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 Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 9:36 am
 Riley
Riley blinked with surprise at the mention of her friend before breaking out in a smile of recognition. "Oh? Your friend is Keiran?" he said with undisguised pleasure, "No, he's definitely not clumsy to be sure." It had been a while since they'd last been called upon by dark Riolu, and the Eevee had been wondered what had become of him; what a fortunate coincidence that they happened to here at the same time. Maybe he could spare a moment to say hello before it was all over. Realizing that his statement seemed somewhat out of place, Riley explained himself with a sheepish grin. "We worked together on a mission once. You definitely know who your friends are when you've saved each other's life before." There was a comradeship created when you teamed up with another person on a task and it was really unlike any other. With himself and Era, they considered him as highly as any of their fellow Teammates; he would always have a friend in them.
Skye's decision made, Riley rose to his paws beside her with a cheerful smile. "Alright then," he said, adjusting his hat slightly so that it wouldn't fall upon movement, "Let's rescue your sketchbook, shall we?" He fell into step beside her with a cheery spring in his step, noting with some pleasure how carefully she carried the flower in her jaws. It was pleasing to note how much she treasured the simple gift, there weren't many people who had such an appreciation of little things like that. They wove through the other Pokemon in the vicinity and Riley occasionally would give a nod or a murmur of greeting to those who they brushed by. He considered himself to be very fortunate really, because he'd chanced upon the most interesting one of the crowd. Serendipity certainly worked in strange ways.
As they approached the stage and Skye handed the flower back over to him, Riley settled back down and held the orchid delicately between his two paws with the flicker of a grin. "Never fear," he said with a nod, "I'll take care of it." With that, she scurried over to retrieve her sketchbook and he turned his gaze to the area nearby, where it appeared that some sort of commotion had taken place. It was difficult to say what exactly had happened, especially with so many Pokemon clustered around the area it was nearly impossible for an Eevee to see over the others. Riley did note with a smile that Keiran was among the number who were gathered in that part; from the looks of it he'd been in the pie-eating contest but the whole thing had been called to a halt for some reason. Looking to the other side, he spotted the Furret who'd begun the evening's events watching the others with a peculiar expression--something between annoyance and amusement, maybe impatience? If it weren't for the flower he'd been entrusted, the Normal Type would have gone over to the group to investigate, but Skye wouldn't be that long and it would be rude to keep her waiting unless... Wait a moment, was that red fur he'd just seen over there? Craning his neck to try and see over top of the others, Riley tried to mark whether Faran was there or not, but before he could get a good view his ears were met with the sound of his companion returning to ground level with her prize and he was forced to turn his attentions back to her. Ah well, Faran couldn't have gotten himself into that much trouble in such short of time.
Turning his warm gaze back to Skye, he was surprised to note that the sketchbook looked a little heavy for the girl to carry. He opened his mouth to offer to carry it for her, but clamped it shut again a moment later. No, the book was filled with her precious drawings, just as it would wound his pride to hand over his hat and cloak, so he figured it would be just as tactless to ask to carry the sketchbook for her. Unfortunately this posed a problem, as she couldn't possibly carry the flower and the sketchbook at once; fortunately Riley had an easy solution up his sleeve. Transferring the delicate orchid from his paws to his mouth, he carefully carried it with him as he walked up beside her before carefully tucking the flower behind her ear in one deft motion. A mischievous grin settled on his features and he laughed. "I was right," he told her cheerfully, "It does look better when you wear it so it can be seen." With that, he bounded forward ahead of her before she could react, leading the way back to the quieter side of the room.
Once there, Riley watched with eager anticipation as she placed the sketchbook on the ground and opened it up for him to see. "I'm sure they're all lovely," he said reassuringly. Just as he'd said before, everyone starts somewhere. It was with the utmost pleasure that he watched as she turned through the full pages of the notebook to find the sketches she found most presentable. So many shapes and sizes of drawings that covered all the pages, it was a wonder to him that she'd filled so many as she had already. It took a good deal of patience and dedication to draw so much as this, and how fine the drawings were was soon made evident when she stopped at a page well into the book to reveal her work. His dark eyes danced with delight as he looked them over, touching a gentle paw to the well loved pages. He even recognized some of them, they must all be her Teammates, or she must at least know them fairly well. "These are amazing Skye!" he breathed, looking at them with astonishment, "I'm not an artist myself but these, they're so well done! There's so much detail, I've seen some artwork in my time but not like this. They look like they could just walk off the page by themselves." He smiled broadly as he looked back up at the young artist. "You really put your whole heart into them, don't you?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 10:41 am
  Steven & Christine
Faran's voice, however briefly, reminded Steven of the first time he had met everyone. He remembered that moment well enough, if only for the pain that was made so much worse by the constant, voiced concern. This wasn't nearly as bad, though. Not by a long shot. The Wartortle held out a hand as if to signal "stop". "I'm fine. Just give me a minute." A short while passed as Steven waited for the crying coming from his shell to subside. As the wailing dropped to a very unhappy sniffling, the Wartortle stuck all four of his limbs up and to the side. It looked strange to say the least, but "why" quickly became apparent as he swung his arms and legs to the other side and promptly flipped over onto his feet and hands. Steven winced slightly as a set of claws dug into his chest and a soft cry of alarm came from his shell, apparently displeased by the sudden change in gravity.
Steven carefully and slowly righted himself before setting to doing the same for the chair. His posture seemed exaggerated as he hunched over, but the reality was was that Christine was taking up most of the room in his shell. Wartortle naturally had fairly spacious shells (otherwise they wouldn't be able to retreat inside) but even with how small the Sentret was, he still ended up curving his back to give her a comfortable amount of room to settle in. The end result is that he was bent over in his shell, giving him an awkward hunch as he put the chair back on it's legs and hopped onto it.
For the first time, the Wartortle became properly aware of the little gathering he had caused. It made a lot of sense, but observing his surroundings hadn't exactly been a priority all things considered. Steven's mouth hung open for a brief instant as he sought out the words before he spoke. "Sorry about that. I'll be fine in a minute, thanks for your concern." The Wartortle quietly slipped one of his arms inside of his shell and set to, however awkwardly, patting the Sentret until she calmed down completely.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 11:19 am
   Keiran & Skye & IstasSkye had to smile a little as she realized that Riley would know Keiran. She should have known that, considering how well accquainted he'd seemed with the other members of Era's team. It seemed that word got around, when someone knew was in the guilds. Everyone knew everyone else, or at least they had a general idea of who was who. Very few Pokemon ever took the time to stay covert about being a guild member; it just wasn't worth the effort. Besides, anyone under the protection of the guilds was generally either respected, admired, or feared. No one really bothered to mess with them, as they could never be sure how many Pokemon would be after them if they did. She liked to think that it was more a matter of respect and civility than that, however. The guilds did a lot of good for a lot of people, and apparently Riley and Keiran were no exceptions to that. They seemed to do some good for eachother, at the very least, and she couldn't imagine either one behaving cruelly on any level.
The flower tucked behind her ear was a surprise that wasn't outwardly recognized by anything but a smile, her ears twitched forward as she trotted after the older Eevee. She felt both delighted and embarrassed by the gesture, pleased that she seemed to make a good impression. She'd never really considered herself as pretty, but she wasn't about to argue with someone who thought otherwise. Her stomach twisted nervously, and she recognized the sensation as butterflies. Nervousness. Shyness. She quickly pushed the feelings back, determined just to enjoy the time that she had to share with Riley. There was no point in being awkward about it, when he was so sweet and kind about keeping her company. He'd make a good partner for someone, some day. She obviously didn't know who, but she knew for certain that he'd take care of them really well.
It was only once she'd pressed her paws to the edges of her sketchbook that she became nervous again, shy at baring so much of her hard work for Riley to see. A few of them had been lightly brushed over with water-colours, the pages too thick to ripple or tear when damp. Her expression was one of sheepish joy, glad that Riley so deeply appreciated the effort that she'd put into it. She was getting much better at what she did; every line was purposeful and exact, to her. It was becoming considerably easier to just sit down and let the pencil flow across the page.
The shock in Riley's voice was a compliment all its own, her chest nearly bursting with pride at the accomplishment. She nodded back at him in response, smiling in return at the expression on his face. He looked so excited; it was quite possibly the best reaction she'd ever gotten from anyone, regarding her artwork. It made her feel talented, perhaps even special. She felt like she was actually good at what she did, and it was a feeling of warmth that she hoped would never leave. "I guess I did. It just... It's hard to explain, but I feel like it wouldn't be worth doing at all, if I didn't try my best at it. It's the same with magic, isn't it?"
Skye blinked, meeting Riley's warm gaze. It was a wonder that dark eyes could be so expressive; there were hues of gold and hazel there that no one would even expect. He really was handsome; she had to admit it, even on first meeting. When normally it might take a week to decide on a choice of subjects to paint, already Riley had somehow prompted at least three ideas that she'd like to try.
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Keiran merely smiled a little in response to the Wartortle. He really looked as though he'd had a rough day. The claw marks that covered his skin were beginning to redden, and he figured that he'd probably spend quite a while cleaning out all those scratches. He seemed surprised to find the whole crowd standing around him and his Sentret companion, but really it wasn't something unexpected; at least, not to most people. He had a flying Sentret for a daughter (he wasn't sure of their actual relation, but it seemed close enough), and he'd just been tackled into the floor in the middle of the main stage. That tended to gather a lot of attention, especially when you were keeping the company of the guilds. Pretty much all of the members were of some good heart. Of course they'd be curious, or concerned.
"Don't worry about it. Her name's Christine, is it? Is she alright?" Keiran's voice was quiet as he questioned the Wartortle. All he could see was the pair of furry ears that poked out the top of the Wartortle's shell. He couldn't imagine that being terribly comfortable, but at least she'd feel more protected inside there. It was a good thing that she wasn't any larger; she'd likely not fit in his shell for much longer, not unless he evolved.
She was such a timid little girl, and he felt concerned as to how she'd fit in with the others. Perhaps it was better that the Wartortle was so protective, considering how easily frightened she really was. She'd gain confidence with age, as all children did. It was just a matter of time before her curiousity would begin to outweigh her nervous fear of the world around her. People were interesting things.
{{ I choose 50 for my number. c: }}
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 2:40 pm
 Riley & Faran
The Fire Type was wrapped up in his own world when Keiran actually did look at him, most of these thoughts focusing on how to suddenly learn to Teleport or become invisible. His eyes turned once more to the Wartortle and he wondered just what the Water Type was thinking. The Sentret still hadn't shown herself but it was obvious that she was still there--with each whimper Faran cringed a bit. He couldn't be oblivious to his surroundings forever though, and the small white and blue figure that now approached him was evidence of that. The Vulpix blinked his eyes blearily, only to have his focus adjust to the girl and a gasp of surprise half-form in his throat. He watched her sniff at him with some wariness, allowing his heartbeat to slow from the shock that her presence had given him, but nothing could have prepared the boy for what happened next. One moment she was a few inches away, big blue eyes searching his own for some sort of answer that Faran didn't know he had, and the next she jumped forward and clung to him in a hug that set his fur on end from both her static-filled fur and his surprise.
As the stunned expression began to fade from his face he met Keiran's eye and realized what had happened, although he wasn't certain if that made things better or not. That the Riolu would hand over the little girl to him meant that Keiran still trusted him, right? And maybe the girl herself too since she'd buried her little body in his fur. But then she also seemed a bit nervous about him if he wasn't just imagining it; and that still didn't atone for his previous mistake. Still it was a little comforting, as the gesture had likely been intended to be, and Faran looked down at the younger girl with a hint of a smile. She seemed to relax too, as he relaxed from his tension a little and raised a tentative paw to pat her on the head somewhat awkwardly, mimicking what he'd seen adults do to little kids before. Really she was quite charming in her eagerness to please, in that way that only a child can be when they're too young to know any better. He watched her sheepishly for another moment and then looked up as the Wartortle spoke up again.
"A-Alright," he replied, watching the Water Type as he righted himself and his stool with the odd posture that originated from the positioning of the Sentret inside of the shell. Faran held back a snicker at the sight of it in spite of himself, quickly ducking his head, all the while circumventing his Pichu attachment, to hide the smile on his face. Once he'd recovered from his amusement, he perked back up again in time to hear the Wartortle's reassurance that he was alright, and a huge weight lifted off the boy's chest at the sound of those words. "Oh good!" he yipped delightedly, expression brightening again and clearly under the impression that everything was alright now that that part of the situation had been settled. "You had me really worried for a minute there Mister!" He would have gone closer to the Pokemon in question, but the Pichu kept him rooted in place although it didn't make much difference: his jubilation was easy to see. "It's gonna be okay," he said softly, half to himself and half to reassure the little Electric Type, "It's really gonna be okay."
Even as he murmured that phrase, Faran's ears pricked in inquisitive response to Keiran's question, nodding slightly. That's right, there was still the matter of the other little girl. It crossed the Vulpix's mind that this must be why grown-ups would act like kids were a pain sometimes--there were two of them here (because he didn't think to include himself in their number) and already there had been such a commotion that the entire contest had been upset. It was a little crazy the way it all had turned out. Still it was important to see if the Sentret was alright, though, judging from the scratches and cuts on the Wartortle, Faran really thought that she had gotten out of the situation with less injury. Clearing his throat, the Fire Type looked up at the Wartortle sheepishly, adding his own two bits to the converstation. "Yeah...I hope she's alright. I'm sorry about this whole mess." his apology was sincere, but his expression grew troubled as another thought occurred to him, "She's not mad at me...is she? Or scared of me?" Arceus forbid anything like that. It did a number on the boy's conscience already having just been the instigator of the ordeal.
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Riley continued to browse through the pages that Skye allowed him to view within her sketchbook, an almost childish excitement dancing in the depths of his gaze. It was like opening a present as he turned the pages, each one held a delightful and unexpected surprise that was being shared with him. Here and there vivid colors would grace the durable pages in favor of the more prominent work with shading and basic sketches, but neither method truly surpassed the other: the pastel shades of the water colors simply seemed to highlight some of the pictures out of the palette that lay within his reach. Sometimes he was even tempted to draw his paw across the pictures, though he never did, half believing that he would feel the definite textures and edges of the subjects of her drawings. It was evident too, that the work was getting ever better as time moved on: small details that had been left to simple blurs or hasty lines became more clear and defined as a specific part of their subject, and coarse edges became delicate and fine. All in all, the Eevee found it more than worth his while to savor each drawing as one would a fine wine, and he regretted the moment when he came to a final page which was the precursor to several blank pages that rested in its wake. The sadness only lasted for a moment though, for Riley knew that blank pages were the birthplace of more drawings to come.
As careful paws flipped back through the pages to look again at some of Skye's work, they ceased their motion upon the younger Eevee's explanation and a smile formed across their owner's face. "That it is, that it is," Riley agreed, "It's the same with anything really. You do what you love because you love it, that's all the more there is to it. After all, they say if you do what you love you'll never work a day in your life, and who really wants to work all the time? Not me personally." He grinned slightly, "Everyone always pressured me to do what was expected of me without even asking whether I wanted to do it. To be honest, a magician was the last thing any of them wanted me to be. No, it was always about doing what my father did and trying to make up for the--well, the poor excuse for a good child that I was is how they'd put it. But I never let it get to me and I'd like to think that I turned out alright in the end." He laughed a little, mostly to cover up for how much the whole thing still ruffled him to this day. It wasn't the easiest of things to gloss over and feign its lack of importance.
"Regardless," Riley said, nodding to her, "It really is important to give your whole self to what you love to do." He raised a paw to his hat and removed it, pulling from its depths what appeared to be a single brass ring, like what one would use in a game of ring toss. "It's kind of like this," he said, replacing the hat and holding onto the ring in his other paw. "You start out as basic as can be, and over time you get more and more skills." He twirled the ring around his paw a few times and with each spin another ring fell from the initial one until there were three in total. "The trouble is, one you've got those skills you have to enjoy them, otherwise you're stuck." Demonstrating, Riley took the ending two rings of the chain and pulled on them, showing the tautness of the iron as he tried to pull it apart. "But," he said with a smile, "If you love what you do, then you get better at it. And not only that! You also can pass on a love for what you do to those around you." He collected the three rings in his paws, and then opened them and placed their contents gently on the ground: the three iron rings, now separated from one another.
His joy at the trick gleamed in his eyes as they glimmered like twin stars in reflection of that light which refracted from his props. "No need to lecture you about all that though," he said cheerfully, "It's obvious you understand it already, at least from where I'm standing."
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Dark_Hunter-Angelic_Tears rolled 1 100-sided dice:
55
Total: 55 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 2:45 pm
((To be edited.)) Rewards~
Pie Eating Contest Winner
-1st Place Medal (aka Gabite Scale) There's...something strange about this medal. There's a pie taped to the front of it and it's made of something weird. Definitely not gold.
-x1 Milk Drink TM You'll probably want some milk to go with all those pies.
Everyone
-5 Berries of your choice (or 5 Apples) Take a pie home with you! ...Seriously, we have too many of them left over.
-Stamina Band A fashionable way to avoid going hungry, what more could you ask for? These designer bands have pies printed on them!
31-Red, Luna
Porygon Recruit There had to be a math reference somewhere.
41-Cy, Crayons
Cherubi Recruit Where do you think we get the cherry pie? ...Oh, wait.
59-Tsuki, Shawn
Mime Jr. Recruit There are those who eat the pies, and there are those who throw the pies.
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