Wildfire

Ledyba, Ledyba, fly away home. Your house is on fire. Your children will burn, then to your friends' homes the fire will catch, a whole field burnt by one single match. [Closed rp blog for RocketHQ-RP]

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Do you or have you ever had a crush on anyone?

"I guess I just can’t hide it, anymore. See, back in Sinnoh…"

"...there was this girl... when I met her, I... I...."

"I was wandering through the streets of the city~

Rambling through the avenues of time~

When from no where my eyes fell unto a girl

And by chance her eyes fell onto mine

So I sat and I acted all nonchalant

She smoked her lavender cigarette

Reading the future that lay in my hands

As my shadow played a base clarinet~"

She said her name was a secret

Then she said her name was Cherie

She looked like a parisian river

She looked like a choclate eclair

Here eyes were reflections of eyes

And then rainbows, they danced in her hair~

She reminded me of a winter's morning

Her perfume was eau de toilette

She was comparable to Cleopatra

She was like Shakespeare's Juliet

The bohemians of Soho did pirouettes

As we walked through the streets of Manhatten

Through rivers of ribbon and sailboats of song....

And I bet you're thinking, 'hey Flint, did this actually happen?'"

"Well, the girl I described is as real as the wind

It's true, I saw her, today!

The other details are inventions...

Because I prefer her that way......"

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What's your favorite Pokemon?

"Magmortar, for sure!"

"Vesuvius is a beast!”

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Totally Not Arson || Kiko & Flint

[insane-immortal]

Kiko gave a wide grin as Flint started to drag her off, she liked this dude’s enthusiasm. It made her almost over excited for being about to set some shit on fire and she knew she wanted to go all out with this. It was just too good an opportunity to pass up. 

"Hell yeah this is gonna be so much fun~" She said in a sing-song voice, "And I’m pretty sure we won’t get in trouble for burning some garbage, they’ll probably thank us honestly, because I’m sure no one else would want to deal with it~" She gave a giggle as they slowed to a halt. Spinning on her heels a bit her smile grew into a whicked grin.  "Oh my dear sir I aaaaaaaaalways have gasoline in my room~ Never know when you might need it in case of an emergency." She stated, thinking that it was also good for burning bodies when she needed too, "So let’s just make a quick stop by my room to get it and then we can go to having our bonfire!" 

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Flint clapped his hands together enthusiastically, unable to hide his sheer giddiness in any way whatsoever. This was fun. This girl was fun. Flint liked fun, and Flint liked her. He had no doubt that Kiko was going to end up being the newest addition to all of his social media accounts. Then again, he mused, he'd probably need to make some new accounts to make certain nobody caught wind of his new, er, career choices. He'd have to make a note to do that, later.

"Well, then, Ms. Akari, let us make haste!" With a grand sweeping gesture, he motioned off down the hall. "Ladies first, of course! Especially since you'll be leading the way, aha...." As they set off, he shoved his hands deep into his pockets, stowing his matchbook in one for the time being. No sense in getting caught early, and to be honest, walking around with that just being a matchbook in his hand was kind of... odd. To the outside world. Probably. Maybe not. Maybe everyone would be cool with it like Kiko was. Huh. There was a thought.

"So, Kiks," he said after approximately half a second of dreadful silence he could no longer stand, "how long you been here? Does it take long to get, like, a real job or anything? Like, not gonna lie, it seems like it'd be boring as fuck to hang around here without a job to do."

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Monkey King || Ellie & Flint

[thatspunkyredhead]

The redhead pulled into the parking lot, parking her maroon motorcycle. Earlier today, she had attracted the attention of three guys while riding her motorcycle. As such, she got three dates out of the meeting, starting tomorrow. So you could say that the burnette was feeling rather chipper, well at least until she saw a Pokemon climbing the side of base. From where she was standing, it looked like a red blob, not really making out which Pokemon it was.

Ellie ran out of the parking lot until she finally made out what the Pokemon in question was. It was an Infernape who, at this point, resembled a gargoyle squatting on one of the ledges. She also looked at the guy with a distinctively red afro, screaming at his Pokemon to come down.

"I have my Houndoom, Sebby, but I’m not sure how he’ll help get your Pokemon down." Ellie replied. "The only Pokemon that I have that can reach your Infernape is my Staraptor, Veronica." She released her Staraptor from her Pokeball, hoping she would be able to help the situation. "See if you can get that Infernape to climb down." The Staraptor nodded her head and flew up to where the Infernape was.

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Flint was about to make some sort of snide remark or another when the girl mentioned a houndoom— he had said 'won't set the base on fire', hadn't he?—but shut his mouth the instant he heard the word 'staraptor'. Okay, he thought, that could work. It was kinda hard to punch a bird, after all. Absently, he chewed his lip as he watched the flying-type take to the air. Jet, from his perch on the ledge, grinned and cackled as he watched Veronica approach him.

"I really hope this doesn't go poorly," Flint muttered, "stupid chimp is the only one I know here that can help me through my forms...." He was pretty sure things wouldn't get out-of-hand. Certainly, Jet could be a bit hyper at times and more than a little willing to start fights at others, but Flint wasn't here to cause a scene, and he had faith that his monkey friend would keep that in mind.

Of course, the alternative would be Jet would be way too sassy and pick a fight with a bird, regardless of the situation. At the very least, it seemed the fire-type wasn't ready to come down quite yet, as merely seemed to scooch over and offer Veronica a seat. Stupid, stupid chimp. "He shouldn't cause any problems," Flint continued, his gaze flickering between the red-headed girl and their pokemon, "but if he does, you want to go with something fast enough to hit him off and weak enough to where he doesn't want to start a fight. I'm not looking to cause any trouble, today." His gaze fixating once more on Veronica and Jet, he held one hand out in the girl's direction to shake. "Get your name?"

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The two people closest to you are hanging off of a cliff and you can only save one. Who are they, and who do you save?

”!!!”

“Shit! Uh uh uh save Volkner save Volkner I’m sure the others could all handle themselves they’re Elites for a reason sAVE VOLKNER!!”

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Is there someone you will never forget?

"Hell yeah there is! One time, there were these challengers, right?"

"One of 'em had this weird red hat and a totally neat blue jacket, and the other had this super cool League-brand knit cap and a sweet scarf! Man, their pokemon burned white-hot with the spirit of pokemon battles! I'd love to take them on again, one day!"

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So Flint actually has congenital face-blindness.

Face-blindness is a condition wherein a person, as the name suggests, cannot identify others by their faces. Face-blindness can be caused by brain trauma, however, it can also be something one is born with, and usually runs in families. Whereas someone who developed face-blindness due to brain trauma may realize they suddenly have a harder time recognizing faces, people with congenital face-blindess will rarely ever realize they have it.

But Crow, you may say, how the fuck do they not realize they can't recognize people? Well, it's not that they can't recognize people, just their faces. Oftentimes, people with face-blindness will develop different ways of  recognizing others—accessories they may usually wear, hair styles, or distinctive, single features, even the context in which they see someone. Gait and voice will usually also play a role.

The interesting thing about face-blindness is that it doesn't effect anything else, as far as I can tell—people with face-blindness can still recognize facial expressions and the emotions such expressions can convey. The problem itself is simply them being able to associate the collective sight of the face to any one particular person—they just can't do it. But if someone is visibly angry, sad, or elated, they can still tell.

I'm still doing a lot of research on face-blindness, so I could be wrong on some fronts, but if you're interested and want to read up on it a little, here's the wikipedia article I used. There's also an episode of Perception where one of the characters had face blindness, in the first season, which was an interesting portrayal of it, imo.

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A Secret Fire Shouldn't Tell - Flint and Cynthia

Lucian. Aaron. Flint. Apparently all three were here. On one hand Cynthia could not be happier. Meeting new people created something new, but lately she’d discovered that something was not always a good thing. There was a comfort in the familiar, and a consistency. In a place as evidently dangerous and unpredictable as this, those things mattered even more than they usually did.

 On the other hand, the presence of the other Elites did destroy Cynthia’s scarce shot at anonymity here. The ex-Champion wished to garner as little attention as possible, but her presence had already been noted, and remarked upon, several times. Her biggest hope now was Aaron’s natural reclusiveness, Lucian’s spoken promise, and Flint…

She was most worried about Flint. According to Lucian Flint had arrived here only a short while before Cynthia herself. Could he have departed Sinnoh before catching wind of the Controversy? Had he by some miracle missed the tabloids and television spots which had reveled in destroying her career? Cynthia gritted her teeth and prayed this was so as she flitted through the darkened halls of Rocket’s base. The Fire-specialist had seemed pretty occupied following the stunt in the lobby. Maybe, just maybe, he knew nothing. But if he did, Cynthia was determined not to let the information spread. 

If only she knew where to find him.

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Flint wasn't actually sure what he was doing with his life, anymore. Like, he knew why he was in Team Rocket. He knew three fifths of his friends were in Team Rocket, and he knew he wasn't ready to face them, just yet, because the reason why he was in Team Rocket still felt a little embarrassing. He had yet, however, to be assigned to any sort of job, and so he'd been filling the stagnation with his own projects—chasing pokemon, redecorating any little bit of the base that struck his fancy and he didn't get chased away from by angry janitors, and trying to teach himself to identify people in charge, among them.

Now, though. Now he was just laying on the cold, hard floor in some random hallway or another with half a snickers bar sticking out of his mouth and his flareon taking a nap on his chest. Life was boring. Team Rocket was boring. The Kohjoh area was—guess what—boring; he was coming this close to stealing someone's lighter and going on a firing spree. "Princess," he whined around his half-eaten candy bar, "Princess, I'm bored." The flareon stirred briefly, glared at her trainer, and then curled up into a tighter ball. Flint sighed heavily.

It was when he heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hall that the ex-Elite finally perked up and twisted his head this way and that, trying to make out if he could see who was coming. "Hey!" he said, "hey, if you're coming this way, you have to pay the lighter toll! You should totally give me a matchbox or a lighter or money to buy one or something, and then I will let you through! I have small, fluffy things to feed, you know. Lighter toll. Cough up."

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Feng Shui || Roark & Flint

[roarkontherocks-blog]

Well. 

This was the last thing Roark was in the mood for. He makes a point to sniff loudly at the air, drawing in the fumes of paint emanating from the cans afro man has clutched in his arms. He has a name, Roark reminds himself, not that he ever cared much about what the Sinnoh Elites were up to.

Flint. Yeah. That’s right.

His name is Flint, and Roark has no goddamn idea what he’s supposed to be doing.

Roark wonders if he should speak, but then again, he sort of wonders if he’s remembered back home. So he decides to have Flint address him first, just to sate his grim curiosity. He wouldn’t be too surprised if he was forgotten—nobody cares about the dinky first gym leader of the region, but…

What’s he doing here, anyway? No, not what’s he doing in Team Rocket. Roark’s sure he has his reasons as well as any other person, the primary one being desperation to leave Sinnoh. He means what’s he doing in the breakroom? And what’s he doing with those garish paints and lava lamps? Briefly, his eyes dart to the couch where he hid the hole in the breakroom floor from the No Fun Allowed Committee, a.k.a. the Safety Enforcers, or whatever they’re called. Squares. That’s a good name for them. He hopes Flint isn’t planning on stealing his hiding spot and redecorating it in paraphernalia so outdated it would make even Riley cringe.

And then he wonders, perhaps, if Flint is another hallucination. So that makes a Dad Hallucination, a Cynthia Hallucination, and now a Flint Hallucination, which is odd, because he’d never had Flint Hallucinations before. Flint was always a character part of his peripheral vision; he’d had the feeling he ought to be an important figure, but Roark couldn’t figure out where he belonged in the grand landscape of Roarkland.

Roark’s suspicions are halfway confirmed when Flint doesn’t as much roll a single “R” of his name in his general direction, instead asking for help. Well, Roark figures. Now’s as good a time as any other to speak.

"How much are you willing to pay me?" he asks.

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There was something familiar about the other Rocket, that much was certain; as Flint hadn't exactly been able to spend much time socializing with his new peers yet, that made him also pretty sure that this guy was someone he'd have to have known from before—from Sinnoh. Of course, Flint had never been good with faces, no matter how hard he'd ever tried; the only clues he even had were the other's hair and voice; the voice was familiar, but only vaguely, the hair much moreso. Repeat challenger? League member? Flint was sure he was close to a good guess.

Deciding to give his mind a break from the recognition process—he was sure it was going to come to him in a minute—he pursed his lips and gave his legs a quick shake. Nope. Nothing in his pockets. In fact, he was pretty sure he forgot his wallet back in his dorm. Whoops. "Uhhhhhh.... I'll give you a free lava lamp," he said eventually, "because I got a fuckton of them, so I doubt one or two missing would make a difference."

His arms were starting to get tired; with a distressed huff, Flint made to sidle around his fellow grunt to the far wall, setting the final cans of paint there as well as setting the lava lamps down on a nearby counter, all the while shooting the other grunt glances out of the corner of his eyes. He'd definitely seen this guy somewhere, before, he was certain of it. Wait. Wait. Brow furrowing, Flint held up one hand, using it to block the top of the other's head from his vision, and not a second later, his eyes widened.

"Holy shit!" he cried, "holy shit, it's you, oh sweet baby Arceus, it was on the news, everyone thought some crazy psycho turned you into soup and they couldn't find the bod, and it was terrible, dude, but you're here, holy shit—" With that, Flint flew at Roark, glomping onto him tightly. "It really sucked, yo, I don't think I ever got to talk to you at League gatherings and I felt really bad about it and shit I am glad you're not dead I'm sorry—" He kind of just kept babbling.

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Monkey King || Ellie & Flint

So the thing about monkey pokemon was that they loved to climb; Flint had learned this not long after he first got Jet, when his precious infernape was still an excitable chimchar that followed him to his martial arts school. He didn't mind Jet climbing all over the place, and in fact, Flint was usually right behind him when it came to any tree the Fire/Fighting-type decided to scale. Today, however, was a very, very different story.

Jet, upon being let out of his pokeball, seemed to have taken it upon himself to scale the side of the base, and Flint, being in no way a part-Fighting monkey, was stranded on the ground, frowning up as he cupped his hands around his mouth to call to his pokemon.

"Jeeeeeeet!" he shouted, "Jeeeeet, you need to get your fuzzy li'l ass down here, man! C'mon, this isn't funny!" The fire-type simply snickered, squatting at one of the ledges as though he were an impish gargoyle. Flint let out a disgruntled sigh and scratched at his 'fro. "Damn.... stupid pokemon can really climb...." It was about that moment, however, that he noticed someone watching him; relieved, he turned to look at her fully, offering her a mildly embarrassed expression.

"Yo!" he greeted, "sorry, you don't happen to have anything that won't set the base on fire getting him down, do you?"

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Just Flint today, but send some things. :U

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Flint thinks robots are The Bomb. He especially loves Gundam and Megaman and grew up watching them. He is also relatively fond of Medabots.

He puts together a lot of models, and has an extensive Gundam army.

He also collects regular Megaman and Medabots action figures.

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Totally Not Arson || Kiko & Flint

[insane-immortal]

"Flint, eh?” Kiko gave a wide grin as she took his hand and gave a firm handshake, “Hell even your name screams pyromaniac, or were you named after flint knives? I happen to own a couple of flint knives, they’re pretty cool, but I’m getting off track!” 

She noticed him looking her over but she didn’t really say anything about it. She was used to people looking at her like that when they first met her, it was a pretty normal thing to the point where sometimes she didn’t even notice it. Kiko returned his apologetic smile with a smirk of her own that seemed to say ‘don’t worry about it’.  "Well I don’t really have a favorite place to set up but there is a huge pile of garbage outside just waiting to be burned or something like that. We can gather up a few logs, some gasoline, and make one hell of a bonfire~~" 

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Gasoline? Oh shit. Flint perked up at that, his eyes brightening, if possible, even further. Yup, that was it, he was sold; Flint was more than prepared to make Kiko his new best friend, Volk could suck it. Refraining from hopping on the spot like his lopunny, he simply tossed the little match over his shoulder and immediately took towards the way out, grabbing Kiko by the wrist to drag her along.

"What the hell are we waiting for, girl?" he laughed, "Arceus, gasoli—and you're sure we won't get in trouble? Holy hell, the League would have been all up in my business if I did that back home.... C'mon, let's burn shit!" The only thing they would be missing, he mused, were marshmallows, but that was something they could put on the list for the next Pyromaniacs Anonymous if that became a thing. Of course, that brought another reminder to his mind—the fact that he didn't actually have gasoline on him, and he was relatively sure Kiko didn't seem to, either.

Slowing to a halt, he removed his hand from her person and whirled around, frowning thoughtfully. "...Where do we need to pick up the gas from, then? Unless you have some on you?"

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Feng Shui || Open

The breakroom Flint found was all out of whack—and by 'out of whack', Flint meant bland. A couple of old couches, a coffee table, a set of vending machines that had definitely seen better days.... And nothing was exactly colorful. The only thing that didn't look old as time itself was the rather nice coffee machine that he got the strangest feeling not to touch.

That just wouldn't do, Flint decided, no, that just wouldn't do at all. Break rooms weren't supposed to just be functional and let you sit your ass down someplace comfy for a few hours (though it was still an essential, he supposed), it was supposed to be therapeutic, and this breakroom was anything but, at least in his own opinion. It needed more.... everything. Color would be a good start. Maybe some ferns or incense. Definitely lava lamps. He figured if he got enough lava lamps, he could find someone to put a dimmer on the switch so they could set some mood lighting, and that would be perfect, just like his plan was.

And that was how Flint found himself dragging a couple dozen cans of varying paints and a bunch of brand-new lava lamps into the breakroom, that day. He hadn't been expecting anyone to show their face during the work day, for some reason; it may have been a break room, but he'd still sort of been half-expecting everyone to be out working their ass off until, like, three or four in the afternoon, at least. That may have been why he was so surprised to find someone in the breakroom when he made his final trip, one arm full of extra lava lamps and the other with the last two cans of paint balancing precariously in his grip.

"Oh! Uh.... yo!" he greeted, "you, uh, wanna help me paint?"

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Are there any particular reasons you chose the URL(s) you did for your muse(s)?

//I hope you're not expecting anything too deep, because I didn't actually put a lot of time into any of them except maybe Petrel's. //Tabitha's was just the first thing that popped into my head, and I tried to think of something deep and cool and sassy and totally villainous except nothing sounded as nice to me as thatguywiththemightyena. Archer's... was pretty much the same. I've actually been considering trying to change his, recently, because workaholic-anonymous isn't the best I've come up with. Flint... He's a fire trainer. From up north. I dunno what else to say.//Petrel's is the only one with a smidgen of imagination, because the idea behind him was that he's a two-faced bastard; nice enough but he screws people over when he wants to get his way and some things stopping him. Janus was a god with two faces in Greek mythology (or so I am led to believe) so I took that and slapped it onto "Son of Sam" and then magic.

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Feel free to send muse-specific questions, as well.

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Totally Not Arson || Kiko & Flint

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Kiko was the kinda person who could smell smoke a mile away, it was just something she had trained herself to do over the years, as both a fan of fire and for the fact it was something vital to her well being. Burnt flesh was a painstaking thing to replace after all. So when she smelt a small bit of burning in the distance she couldn’t help but to be drawn to it with her sense of curiosity. 

The first thing that she saw someone with a red afro searching around She was a bit surprised and she wondered if she had wandered back into the disco age again, that was the last time she saw someone with a red afro. It was then she saw the little matchstick and flame, realizing that the smell of smoke was coming from this person person so she crept up to them slowly with a smirk on her face.  "Nothing wrong with a little arson here~" She spoke, giving a sharp grin, "This place burns down more than you would think but it always comes back~" She spun around on her tiptoes a bit as she looked this stranger over in interest, her head turning at different angles as she looked him over.  "You look interesting to me I like you already. My name is Kiko Akari." She giggled, "What is your name, oh possible fellow pyromaniac?”

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Oh. Okay. So she wasn't going to tell on him. That was nice of her. Flint blinked; he would not have expected that to be the first reaction he got to potentially trying to burn the base down. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad here, after all. With a smile, he extended his other hand to her; it was only polite, after all, and he was pretty sure he'd rather play it safe and make a new friend than be his usual obnoxious self and be shunned by anyone willing to let him set shit on fire.

"Call me Flint," he replied cheerfully, "Flint Serafim. I'm new here, just came in the other day. Nice t'meetcha, Kiko Akari." Though, on that note, he was also pretty happy that the place tended to catch on fire, anyways; it left a good feeling in him. He didn't know why, but it did. "That's good, though, that it does that—hopefully people don't pay much attention whenever it does catch on fire, be great to not get in trouble for it....."

It was then he decided to take a good look at the woman: she was... odd. To say the least. But then, considering his fashion sense, Flint supposed he shoudn't be talking. Still, she looked like a patchwork person, for lack of a better term, and he found himself staring for maybe a second too long; quickly he returned his gaze to hers and offered a mildly apologetic smile before motioning to the little match flickering on for dear life in his other hand. "So if we're 'fellow' pyromaniacs, this should totally be our first meeting of Pyromaniacs Anonymous, and we should totally stay true to our fellowship and burn something, because one match ain't gonna cut it, for today. Don't suppose you have a favorite place to set up?"