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 Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 4:29 pm
He was indeed happy to see Isaac is here as well for it made the Leafeon felt more comfortable here. It felt like forever from the last although maybe it’s because they’re both teenagers now that it feels even longer. Briar had felt that nostalgia sense when he was hanging out with everyone here but it was lovely none the less especially with the alpacas all around them. It almost makes him want to steal them all to live at his farm but that would be bad. But still . . . they are too adorable to not ignore.
Standing around in the sun all day it had made his leafy ears and tail feel a little dry. From time to time he glanced over to the water and it made Briar want to cannonball right in there. But what’s stopping him is what he had underneath the white kimono cover up. Slowly, he’s starting to feel a bit better of himself and pushed down the right sleeve as it revealed what it seemed to be a pale green strap of a halter style bikini top. Then suddenly he was surprised by the sudden appearance of a Beautifly teenager who is enamored by the lovely Flareon who was standing a little away from him. “Dates? Were we supposed to bring one?” It confused the blonde greatly for he thought it was just a fun beach party with friends and meeting new people.
And then he felt the glance from the Beautifly. Immediately he felt incredibly nervous and scared wonder why he is staring at him. Briar inched around a bit until he quickly walked away to cling on to Isaac’s side with his hands around his arm and wrapping his leafy tail around his wet mermaid’s tail. He felt bad for interrupting him and his conversation with the others but he couldn't helped himself. “Isaac . . .” He muttered under his breath and then glanced over to see if he was still being stared at. While he has a body of a teenager, Briar still has his infant mindset.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 7:30 pm
Malo was hardly embarassed, but laughed along anyway and pretended to try and cover himself by diving behind the grazing alpacas. "Noooo! Look away my feather friend! I'll make you blind with the light bouncing off me like this!" He gave crocodile tears as he chased his hat and cloak. "No! Come back!" He whimpered, toddling comically after his articles, though his cloak snagged on Zale's leg. "Thanks." He said quickly to his friend, putting his captured clothes back on. He drifted back over to Jaime and floated around him. "We could fly down from above and land on one." He smirked boldly. "You come in from the left and I'll come in from the right to get them in a pack, then we both land on whatever one. Sound good?
The beautifly may as well have smacked him on the bottom with how cold Firefly's expression changed. Briar's fashion disaster forgotten, he wheeled on his heel to face the 'offender'. His pick up line had done little to impress the fiery Flareon and he snorted, a puff of smoke erupting angrily from his nostrils. His sharp ears had not missed a word of what the other said and his tail bristled angrily. He wasn't exactly a fortress when it came to talking to him, but he didn't enjoy being flirted with right away. Made him feel like a worthless piece of meat. Which begged the question why he wore such a skimpy ensamble in the first place. "You heard wrong. And even if you hadn't, no, I don't. I don't date bugs, especially pretty bugs. Grow some less womanly wings, come back when you're taller and try again never." He glanced at the other's outfit and scoffed. "And learn to dress yourself. Unless you already do...which would be very sad." He turned with a flick of his tail, noticing Briar probably wasn't in the mood for fashion advice now, and stalked back to where he was sitting to enjoy his drink. He folded his legs, hoping his offender would see the small holster gartered around his thigh.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 10:29 am
Among all the commotion that was happening with the other teenagers, Maddox was happily sitting in the plush sand observing it all with a blank look upon his violet eyes from the teenagers to the waters with a small smile on his face. How did this Marshtomp showed up here in the first place? Well, the little Mudkip was walking around in his solitude, looking up in the clouds above seeing the shapes that they made. Then all of a sudden he tripped over a rock and rolled down all the way passed the barrier which transformed him to his teenager form; a young, and very robust Marshtomp wearing a pair of orange swim trunks with slashes of blue along the side. He didn't even noticed what happened to himself nor seemed to care.
His eyes traveled to see the commotion of which the Flareon, well, flared up at the Beautifly teen with a tilt of his head. "Fight?" He spoke but he was silent once again as he watched the fire type returning to his chair. His attention was then turned to something shiny right next to him and he reached down to see that it was a gorgeous pale pink seashell. Maddox smiled and picked it up to examined it in his hands. Those blanked violet eyes glimmered softly with an idea in mind and he slowly stood up and walked around the sands to find some more of these pretty shells. But before he did, Maddox walked up beside Firefly and left the shell on the armrest of the chair in hopes to make him smile at least a little bit. The Marshtomp did, even though it was a small crooked smile and he walked away from him going over to the shoreline.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 10:48 am
Isaac hadn't expected Briar to rush over, though it was welcomed. The hands on his arm was met with his free hand touching them, body shifting as he held a protective stance. The fact he was interrupted did not bother him, he was far more concerned with protecting the boy he deemed his closest friend. His eyes flicked to view what had frightened the other. A Beautifly. While it seemed to be busy being served by Firefly, which he loved, he had stopped viewing Briar for the time being.
"Hey, Briar." Isaac chirped, head tilting back to view his friend, his hair unslicked and falling into his eyes. "Want to ride an alpaca?" It was his way of trying to both comfort and distract Briar, turning around so Briar couldn't see the Beautifly anymore. Blocking both from viewing the other, the Vaporeon released his friends tail, flashing a grin. "Or get a drink or somethin'?"
Zale sensed someone approaching, eyes opening quickly. Leer was close, but he did not recognize the other. Shifting, the male considered getting up and leaving, that is, until he spotted Amias near a figure he did not recognize. Swiftly, the assassin stood, smoothly approaching the group in his green trunks, stopping before Amias.
He had very few friends, but this was because Zale wanted it like that. Amias was someone he trusted, a boy similar to him in how quiet he was, and easy to communicate with. He viewed the Haunter, though not as a threat. Still, he slipped beside Amias, knowing the other wasn't a people person and offering his support.
"Amias." He muttered, brushing back hair from his eyes. "You have marks. Did someone harm you?" His eyes narrowed briefly, spine twitching as he realized his friend was slightly marked. Quickly, he viewed about, intending to punish the culprit.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 4:54 pm
Look gaped as the fire-type's expression changed. The dreamy look he'd been wearing vanished as if someone had popped a bubble in his face. He said nothing, his jaw hanging open foolishly until the smoke that Firefly snorted at him caused his eyes to water and his throat to burn as he choked on it.
Though the Beautifly was pretty much stupified into submission and silence through most of the Flareon's retort, his light-weight body began to tense. Hands clenched into fists (though perhaps not very menacing ones), large blue eyes glared, and his long, slender antennae, which had been draped across his shoulders until then, began to arch up over his head.
Beautifly tended to be known for their aggressive natures and Look was no exception to this. At first he had been confused at being called a 'pretty bug', unsure of whether it had been meant as a compliment or an insult, but it wasn't long before even the dense bug boy realized what was going on.
Worse yet was that whether Firefly knew it or not, the Flareon had hit the bug's weak spot. Look's largest insecurity was that he feared seeming too feminine and being a momma's boy didn't help matters. Add on the fact that he was being called 'womanly' by a bikini-wearing beauty and that was just pouring salt on the wound.
Easily-offended and reckless as he was, Look had a habit of picking fights even when he had no chance of winning (though, of course, his rage blinded him so that he never saw it that way). Though he had been too shocked by Firefly's words to recognize the holster around his thigh for what it was, the bug's flared temper was doused by the injury to his dignity as a male and he deflated visibly. It was only when the random Marshtomp passed through and inquired about a fight that some of the Beautifly's vigor returned. "Or course it is!" he snapped at the stranger. "Can't you see that?"
The fairy-like figure turned his attention back to Firefly and shook his fist in a weak attempt to retaliate, even as his large blue eyes teared up and his antennae began to droop once more. "W-well...y-you're just jealous!" he whimpered, clearly upset and looking as though he were going to run off crying any second. It was all he could do to stand his ground. "I'm NOT womanly!" he all but sobbed, now seeming to speak not only to the retreating Flareon, but to everyone around, including himself as if he needed convincing. "A-and I can't help being short!"
Look's lips quivered pathetically as he pouted at the fire-type that had verbally burned him without, it seemed, any effort at all. His vision blurred and he sniffed, sinking to the ground as he took a breath to hold in his tears. By this time he had long-forgotten Briar and Isaac, too absorbed in his own self-pity to concern himself with anyone else. It was difficult to tell what his true age was with the way he sat there sulking and sucking in his obvious misery for the sake of his meager pride.His brother, having observed the whole thing from under the shade of Zale's tree, had no pity for Look. Leer knew better than anyone that his twin was just as easy to amuse, please, and distract as he was to upset, anger, and insult. He wasn't about to go over and baby his sibling just now, however. Not only had this been the first time he'd done such a thing, but Leer fully believed Look deserved whatever consequences he got (if not worse) each and every time he acted without thinking. Maybe one day he would learn, but that day certainly wouldn't come any closer if the Dustox swooped in to baby him every time.
Even for twins, they didn't get along so well and were almost as different in personality as night and day. Sure, the poison bug feared that his delicate Beautifly brother might one day take things too far and end up killing himself, but unless it ever got to that point, he resolved never to intervene. After all, if the pair weren't all that gifted with power or strength, their durability made up for it and Look knew how to take a hit. Perhaps one too many hits in the past had partially caused his air-headedness, though the fact that he was part flying-type and his love of alcohol were certainly not to be overlooked. Not that Leer enjoyed drinking any less, but he prided himself on his higher tolerance.
When Leer was distracted by a movement nearby, he tore his gaze away from the scene he'd been watching just in time to watch the Treeko get up and walk away. The Dustox wondered instantly if he had been the one to wake up the lizard teen. However, before he could open his mouth to ask, much less apologize, the other had already gone. Though he hadn't felt any remorse for Look, the idea that he had bothered Zale seemed to deeply distress the Dustox. He hurried after him anxiously, though slowed his pace when he realized the grass-type had paused to talk to someone else.Shadow took a step back as the Treeko approached the Baltoy, realizing the pair must have known each other when the former called out to the latter by name. Zale seemed to take no notice of Lucifer, who Amias had previously seemed to try to talk to, so the Haunter was a bit unsure of the whole situation. In any case, at least neither the Umbreon nor the Baltoy appeared to be distressed and that was all Shadow cared about.
Allowing his attention to wander so as to allow the Treeko and Baltoy some privacy, Shadow smiled a little at Lucifer and shrugged his shoulders. "You look like you're enjoying yourself," he stated sarcastically, though his smile was good-natured and he spoke in a tone that he hoped would not sound mocking. "Did you really want to be here, or did one of the others string you along?"
Out the corner of his eye he noticed Look, as predicted, making a scene. He sighed heavily, but decided to worry about it later. With luck, the Beautifly would get distracted enough to cheer himself up without any intervention from him or Leer at all. Though the ghost-type had no idea where Leer was, he trusted the Dustox to be more responsible than his slightly older twin.
((More or less how I pictured Look & Leer, in case anyone was wondering. XD Only with swimming trunks. And if you want to imagine them more human-like, there's this version too. They're the pair on the right and they're supposed to be Irish. Shawn/Shadow on the left has more of a Native American complexion as a human if not purple-skinned like in my sig.))
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 12:20 am
To be honest, Maddox really didn’t seem to care at all about the fight that was going on or whatever it was. Even when the Beautifly had exclaimed to him about it but it had only made the teen looking over at the group, blinking a few times, and just shrugged. “No not really.” Well, the only fighting he knew is when it became physical after taking a good look of the bandages on his face and arms so he had no clue at all. Nor does Maddox had a clue of how hurt he was seeing him going on about his way to look through the sands and around the water for shells that he needed for what he had in mind thus far. He only hoped that he can remember it still.
He had a few tucked away in his arm which made the Marshtomp happy. A few times he has to fight with an alpaca that would have on in its mouth to chew on it and have to pull it out. It wasn’t pleasant at all as he heard it calling out loudly right in his ear. His violet eyes and soon found a pretty white shell that has a mother of pearl shine on it which had drawn his attention immediately. He didn’t even bother seeing that it was close to the group where the commotion had first start as he walked over and picked it up. But when he turned around to face the other direction, he felt his back fins brushing against something furry and . . . wet. It was a weird sensation and the teen had to look and saw that it was the Ninetails who looked rather . . . waterlogged. “Sorry ‘bout that. I didn’t hurt you did I?” He had to ask to see. If it’s nothing then he’ll go about his own business then.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 8:15 am
Vincent was close to bursting, about to either throw water at the group or shove over someone. Until, that is, something brushed against his body. His spine twitched as he let out an unmanly squeak, eyes widening and shoulders raising to his cheeks. He hated water! There were so many disgusting fish and sharks!
However, as he whirled around to see if he was about to be eaten by a monster he spotted a teenager instead. Maddox. Vincent stared at him briefly before suddenly flicking his many tails, grimacing as they dragged in the water. Still, he had company now!
"No, you didn't! Not at all!" The idol viewed the other, suddenly pressing closer, hands reaching up touch the seashell the other was holding. "That's awfully pretty." He commented, raising his head suddenly. He didn't want to move anymore in the water, it was a disgusting sensation! Without even considering boundaries, his arms wrapped around the other, not caring if it would bother Maddox.
"It's gross in the water." The fire-type announced, back arching as he leaned on Maddox. "Would you help me get out?" Aha! He could use the other so he wouldn't need to feel the water anymore! Pouting briefly, he bit his bottom lip, looking up. "I saw a bunch of seashells I could show you if you help."
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 12:23 pm
Ah, it was a good relief that he didn’t harm the guy because he looked as though he went through a lot. The Marshtomp was about to walk away but then he felt the delicate hands enwrapped around his to see the shell that he had picked up and admired the beauty of it. “Yeah it is pretty . . .” Dox muttered under his breath as his violet eyes were focused upon the mother of pearl shell wondering exactly what to use with it. But he kept it in his thoughts which were only briefly when the teen felt the Ninetails wrapped his arms around him which was a surprise to see.
He blinked absentmindedly about the water being gross and it bewildered the teen. “How can it be gross? It’s nice and comforting.” Well it is nice but that’s because he’s part water and Vincent is the complete opposite and yet he looked completely serious as he spoke to him. A small tilt of the head was seen from him when Vincent had then asked about helping him getting out of the water. He wondered why he needed help but didn’t question it when he heard the generous offer of showing him where he can find more shells. That’s all he need to convince him as he tucked the shell in his arm with the others and his free arm went under the water to slipped underneath Vincent’s bottom and lifted the teen up and completely out of the water as he’s tucked in his strong arm.
He felt completely as light as a feather to the male as he walked out of the water up to the shoreline where he dropped his collected shells in a pile before he gave Vincent a small toss in the air so Maddox can catch and carry him bridal style in his arms now for he could feel the fire type very cold due to being out of the water. “Where are the other shells?” The water type said as he looked around to see where else they could be.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 3:56 am
"Hm?" Firefly lifted his sunglasses as the Marshtomp happily parted with the pretty shell. He gave a softer look at the gesture and picked it up to closer examine it. "Thanks." He said in passing. Maybe he could get it made into a necklace. He gave a warning glare to the Beautifly and another spurt of smoke, though not as dark, coiled from his nostrils. While not very attractive, it did keep him from losing his temper as often as he did when he hit a fever pitch. If he didn't release it, the build up would boil over and ignite a terrible rage that could take hours to cool down.
"You sound like a child." He said simply. "A child who's been told that daddy won't be at his first cow milking demonstration. Aww, too bad. Sorry if I'm bringing up any tender issues you may have buried in your subconscious." He put a finger to his cheek and drew where a tear would be falling, faking a sniffle. "You're dorking up this wonderful sunny day. So I suggest you make like the birds and get the flock out of here. Run back to your possible brother, possible boyfriend. Maybe both." At this point he had exhausted himself with his words and got out of his chair again, heading over to the river to get a real cool down in. In a few seconds, he'd sashayed to the bank and dipped his feet in. "Brrr!"
"SHELLS!?" a voice boomed, terrifying the poor dormouse off his bench and sending him running into the alpaca field to hide. Piper walked out of the river, his angry goats bleating angrily and one gnawing his leg. "I found a couple of shells." He spoke with his finger cleaning out his ear. He wiped the wax and water on his chest, which had only had a bit of mud cleaned off of it. He still stank. He groomed through his goats' coats with his chapped hands and their chipped nails and pulled out a few strands of kelp, but no shell. He was just cleaning his goats before drawing his foot out. A large pink seashell was fastened to it by its own accord. He yanked it clean off and something clacked away inside it. "Bloody hell?" A cute crab poked out. It waved its claws, trying to keep the attacker at bay, but the flygon beamed. "Oh, let me get that." He bit the crab's claw with his teeth and began to pull on it, trying to rip it free so he could give it to the marshtomp.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 8:01 pm
He felt a lot safer now when Briar was with Isaac. Just feeling the hand over his had eased his nervousness from earlier when the Beautifly, Look, had glanced over him. But at the same time the Leafeon felt rather silly for he depends on the Vaporeon greatly as he took on the defensive stance over him. In the end, Briar is forever grateful to have him in his life that he trust with his no matter what happens.
When the frighten feelings are gone, he looked up to see those bright red hues above him suggesting on a few things to do such as riding an alpaca or getting something to drink. He smiled softly as his leafy tail sways on what to do. As he parted his lips open to speak, the blonde teen was distracted to when the Beautifly had made a scene when Firefly had told him off. To be honest, he felt bad for the poor guy. It was embarrassing to be called out like that in front of others even though he went on ahead and hit on the Flareon just like that in front of others too. It’s just the terrible sting of karma in the end.
Briar looked back to Isaac with the same smile on his face once again. “Riding on the alpacas of course! But . . .” It’s very clear that he was hanging around with the water type a little too much as he was feeling very playful now as he turned around and started to slip his arms out of the kimono cover up only to have it hanging on his shoulders for now. Then all of a sudden he tossed it over Isaac’s head to reveal underneath his tanned effeminate body that was well toned from work with a pale green bikini and ran off to one of the alpacas that were nearby. He slowed down to walking just so he wouldn’t scare them off and wrapped his arms around one of them by the neck for a hug while looking back at Isaac. “Do you know how to ride Isaac? Because I want to challenge you to a race!” He certainly want to race someone just because he was curious how well he can as a teenager and he really can't wear a cover up well while riding an alpaca.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 5:00 pm
Amias wasn't sure how to react when an unfamiliar Haunter addressed him. The teen stared back at the ghost as if an impossible puzzle had just been set in front of him. It was a moment before he realized the Haunter probably expected a verbal response from him. By the time he was about to speak, however, Zale had already stolen away his attention. Amias warmed at the sight of his only friend and glanced at his own arm where Jaime had left a decent sized welt. He hadn't even noticed it before.
"Oh, Zale... uh..." Amias hesitated, glancing towards the Pidgeotto who was still frolicking with the alpaca. Completely oblivious of Zale's aggressively protective intentions and compelled by his irresistible urge to be honest, the young Baltoy guiltlessly pointed out the bird. "Yeah, that's Jaime. He's a little rough sometimes... but it's nothing I can't handle." Amias nodded and shrugged briefly, almost as if he was proud of his ability to take a beating.
Jaime couldn't help but laugh as he watched Malo chase his clothing across the sandbank. "They almost put up more of a challenge for you than the sheep do, huh?" The bird smirked as his friend returned. "And they don't even have legs." He listened to the ghost's plan, his arms sliding across his chest as he contemplated the challenge. It was a good plan, but it sounded too easy. Naturally competitive, Jaime extended his wings and inflated his chest to look as big and as threatening as he could. No matter how big he got, his size could never match his confidence. "Fine. Let's make a game of it, though! Whoever catches the blue one first is the winner!" Jaime chuckled to himself mischievously. "The winner should be rewarded... and the loser should be punished." He nodded fiercely and waited for Malo's opinion.
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