I apologize for the lack of updates lately due to a lack of motivation and an intensely depressed period.
I broke up with my now ex-girlfriend which helped alleviate some of the anxiety but then my job picked up the slack and has been leaving me immensely depressed. Doing anything, including playing video games, watching movies and writing has been a difficult.
So I want to try something.
One thing I have found that helps me is if I answer other people’s asks. Writing for others gives me a sort of drive in order to get my creative juices flowing again. It makes me have a commitment that keeps me motivated.
Please let me know if any of you are interested in doing an ask swap to try and get my motivation back. We can discuss what ask would work best for the swap and we can discuss the details of what the answer would be.
“Hm hm~ Not as extravagant as the shores of my youth, BUT…! It’s quite fair indeed, for sure. Now then… I believe a visit to the water park is in order.~”
“Aw yeah, this is just what I needed! It’s been so long since I’ve been to a beach, hehe! Time to zip around for some meets ‘n’ greets~!”
“Oooh…~! The water’s sparkling like sapphire~! And so many new faces out here! Anyone ready for a little swim out into the deep blue~?”
“… there’s not enough pure water to quell my disdain for you all right now…” -sigh-
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(( Chantal, Arcadia, Levi, Aurora and Lichi are all available for asks for the event!
Also feel free to DM for any asks you’d like from these gals! ))
There’s really no easy way for me to put this, so I’m just gonna come out and say it.
Around the end of April I began experiencing severe ocular migraines on account of just how bad my vision is. Long story short, I’m so near-sighted that I can’t properly function and there’s a good chance my retinas are stretching, thinning, and beginning to tear. There’s a good chance I might be going blind.
There *is* a way to prevent the loss of my vision, and that’s with lasik surgery to permanently correct my vision so my retinas are put back into place and aren’t stretched so thin.
Unfortunately, lasik is expensive and still seen as elective, so I’m fighting an uphill battle with my insurance company to get it covered because otherwise that’s 2k out of pocket.
Screens give me headaches (even just looking at things in general gives me headaches), so I’ve been unable to work on commissions, let alone the blog.
I have an appointment on the 22nd with an optometrist, who can hopefully get me a referral for lasik so I can get back to doing what I love: art.
I’m not quite sure how soon I’ll be back, but I miss you all and your stories very much!
Until then, you can keep up to date with me on Twitter (@FriedKilamari), where there’s also a link to my ko-fi if you’d like to donate! I’m offering sketch sheets to anyone who donates 9$ (that’s three ko-fis!).
Death@Clarke: "Your demeanor and passiveness digusts me. For a being of your size, I would find my curious over what bout your cowardice but your endless stammering grate my ears before I would find myself mildly annoyed. Nonetheless I must be satiated. What happened to bring this about?"
There were no words.
Infact, there could not be any words.
Once the Yveltal had made himself known to the Tyrantrum, he did nothing else but gawk in terror at the Deity’s presence. He did not believe that his actions up to this day would end up attracting the presence of one of them, but it happened. And he had got the attention of the one he had feared the most than the others that were still living.
However, there were some notable differences from this Yveltal than the Yveltal he was told about from others. Wasn’t it supposed to be…
No, now wasn’t the time to think about question about things like that. What’s happening right now is that he’s still alive, and probably did not like to be gazed upon in such a pathetic manner. So Clarke would immediately drop onto his knees while the Yveltal continued to belittle the Tyrantrum in the meanwhile, dragging his name through the mud and what not.
It wasn’t long after until Death itself had asked a question of the Allosaurus, one that asking much, much more from him than he could ever find the courage to think about.
A confession.
At first, the Tyrantrum remained dead silent after the question, as if he was still processing what Death had asked of him to do. And once that question hit him, so did its weight as he felt a knot in his chest. His heart was skipping multiple beats while his jaw felt stiff. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think that the Harbinger was trying to make him suffer for a couple of more minutes before passing judgment.
It wouldn’t be long until Clarke forcefully cleared his throat and caught his breath, just so he could try and focus on answering something that should be pretty simple.The only difficulty he had was the fact that he had a hard time recalling these specific events, he had been pushing those memories into the back of his head that they’re fairly difficult to even imagine.
Perhaps a bit of small talk would buy him a bit of time?
“..Ah, ah-hah-ah! I’h, I-uhm… I-I’m sure i’h-it’ll not be ah-as fantastic as you think!” pleaded the Tyrantrum, grinning rather awkwardly at the Yveltal while shakily waving both of his claws, “I-I mean, I am sure s’ih-some’mon of your stature w’ih-would surely benefit f’if-from another th’ih-that, well. W’ih-would gladly tell you somethin’ worthwhile
“I-I MEAN! Erm, I-I’m not t’ih-trying to ah-avoid this question at all! B’ih-but, but..”
“But… I-I just..”
Clarke’s speech had slowed down to a halt, his thoughts were starting to become jumbled once more while it felt like something was trying to claw its way out of his chest. It was something he hoped that he would never have to think about again, but with the current question at hand, and a deity that’s likely to have little to no patience at this point.
Death would probably see the Allosaurus’ body begin to tremble a bit as his hands went to his lap. There was a bit of muttering under the Tyrantrum’s breath as he slowly shook his head as he bears his fangs, but not towards the Yveltal himself. He seems to be struggling with the emotions that he had bottled up for so long that they’re starting to overflow at this point. Tears were starting to form at the corner of his eyes.
After half a minute or so, Clarke slowly pulled himself together and finally choked the words out of himself. He knew that the Deity was certainly not a patient one and thought that any further delays would probably anger the Yveltal, so he had to come clean for his sake.
Even if the truth hurts himself.
“I…I-I’ve..I’ve hurt.. I-I’ve hurt.. so many Pokemon, s’ih-so many innocent ‘mon back then-I… I’ve.. I’ve-just..”
Clarke seems to be repeating himself at the moment, but those claws of his would soon begin to dig into his worn pants, applying pain to himself to try and force the next bit of info he had been meaning to get off his chest.
“..I-I’ve..I’ve killed…I-I’ve killed so many. J’ih-just for, jus’ to feed myself..I-I.. They.. they begged, ah-all..m’ih-mos’ of them. Th’ih-they begged f’if-for their lives ah-as i…Ah-as they.. I.. I-I was just hungry..I-I was jus’.. I.. I can.. I-I can’t…”
It was at this point Clarke was starting to hyperventilate for the while as he placed his hands around his neck and chest, he felt hands latching onto parts of his limbs as they threatened to pull him into pieces. He wanted to run away, away from the Yveltal, away from this spot in the forest, just away from everything around him, but Death’s cold gaze kept him from going anywhere, was he really here just so he would pay for his sins?
He wasn’t sure anymore, but the thought was enough to push him on the edge of insanity as he continued to ramble on, his tone getting higher with each sentence.
“Th’ih-th’bodies…Their bodies.. Sss’ih-S̪̜̭̠͈͓t͉̝̻r̤̝̠ḛẃ͉̘̮͍͎̲̰n̤̠̥̗̲͎̭ across th’floor l’ih-like litter, th’ih-the blood is still dr̫i̷̜̳p͉̙͙p͟i̸̗̻̥͈̘͇n̩͈͙̻̬͎̟g.̵̖͖̮̦̪͕̮. Th’their hearts were sss’ih-still pumping ah-and I-..I-I j’ih-jus’ wanted…I-I d’ih…I don’t…”
“I…I just don’t w̷a̶͙̜n̸͖̪̤̠̙̭ͅt̯̼̘̝ ̨̹t͜o̰͈̗̹ͅ ̜͕͙̣̯̪ͅh̸͍͈̲̟ͅu̧̞͎͉͉r̟̪̥t͜ ̘̪͖n̟̲̯̲̱͟o̠͇ͅ ̪’̲͓̙̪̤̺̠m̞̻̦̭̫ͅon̰̱̱̗͖̤͢ ̮́a̠̭̠n̢̥̥̬̝ym̫̭͇̬o̯͕͓̖̣͠ͅṟ̩͕̝͖͘e̶̪͓̜̬.̷̠͎͉̘̥͈̠.͎̦̺̦̹
This is where things had gotten a bit strange in the meantime. While it did sound like the Tyrantrum’s voice had begun to crack, it did so in a manner where his voice had become two for the moment. It probably didn’t mean too much, but it did appear rather unusual. Perhaps its a hidden talent that had remained untapped for the longest time?
And with all of that hysteria said and done, the Tyrantrum went ahead and covered his face with his hands, crying miserably. His fate was now left in the hands of Death itself.
Send in questions about my muse’s world, the setting, the politics, their family lineage, the NPCs that may have shown up at points, their past and potential futures, the climate, the food and culture, religion, anything! Dig deep, ask about the mechanics and framework of the world that lays underneath!
Note: This can be reblogged at any time, not just on a weekend! Have fun!
Hey, Clarke, do you have any plans for the future? I understand you're a wanderer, but you have some kind of end goal in mind, right?
“Plans?”
Now there was something that the Tyrantrum didn’t have in mind. He was more set on keeping himself alive and well that it did not occur to him about what would happen if he was able to find himself in a fairly stable position. Heck, even the mere thought of being able to stand on his own without having any sort of issue in mind did appear both favorable and a bit frightening to the Allosaurus himself.
But lets say that he was able to find himself in a good position to move on, what would be next?
“D’ih-uhm…I-I-uhm, well…I-I just, eh-heh. Y’ih-well, y’know!” mumbled Clarke, laughing ever so nervously as his gaze went everywhere else but to whom he was talking to, “I-I uhm, I, well. I don’t know, really. I-mean, Ah-hah’m not in-uh, really th’best in considerin’ in-uhm, well. What’s bes’ for me, I-jus’, well. I-I don’t think I k’in give you th’best answer f’er this.”
After that slightly coherent sentence, Clarke had a bitter taste in his mouth before letting out a sigh.
He doesn’t know what would be best for himself? What is he thinking!? Surely there was more to that than just simply believing that he did not know himself that much. He was no stranger to his body, nevertheless a stranger to his mind. He had to know what to do with the rest of his life other than just wandering around the regions forever. This was the rest of his life that was being questioned here, not some mere, “Off the top of your head” nonsense!
“I…uhm, l’ih-lemme rephrase that.” further stated the Tyrantrum, a nervous smile crossing his face while his gaze had briefly went to whom he was speaking to before staring at the ground. “i…I-I jus’-uhm well. D’ih-don’t really know-Ah’ba-uhm! I mean, I-I do know! K’ih-kind of, I jus’ mean that-uhm. Well, I-I don’t really know h’ih-how to-uhm, well. Go about it, really.”
“Wh’ih-what I’m talkin’ about is-uhm, well. I-I don’t see m’ih-myself doin’ too much ah-other than, well. Havin’ friends, really. Ah-and makin’ more! S’always good to-uhm, ‘ave ‘mon t’ih-talk to and all. Ah-heh-eh… Th’ih-then again, ah-every’mon usually makes friends alon’ their path, s’ih-so mine i’h-isn’ much different I guess.”
“..Ah-as for an “actual” goal..” stuttered the Tyrantrum, even if he happens to do that a lot every time that maw of his opens, “I..I-I guess th’ih-the firs’ thing that comes to mind is-well…”
There was a strange pause in the middle of his sentence as Clarke took a deep breath, then another, and then another after that. He didn’t seem rather prepared to admit something that he had been meaning to do with his life, even if he felt like it was the right thing to do.
With bated breath, the Allosaurus choked out the rest of the sentence.
“..I-..Ah-I’ve…I’ve b’ih-been meanin’ to help those i’h-in need..”
“T’ih-to protect-..protect those that’ve ah’-been hunted.”
“..T’ih-to atone.”
It wasn’t long until tears were shed from the Tyrantrum as he shifted his body away from the creature that had asked him about all this. For better or for worse, he does not seem to be able to continue the conversation in this state.
(Deoxys is the result of what happens when you create a new universe.)
(Infact, Deoxys’ origin is still a complete mystery in itself. No one, not even the Legendarys, seem to know of how its existence came to be. At the very least, the only thing that can be certain of is that this star-bound traveler is that it appears rather harmless to the rest of the world..)
(For now,)
(Even sightings of such an enigma is extremely rare, even almost myth-like. For it seems to appear in a blink of an eye at one point and gone in another. Deoxys’ sightings have become so apparent that the saying, “Did you find Deoxys?” was created in response to those who appear to be staring at the sky for quite a while.)
(Ho-Oh’s whereabouts are a mystery. But it is presumed to be created by Xerneas so that it would aid in her task to help cultivate signs of life in the world.)
(While Xerneas made the trek around the barren Earth. Ho-Oh remained behind of its master, tending to the seeds that had been recently planted in the soil to prevent any sort of conflict between either seed, even if it meant relocating some of them to areas that its master did not intend to use.)
(Now with her Lord’s disappearance, Ho-Oh seems to travel rather discreetly between the continents without notice. Some believed that it had sacrificed itself to nuture Xerneas when she had fell ill days after his absence, others thought that it may have gone its own path and sought a goal of its own due to possible disagreements.)
(The latter does appear to be nigh improbable however, who would dare disobey the one that gave them life?)
I really hate to ask this, I really hate asking for help I don’t think I’ve earned but I really don’t know what else to do and this is an emergency
Basically Will is needing to move down soon, my dad got him a job and we were all set and excited
But then his mom happened, not only is she guilt tripping and trying to manipulate him into staying, blaming him for things that aren’t his fault, and emotionally and mentally exhausting him, she’s saying if he leaves he needs to take pretty much everything he owns, that she’ll be cutting off his cell service and pretty much erasing everything tying him to there once, and on top of that he needs to take his cat with him the day he leaves which we were hoping she would hold on to him till the beginning of the year when we’d be in a new house, and he’s not even allowed to use the cat carrier they have.
With all of this we’re in a really tight spot, and with the pregnancy all this stress is really causing issues, especially with me having just gotten things back on track after having so much of my money taken by my ex roommate
So we could really use some help, whether it be commissions or donations or even really any advice you might have, or even just boosting this.
Bellatrix @ Clarke: I get the feeling that you are an adept fighter, capable of making whoever opposes you quake in their skin. I can respect that, but I also can respect why someone of your stature would stand down. These other mon. They don't understand the toll battle takes on a veteran. They don't understand true loss, do they? I hope that someday I can be as courageous as you and walk away from that life. Are you faring okay these days?
The Tyrantrum could not help but stare at the Scolipede with his mouth slightly agape in astonishment, for he had never felt so flattered yet confused before in his whole life. What was there to say about some’mon who has clearly seen and participated in combat before and yet idolize him for choosing a path of no conflict at all?
However, there were some things that the Scolipede had said that also didn’t sit too well with Clarke, in which he decided to take a deep breath about it first before he would get to the bottom of her assumptions.
“…I..I-I-uhm, I really, well. I really ah-appreciate your kind words, traveler! I really do.” said the Tyrantrum, finally breaking his silence as he rubs the back of his neck before continuing his train of thought, Ah-heh-eh! B’ih-but, but…W’ih-well, I-I wouldn’t necessarily, well.. K’ih-call my self ‘imposing’ or ‘menacing’ an’ all of those, well. I-I jus’, I don’ like scarin’ every’mon I-I meet, y’know?” furthered explained the Despot ‘mon, his gaze flickering away from Bellatrix’s for a moment before taking yet another breath to further indicate that he’s not done talking yet.
This is also where things have gotten difficult for him to articulate his own beliefs.
“Uhm, well..Ah-as for-uhm, well.. ‘true loss’ ah-as you put it, I-I don’t think, well..I-I jus’ don’ think..”
Clarke paused for the moment just when he was about to talk about what he truly thought about the concept of “true loss” as the Scolipede put it and proceeded to just fold his hands to himself and look away once more. His expression slowly changing from a slightly surprised look to something that resembled guilt before he shook his head.
Who was he to even talk about the idea of “true loss” when he has not even really experienced such a feeling in the first place?
the Tyrannosaurus did not lose any family members nor loved ones, he did not experience ever being close to losing any’mon. And he did not know what it truly felt like to actually lose some’mon who was close to him.
In fact, it was the opposite. He’s the one that cause other’mon to lose their loved ones so far, he’s the one that has made Pokemon die in the arms of others. He’s the one that only knows how easy it can be to snuff out some’mon’s life. And he’s being treated as an ex-combatant who would know how it feels like to truly lose something dear to him?
Bellatrix would probably notice the Tyrantrum beginning to tear up and he slowly shook his head to himself and take yet a few more breaths, his lower jaw slightly quivering for each one he took. Finally, he would break his silence once again as those tears of his from before began to slowly go down in between his scales.
“I…I..I-I’m not sure i’h-if I-I should be, well. S’ih-someone you can truly idolize f’if-for such ah’an experience, hones’ly..I-I never really..I-I never..never really known what it really feels like to.. to lose someone so close to you, to-w’ih,watch as th’ih-their dying breaths slow to’ah halt…T’ih-to hold th’ih-their body ah-ah-as th’ih-’ih-they… Th’ih-they jus’…”
“…I-…I-I think y’ih-you should f’if-find some'mon else th’ih-that has ah-a bit more courage th’ih-than I do.”
Grohl: "Hi Clarke! How have you been?" The tangrowth gave a small wave to the giant dinosaur. "You know there is one thing I have to wonder. Since you are based off a fossil pokemon, were you revived via however scientists revive fossil mons? Or where you born normally?"
The Tyrannosaur didn’t seem to notice the Tangrowth at first for he appeared to be fairly occupied with his barrel, constantly reaching into the wooden container to pull out what seemed to be a small handful of fresh, assorted berries from time to time to shove down his maw that has been soaked in the juices of this afternoon’s haul.
It was not long until Clarke finally looked up from his barrel to notice the Tangrowth waving it’s flipper-like appendage at him while passing on a greeting . However, the Tyrantrum’s gaze did not appear very welcoming as of the moment. He would only down Grohl with his jaw slightly open while evaluating whether or not he came around as either friend or a foe.
Eventually, the Dragon-type would end up blinking first before looking at his berry-drenched claws before chuckling nervously as he moves them both behind the barrel.
“..P’ih-h’ih-hu-hah-h’ih-hun-huu! I-I’m-muhh.. R’ih-really sorry about th'ih-starin’, Grohl.” Clarke apologetically replied before he broke eye contact once more with the Tangrowth looks away, “I-I jus’-uhm, well. I-I’m just, n’ih-not myself sometimes wh’ih-when I actually get th’chance to eat now ah-an’ th’in, y’know? I mean. I-I jus’ don’ really think ‘aff the time ah-an’ I just, well. Let m’ih-myself lose, y’know?”
“..N’ih-not that I-I mean I'wus gonna attack you oh-or anythin’, ah-heh-heh. G’ih-goodness no!”
Clarke continues to chuckle anxiously some more as he rubs the back of his neck with his left hand while using the back of his neck-feathers to clean off the berry juice that isn’t dried up on that claw.
“..Ah-uhm, anyway. Ah-about y’er question…erm, I-I’m fairly sure I-I was naturally born an’all! I mean, I-I only rememb’ah jus’-well, br’ih-bright lights, ah-an’well…ah-a huge cave’in all. Mmmh, I-I don’ think I remember ah-anything else otha’ than that. I mean, there weren’t no-uhm, humans oh-or ‘mons i’h-in white coats oh-or anythin’…”
“J’ih-jus’ nothin’ out of the ordinary th’ih-tha’ I remember, really.”
With that being said, the Tyrantrum would look into his barrel once more to stare at the berries that were left, as a majority of them were now either squished or bruised from the numerous times he’s reached in and pulled out whatever he could.
Believing that Grohl was likely not satisfied with the answer, the Tyrantrum would reach into his barrel with his right hand to scrape up a rather small amount of berries into his palm before pulling it out and offering some abused berries to the Tangrowth as he spoke,
“I-uh, m’really sorry i’h-if that doesn’ really tell you much, ah-heh-eh. I’h-if anythin’, y’ih-you could take s’ih-some of these ah-as a snack while y’er on your way and such! Ah-heh-eh.”
“..I-I mean, sure, Some-of them ah-are much more-erm, tender than others. B’ih-but i’h-it’s the thought that counts, right?”
Clarke’s facial expressions seemed rather shaky as it shifts from a slight smile to a more worried look once Oriel had claimed that they were fairly aware of the risks in one breath, whilst in another breath, showed her uncertainty of the dangers the risks presented. The Tyrantrum’s demeanor did not improve once Alyx had chipped in with his own say in the matter when it came to the risks.
Near the end of the conversation, Clarke would find himself a witness to yet another "heart-to-heart” moment that the duo briefly shared. This act of kinship gave the Tyrannosaur some second thoughts about the twins which begun to clear some of the lingering doubts he still had about their up and coming journey.
Perhaps there was a chance of the two being successful after all?
"D’ih-oh! Uhm, n’ih-no-no! I’h-it’s fine!” the Tyrantrum replied, chuckling nervously along with the Gallade as he slowly got up from his spot on the floor. Strangely enough, there was now a small dent in the rug below the Tyrantrum as that could be noticeable by one of the twins as the shape of the dent seemed reminiscent of that of a pumpkin with two flat, ovalish figures inside the veggie-shaped dent as well.
Was that even there before?
“Bah-hah-ah, I mean. I’h-it was a good talk’n’all! I mean-uh, I-I did ge’ t’ih-learn about you folk an’well, y’er goals. S’wasn’t really borin’ or anything!” Clarke further stated in an attempt to quell any worries that the Gallade was having, “Ah-an’ it was pre’ey nice t’ih-meet y’er sister ah-as well! Ah-an’well, yeah! I-I did relax f’er the while if anythin’, i’h-felt kind of cold as well...n’ih-not that there’s a problem w’ih-that!”
Once the Dino-dragon got back up on his feet, he would be reminded of how high the ceiling of the lounge room was before as the tip of his rocky crest would lightly scrape itself against the plaster material it was made out of. This shot a tingly sensation through the Tyrannosaur’s head as it caused him to instinctively lower his head near his shoulders while moving his arm against wall to keep him balanced.
To add on to Clarke’s troubles in such a short time, the moment when he would take his first step with his right foot, he would find that he could not lift it off the ground as ore it around at all. It was also at that moment is when he would begin to feel that same leg slowly weaken as the feeling of imaginary needles poking and prodding under his scales would begin to take over.
While it did look like the Tyrantrum was acting weird in front of the two with the awkward movement and all, he would simply try to brush it off by rubbing the back of his neck while muttering various apologies such as: “Pard’in me.” “S’cuse me.” “S’ih-sorry’ah.” And so on.
Soon enough, the Tyrannosaur would finally push himself up straight and gently shake his right leg in order to wake the limb up. Once he felt the pins and needles sensation fading away from his leg, he would finally roll his shoulders and take a deep breath before he made sure to say his goodbyes as well to Oriel.
“Uhm, s’was nice meetin’ you, Oriel!” said the Tyrantrum as he gently waved goodbye, “You be-uhm, safe now’n’such. M’sure we’ll meet again soon!” further stated Clarke while making his way along with her Gallade-sibling towards the the entrace of the lounge room. Just as the Saurian reached those double-doors that lead towards the hallway, he made sure to wave farewell once more towards the Gardevoir before heading out.
Even though Clarke would have to lower his stature just to get through the doorway again.
After going through the trouble of getting through those small doors again, the dragon-type would turn his attention towards Alyx once more as he lists off the rest of the places that were worth visiting according to him, with one extra area that the Gallade did not mention after they had gotten out of the League’s food court.
The Tyrannosaur was fairly quick to choose the next destination, given a certain detail that the White Knight himself had mentioned.
“D’uhm-well, erm...Sh’ih-sure! I wouldn’ mind seein’ th’ gym! Ah-heh-eh, D’ih-I mean..”
“..S’ih-as long as no one-well, asks me t’ih-spar w’ih ‘em an’ such.”
The Tyrannosaur remained silent as he listens to both of the siblings take turns to elaborate their plan to find their parents by taking advantage of one of the two nations that are caught in a struggle in dividing territories, along with some added support among some unnamed staff members. This plan becomes more clearer to the Tyrantrum once Alyx further justifies their decision by explaining that this could be achieved through a system within the battle league that allows combatants to participate in the conflict themselves.
By the end of the discussion, Clarke could only look away with a look of uncertainty on his face that could be interpreted as being rather unconvinced about the legitimacy of duo’s plan. However, the Tyrantrum still kept his silence in the meantime as he continued to think about the plan as a whole and how well it would work, for there were some good points that Both Alyx and Oriel have raised, along with a few flaws with one that is more of a Wailord in the room if anything.
Some of the positive aspects that left a good impression upon the Mage/Knight duo’s plan would be the support from the staff members they have by their side, for a strategy that holds as much risk for the two because of what could go possibly wrong, they are going to require whatever help they can gather from the battle league itself. Along with the knowledge of where their parental figures could be found and their confidence in their combat styles, there couldn’t really be any problems with their plan at all. Right?
Or so the Tyrantrum thought for a while.
It would not be long until Clarke reminds himself about Alyx’s uncertainty with getting his transfer towards the other continent in question, as this would probably mean that the Gallade’s associates may need to make certain arrangements if possible to ensure that the twins do arrive where they wanted to go. If the trip cannot be made however, then the siblings would have to make due with heading towards Ghalidor and try to make their way across in some other manner.
On top of that, the Knightly ‘mon also mentioned that both of these nations were intertwined in some sort of dispute with one another. Not only could that make any efforts to reach their goal more difficult should they find themselves in Ghalidor instead, would there be any more issues while trying to get over to the area that they’re looking for should they be marked as an immigrant from Ghalidor or the such? The Tyrantrum was rather unsure of how folks in the other nation tend to treat foreigners from a land across them, but it seems like they would not receive a warm welcome if that were to be the case.
Furthermore, the idea of mercenary work still did not appeal towards the Tyrantrum’s thoughts as a whole, mainly since he believed the twins would be at a fairly significant disadvantage in the beginning should they devote themselves to a much more dangerous lifestyle that likely does not guarantee that the two would not be walking out alive should they be caught in hostile territories in comparison towards the usual battle rules presented by the league itself.
After a long period of reflective thinking, the Dino-dragon would finally take a deep breath in order to break the silence between the two before he looked up to notice the determination in each of the sibling’s eyes as they did appear devoted to their cause, regardless of the difficulties presented in their way. To which Clarke would slowly nod as he spoke.
“I..I-I understand now, r’ih-really. I-I mean, th’ih-there are still, well. Ah-a few problems ah-about the thing ah-an’ all-but, well. I-I see you both ah-are-uhm, fairly set upon this bein’ the only way possible to find ‘em, right?” Clarke asked, rubbing the back of his neck as he adjusted his feet once more to further avoid letting his legs sleep on him for a while longer.
“Well, i’h-if that’s the case. Uhm, I-I guess th’ih-there’s no stoppin’ the both of you, ah-eh... Ah-alright, k’ih-consider me convinced then! I-I’ll try to support you folk regardless of-uhm, well. Any problems th’ih-that may arise durin’ your travels, ah-eh-eh.”
Once the Tyrantrum had finally placed his faith in the sibling’s proposal, he would begin to chuckle once more as he adjusted himself in his spot shortly after, then once more, and another time after the previous shift as it was becoming apparent that Clarke was starting to feel rather uncomfortable in his spot.
Perhaps it was a good time to continue on if anything.
“...Though-uhm, W’ih-with that bein’ said, I-I believe we should-uhm, well. K’ih-continue the tour then, mmh? I-I mean, to be hones’. M’ih-my legs are-uhm, kinda fallin’ ah-asleep on me th’longer I keep on sittin’, eh-heh-eh!”
Clarke would slowly nod in acknowledgement to both the sibling’s statements as their reply was pieced together by their combined efforts as he learns that all three of them shared a similar experience in their early years, even if the commonality wasn’t all that positive. In the meanwhile, the Tyrantrum would remain silent as the duo explained their plan to him. In which his initial response was a tilt of his head and a confused expression.
Mercenaries?
The Tyrannosaur’s expression would slowly turn from curious gaze to a more concerned demeanor as he couldn’t help but feel as if he should interject to question their decision of becoming sellswords. In fact, Clarke would appear to do just that rather unconsciously by first raising his voice to let out an “Ah!” sound to get his attention before quickly folding his hands and nervously chuckled for a bit, realizing that may have Alyx during his speech.
After a bit of an awkward silence or when the Gallade did finish talking, Clarke would finally speak up to properly relay his thoughts about their plan instead of having another wild outburst.
“..Ah-hah, uhm..I-I’m really sorry ah-about interruptin’ you there. But, well, i’h-if you don’t mind, I do have some thing for-uhm, well. This change of occupation i’h-in your mind, that is.” The Dragon-type stated, smiling nervously for a moment as he fidgeted with his thumbs for a bit before he continued, “Uhm... Well, erm. I’h-its about, uhm..well, h’ih-uhm...How do I put this..?”
“...Agh, well. I-I jus’ don’t think it’s uhm, well thought out y’know?”
“I-I mean, don’ get me wrong oh-or anything, I understand th’feelings about-uhm, well, findin’ your parents ah-and all truthfully, I jus’ don’t think it’s jus’ that-erm, well... Practical!” the Tyrantrum further explained as he slowly moved one claw to rub the back of his neck while he thought about his next words carefully, “I-I mean, you’re-uhm, throwin’ your careers ah-away for a life th’ih-that’s much more dangerous th’in this one, y’know?”
“I-I mean, surely th’ih-there are better opportunities along the way ah-as a means to travel th’world to find them, right?” Clarke asked while he looked nervously at the knightly Gallade and uttering out yet another anxious chuckle that came in parts of three.
It wasn’t long until Oriel had asked the Tyrantrum about her presence in which the subject took his mind off of the previous one as he would again, chuckle some more while shaking his head as he spoke,
“Wuh-uh, nnn’ih, no! No-no no, not ah-at all!” the Tyrannosaur replied as he adjusted himself by sitting up and folding his hands once more. “I’h-it’s just, uhm..Well, y’er ah-a new face i’h-n’all! Ah-an’ I mean, well. I’h-it’s nothing you should be worried about, y’know?” Clarke stated, flashing a fairly natural smile at the Gardevoir before he began to show a bit of teeth to add to the sincerity to his response.
No doubt that this was a smile that said “Please believe me.”
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