A big wave in fighting!

Independent gameverse! Gym Leader Brawly ♫ It's funny how it all comes back when you're trying to forget it. ♫ |tracking: dewforddude | additional FC: Takebe Yohei disclaimer: Mun owns none of the artwork or icons used on this blog unless stated otherwise.

[engulfingflames]

Flannery pulled her hair up into a ponytail with her hands and turned from side to side, deeming her hair too curly and letting it fall back into place. She quickly grabbed her brush and ran it through her hair to rid herself of most of the modifications before putting her hair up into a ponytail.

Perfect! Now it looked rather soft! She was sure it’d last through the trip and the dinner.

The knock on the door and Brawly’s voice caused a panic inside of the redhead, jolting her into a run as she rushed around her bedroom, grabbing her heels and her purse, slipping them on and only stopping at a mirror to put on lipstick.

“Coming! I-I’m coming!” She yelled, walking to the front door and opening it, jaw dropping ever so slightly at the sight. Who would of thought she’d see the day were Brawly got all dressed up?

Wait. Play it cool.

“Wow! Look at you! All dolled up! I don’t think I’ve seen you dressed like this before!” She stated, reaching out and pulling a fallen blue hair from his shoulder.

“S-So… Whats the plan for tonight?”

[dewforddude]

The door opened and he sucked in another quick breath, bracing himself for-- what, exactly? Berating himself for not barging in like he normally would have and instead dealing with this bracing-for-who-knows-what mentality he’d suddenly been struck with, a voice and a touch to his shoulder brought him back for a start, his sudden jerking pulling his vision up from his shoes.

And there was Flannery, looking far more pretty, present, and punctual than he.

“Great!” No, no, he meant to say ‘hi, Flannery, you look great!’. Again.

“Nice!” NO. No, no. NO. Again! “....Wonderful?” … Perfect. What was next, ‘don’t mind’?!

But if he slapped himself now, it’d be too obvious. He settled for leaning against the door’s frame, crossing his arms, and jutting his lip out at her, his line of sight flickering to and away from her at uneven intervals. “I-- I dressed up when I was getting qualified for the gym leader thing, you know!” Forgoing his attempts at addressing her-- he straightened up and pushed his bangs from his face.

“Ah, dinner! Dinner, at this really cool place in Lilycove! Dewford Hall has a little section where the food critics of town gather and they rate some really swell spots, and this place supposedly has different themed rooms-- I hear they even have all the gyms represented. Hehe!”

Oh. Wait. He was trying to play it aloof, but somewhere mid-explanation, he’d begun pushing himself up on his tippy toes, arms halfway raised, grin splayed across his face excitedly. Clearing his throat, and reaffirming his previous posture, he sheepishly finished, “There’s a Salamence taking us there just outside if, uh, if you’re ready--...”

[exphemera-deactivated20170110]

          ╰❀╮ Her heart might jump out of her chest it’s beating so rapidly– face turning red, suppressing a deep breath. It takes all her strength to be composed from the shock. Arceus, on impulse she wants to reach for some sort of self defense. She only stops when she recognizes what she’d assumed was her assailant. The dull beating pain in her heart doesn’t stop that easily. She has to take a breath before answering. 

                           It ticks, ticks, ticks– 

                          And all she can reply with is a small: “Y-you too–” 

                                …and “S-shoot.” 

[dewforddude]

Blissfully oblivious of the shock he’s incited, Brawly doesn’t hesitate to jump into the heart of the matter, beaming at her invitation to go ahead with his inquiry. “I knew I could count on you! Which is why I decided I couldn’t leave all the hard work to you, so I went ahead and started researching a bit on my own. 

“Fame via a viral spread. Eh? Eh?! After watching hours and hours of the world’s most popular videos, I totally understand that there’s gotta be a really strong fail involved-- so, my question to you is this: what is the best way to ensure a failure?! But-- but not a normal failure. It has to be good. Like, good. You know? Good. A good failure!”

[dragxnbreaths]

Regardless of how stubborn of a woman she was, Clair could not keep a straight expression; seeing that horsea shoot a barrage of goo splotches smack dab onto its holder’s face was priceless. She laughed & laughed until it was painful, wiping the tears from her watery lids. 

“Now that’s what I call a dragon at heart!” Whether or not Brawly’s apology was authentic did not matter; “You deserved that.”

[dewforddude]

What a joke-- why did it always take him becoming the joke?! Swiping the gunk from his eyes aggressively, Brawly glared first at the offending Horsea, and then over at the laughing women, pointedly shaking out his hand in her general direction. “I knew you guys would get along great.”

Funny-- when he’d first imagined himself uttering those words, he’d pictured it with much more enthusiasm, and the potential of feeling touched being present, maybe, too.

Although… Despite himself, a small grin did work its way to the corner of his mouth. It was hard to ignore a genuine laugh.

[dewforddude]

Royalty AU | Guarduation Day!

[dojodarling-moved-blog]

Maylene took a moment to appreciate her blade. Custom crafted when she came of age and after being accepted into the elite guard academy. It was one of the most beautiful swords she had ever laid eyes on, and she considered herself lucky to be in possession of something so great. It was all hers and no one could take it away from her. It was nice to say that about something.

If her interest wasn’t already completely in the other’s hands, it was now as she watched the other draw in the dirt. She frowned as she saw that it was hangman. Of all people, Brawly should have known she hated hangman. With a passion at that. The smile on her face quickly fell into a frown. “I hate this game. I can  never win.” And being the sore loser she was, anything she knew she wasn’t good at was something she never wanted to do. If she wasn’t winning, she wasn’t happy. Call her arrogant or annoying, but she just wanted to be the best at what she could be the best at.

She puffed out her cheeks slightly at the comment. How dare he afterall, she had only been working at her training her entire life. To even insinuate that she wouldn’t be able to land a blow on the other at all was just as insulting as making her play hangman and knowing how bad she was at language. She dropped her stance and crossed her arms over her chest, eyebrows knotted and a deep set frown on her features.

“Fine…. but if I win, I get your bread tonight at dinner.” Afterall, she did love bread. And there was really nothing else she needed from the other. So that seemed fair. All he had to do now was stake his prize.

[dewforddude]

Bread? It almost seemed like a waste-- but as the thought unfolded itself and presented him with the picture of the rest of his dinner sans his bread, he could see the appeal in the wager. Puffing his cheeks out, Brawly swung his blade around loosely, lazy flourishes flashing out as he pondered the perfect counter bet. “Okay, fine. And if I win, you gotta teach me that move-- you know the one? Yeah. YEAH.”

Though the prospect of more food was horribly tempting and he almost wanted to withdraw his previous utterance… Until he remembered how prone Maylene was to winning when pitted against him. Grumbling under his breath, Brawly pushed the thought of a hot plate away and attempted to clear his mind in preparation. A grin followed through, assisting with the task.

“Then… whenever you’re ready.” He ceased his swinging and lifted his blade properly, blue eyes fastening to her weapon and hesitating-- its craftsmanship was definitely something to behold! But what a time to recognize it.

[engulfingflames]

Flannery’s fingers made her way to his hands when she was spun around and blinded, her fingertips brushing against his knuckles in gentle confusion. There was no figuring out what Brawly was thinking… So, most of the time she just went with it. She nodded at his request, it wasn’t all that difficult, and if it made his life easier for whatever reason, she would do it without hesitation.

“See you at six, alright?” She asked, feeling his arms wrap around her waist and hug her tightly, forcing a giggle out of her system before she took a deep breath and started counting to fifty as slow as possible, looking behind her at the end to see that Brawly had left long before she stopped counting. Well, she would see him later.

“I really should of considered that I don’t know how to dress up before I said yes…”

Wearing her only black dress and turning to look at herself from every angle, she was sure she was a lost cause. She barely knew how to walk in heels, how was she going to go through the whole dinner without embarrassing herself? She ran her fingers through her curled hair as she looked at herself in a mirror. She looked like someone else…

Perhaps if she put her hair up in a ponytail?

Where did she put her hair tie?

[dewforddude]

Knock. He looked down at his fist and willed it to do so, a bead of sweat trailing down his temple. His concentration was ferocious, but even Master Bruno’s harshest training couldn’t have conditioned him to bring his knuckles forward the final distance.

With a sharp inhale, he decided to take his hesitation and make a sort of transference of energy-- he looked himself down once more, one final time. A black vest, buttoned up, an off white dress shirt beneath, his best dark wash pants, and a cool pair of shoes he’d picked off at the Hall the other week. His hair had been near impossible to tame, but it had looked tidier than usual before he’d left.

Before he left. Leaving his Pokemon in charge of the place with a cool wave-- and then ending up at Flannery’s door as a walking nerve, waiting to be set off.

He just had to see her-- once she crossed his vision, he’d be sure to relax and fall back into his normal groove! YEAH. FOR SURE.

Although, the worry of fudging up a good location for dinner was crossing his mind and-- no. NO MORE.

He rapped the back of his hand against the door, clearing his throat loudly. “Flannery…? AHEM. FLAN. I’M HERE. PRESENT, PRETTY, AND PUNCTUAL!”

[clxssicist]

The archaeologist finched as she heard the cry of someone falling into her excavating hole. Jeez, couldn’t anyone pay attention? Scurrying over to the site, she peeked over the edge of her hole. “H-Hello? You okay?

[dewforddude]

“HRNGH…” Brawly grunted loudly as he rolled over on hisback, throwing up an arm automatically. “—Present…! I told you all I’d make itto school on time today--…”

Shaking himself out of the fall-induced stupor, Brawly satup, rubbing the dirt out of his mussed up locks. “Who put this hole in mykitchen?!” –Or, maybe the stupor had yet to be completely swiped away.

[rankingtwentysix]

     Ah, the beach. It was like a third home to Kendria - despite the rocks and the occasional Krabby, it had one of her favorite atmospheres in the world. She could let herself get distracted. There was nearly no chance of there being any Magmas, because of its closeness to the base; it would be suicide to even think about hanging around.

     So that’s what she had decided to do on her day off. Move from the docks and maybe relax a bit on the beach with her Poliwag and Tadpole. She had just been surveying for a spot near the shoreline to sit when she felt a blanket of sand on her; in her hair and covering the Poliwag tucked under her arm like a beach ball.

     Cough. Cough. Once she felt like the wasn’t about to breathe in a bucket of sand and die at the hands of Groudon, she moved to shake the sand out of her hair – and felt it stick to it, instead.

     This was a weird turn of events – but at least the Poliwag seemed happy, with a cheerful “Li - liwag!”

     The grunt coughed again, looking over to the one who was responsible for her being completely covered in water. 

     “Uh -” Cough. “Yeah, thanks, dude. Much better.”

[dewforddude]

“I’m—“ Brawly paused, consideration flashing over his eyesbefore breaking into a wide grin and saluting the presently soaked girl. “—happyto have been of service! We’ll be here all day! Right, Breloom?!”

The grass type fighter responded by attending to thedrenched Poliwag, tossing a small towel over it, bowing profusely for itstrainer’s negligence to natural effects to the girl and Pokemon in kind. Brawlypouted at his partner, receiving a reprimanding glower immediately on sight.

“It’s like you didn’t hear her! She said, ‘much better,’which definitely means much better!” He gestured to the girl with a swing ofhis arms—and proceeded to double take. Rubbing his eyes, he blinked the saltysea air out of them, squinting towards the unfamiliar person’s face—and so itwas. He’d seen her correctly.

“WHOA—Okay. Okay, okay, okay! Listen, don’t panic, but I—I’msorry, but it’s a total possibility that I—I—I BROKE YOUR EYES. I’M SO SORRY. IWASHED OFF ONE OF YOUR EYE’S CORRECT COLOR. I’m just—super unsure now; did Iclear off the blue or the brown? WHICH ONE’S DIFFERENT…?!”

Oh. Wait. A fist went down on his open palm. “Oh! I justwashed off one of your contacts! …And now you CAN’T SEE. I AM SO SORRY.”

[spectralclairvoyant-deactivated]

Morty looked at the place he’d pinned the tail to and felt his cheeks redden slightly. Oh Steven, I’m so sorry, he thought to himself, before the band was yanked off his head. “What? No! It’s not transparent at all!” he laughed, though slightly worried at what Brawly might do with his precious headband. Not the headband! He sprinted after him, wondering whether it would be worth reaching into his pocket to have Mismagius teleport him ahead of Brawly. 

“I swear, Brawly, I will take away those stupid toe shoes you wear!” he snickered as he pursued him.

[dewforddude]

“YOU THINK I’D LEAVE THOSE IN AN UNSAFE AREA KNOWING HOW THEGENERAL POPULATION FEELS ABOUT THEM? HA. YOU HAVE UNDERESTIMATED ME FOR THELAST TIME, MORTIMUS MAXIMUS!” Brawly continued sprinting down the way, asomewhat maniacal laugh surfacing to cut through his panting. If only he couldget to a safe place to properly determine whether this headband met theNational League of Pin-the-Tail-on-the-Donkey’s official headband rules.

“You won’t catch me!”

[dewforddude]

Royalty AU | Guarduation Day!

[dojodarling-moved-blog]

In all honesty, all Maylene could think about was how nervous she was. She had known the academy her whole life. It was all she knew. Even when she inquired about staying at the academy as a teacher or an aid, she had been denied. You must have experience under your belt to even be an aid here, Maylene. Yeah, of course.

Looking up from her blank patch of dirt, she stared at Brawly for a moment, before giving him a weak smile. “It looks go… Oh.” She frowned again as he kicked at the mediocre drawing. But never the less, she too up her own stick and began to draw her sword in the dirt. Her tongue stuck out a little bit as she scribbled what sort of resembled her sword. With a shrug she tossed the stick to the side and leaned back on her arms. She squinted and looked up at the other; if it wasn’t for Brawly she probably would have been up in her bunk worrying over tomorrow.

The sunlight felt good on her skin, even if she knew that she was going to regret it later. But it was rare for the sun to peak out so early in the year, so everyone was outside taking advantage of it. She turned and looked at all the others that would too graduate with her and Brawly. People that she had met at different points in her life, but still felt like some sort of strange dysfunctional family. She knew, that maybe it wouldn’t be fore all of them, but for some of them she would risk her life and they would do the same for her.

Getting up, Maylene stretched out, trying to get rid of some of the tension in her muscles. You couldn’t be limber when you felt like your muscles were a brick afterall. 

The other’s question caught her attention, and she shot him a raise of her eyebrow. She dodged the hilt of his sword the second time he moved to jab at her, and pulled out her own. A mischievous smile lifted her face and she tilted her head to the side. “Do you even need to ask?”

[dewforddude]

So speedy! It appeared that it’d be the object of Brawly’senvy, even right ‘til the end. He grinned at her response, excitedly hopping upand down in place with his blade directed downward as she took out her ownweapon. “I didn’t want to lose any points for over-eagerness again, so Ithought I could start by popping a question instead and—“ And he was bouncingon the balls of his feet like an over-eager fool. Again.

Clearing his throat, he took a step back into his stance,purposely settling himself before the drawing of the sword Maylene had etchedout, reaching out a little ways to draw a few lines under it with a picked upstick in his left hand, making it look like a really bad version of hangmancommencing beneath her doodled weapon.

“Look, look. Wanna make it interesting? For every time youcan tap my armor, I’ll let you guess a letter. You either win by taking me downcompletely or finishing the message. What do you think?!”

They were both motivated individuals, Brawly and Maylene.Or, at least, Brawly believed the two of them to be. Even so, he occasionallycame up with ideas like this—games to keep them one notch more into whatevertraining they were working to master. Then again, it was sometimes these littlewagers that would get them into trouble…

But this one wouldn’t have any such side effects. He wouldn’twant to jeopardize the big day for anything. “But, you know, that’d mean you’dhave to strike me at least once.” Though there wasn’t anything wrong in eggingher on a little!

[dragxnbreaths]

“…Brawly?? What on earth!!” She was exasperated, if that wasn’t made so clear by her overly dramatized eyeroll. 

“You have a lot of nerve disappearing for almost a year without saying so much as a word!! Then you finally return & the first thing you expect me to do is take in this wild pokemon! What kind of friend does that??”

[dewforddude]

“The—the good kind?” Aw. She was mad at him. Again. For thesame reasons as before. –Oh! Because he’d left without saying anything—twice…in a row…

“… Oh.” The Pokemon in his hands is lowered and the Horsea’seyes dart from the direction it’s being held to and back to Brawly, confusionetched in its eyes and in the sputtering of its spout. “I did it again, huh?Man, I’m really sorry, Claire! I didn’t mean to go off training without a wordagain!” He’s holding the Horsea out once again, and the Pokemon honks in asympathizing manner—even going as far as to shoot ink into Brawly’sunsuspecting face as punishment for his transgressions.

“AUGH—NO—HEY, YOU’RE NOT OFFICIALLY HERS YET, PAL—“

[dewforddude]

engulfingflames:

Flannery’s eyes searched the sky, catching glimmering moonlight behind Mt. Chimney’s smoke, and every once in a while, a star, if the smoke was cleared away just right. It might not of been planned, but it was beautiful… Part of her wanted to take a picture, but no, a moment like this couldn’t be captured on camera.

A side glance made her realize that despite the moonlight, he wasn’t looking at the sky, no, he was gazing at her. Flannery jerked her arm up to her unstyled ponytail, running her fingers through her hair as she stared back at him, due to how sudden this was, she never got to fix her hair, so it was still in it’s natural wavy state.

She smiled at him, feeling warm glow against her cheeks.

“Tomorrow at six it is then… Is there a certain dress code or-”

Flannery paused as he stepped forward, her reflexes preparing for a hug or something of the like before he backed up and panicked, grabbing his hand and pulling him forward. 

“… Little did you know it was your shoelaces that were untied, what a plot twist!”

Saved. Again. Brawly took a deep breath before spinning Flannery around and covering her eyes. “—Thanks for that.” How uncool! But, at least this way he could still attempt a suave disappearing act. …Except. He couldn’t. Not without risking the possibility of her seeing him flee in those last moments. “HRN… okay, quick favor. Could you count to one hundred without turning around? Maybe fifty if you’re going pretty slow?”

With that settled, he lowered his hands—dropping them to her waist before circling them around her once again, a tight goodbye hug of sorts.“Let’s play dress up. I’ll call you when I’m outside tomorrow, then!”

And, after releasing her and beginning to tread off, he only stumbled over unforeseen rocks THRICE on his way back to the path. Definitely a win for the coordination team of his feet.

----

Once he got home, he sprang onto his bed, rolling over to face the ceiling after a few moments. Throwing continued side-glances at the clock, he cursed the awaiting hours of the day—the lack of sleep would prove troublesome if any trainers were to stop by the gym in the early morning. And, even then, he’d have this on the back of his mind…

Flannery. She’d looked particularly sweet smiling back at him in that obscure place, just after checking out the radical scene the nighttime light could provide. Quiet laughter echoed in Brawly’s bedroom, his eyes directed ceiling-ward as the meeting replayed in his head. Man, he really had gotten more and more uncool—but she received him as readily as always…

And stuffing his face full of pillow wasn’t easing awaythoughts of her smiling face. “COME ON, I NEED TO SLEEP…”

[dewforddude]

"Save me from this boredom."

“Okay.” And down cascades a wash of salty sea water, theempty pail hanging upside down by Brawly’s hand.

[dewforddude]

"I borrowed your wallet and I got myself lunch. "

“Oh, sure, no p—“

“YOU BORROWED MY WALLET?!” He pats down the back of hispants and—sure enough, his wallet is nowhere to be found. “YOU CAN’T HAVE THAT…Wait. How much did you spend?! Hang on—GIVE IT BACK.

“I WANT A BITE OF WHATEVER YOU BOUGHT. COME ON.” He chomps in her general direction, arms outstretched.

[dewforddude]

S T A R E S

STARES BACK. “WHAT’D I DO THIS TIME?!”

[dewforddude]

Winona, Roxie, and Flannery. Three guesses as to why I chose them, first two don't count.

Pokémon Gym Leader asks!

Winona: Do you find yourself in sync with nature?

“The ocean’s the only part of nature that rides mywavelength—but I also love spending time with waterfalls and their surroundinggreens! Unfortunately, those greens are the places that are most out for myblood—and I can’t say why, bruh!”

Roxie: Favourite music genre?

“Uhhh—ska, for chilling, acoustics before a nap, EDM when I’vedanced, annnnd I gotta say anything that’s got a catchy beat!”

Flannery: Have you ever felt like you could--

“Of course I can! What kinda question is that?!”

[starrygate-blog]

poopy brawly doodle wtf hes smilin

[erialy]

practicing coloring with my favorite gym leader  (´ヘ｀;)