•• TORCHIC!!! ••

isola-affiliated rp blog for a wild torchic.  mutuals-only, isola members get preference.  written by madelyn. dwarf rank stats: can use ember 5x a day housing: house 129

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((honestly leo sees the smol fire bird and he just, wants to scoop her up and take her home

VERY VALID RESPONSE LEO YOU’RE CORRECT

she will appreciate snuggles, just ask first

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Chanda (Torchic) has appeared!  What do you do?

> Punish > Take picture > Do "it" > Kill

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•• big stinkybutt. ••

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It had been awhile since he had a good cup of coffee. Well actually– the particular coffee that he was tasting right at this moment would never be as quality as the one he was used to back in Fódlan. Perhaps it would have to suffice, for now. While Fibonacci Ward was a possibly more convenient location considering where his living quarters was, he found himself inside the Redlight District at the Cotes Ward for indulging. 

Hubert did not expect to cross paths with the bird again after their last encounter but somehow, something had pulled him back into this situation, assuming he had heard distant sounds of chirping, which was technically correct until he soon realizes once again that talking birds in this world in fact exist as well. “so, do you always insist on following me? i doubt that you’re here just to grab a simple cup of coffee.” 

He was about finished, with only a small portion of the coffee left in his mug before he planned to leave while it may be for the best if he was about to be stuck being in the company of an animal, if Hubert could really call her such. Though if she had planned to stick to him, there really was nothing he could really do about that, is there?

🔥• • now, torchic was not a scaredy-cat.  not one bit.  she got tossed into the air by a powerful lady and lived, thank you very much.  she was even a city bird by nature!  sort of.  she lived close enough to one that she considered herself one.

but this district, this place... she’d gotten lost.  she’d gotten terribly lost, and nobody seemed to have too much time for her, either ignoring her or being unable to find her.  the first guy she subjected to shin-pecking ran away from her when she was just trying to get his attention.  that wasn’t going to work again.

and then she saw the man with the bad haircut.  and she beelined for him... only to be met with scorn.  she, uncharacteristically, didn’t spit something back, she just ruffled her feathers like one would bury themselves in their clothes, shameful.

[ ... i got lost.  i know you.  i’m sorry. ]

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•• thank you, but i had this! ••

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Eugene wasn’t a fan of birds, never had been. Maybe for a good meal, but even then he’d prefer something beefier. Watching as the pokemon attempted to hop up onto a step with a few failures, Eugene sighed, huffing and puffing as he bent over to pick the fire bird up and place it finally where it was aiming to go.

🔥• • she’d been at this for twenty minutes, and had gotten no closer to jumping up to cut across the raised lawn and get to the art museum than before.  well, she’d managed to grab onto the edge of the ledge with her beak, but the taste of the concrete made her let go nearly immediately.  it was so gross!

was there a ramp right there that she could climb up?  yes.  was she a wimp and a coward who relied on the easy way out?  no.

and then of course someone had to scoop her up.  she squawked, wriggling for just a moment before turning to look up at the man who thought it a good idea to help.

[ aww, i almost had it!  ... thanks, though.  that was really nice of you. ]

she plops her butt on the ground, huffing.  he didn’t have to do that, but he did, so she supposes she should be thankful.

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i need to make my goddamn hol horse and n’doul blogs already

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•• you have really fluffy hair! ••

@achamochic ♠ starter call 

   This city had a number of things to see; it seemed like a hodgepodge of a bunch of different places, so Zidane shouldn’t have been surprised to see something familiar to him wandering around too.

   Though, he thought it was familiar at first, but a second look tells him the creature before him isn’t quite like the ones he remembers from back home. The beak was too small and the body wasn’t nearly the right shape, even for a baby ( and with the creature’s size, he was certain it was just a chick ). Concern and curiosity for the little thing drove him to approach slowly, hoping not to startle it, and crouch down once he was close.

   ❛ Hey there, buddy. You some kind of Chocobo? I’ve never seen one like you before, ❜ he coos, sticking out a single gloved finger for the bird to inspect. ❛ What’re you doing here by yourself? Don’tcha have someone to look after you? ❜

🔥• • at least this guy didn’t think she was just a bird, or a small animal.  chocobos didn’t sound like anything torchic had ever heard of, and she’d heard of “birds” and “babies”, so this dude is getting there!

[ no, i’m not a chocobo!  i’m a torchic!  and i’m here to look at the pretty rocks.  i like rocks a lot.  i can throw them at stinky people if i gotta! ]

she says cheerfully, and she shakes his finger with her talon once again.  creeks always have the best rocks; the water isn’t deep like the ocean and still smooths them over, so she can get to them and treasure them.

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•• AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA— ••

God, there’s just something about the face on this scrappy little girl that you just can’t say no to. But if you really did that, it wouldn’t—

Wait, hold up. You’ve got an idea.

“Alright, lil’ bit, you asked for it.”

The ground underneath this Torchic’s feet CRACKS with enough force to send her flying vertically, like an environmentally destructive trampoline. You watch her, craning your head back as she gains enough air to become a tiny orange dot that you can barely see, and then…

You simply hold out your hands, ready to catch her when she comes back down.

🔥• • torchics, as a race of pokémon, cannot fly.  their wings are far too stubby, their heads far too big.  torchic had resigned herself to never tasting the wind.

but then the ground leaves her, and she screeches in both fear and delight as she soars up into the air, careening in the smallest arc and tumbling down, gaining velocity quickly.  she keeps laughing and screaming as she plops right into the big lady’s hands, teary eyes scrunched up with laughter.

[ THAT WAS SO COOL!  THAT WAS SO MUCH FUN!  AGAIN, AGAIN, AGAIN! ]

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•• who are you? ••

🎶 | TORCHIC // @ACHAMOCHIC // STARTER CALL

✧*:･ﾟ| THE creature looks to him like a juvenile chicken, and yet, the bright orange colouration stands out compared to the features of most breeds he’s seen. Siebren has always been the sort of man not to keep pets, and yet … somehow he has been visited by more animals than other humans in his lifetime. Heart SOFT as always, and this little chick is far from an exception to the rule. ❝Verdorie,❞ he curses quietly when he feels the DRIZZLE of rain, cold water worming through his armor with wet tendrils. Yet, the avian would not be ignored despite all this ( he insists to himself that he’d like to study it; that is a terribly great lie! ) and he beckons a hand to the chick. ❝What are you doing out here in this weather? You are SO VERY SMALL … Ah, little one, why don’t we get you out of the rain, hm?❞

🔥• • as soon as the rumble of thunder reaches torchic’s ears, she squawks in unhappiness.  why does the rain have to come and ruin her day!?  she was just in the middle of chasing a frog!  ah, well.  she’d find a way to have fun even still.

she hears someone say a word she doesn’t understand and turns around, spying a barefoot man beckoning to her.  she cocks her head as he invites her to come with him out of the rain.

[ i may be small, but that doesn’t mean anything! ]

she puffs herself out a little, but she trots over to him.

[ but yeah, the rain isn’t fun.  i know of a nice warm place!  they have cookies there! ]

she runs off towards the bakery in question, ready to nestle up near the fake fireplace and get herself a cookie.

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•• coward! ••

“… sweetheart, I would, but I—”

Don’t know how to pull my punches?

“—don’t think that’s what’s happening exactly.”

🔥• • torchic fluffs herself up, making herself as big and tall as is possible, wanting to seem like a challenge.  she is absolutely not.

[ that sounds like you’re a scaredycat!  c’mon!  hit me!  hit me as hard as you can! ]

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[ who’s fighting?  i wanna fight!  i wanna fight!  SOMEONE BATTLE ME! ] 

torchic, no.  no, honey, no.

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smallblueboyscout replied to your post: the 70th person this week: AWWWWWWW LOOK AT YOU...

jon knows and loves pokemon. hes already met pikachu.

she'll die for him if he knows what she is and she can just play games with him

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formadoka replied to your post: the 70th person this week: AWWWWWWW LOOK AT YOU...

does this mean you’re okay with like … someone from a non-pokemon universe recognizing torchic as being from a game?

yeah! i'd say that'd be perfectly fine! she looks like a little video game character, anyways, so that's a perfectly fine assumption to make.

she's just Tired. she's six and she's Tired

meanwhile I am DELIGHTED and i crack up every time

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the 70th person this week: AWWWWWWW LOOK AT YOU YOU’RE SO CUUUUUTE WHAT ARE YOU

torchic: (stares into the camera like she’s on the office)

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•• a pretty man!  is this his dream? ••

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      He found himself seated for this memory, watching from the distance. It was… A harder one to recall, he knew that, but it was still there. He was a young boy, though he didn’t age like a normal person, he had a child’s mentality and the body of a child, despite being perhaps a hundred years old. Maybe.

      The boy sat in a field of flowers, the grass was long and the flowers were a lovely sort, filling the air with an almost unfamiliar aroma. He was delicately pulling flowers from the ground, a soft hum coming from his lips as the midday sunlight dance along him while the boy had his fun picking flowers.

      Francis was quiet as he watched, it was a memory from long ago—a memory from Roman times when he was simply a territory.  If he were honest, he was surprised he could remember it; it was quite an old one. But the sudden appearance of another boy, one with wild brown hair and bright green eyes, told him why he could remember this so well.

      “Ah– this was the day I met my best friend.” That explained it. Or well, he knew of the other boy, but he hadn’t actually met him till just then. The much more energetic boy ran up to him, suddenly grabbing the blonde by his wrists and pulling him up with a large smile. It was a surprise to the blonde boy and he almost whined when he dropped his flowers, but he was just so caught up in the moment that a laugh bubbled out. “To think, I would dream of this.” He missed him dearly.

🔥• • dozing off was a very funny thing, torchic mused.  she awakened in a field of beautiful tall grass and flowers, completely alone at first—or at least, alone as far as she could see.  she was only a foot tall after all.  she wandered for a while, cheeping to try and alert anyone and everyone in the area, if there was anyone nearby.

and oh!  there!  if she craned her little neck, she could see a man looking out at something.  she tottered up, about to speak, but then she heard him talking, and paused to listen.  she had to try and jump into his arms, clinging onto his pocket with her beak to get up there, to look and see.

[ this is your dream? ]

she asked as she precariously dangled from his side.

[ why am i in your dream? ]

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im not passive-aggressive. im just aggressive. i dont even know what passive means. that doesnt make me stupid. ill fucking kill you

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