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dirt in your fingernails, blood on your knees, but did that ever make you happy? Gabriel Thibault. Closed RP blog affiliated with A Daring Frontier

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quiet down;

OPEN

For the past hour there had been a commotion in the gardens of the Parfum Palace. Crashes, bangs and at one point an explosion echoed across the grounds. While he was halfway through a tour the worst of it had occurred, causing both him and the visitors to stare in astonishment. Since he was closest to the garden, Gabe palmed off the group to another tour guide and hurried off to see was going on.

      Occasionally battles were held here. Trainers used the wider lawns as a battle arena but it was generally frowned upon by snobbier folk who preferred it to be quiet. Gabe wasn’t a snob himself, but he certainly preferred silence over the current noise. 

      Several trainers had scattered and left, only one person remaining in the area.

       “You know,” he started, pausing to adjust his tie in frustration. “We pay a lot of money to keep this place intact. This isn’t a second Battle Chateau.”

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     A pleased smile appeared onto her face as she received the positive answer. And again, she compelled to the happy Carbink’s requests to be given more attention. Junko looked at the little fruit offered out to her.

                          ’ —does Lou like these? ‘

she asked, taking the fruit into her own hand,

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Gabe’s shoulders were finally able to relax, at ease once he realised it wasn’t that difficult to be around children. Much less stressful than adults. Without a word he let the girl take the treat from his hand.

       He nodded. “Don’t worry about your hand, it won’t bite. Maybe give you a lick, if you’re lucky.”

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If the boy was irritated by Nora’s presence, the realisation flew right over her head. Nora knew she wasn’t the most intelligent, nor had the best perception in social situations. All she knew is that once someone raises their fists at her is when she gained the upper hand. The boy’s Pokemon- it was purple with gems for eyes, she’d never seen anything like it before- found an interest with her top and Nora couldn’t be more pleased. She’d thrifted it for a mere 400P back in Kalos and it was one of her most flattering pieces. Who didn’t love a little belly button, after all? Before she could reach down and hug the Pokemon, it was called back to its trainers side. Nora failed to hide the disappointment on her face. A feeling that was soon forgotten when he agreed to take a selfie with her. Nora boldly moved to pick up the Pokemon, hoping to hold it in shot of the camera lens if it let her. She cosied next to the boy and grinned wildly. “ Souriez! “

c l i c k !     “ That was great! “ she exclaimed happily, letting the Pokemon go (but silently debating whether to run off with the adorable little thing). As an afterthought, she added, “ I’m Nora, by the way. Who are you? What work do you do that makes you have to come all the way out to snap some old rocks? “

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At least the damn Sableye is enjoying this, Gabe thought bitterly. There was audible chirps from Aimé and soon felt a claw lightly scratch his bicep. She must’ve picked him up. Moments before the camera clicked he glanced over to see her grinning, holding the Pokemon for the photo. At last, he felt more relaxed and found it easier to put on a much more easygoing smile.

      Or so he thought. When Gabe saw how it had turned out, he almost spluttered in shock; while the woman seemed right at home in front of the camera, dazzling grin and all, he looked as if he had witnessed something horrifying and desperately tried to brush it off. Years forward from now it wouldn’t matter whatsoever, in fact, it may even be funny to him. That was what he told himself and it distracted him for a moment, until he remembered how disappointed she had looked when Aimé came back to his side. He’d already taken photos of what he needed, so a little while longer to talk wouldn’t hurt.

      “Here’s the photo,” almost forgot to show her. Hopefully, her reaction wouldn’t be similar to his and he held up the camera. “Not bad?”

      “Aimé,” Gabe drew back and spoke softly to the Sableye, chin tilted towards her. “You can go play again.”

      Chattering excitedly, he was fast to return in a bid for attention, claws gripping her clothes to climb up and reach her shoulders. He knew it wouldn’t hurt, since he’d taught Aimé to be gentle years ago.

“Gabe,” he nodded in return, snorting at her remark. “I work back in Kalos. These old rocks are for work, since I’m a historian. You?”

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unexpected company;

@azineasley

Scattered around the cavern walls were distorted images; a tall and wavy version of himself to his right, Aimé appearing to have several eyes on a crystal’s reflection ahead. The Sableye was content with scuttling around the chamber they’d stumbled into, tapping at various glassy stones. For a brief moment nostalgia tugged at his heart, remembering that this was the place he’d first caught the Pokemon. As he usually did, Aimé had begun to scale a wall and turned back to chatter at Gabe. Something was causing unease, though he wasn’t exactly sure what it was himself.

      Aimé’s gaze followed something behind and he pivoted around. It was difficult for anyone, even the most light-footed person, to walk around soundlessly on the stony ground within Reflection Cave. All sound echoed here. A few moments passed without alarm and he gave an exasperated sigh, turning back. As he glanced at the reflective wall, he jumped and swore loudly.

       “Shit!” Embarrassment tinted his cheeks and he cleared his throat, composed before he addressed the culprit. “You’d do better to let people know you’re in here. Not wise to sneak up on others.”

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📚

Send “📚” and I will flip to a random page in a book and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter.

The Hit - Melvin Burgess

“The cost of champagne is shocking these days,” Gabe said jokingly. Ailis had returned to the Parfum Palace for another party, no doubt to see the fireworks. As it was before, they’d escaped the drunken guests to the balcony. 

       “Maybe we’d do better to get in early to drink it before everyone else does.”

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📚

Send “📚” and I will flip to a random page in a book and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter.

Lord of the Flies - William Golding

Gabe was used to trainers visiting the Parfum Palace. In fact, many of them used more open parts of the garden as a practice and battle area. Halfway through a shift, he had to hury outside and inspect a hedge that was currently aflame. 

       To distract himself from the blasting his boss would give him over the singed foliage, he weakly attempted to humour the individual who’d set it alight. “We saw your smoke. What have you been doing? Having a war or something?”

Send “📚” and I will flip to a random page in a book and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter.

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Brows raised, a devilish smile crossed Nora’s expression. She appreciated the boy playing along with her. Made the long, lonely days in Unova thus far less mediocre.

   “ It’s my lucky day then, huh? ” she replied, words legible through her buttery Kalosian accent. She strolled towards him while adjusting a hooped earring which had hooked over her ear and comb through of the fronds from her fringed crop top across her belly button. “ I mean I don’t not like abandoned structures, it’s just– Woah! That’s a fancy camera dude. ” Nora squat down to have a better look at the aperture in his hands, all to tempted to touch it. She wasn’t working in the Hotel anymore, she couldn’t be putting her grubby hands all over rich peoples’ stuff like she used to. It took all her self-control to shove her hands in her pockets and keep them there.   “ Oh! I have an idea, we should take a “selfie” together!! ” Nora straightened her knees and gave him a cheesy grin, big brown eyes looking over her sunglasses keenly, “ Isn’t that what you Unovans love to do? It could be like your ‘welcome to the country’ present to me! You have a real cracker of a camera too. Your seflies must be super high quality! ”

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"Might be,” he snickered at the ridiculous thought. Gabe stared down at the camera, turning it in his hands. He shrugged; though it was an elaborate and rather expensive device, he didn’t think much of it anymore. “It’s for work. Ruins are what I came to explore today.”

      Whoever this woman was, he already found her far too boisterous. To avoid conversation he flicked through the images on it, pretending to be invested in the camera. The roll was currently filled with invaluable pictures of artefacts, documents and places ( along with several blurry ones where Aimé had decided to make himself the main subject, getting in the way ). When she squatted in front of him to peer at the camera, he ignored the biting urge to step back and distance himself. 

      Aimé, however, seemed to be over the moon around their new company. The Sableye neared and began to fiddle with the frayed ends of her shirt, tugging and stretching the material. One strand had almost ended up being chewed. Gabe cleared his throat and the Pokemon stepped back, waiting behind him. His pointer finger held down on a button and it emitted a small beep. 

       “Guess I can take a photo with you,” he forced a wry smile. “I’m not Unovan, but I can’t deny you the pleasure of a selfie.” Gabe felt silly when he raised the camera and turned it around, the lens facing him. If only his current expression didn’t cause him to look so uncomfortable. “Say ‘cheese’”.

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hitchhiker;

[tsukvyomi]

Roark huffed in annoyance, carefully climbing the rocks along the path while praying Amira would come back and find him. It really wasn’t often that the sneasel just left him to his own devices, big sister mode perpetually active it seems. Oh well, he would see her at the other end when he got there.

The brunet heard a shout and turned around, squinting at the giant slab of ice making its way ever closer. Oh. Thats a trainer on its back. Roark hummed to himself, eyeing the pair. “I would love a ride to the other end yes, if that is what you are offering?”

Serves Amira right for running ahead. She could bite his ass.

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“That’s what I’m offering,” Gabe repeated with an easy smile, though he was somewhat confused by the reaction. As he gripped the edge of Nina’s back his arm stretched down to offer an open hand. “Hop on.”

       After years of giving others a ride on the Avalugg, Gabe was able to expertly hoist him up. He pointed at a picnic blanket spread out behind him, weighed down by several books and a backpack. “Sit there, you won’t feel the cold from the ice.”

      He waited until the man was settled on the rug and crawled back over. With another click of his tongue they were off. Gabe briefly took in his surroundings. It was a familiar part of Kalos, with sweeping mountain ranges to one side and a glittering jewel that was the sea to the other. Cold air bit into his jacket and he fastened the zip, reaching for a thermos in his bag.

      “Want some?” He held out a spare mug. “It’s tea. From the looks of it back there, you weren’t having much fun. New to Kalos?”

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Since I’m totally pumped for the event and on a bit of a roll in terms of writing, I’m gonna do a starter call! All you have to do is like this post and for now I’ll cap it at 3, but please let me know if you would like an event-related thread otherwise I’ll assume you don’t. If you want to IM/Skype for plotting, that’s cool too and I’ll see what I can do for this grumpy old man :}

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enjoying the festivities;

@championofspirits

Over the years the Parfum Palace had held numerous exclusive events, but none were quite like the Articuno’s Eve ball. Everyone who worked there had made an impressive effort to ensure everything was just so, not a leaf out of place on the hedges or broken fairy light in sight. Somehow, the budget had nearly been exceeded in a bid to make it as spectacular as possible.

       Now, the hard work paid off. Earlier in the week his expensive suit was dry cleaned to perfection and currently he stood in front of his mirror, fastening a cuff and adjusting his tie. Trepidation caused his stomach to flip like a pancake. He’d had his fair share of exclusive guests, but there was one the novelty had never worn off of; Ziarae.

      He passed several painful hours of waiting with flutes of bubbling champagne, small talk with other guests and repetitive introductions. As soon as he heard the familiar chatter that signalled the arrival of someone important, he caught Ziarae’s name through the crowd. He spotted her unmistakable red hair almost immediately and wasted no time in approaching, a drink for her in hand.

      “It’s good to see you here, Ms. Caglistro.” Formal as ever. He offered the glass and stole a quick up and down of her dress. “Please, enjoy the night.”

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sleeping beauty;

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With an amused expression, she looked down on the crowd of people gathering around in the garden, and those that looked like they had to put in all effort possible to manage to walk back into the palace to leave. “What’s the point of drinking so much you will struggle just leaving, and then feel like crap the next morning?” Personally she didn’t see the “fun” in getting wasted, especially not at something as high-class as this party.

But just then the firework show started, and all previous thoughts just vanished. Ailis leaned over on the railing again, looking up at the sparks dancing in the sky over their heads with widened eyes. To her, it was almost like it was of another world. She had seen fireworks before, but never quite like these. “It’s like magic…” she whispered in between all the noise, making it almost impossible to hear.

She almost even felt a bit sad when it suddenly stopped, but despite that kept on smiling. Hearing Gabriel speak up, the blonde turned to look at him again, letting out a chuckle. “Fit for a champion? I’d say it’s fit for a king,” she replied. “But, being serious, that really was the most impressive firework show I have ever seen. Though, I can’t say I have seen many more fireworks than the ones at New Year…”

Her attention turned back to the people down in the garden as even more of them seemed to say their good byes and leave now. “I guess it’s bedtime for tipsy rich people now,” she said in a joking tone. “Earlier I would want nothing more than to leave, but after this firework show I’m suddenly filled with energy again. It’s not possible to walk around the palace, is it?”

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"Depends,” Gabe folded his arms. “Guess they don’t want to waste the expensive champagne. I wouldn’t either, if I were them.”

      That was partly true; if his colleagues were able to scavenge a spare bottle of alcohol to share amongst themselves, they never failed to put it to good use after the event had finished. It was rather hard to suppress the grin on his face at Ailis’ reaction to the fireworks. Anyone who saw the display from such a place in the palace was bound to react in a similar manner. The view was certainly unlike any other.

      “Glad you like the show,” he replied. “They’re better than the fireworks during New Year. More expensive, since we have rich guests to please.”

      He paused to consider the request. Though most guests were expected to return home once the celebrations had ended, it wasn’t as if either of them would damage anything if they explored. Besides, people were still here; he could hear the music blaring from the speakers in the garden and insistent chatter. Gabe detached himself from the nearby pillar he had leaned on, unfolding his arms to absentmindedly crack his knuckles.

         “Hmm,” he pondered. “I’d get in trouble if it were somebody else, but a Champion won’t cause too much concern. The palace hasn’t been locked up yet and judging from the time, there’s still an hour and a bit to go.”

         Walking towards the exit at the balcony, Gabe glanced down both ways of the hall to check for any intoxicated guests. At least several times before, they had passed out on furniture that was meant to be left untouched. It was much like a house to him, but more expansive and valuable.

         To one end of the corridor, Gabe gestured with his hand for Ailis to follow. “Come on, the door is still open. How would you like to see the King’s bedroom?”

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"A large Dragonite told me you came by a Dratini egg?" Professor Madrone peeks from behind the Dragonite's back she is saddling. Ulric is staring at the egg. ((( finally remembered this woman's pw--

“Did it?” Gabe didn’t remember seeingsuch a Dragonite before, nor did he remember seeing the white-haired woman sittingatop it. He stared at the Pokemon egg Aimé cradled ( and eyed somewhat hungrily). “Any particular reason you’reinterested?”

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Of course it was the egg. Well at least it wasn’t a picture of him shirtless or something, least she would have probably ripped his head off. It was something of importance.

Sighing, she began to reply, getting on up from her comfy bed, walking to her closet to change. Might as well. 

“Don’t worry I’m on my way…”

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It seemed that Ziarae had agreed to providing much more help than he expected. Nobody he’d ever known, including himself, would get out of bed in the middle of the night for such a ridiculous reason. 

      Hurriedly he slipped on a sweater over his singlet and paced his bedroom nervously. His eyes were glued on the egg. It had stopped moving now, he noticed with a faint sense of relief. But maybe that was bad, too. He didn’t know.

      The chime of the doorbell broke Gabe out of his small panic and he made his way to the front door, opening it to let Ziarae in. “A text would’ve been enough,” he finally muttered. “Didn’t have to come here.”

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i had to do it

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The shadow of a large flying Pokemon swept over the forest clearing. An Aerodactyl extended her wings, noisily catching the wind as she descended in circles. Once landed, a disgruntled human perched atop the Fossil Pokemon dismounted to stretch her back out and look around.

   “ Oh good. Ruins. Fun. That’s the last time I ever let you make a detour. ” Why Zip wanted to have a loot at some old rocks, she had no clue. The Aerodactyl didn’t waste any time stomping her big feet over to a half-standing wall and stared scratching curiously at the surface. Nora looked at the back of the Pokemon’s head and shook her head with a sigh. She really wanted to get to Castelia City before nightfall but now it was looking less and less likely. The trainer swung around lazily and was amazed to see someone else already there. The heck? This was in the middle of nowhere!   “ And who are you, my future husband or something? ” She called out sarcastically to the stranger. Fate kept kicking her in the ass but it hadn’t been very clear about what it wanted her to do.

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The only reason Gabe left Kalos was to visit a ruin or two. As long as he got the chance to see what he wanted to see, it didn’t matter how far he went. Unova was his current port of call, considering the region was littered with several ruins. It took little more than a short walk through a forest to reach the area he had become interested in, Gabe grateful that it appeared to be untouched.

      For almost an hour he and Aimé explored the ruins. It had several levels and was completely silent but at one point he thought he’d heard another’s voice. Both he and his Sableye paused to look in the direction of the sound but soon dismissed it in favour of a new finding. Gabe saw Aimé look back to where the noise came from again but didn’t hear anything himself, continuing to record notes and take photographs. He exited the ruins through an opening at the back of the structure and spied movement as he turned the corner.

      What he then saw was the impressive span of an Aerodactyl’s wings. Had a woman not shouted at him, something about a “future husband”, he wouldn’t have almost dropped his expensive camera in fright. After several curse words muttered under his breath Gabe willed himself to relax. Humour the woman, even. Better force a smile while he’s at it, or a least a more pleasant expression.

       “Maybe,” a smile quirked the edges of his mouth. “But from the sounds of it, you’re not too fond of this place.”

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gabe when are u asking out your regional champ

“When I feel like it.”

When I man up.