Flygon, The Mystic Pokémon

Uhh, hm! It’s French??

She shrugs

Last and first name both! But I don’t expect you to guess my last name. Worry about that later!

Six letters, two vowels! The vowels are the same letter.

She smiles wide and grabs his hands; starts swinging them

That good?

She lets go quickly and twirls herself humming

If you don’t really want to guess, though, I can tell you later!

-He frowned, his brow furrowing as he went deep into thought. It took him quite a while to come up with any answers, having stood there for a good few minutes with the same expression.-

Let's see...

-He didn't know which names were specifically French, so he just started giving names that matched the other criteria.-

Roxana! Sacha? Uh... Sarrah? Oh! Selene! Wait, no, that... That's got three... Sydnee?

-He was going to give himself a headache.-

The Audino fishes a pair of cat’s eye sunglasses from his pocket (they were pink of course) and popped them on with a giggle.”Oh! That’s probably a good idea…” he nodded, glancing around for a moment before he spotted one, pulling it over and plopping himself down in it.

He was a little curious about all the scars…especially since there were so many! But then he also didn’t want to be rude. Maybe he’d ask later?

"I’m sorry i don’t have any kinda lotion with me," he said as he slid his hands over Vincent’s shoulders, gentle for now as he started kneading out a few knots.

"I-..." He paused, staring at the glasses before laughing with a litttle snort. "You're such a dork," he muttered while rolling his eyes. "Were you seriously just carrying those around?"

Striding over, the Flygon made himself comfortable at Noa's feet and thanked himself for keeping the heating on; it was alredy cold enough with a shirt on; sitting here without one wouldn't have done him any favours, and-...

Well, as soon as the Audino had started the work on his shoulders, Vincent practically melted. Sure, he felt sore in some places, but that didn't stop it from feeling good. Quite quickly, a low rumble of a draconic purr worked quietly in his throat and the tip of his tail flicked back and forth as if it belonged to a pleased cat.

"Oh man..." He was grinning like an idiot. "I am so glad I didn't refuse your offer..."

The Audino couldn’t help grinning and giggling a little. “Should I put on some sunglasses?” he joked.

Noa definitely wasn’t trained in healing, but he had a little knowledge, and better yet, gentle soothing hands (at least when he wanted them to be). "Did you wanna lay down or sit up while I rub? Either works fine by me, so whichever is more relaxing for you!"

"It's advisable," his grin simply widened while the Flygon looked rather pleased with himself.

"Eh... Sittin' up will probably be best. That way you don't have t' sit on my ass while workin' your magic, yeah?" Yep, even his butt felt sore. Vincent would feel his buns ache whenever he walked; getting up and down the stairs was torture.

He didn't hesitate before sliding off his simple black shirt and rolling his shoulders with a grunt, revealing the cornucopia of pale scars that covered his front and back. "You wanna sit in a chair for support, or...? Last thing we need is you getting a back ache, too."

Oh, I don’t?

A surprised look, she straightens her legs together, her heels clicking. She looks down at herself with perplexity.

Phooey.. But anywho!

Sweety, of course, isn’t my real name, silly.

She suddenly pulls forward, scooping him up in a big, surprisingly warm hug as she spins around with a happy hum. She releases him in a flurry of sparkles.

If you wanna get to know me enough, I’ll tell you my real name!

You can guess, too, if you want!

A wink.

It starts with an S, just like Sweety! But you don’t have to guess it right now!

It ain't? -He arched an eyebrow while looking thoughtful, but before he could try to guess, his vision was clouded by an explosion of pink and glitter; a wave of dizziness also hit the dragon from the spinning.-

HOLY CRAP, YOU WEREN'T KIDDIN'.

-He coughed a little; now his insides had a layer of sparkles.-

A- -He coughed again.- An S, huh? Don't I get any other clues?

Noa: ooh...well that would make anyone have a bad day ::he frowns a little and hugs him:: is there anything I can do? Can I give you a backrub or something like that?

-He 'erred' and 'aahed' for a moment, wondering if a massage would do him any good. His skin felt painfully sensitive, as if he were covered in bruises... But then again, Noa was an Audino. Weren't Audinos natural healers, or... Something like that?-

... I guess we could try the backrub? S'long as you don't mind bein' blinded by my awesome body. HAH.

-He gave him a shit eating grin and a playful wink, even going so far to do a little finger-gun motion. God, trying to be himself while feeling shitty was exhausting.-

eeeeeee I’m a clown

I live to make people happy!

Oops

She giggles to herself

Guess I can’t say that anymore, huh?

She curtsies, though it looks strange in her tutu. There’s a small smile on her bright face as she bats her thick eyelashes.

My name is Sweety Delight. But you can call me Sweety!

I warn you, though—I give glittery hugs!

... You don't look like a clown...

-He rubbed the back of his head, his antennae twitching anxiously. The comment about her not being able to say 'live' anymore made him give her an awkward grin; how could she be so peppy about dying?-

Sweety. Huh... Can't say I've ever that be a name before. But! -He shrugged, his tail curling slightly.- A glittery hug don't bother me at all, lil' lady. I'll just have t' take a shower, won't I?

Noa: ::drapes his arms over Vinny’s shoulders:: what’s the matter?

-He flinched a bit, not having hear Noa approach him.-

WHAT AR- Oh.

-He instantly relaxed with a small smile.-

It's... Dang, it's nothin' important. I just... -He let out a heavy sigh.- Physically, I ain't... feelin' too great. I'm always havin' ups and downs, you know?

-He gave the Audino a dumb grin; elaborating might just make the Audino feel awkward, so he said nothing more.-

I'm jus' all... -He rolled his shoulders.- Achey.

Do you want a hug (˘⌣˘ * )

I have tentacles. I give great hugs. (ᅌᴗᅌ* )

UUUUUH...

I'll have the hug as long as you keep those tentacles tO YOURSELF.

Wait a minute, I don't even know who you are...

I'M...

Having a bad day.

Dang.

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*raises an eyebrow* I wouldn’t say that, because that could apply to other things too…. like mail *frowns a little* Yeah, but don’t you want something better? Eating like you’re in a restaurant all day can be boring and bad, but so can eating pizza all day

*walks behind the flygon* So what’s it like being a dragon?

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Yeah, but mail gets a package somewhere sooner than gettin' it there yourself.

-He entered his home, holding the door open for his temporary chef.- Well, I don't just eat pizza. There's lots of other take out food too, ain't there? I've always got variety! Pizza just... happens to be one of my favourites.

-His antennae twitched upwards.- Uh... Dang, you know how to ask a good question, don't ya? -He ran a hand through his hair.- I dunno; it's okay, I guess? Nothing special? I mean, a lot of people seem to give us a lot of praise, but... With that comes quite a lot of expectations, you know?

-He frowned.-

Dragons are supposed to be strong. Fast. Tough. And if you're not any of those things? Sometime's you don't feel good enough. Or maybe that's just me.

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Zek:YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Wh- DUDE.

WHY ARE YOU SO PUMPED ABOUT IT?

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ghostsashesbatsandseas

But it has so many flavorants, chemicals and whatnots that it tastes way different from the real deal! And there’s also the way they cook them! You don’t cook everything at the same place!

Fine *rolls his eyes* Can I see if you have stuff to make a snack out of in the meantime? *sighs*

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Cooking takes too long! I don't like cooking... Who wants to stand there preparing everything for ages when you can get a meal in, like, two minutes? -He huffed, his tail flicking irritably.- I'm still alive, so it can't be that bad.

-Snorting, her turned and motioned for the Horsea to follow him.- Yeah, yeah... Should have stuff for a sandwich at the very least.

I found a really comfy hoodie on sale.

I'm gonna mope around in it all day.

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... I might get a tattoo.

All down my arm.

MIGHT.

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#330 - Flygon

Type - Ground/Dragon

Flygon is nicknamed “the elemental spirit of the desert.” Because its flapping wings whip up a cloud of sang, this pokémon is always enveloped in a sandstorm while flying. The wings create a series of notes that sound like singing. Because the “singing” is the only thing that can be heard in a sandstorm, this pokémon is said to be the desert spirit.

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EXCUSE ME FOR NOT WANTING TO KILL ANIMALS GOD