[ Nevar 4get ]
Color Me Curious

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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[ Nevar 4get ]
HEY GUYS IT’S ME PLEASE LISTEN TO THIS <3
—-❅❆❄ Turning to face the blushing man Eira can only smile seductively. A finger tracing patterns of nothing really circle around the center of his chest. “About me, hmm?” She asks, crooning out the last syllable of her sentence. Why she had no intention of telling him her past. He was merely eye candy to be enjoyed and she was growing tired of him. He quickly turned boring, Leon was much more interesting. Grabbing the front of his shirt she yanks him viciously towards herself and crushes her lips to his. The kiss was short and scalding despite her lips feeling oh so freezing. She pulls away and pushes him away. “I am a powerful sorceress who crush rocks like you with utter ease. Now go — before I freeze you solid.”
— ☗☗
“B-But Eira! I thought what we had was special!” A hand clutched at his now broken heart. Defeated, he fell to the ground, head hanging low in defeat.
“I thought we would be together forever...” The young fool seemed to be fading, his body starting to dissipate into the air.
“I’ll never forget you, Eira! I’ll treasure that kiss for the rest of my days!!” He was almost gone, now, his visage blowing away like dust in the wind...
Catch this guy? Patrick only had a moment to truly ponder the meaning behind these enigmatic words—
And then the creature appeared. A dancing tower of doom with a killer party hat and his own dance lights, suddenly in front of him.
Like magic.
“WOOHOO! DANCE PARTY!”
And he jumps right in and boogies beside his new dancing friend.
— ☗☗
“What move is that? Is it teeter dance? Ludicolo don’t get confused! Use razor leaf!”
. . . Ludicolo has other ideas though. The idea of a dance party is rather appealing, so he’s going to ignore his trainer and joing the dancing star. Looks like he accidentally used rain dance.
“Oh no! Ludicolo, I don’t have an umbrella with me! Or my drying frying pan!”
❝Of course your…Pokédex doesn’t have any…data on it. See, these are a very rare Pokémon. Very rare. Congrats on finding one, man.❞
— ☗☗
“RARE?! Wow, I’ve gotta catch one now! HHG WHAT IF I CAN’T FIND IT AGAIN?! Will you help me out?”
❛ What are you going on about? They’re not any ‘type’ — they’re just Chocobos! You know, you ride them to other towns and stuff, and they eat Gysahl Greens and every kid wants to have their own — Chocobos! ❜
— ☗☗
“Well they can’t be just ‘Chocobos’ silly. Every Pokémon has a type after all! Maybe if I catch one my Pokédex will give me some information. But who should I use to weaken it? Hmm...”
❝…I dunno what you’re talking about, but you’re wrong. Try again.❞
— ☗☗
“NOOoo! I thought I had it right for sure! Guess my knowledge isn't as up to snuff as I thought it was.. So are they just flying type? Normal & flying? You’ve gotta give me a hint man! My Pokédex doesn't have any data on it.”
“Nah, I don’t believe in exercising.” He pats his tummy fondly, watching his pink flesh ripple across his body.
“Yep, been workin on this baby for some time now. Not gonna let some trainer ruin it for me.”
— ☗☗
“No trainer? Perfect!”
He holds out a Pokéball, ready to battle the weird starfish Pokémon.
“Okay Ludicolo, let’s catch this guy!” In a flashy flare of red light emitted from the strange sphere, a rather odd creature appears.
“Ludicolo!!”
—-❅❆❄ This poor fool had no idea. Caught like a fly in a spider’s web and he could hardly recognize he was the fly. “Hmmm Brock, such a hardy name. Mine is Eira and is definitely as cold as you claim. So tell me about yourself and where you’re from. That’s not an uncommon thing you know?” She lead him down the street pointing out various buildings, knowing they could not possibly be this Pokecenter but pretending to think and ask if they were all the same. “I’m afraid that your Pokecenter is probably not a part of this world.”
— ☗☗
“Eira.. The most beeaaautiful name I’ve ever heard~” His voice was as sugary sweet as syrup, expression more doki doki desu than a shojo anime.
“Well, I come from Kanto and I used to be a Gym Leader there, but I’m traveling a lot most of these days. But enough about me, I want to here about you.”
In the presence of the most recent woman of his affections he seems to have forgotten all about finding a Pokécenter. Oh well.
Unrejected; Hey guys! I thought it would be important to let everyone know that even though Brock will be hitting on every woman he sees, there will be no NSFW content on this blog! I’m going to put it in the rules too but I just wanted to make sure everyone was aware!
—-❅❆❄ He fell for her charms a little too easy but Eira was pleased all the same. She laughs gently from his praise and walks into his space draping an arm around her shoulders. “Well I’m lucky I found you and not some old lecher. Whatever would I have done?”
— ☗☗
“HA HA Ha hA don’t worry my cool beauty! I’ll keep you safe from people with unsavory intentions! My name is Brock. What may I call you my gorgeous lady?”
❛ Pokemon…?
Are you talking about the Chocobos? Everybody knows they can’t fly. I don’t really know what you mean by electric type, though. They’re just birds… ❜
What is with this guy?
— ☗☗
“...Not electric type you say? Well maybe they’re just flying type then. Or maybe normal & flying type like Pidgey. Not all secondary flying types can learn fly after all.
I am shocked to hear that they aren’t electric type though...”
“Wait! You look just like Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy!! Oh, oh, what superhero are you?!”
— ☗☗
“Ha ha I’m no super hero, just a Pokémon breeder in training.” He starts to rummage through his backpack.
“Mermaids and barnacles huh? Guess that means you’re a water type! Do you have a trainer?”
❝ 風を恐れる —
❝Pokécenter? I don’t follow.❞
— ☗☗
”Oh it’s uh--” he stopped mid-sentence, jaw dropping at the sight of the scantily clad woman addressing him.
“ThAAT’s noT IMPORTANT HA HA HA HELLO MY NAME IS BROCK HOW MAY I SERVE YOU, MY GODDESS?” Down onto one knee he falls, head bowing before the bodacious blonde before him.
—-❅❆❄
Whoa talk about a hunk. Instead of feeling annoyed Eira smiles kindly and responds in a smooth sultry tone, “I’m afraid I don’t know what that is. But I’ll help you find one.”
-- ☗☗
His heart skips a beat, sudden heat rising to his cheeks. What a beauty! It must’ve been his lucky day.
“Hehehe, why thank you very much Miss! I must say I’m really lucky to have such a gorgeous lady show me around town!”
— ☗☗
“Hey, do you know what type of Pokémon those giant birds outside of town are? I’d guess a flying & electric type based on that bright yellow plumage...”
He’s so sure he got the feathered fiend’s typing correct.
“Patrick Star, reporting for duty!”
— ☗☗
“Wow! I’ve never seen a Pokémon like that before! Looks like he can talk like Team Rocket’s Meowth..”