Fire Master Malva

This is a closed RP blog for National Park Rp. Please read my personal rules under 'Mun'.

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Give me an AU and I'll tell you what my muse would be in it.

Example:

western!au = my muse is a cowboy

royalty!au = my muse is a princess

etc.

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💭 (plz talk about your feisty redhead Wes <3 )

“…I still don’t get her. Sure she’s nice, like weirdly nice, to everyone, but what’s the point? She ain’t dumb, even though she can make a lot of dumb moves. A nice, cute girl like her could get to be with anybody if she tried, so, I still don’t get why she keeps hangin’ onto me so hard…not that I’m complainin’ personally, but…”

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((Alrighty so I lost a couple of threads there and am now comfortably under my thread cap. So, if anybody wants to thread with one of my muses, please IM me or whatever. First come first serve, and I think the cap will be at 2 for now to account for the open I just posted.))

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Thread Tracker

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((No rush on my thread partners, this is just for my own sanity!))

Malva

Owe: Clair

Waiting: ~

Plotting: ~

Wes

Owe: Rui

Waiting: Michael (AU), Michael, Red

Plotting: ~

Will

Owe: ~

Waiting: Sabrina, Clair, Ethan

Plotting: ~

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Total Current Threads: 8

Max Threads Allowed: 11

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Delays || Malva & Prof. Sycamore

Malva slunk back in the uncomfortable plastic chair she had now been glued to for 4 hours and 28 minutes. She couldn’t help but count every agonizing minute over her initial departure time she was. She had already wasted her voice haggling with the clueless flight agents, the next available flight was over half a day away, and all of the work that could be completed over her Holocaster or laptop was long since done and refined several times over. For Malva, her options had now been narrowed down to counting minutes or giving another fruitless once-over for any newly available hotel rooms.

Groaning softly under her breath, Malva shuffled around in her hard little seat again, vainly trying to find any secret soft spots. 

“Of all the times to have to travel overseas,” she muttered as she looked down at a groggy Lise, “I get to go during one of the busiest times of the year...” Lise tried to talk back, but a yawn interrupted her weak growl. Malva stroked her Pyroar’s long ponytail mane, whispering small, Kalosian words of comfort to her.

An off-tune series of synthesized ‘bongs’ brought the two’s view up to the clock, which had just hit 11:00 pm. “Ugh...” She sunk deeper into her chair, rubbing the top of the bridge of her nose slowly. “We should be landing by now.” As if accepting her fate now, Malva flicked all of her travel tabs closed and opened up one of those mind-numbing pay-to-play apps. She was far too stubborn to pay for more lives or upgrades, but the market was so saturated with them that she had hours of free play to burn. She hoped she wouldn’t have to use them all, though.

After a few simple minutes, Malva was engrossed enough that she was no longer fighting Lise’s numerous attempts to sit her oversized body on her Trainer’s lap. Nor was Malva aware of the person who had just decided to seat themselves right next to her...

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(For Wes lol) 💭

“I don’t care if precious lil’ Mikey-boy was the second coming of Christ himself-- kid lives in a sandbox for most of his life n’then walks ‘roun like he’s seen the whole goddamn world. For a guy who says he’s no hero, he sure does get pissed if y’don’t dance t’his ideal little tune.”

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Send 💭 and my muse will blurt out what they are thinking about yours!

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✺ ✆ ⋆

✺- Something your muse finds pretty

Fire types, if it wasn’t obvious enough already lol! But also, sunsets/sunrises! She really likes those, specifically when she can witness them without any light pollution. The more fiery and colorful the sky’s colors contrast in the sky the better they are for her.

✆- What your muse’s phone gallery is filled with?

Either various pics of her Fire babies doing things she finds adorable (which is everything) or pics she snags for her reports. Depends on which phone she’s using (because she’s such a media whore she has more than one).

⋆- Your muse’s future dream and why

Wellllll, her dream is and always will be a perfect, beautiful world. But that dream is not only unattainable, but also dead to her now after the events of Geosenge. She knows her dream will never come true now, at least not in her lifetime, and hooooo boy is she bitter over it. So she’s sorta just going day to day now, her more ‘practical’ dream being just doing as much as she can each day to get as close to her ideals as possible. If anything, though, she’s really just going by, still trying to distract herself from the reality that is her crushed dreams and figure out a more solid direction or ideal if she can. In the meantime, she has the maturity to leave Flare to fade away, but she will always defend what Flare stood for and was trying to do.

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Headcanon Meme

❤- What does your muse look forwards on their soulmate?

❥- Can often/easily can your muse get heartbroken?

❣- What calms your muse down?

ღ- Sexuality?

⌚- Does your muse worry about time?

❅- Favorite time of the year?

✿- Does your muse like the nature in general?

✞- Does your muse have any kinds of religion?

✍- Can your muse write? How well/How bad?

✎- Can your muse draw? How well/How Bad?

☁- What kind of weather does your muse consider the best one

ツ- Can your muse speak any other language other than their main one?

∞- Does your muse believes in afterlife?

✺- Something your muse finds pretty

✆- What your muse’s phone gallery is filled with?

❦- What is your muse’s favorite fruit?

❧- What is your muse’s favorite kind of food?

‽- Something your muse has problem in understanding

☺- Something that makes your muse happy

☹- Something that makes your muse sad/upset

✉- How often does your muse text?

⌨- How often does your muse use the computer?

♫- What is your muse’s taste in music?

♯- Something that gets your muse angry

⋆- Your muse’s future dream and why

☮- How much your muse worries about appearance?

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Thread Tracker

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((No rush on my thread partners, this is just for my own sanity!))

Malva

Owe: Clair

Waiting: ~

Plotting: ~

Wes

Owe: Rui

Waiting: Red, Michael (AU), Michael

Plotting: ~

Will

Owe: Ethan

Waiting: Sabrina, Clair

Plotting: ~

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Total Current Threads: 8

Max Threads Allowed: 11

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Send me a ◈ and I will respond with 3-5 scenarios I’ve thought about or could see our characters in.

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Small Update (Again)//OOC

((Yay, now that Malva’s reply is posted and I have updated my thread tracker, I notice I currently have two open slots for threads.

Normally these would go to the next two people in the waitlist I have set up, but I have not heard back from them in several weeks+ (and I am not trying to shame anyone here at all! it is totally fine if y’all don’t wanna, really! sending messages is just my way of keeping up to date on things and no reply just makes me assume there’s no more interest, which is once again fine).

SO, since I have not heard back from them in a while, these open slots are gonna become fair game for anyone who wants to thread! Those on the waitlist who haven’t responded have 24 hours from this post’s time to claim back their spot, or it will become completely open for good.))

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Thread Tracker

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((No rush on my thread partners, this is just for my own sanity!))

Malva

Owe: ~

Waiting: Clair, Siebold

Plotting: ~

Wes

Owe: Rui

Waiting: Red, Michael (AU), Michael

Plotting: ~

Will

Owe: Ethan

Waiting: Sabrina, Clair

Plotting: ~

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Total Current Threads: 9 

Max Threads Allowed: 11

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Isolated || Malva & Siebold

[torrent-of-passion]

      She’s so confident about her proclamations, her words dripping with cynicism about their fellow associates. He can’t help but agree, their own self interests sending them on more wild goose chases that end in meager reliefs and falsified hopes that everything is right and ok in their little worlds. His frown stretches thinner with the thought, bitterness tracing the thin lines of his lips as his brow furrows in concentration. There were better things to be doing than meandering out here in the snow with her, it’s only a mater of time before she– 

      He notices the Pokemon before them, backs his own Rapidash back several paces as the snow swirls in agitation. Before he can shout over a howling wind she’s chosen her Pokemon and it’s very presence fills his entire being with dread. Chandelure sways at her master’s side, it’s dance as alluring as it is terrifying.  Non. Is the singular thought that crosses his mind as he finally pulls his gaze away, focuses on Malva and watches as she does the only thing he expects her to do: snaps her fingers. Issuing her order to attack and on such treacherous footing! It’s reckless. You are not here on your own, Malva. He wants to shout but there’s no time. 

      As fire brandishes its mark on the land, sears away the ice and their current threat he draws forth his own ball and calms the expression on his face. He will never give her the satisfaction of bearing witness to his unease, his cautions seeming for naught.  “And once again we have another grand miscalculation by the League, what a surprise–” until he feels rumbling in his saddle, hears it over the haunting song of her dreadful Pokemon. 

      The elite is not as adept as Malva, his expertise at riding ending the moment his Rapidash stumbles back, her distressful cries drowned over roiling rocks and snow. She rears before he can calm her. He can’t hold onto the reigns or remain in the saddle with her buckling frame and with a yell he’s thrown from his saddle. Gyarados senses the danger his trainer is in and without a summon from Siebold’s lips he’s out of the ball the chef so dutifully clings to. Before snow and rock can do more than tug him downward he grabs ahold of his cold and scaly frame and lets the Pokemon drag him to safety. 

      That safety is further down the mountain, off the path they were following. That’s all he has time to register before the roar of a Beartic draws his focus. He looks up, eyes searching for Malva and of course he finds her with an upset contender. He wants to quip that this is all her fault, and for that reason he refrains from sending his own Pokemon to assist. She can handle it if she wants to provoke every already upset Pokemon out there. 

      His head pounds as he uses Gyarados to pull himself up from feet of snow, and he uses its body to regain balance before looking around. He spies his mount up where it is safe and sound and a part of him rings with bitterness as she stares right back from her perch so high. He sees no way to make it up the slope and as Chandelure deals the final blow he’s ready to confront the other elite. 

      “The next time you want to stir up the community and drive us down a mountainside please refrain from it.” His tone drips with ire while Gyarados remains his support. He’s shaken with anger and adrenaline, his fondness for such extremities nonexistent as his hand curls against the creature’s scaled skin. “Because while yes, you took care of two problematic issues we are now stuck down here and I don’t know if you’ve noticed with all your theatrics but the storm is only getting worse.” 

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Malva was unimpressed, surprisingly disappointed even; that much was clear from her momentarily pursed lips.and slowly blinking eyes. She gave a relieved glance to the poor Rapidash trapped all by its lonesome at the top of the trench. She trusted the Fire type’s ability to fend for itself and, if necessary, find its way home, but that didn’t alleviate the weight in the pit of her stomach. Her mood didn’t improve with Siebold’s accusatory quips, either. She raised a brow as he finished talking, pausing for a moment to make sure no more crazed Pokemon were coming before speaking.

“...I know cowards love to point the blame at others to make themselves feel better about their own ineptitude, but I at least expected you to be more mature about it.” Rococo had hovered back to Malva’s side now, happily swaying next to her. She put a hand on his glass head, pulling him close to her side to show her satisfaction with his work. 

“Honestly now, if I truly had as much power over the world as you imagine, don’t you think I wouldn’t have already erased it all by this point?” She didn’t wait for him to answer, turning Canter back around to face the only available path before them. “The sooner we solve these beasts, the sooner we can be rid of each other’s presence and this depressing mountain--that’s all.”

Lightly kicking the sides of her Rapidash, Malva resumed her march, not even bothering to check and see if her partner was following. She couldn’t afford any more distractions now, not when she could feel the cold beginning to penetrate her thick layers of winter gear.

“Oh but please,” she began to add with a dismissive wave of her hand, “if this is too much for you, feel free to go back to your cozy little kitchen.”

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Send “Mother” & a question and my muse’s mom will answer it

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For the next hour my muse cannot lie and is insanely blunt to any questions they get on anon

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OOC//Small Update

((So I should be back by this weekend, but school is ramping up for the final stretch, so I may still be slow with activity and replies.

Also I added a bit of a backstory-ish para to Malva’s bio and tweaked a little thing or two to make it more accurate and stuff. I don’t think it affects any of her threads/relationships but just fyi.))