn't anything he COULD do. Short of attacking her to knock her out of the air, he didn't have any way to get her down and that obviously wasn't an option. The Wartortle glanced around feverishly, hoping to find that some member of the party was a flying-type capable of floating up to her and taking her safely, but there was no such luck. No, even if there was someone who could, it would probably just scare her and make her fall down. Steven shook the resulting image from his mind.
Steven's arms fell slack as he felt the slight nudge and turned to look at the Vulpix. He wasn't mad, he was upset--it was a fact that showed in his voice that came out just barely above a quiet hiss. "If you want to help, give her some room. Both of you." He had just enough of his mind to keep himself controlled given the situation, but not enough to restrain any potentially misplaced anger. Faran hadn't meant to do anything bad and, well, kids were dumb. But this wasn't something Steven would recognize until after the affair was settled, since he didn't really care to consider whether or not he was treating either of the children fairly at the time. Steven wasn't really even mad to begin with, since his mind didn't have the concern to process such things; he was just reacting as anyone would expect a new father to given the situation.
For now, he would just turn back to Christine, hold his arms up and hope to god she would calm down enough to come back down safely.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 4:18 pm
Keiran & Skye & IstasSkye's smile was soft and mild, listening with bright eyes as she watched the gradual change in her companion's expression. His voice was so lively and excited. His words were certainly those of an adult, but the wonder in his eyes was anything but formal or proper. As his tone became sorrowful, so too did his eyes. If the eyes were windows to the soul, then she knew not what to make of his lapse in formality. He was hurting inside, for whatever reason. The realization stung like nettles, that such a bright, tender-hearted person had such sadness inside. Then again, so did everyone else. Maybe it was just that she'd not met someone as expressive as he. Maybe he was just more honest about what was in his heart.
The thoughts seemed to quell her concern for the older Eevee, and she smiled again in return, her ear tilting sideways in an understanding, friendly expression. He was a good listener, and she would gladly listen in turn. She was just happy to see that the mention of magic had once again ignited the light in his eyes. She wasn't surprised by his declaration about the subject, having already guessed and understood his passion toward it. He seemed quite proud of it, in general. There was no embarrassment in his voice as he explained it; just open joy in having the talent that he did.
Still silent, she nodded a little as he began to explain the trick with the disappearance of his playing cards. It made a lot of sense, to practice such a routine. As a magician, he'd have to be able to recover from any unexpected interruptions or mistakes that might be made during the performance. Turning a mistake into a magic trick of its own would certainly ease the audience back into the show. He could treat the mistake as something entirely intended, so long as he didn't make the same mistake twice over. That wasn't likely, sure, but he probably had more than one trick up his sleeve for such occasions. Magicians generally did, as far as she knew. Until today, she'd never seen a real magician.
His grin caught her off-guard. There was something very mischievous about it, and the whisper in her ear made her shiver a little. Her dark eyes were wide with surprise, not having expected to find him so close all of a sudden. He drew back, just enough for her to look him in the eyes as he spoke again. A pair of soft, tan paws lifted a flower before her, the delicate blossom pure in both form and hue. The gasp of delight went unchecked, and the feminine Eevee carefully accepted the gift, a soft purr rumbling in her throat. "Oh! It's beautiful, Riley," she murmured gratefully, gazing in awe at the perfect orchid she'd been given. Its petals were so white and silken, the flower perfect from top to bottom. It had a long, smooth stem; pale green in colour, but very straight. She felt a little sad that it was without leaves or roots, as orchids generally could not recover from such things, but she felt determined to capture its beauty long before it ever wilted away. "Thank you, I will treasure it."
The heat had yet to fade from her face, and she knew that her blush had long since returned. Smiling shyly, she nodded in answer to his question. "I'm an artist, actually. I mean, not a professional or anything, but that's alright. As long as I can find a way to share how I see things, how I remember the beauty around me, I can be content with that. It sounds silly, I guess, but the best things always do." She felt so embarrassed to have explained it that deeply, but he'd shared so much of his story that it just felt right to say it. She'd never told anyone that, though, so she didn't quite know what to expect in terms of a reaction. She was thoughtful, withdrawn, and logical; until it came to the matter of art. "I do sketches for the most part, but I'm getting much more acquainted with a paintbrush as well. I'd show you an example, but I'm afraid that my friend's run off with my sketchbook. I just hope he doesn't get it covered in pie," she added sheepishly, suppressing a nervous giggle at the thought of her hard work covered in stains from various pie fillings. Sugar wasn't terribly easy to get out of paper, especially when it was died with fruit juices.
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Istas flinched at the tone of the Wartortle's voice, obediently scurrying away from the stressed Water-type. She knew that tone. It meant that a grown-up was either angry or "very disappointed". She really didn't like that, and she felt worried that he might be angry with her, too. She'd been talking to him, too, even though she hadn't pushed Christine. Confused and upset, the young Pichu instinctively crouched onto all fours and scurried away. She passed right by the odd Vulpix, heading for Keiran's arms at the opposite end of the table. She knew Keiran. He wouldn't be mad at her, would he? She was scared, she didn't want him to be mad at her!
She ran up to him, stretching to press her tiny paws against his knee. Her blue eyes were wide and watering as she stared up at him. He looked worried, but he said nothing as he reached down and lifted her into his lap. She pressed close against his stomach, and the Riolu awkwardly patted her head, offering a small smile. The Pichu was silent in return, aside from the occasional sniff as she tried to keep her nose from running. She could hear Keiran's voice through his belly, the sound low and rather urgent-sounding as he continued to try and speak with the Furret across the table. She didn't bother listening to exactly what he was saying, she just knew that his voice was a comfort, because he didn't sound so angry, like the Wartortle was.
She closed her eyes, curling up in a tight ball of blue and white fur as she rested against his chest. She wasn't in the way, being as tiny as she was. Even though Keiran himself was rather small, the Pichu was still miniscule in comparison. He rested a gentle paw on her shoulders, rubbing a tiny circle between her shoulder blades to try and calm her down. It was working, although she didn't seem to register that it was happening. Being so young, it was difficult for the Pichu to figure out the appropriate reaction to such a situation. She was just unhappy, and didn't know how to deal with that. Still, Keiran smelled a little like her family. He would do.
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78
Total: 78 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 10:16 am
The Furret noticed the general hubbub that was arising about the contest table and responded with a grimace of discontent. Kids these days, apparently they couldn't even manage to get into trouble that didn't disrupt the one attempt he'd made at organizing the chaos. Still, it didn't seem to frazzle the Normal Type too terribly, he simply shot a warning look at the boy who'd seemed to have instigated the commotion and then rapped his paw upon the table to signal that the contestants should take a pause while this ordeal was sorted through. "Right you are," the Furret said nonchalantly to the concerned Riolu, "It won't do for him to be distracted." He looked up with an expression of interest from his vantage point below to the Sentret above though he said nothing more. Unexpected as it was this wouldn't bother the proceedings too much so long as she came down relatively quickly.
Pie Eating Contest Participants!
Eros
Steven
Red
Keiran
Since Holy's now out of the running there are only three competetors left, and this roll decides who the final two are. Since Red's was the furthest from the number rolled that leaves Cy and Luna. Also our judge has called the contest to a short pause because of the incident with Christine; feel free to choose your numbers next post and respond accordingly.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 10:22 am
Riley & Faran Faran cringed back as though he were physically struck when the Wartortle hissed at him, backing up several steps from the Water Type. He was mad--or maybe not mad but upset definitely. The Vulpix lowered himself to the ground submissively, wishing it would swallow him whole, but one of his ears twitched in confusion as he caught the Wartortle's inclusion of the Pichu. "H-hey, don't blame her!" the Fire Type said defensively, daring to raise his stance a bit as the Electric Type in question bolted past him, "She didn't do anything Mister, it was all my fault I swear!" He didn't even know the younger girl's name or what Team she was from and he'd rather take twice the blame than get her involved in something she had no part in. It wouldn't be fair to her: she didn't even really understand what was going on from the looks of it, so how could she be blamed for not interfering? He was the only one who was to blame here, and he wasn't afraid to admit it.
His bravado lasted for a moment longer as he stared defiantly at the Water Type, and then his courage failed him again and he fell back down to his position of hugging the ground. Looking up at the ballooning Sentret who didn't seem likely to be coming down any time soon, the boy took the Wartortle's advice to heart and backed up several paces, going to stand toward the end of the contest table where he could still watch the ordeal but was a good length away from everyone involved. Laying his head on his paws, Faran let out a heavy sigh as he looked at the Sentret and her guardian; sometimes he wondered if it wouldn't be better if he just stayed away from other people, he always seemed to do something wrong. Hopefully now that he was gone the Sentret would come back down and things would be fine. So long as it worked out alright with the other too it would be fine, right? All's well that ends well? He certainly hoped so, otherwise he was in deeper trouble than he'd first imagined. All he could do for now was sit and wait with bated breath, and pray that no one paid attention to the Vulpix who watched from the end of the table, but the look that that Furret gave him was far from reassuring to that respect.
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Skye's delight with his trick was contagious, and brought a sorely missed joy to Riley's expression. He'd missed having someone to share his magic with, he'd missed the sight of a face lighting up with the surprise and delight that only sleight of hand could provide; in short, he missed being able to perform and he missed having a new audience. It wasn't the same when your tricks were taken for granted as his Team--despite how deeply he cared for them and despite the knowledge that it was far from intentional--sometimes did as much. They say when something is around you constantly it becomes viewed as ordinary, even the extraordinary. He still brought happiness to his Team to be sure, but it just wasn't the same. After all, the first time was always the best of them all, and he hadn't had the will nor the desire to seek out a new person to try them on in far too long. The sound of her pleasure at the simple trick brought a bit more of that light back into the Eevee's eyes as he beamed back at her response. Such happiness was exactly the thing that Riley had been missing, but he didn't realize it until that very moment. A tinge of surprise mingled with the joy in his expression and he allowed a pleasant murmur of gratitude to form in his throat, watching as she examined it with as much excitement as the recipient herself. To see that sort of joy in the eyes of another person was worth every moment of work it took to learn a trick.
As she began to share her own passion, Riley settled back to listen politely, smile never fading. An artist huh? It seemed to fit her somehow. The gentle air about the girl and the way that she savored everything so thoroughly, it was very suited to her. His mouth quirked up in a wry grin at her admission and looked over at her from the corner of his eye. "It's not silly," he said, shaking his head, "So what if you're not a professional? Nobody is when they first start out and everybody starts somewhere. It's important I think, that we all find our own way to make a mark on the world while we can. Everyone has something that they love to do, that they're good at and that they have a passion for, and they should follow that no matter what. Take baby steps and move forward little by little, no matter what anyone else says, because if that's what your love is then you should follow it." The male Eevee took in a deep breath, mind overfull with thoughts and memories that her comment stirred in him. She was just like him in a sense, young and with a dream that she wanted to follow but skeptical of herself. Dreams like that needed to be nutured, because they had the potential to blossom into something beautiful.
"I'd love to see your work sometime," he said, shifting his full attentions back to Skye as he did. "I'll bet it's lovely, I imagine someone like you pays great care to your work." He quirked his head thoughtfully, growing somewhat pensive as he looked at his companion. "Artwork is a fascinating thing really, if you ask my opinion on it. It's the only medium that I know of where a moment can be captured for forever, visually anyway. Other people can make the moments to be sure, writers can script them, people can live them, experiences can craft them, but only artists can take those pieces of forever and preserve them for all eternity. That's a talent if ever there was one." He truly meant every word he spoke, Riley was honest as a rule and it was very easy to talk to this violet Eevee by his side. Skye... It was a lovely name really and flattering to its bearer. Artistic, just as she was.
Twitching his ears back, the Normal Type chuckled. "I'm sure it will be fine," he said reassuringly, "I'm sure your friend will be careful with something so important to you." He paused, considering a thought that flitted across his mind before speaking it aloud with a congenital shrug. "Or, if you'd prefer, we could go and rescue it from the danger of pie filling." A laugh escaped him at the strangeness of the statement but it was hardly ill-intended, and he turned inquisitively to his companion, awaiting her thoughts on the matter.
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Cysic X rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Total: 54 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 2:04 pm
Steven & Christine
Steven half-noted the Vulpix's protests of sort, but they didn't really matter. Blame could be applied, if at all, when everything else had been dealt with. What actually happened now was far more important than what would happen after, because of the Sentret hit the earth in a panic... well, it would be bad. Steven didn't really know what would happen, but he knew that young children were extremely delicate. Falling from that high up could leave her permanently injured, or worse.
The Wartortle took one quick glance around to make sure everyone around him had backed off before holding his arms up and calling up, as quietly and calmly as he could, to the ceiling. "Come down, Christine. It's fine now. It's safe now." The reaction was almost instantaneous as the Sentret quickly deflated and dropped from the air. Steven saw what was about to happen, but there was no way to stop it so he merely grit his teeth and readied himself.
A few seconds later and he was on the ground, lying on his back. The chair he had been standing on had come down with him, leaving Steven bound to the earth and in moderate pain. The back of his head and his neck were filled with a faint throbbing and a dull pain. If he had pulled into his own shell he could have avoided the whiplash from the crash, but the faintly bleeding scratches and pricks all over his arms and face told the story almost as well as the muffled wailing from his shell did. Steven simply quietly rubbed his shell, glad that the Sentret was fine and convinced that he would start thinking again when the pain stopped.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 4:35 pm
Faran It seemed to take forever for anything to happen, the seconds ticked on like hours as they all watched from their various positions awaiting the end of the whole ordeal. It was, admittedly, a rather amusing picture when taken in from the outside: a pie-eating contest stalled by a Sentret who was floating far above them all like a balloon without a string, a Wartortle standing on a chair, a Riolu coddling a tearful Pichu, a Vulpix and her Sneasel partner shoveling in pies, another Vulpix cowering behind a chair and a Furret watching it all with the look of amused annoyance on his face. If anyone had taken a snapshot of that moment it would have likely made for a good deal of interesting stories. This, however, was far from what Faran was thinking about from his sanctuary where he was distanced from the whole scene--no he was more preoccupied with the outcome. For once the boy had come to the realization that this was a scenario where it would be wiser to think now and act later. He'd been able to put two and two together and there really wasn't much of a disjoinder in his reasoning. She had to be really little, otherwise the Wartortle wouldn't be so panicked, which meant he'd managed to put a little girl in danger. Oh great, this was the worst. When he thought of it being Rivia up there... A shudder ran down his back as it finally completely registered in his mind how grave of a mistake he made and something caught in his throat as he tried to swallow his nerves. Just...Could it just all end already?
Faran squeezed his eyes shut with a fear of the worst and for a long moment there was nothing and then there was an enormous crash like the roof had fallen down on all of them. The Vulpix's eyes opened up and widened immediately upon locating the source of the sound: the Wartortle and Sentret lay there on the ground in a heap with the chair toppled over beside them. The Fire Type's eyes widened in shock and his tails thrashed in agitation for a moment before he gave up trying to just stand by and hurried over to help out. He drew up short a few feet away from them, taking note of the situation as a whole and trying not to repeat the whole incident by startling the child. The Water Type looked like he'd sustained the brunt of the damage, honestly he really seemed to be in a good deal of pain. As for the Sentret, well, from the sounds of it she wasn't in any position to repeat her escape trick so he figured he could maybe stand a chance of helping instead of hurting the situation. Well, here went nothing.
Faran took a tentative step toward the Wartortle and his young charge and looked at the older Pokemon's wounds with some concern. The scratches weren't deep enough to be a really big problem but he'd fallen to the ground pretty hard...and he wasn't getting up. That couldn't be good. "Hey Mister, are you alright?" he asked, concern seeping into his tone as he stepped a bit closer again. "You hit your head pretty hard..." Faran was certainly no medical specialist but he did know that falling down and hitting your head was never a good thing. What if he was really hurt? There were other people here, sure, but it'd still be his fault. Oh man, please don't be hurt! the Vulpix thought desperately as he waited for a response.((Sorry I mixed up the order Luna xD;; Faran got a little over-excited, you can put it back to normal next time.))
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 8:18 am
Keiran & Skye & IstasSkye couldn't help but smile as Riley admitted his desire to see her artwork, the tip of her tail curling in delight. Sure, she'd had people see it before, or she'd had others inquire into the sort of work that she did, but no one had ever really expressed interest in learning about it. She supposed it worked out well, then, that she was so interested in what he did. It made for an equally interesting conversation, regardless of who was leading it, and the soft feel of the orchid in her paws only reminded her of the joy this gathering was bringing with it. "That's exactly how I think of it, too. It's a moment in time. Just the feel of it, the emotion and the expression of it. It's hard to capture that in words, simply because we don't think in words. We think in pictures, in how we feel about things."
She laughed along with him, her voice much like her mother's in that moment. Despite this, it was quite obvious in where they differed. Her voice was much higher in pitch, crisp like Autumn leaves, or the chime of bells. "You're probably right. Keiran doesn't strike me as being terribly clumsy," she admitted cheerfully, reassured that her sketchbook would be safe. The danger of pie filling indeed, they would have to rescue it. "Truthfully, I think I'd like to have it back. I really want to show you what I do." Her voice was quieter, now, more calm and content as she rose back onto her slender paws. Her fluffy tail flicked slightly as it straightened out behind her, waving a little as she waited patiently for Riley's response.
Her expression was kind as Riley stepped up to join her, the pair of Eevee padding smoothly through the crowd as they weaved around the party-goers and other friends of the contestants. She carried the orchid in her mouth, the delicate blossom carefully held out of harm's way. She wanted to keep it safe for as long as possible, so that she might paint it later. Tonight was turning out to be just amazing, in her books. Nothing could spoil the evening.
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Keiran watched in silence, the Wartortle standing with his arms raised as he called for the tiny child that floated high above his head. She merely allowed herself to fall, dropping down and straight into the shell of the guardian who protected her. The sound of the crash was pretty dramatic, as crashes went, but it seemed that neither of the pair were terribly hurt. In fact, aside from having hit his head, even the landing pad himself seemed to be fine with the arrangement. Certainly he seemed a little more relieved about it.
The Riolu drew himself to his feet, and shifting Istas so that she more fit more snugly into his arms. Her tiny body was warm against his chest, curled up like a child perhaps een younger than she really was. She seemed to rely pretty heavily on the friendly faces around her, and that was cause for concern, to Keiran. The worry quickly faded again as he realized that she was a guild child, not one from his tribe. Here, she wasn't being raised as a warrior, but simply as the child that she was naturally. She'd gain her independance when she felt the time was right; most Pokemon generally did.
Still holding the Pichu close, he walked quietly and patiently toward the fallen Wartortle and the Vulpix beside him. From what he could understand of the situation, the Vulpix had been the cause of the scenario, but certainly not entirely at fault. It was too easy to blame something on a child, when generally the fault of things lay partially on a simple mistake. Some of the lesser tribe parents were fond of a particular saying; "it happens".
Upon closer inspection, it was obvious that any and all injuries seemed to be caused by the hasty nature of the tiny Sentret. Scratches and gouges from nervous, scrabbling claws, and a few bruises from the force of the impact. The Wartortle would certainly feel that the next morning. With a bemused and sympathetic smile, Keiran stood a little further off than the young Vulpix, trying to give the stranger some room to breathe. He had the mental picture of the poor fellow spewing up his own meal as a result of the crash, and he wasn't in the mood to clean up that sort of mess. It would certainly destroy his appetite for the competition.
"Hey, you alright?" he questioned quietly, his low voice seeming once again too deep for the little body that held it. He could feel Istas stir in response, twisting to glance up and him, and quickly down again as she realized that he'd not been speaking to her. She merely stared in nervous discomfort at the group around them, her large ears twitching with impatience. She wanted to go home, now.
Keiran suddenly frowned, glancing down at the Vulpix. He knew that face. Faran was his name; he was a part of Era's team, if he remembered correctly. He was a bright, honest child, with a lot to say, and a lot of heart to match it. He certainly set the ideal example for the other guild children, even if he did get into trouble on occasion. Hoping to ease at least a few of the issues around him, he knelt down and settled Istas onto the floor at his feet. She resisted, squirming to try and cling to his leg again, but with a gentle nudge, she was pushed closer to Faran.
There was a momentary look of confusion on her face, but as she looked back to Keiran, he smiled at her, and she hesitantly hopped straight up to Faran's side. The Riolu shot the Vulpix a knowing glance, nodding a little in greeting as he kept a close eye on the nervous Pichu. She stretched upward, sniffing a little at the Vulpix's shoulder. Then, without warning, she hugged his neck, burying her little face in his warm fur as an apology. Whether or not the apology was actually necessary, it seemed to comfort her, and that was good enough for Keiran.
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Skye didn't know quite what to make of the big crowd around the front table, but from the amount of chatter going on, she assumed that everything was alright. She couldn't see past some of the bulkier Pokemon, anyway. Tentatively, she turned to Riley, settling back on her haunches so that she could shift the orchid blossom to her paws. The delicate flower was then held out to him, a soft smile on her face. "Could you please hold onto this for a moment? I just need to grab my sketchbook from up on the stage." She gestured with the tip of her tail toward the little black book that was leaning against a nearby chair.
Then, as Riley took the flower from her, she sprang up and over the edge of the stage, slipping around the large Furret who'd organized the whole event. He looked a little irritated, for whatever reason, but she didn't mind leaving him to sort out whatever was going on. The guild members could be trusted not to get eachother hurt, and certainly he wouldn't look so relaxed if something was actually wrong. No, it would be best just to give the crowd some space to work things through.
She took the sketchbook in her mouth, lifting it away from the chair-leg it was leaning against and carrying it back down and away from the stage. As she reached the edge, she glanced down, drawing all four of her paws near to the drop and jumping lightly down to the floor again. She managed to do so with some amount of grace, although she felt a little unbalanced by the weight of her sketchbook. She really did wish that she had a better way of carrying the thing; it hurt her neck to hold it in her jaws like this, and she felt worried that she'd end up damaging the cover.
Within a few moments, both Eevee had returned to their much quieter corner of the room, Skye setting out the sketchbook before them. It was a coil sketchbook, with a simple pencil tucked away inside the metal bindings. "It doesn't look like much, I'll admit. It's just hard for me to carry a full-sized sketchbook. It would be too heavy," she admitted quietly, her expression sheepish and nervous. "...Um, just let me find some of my newer pieces. The older ones are so embarrassing." With a soft giggle, she returned her attention back to the book. She nudged the pencil free of the coils, freeing the book's spine so that it could open properly. She carefully pulled the pages to a certain point in the sketchbook, displaying a group of rather high-quality sketches of her family. Most were of Istas, Kaiyou, and Aryan on this page, although Maxi and her father had a place near the corner of the second page. Being cooped up in her team room was not as bad for creative inspiration as one would originally suspect.
She pushed the book tentatively toward Riley, smiling. "Anything from here and onward is about a week old, or less, I think. I keep forgetting to include the dates on the pages." She hoped that he liked them; his magic had been so inspiring, and it was kind of embarrassing to try and compare her talent to his.
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