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R O A R K The man called 'The Rock' Oreburgh City's Gym Leader

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"What sort of accident? Can I help you?" Flint smiled. He'd been a little bored lately, and he was always happy to help.

He then noticed the Cranidos sniffing at his feet, and he reached down to pat its rocky hard head. Roark looked a little flustered, and hey- being an Elite had its perks. Considering that he beat most trainers and earned a portion of their money, he had plenty to spare. Roark, he thought on the other hand, would be borderline broke, being the first gym leader and all. "Seriously, man-" Flint moved his hand away from Cranidos's head to clap it down on Roark's small shoulder. "What's up?"

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Those assumptions are-- certainly not true! Or rather, they mostly are, but he's at least able to live comfortably, likely due to the mine. He tries not to think about it, naturally.

Not that he'd have to, mind, since it was never brought up. As Flint plops his hand down on Roark's shoulder, the miner put on a smile at the other's consideration. Embarrassing as this disaster is, it's nice to know someone that won't be like 'Well what'd you do now?'

At least for now-- Flint hasn't heard the dumb problem yet. That's kind of the deal-breaker, isn't it?

'Aaah. . . Well.' Uncertainly, he palms his neck, that smile becoming tense. 'We had a bit of an accident this morning when we were training.'

Cranidos ducks himself down sheepishly, to which his trainer pats at that domed head.

'You know anything about sculpting? We kind of broke one of the gym statues.'

Only 'kind of,' though. He'll leave out the damage scope for now.

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Dig-Dug Dingbats! ||Byron and Roark

“I love fossils!”  Byron was have a excellent start at his underground digging time this afternoon. Due to Gym leader duties combined with other, less fun more paperwork mining work, Byron hadn’t gotten to chance to dig all day. So when he finally managed to deal with everything, despite being slow as heck cause he hated paperwork, he happily went digging. Today seemed to be his lucky day despite the horrible paperwork he had to endure, as he seemed to hit the mother-load of fossils.

It was a Skull Fossil, though aside from being in wonderful condition, it was also much larger than normal Skull Fossils. Byron’s say it was around twice the side of a normal one. On top of that he found Armor Fossil that was also seeming double the standard size. Things were pretty much glorious for Byron at the moment, everything felt beautiful ad nothing hurt, not even those annoying paper-cuts he got from all that boring paperwork earlier! His Bastiodon, Brongzong and Excadrill all watched as Byron carefully and cheerfully put both finds in his goods bag. The bag itself being relatively empty, with only an everstone and rare bone being kept inside it along with the precious fossils.

Byron’s pokemon all just watched as their trainer, fueled by his excitement over the fossils, chip and dig away at more walls. His Brongzong using it’s psyhic powers to catch all the orbs Byron basically threw to side, as he looked for more  ’important’ things, though mostly fossils. His Bastiodon let out a yawn before looking over in the distance, was something nearby? Excadrill had heard something as well, though it seemed Byron was too focused and lost in his own little world to notice. Brongzong seemed to be too busy playing catch the orbs to notice either.

So deciding investigating the sounds was better than standing around doing pretty much nothing, Excadrill went to check it out. Bastiodon watching out for the mole, as he moved away from the group. As Excadrill moved along, he heard what sounded like someone setting off a smoke trap. Did that mean someone set off on the random traps that appeared at times or were they near Byron’s base? If it was the latter, he’d need to go inform the others. He rushed over to the direction where the sound came from, to see a cloud of smoke.

So it was a trap, a trap that marked Byron’s territory. This means they were relatively close to Byron’s Base. Which meant his base flag was in danger if anyone wanted to steal it. Excadrill was going to rush back to warn the others, but stopped once something caught his eye. He swore he saw red hair and white gloves, plus even with the smoke, there was a familiar scent  mixed with it. Though Excadrill couldn’t exactly tell who it was or remember it well enough to recall who the scent belonged too. 

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Well amidst all that sight, there's sound too: a lot of coughing and huffing. The smoke isn't dispersing as fast as he'd like it to, even with all of his efforts to blow and wave it away, but it should definitely be apparent that Excadrill's not mistaken! Red hair and white gloves are definitely part of this equation, and once the smoke clears up a little bit more, it should be obvious why it's familiar:

It's Byron's kid, that's why!

The Underground is still a competitive playing field, after all. Since his dad was busy digging, Roark took advantage of the situation to try and steal one of his flags, since they're absolutely fair game.

Unfortunately for him, while he was disarming the traps, he had stepped backward onto one he hadn't taken care of yet. That's what triggered this whole situation! (Pun not intended.)

Removing his hat to better combat the smoke, Roark coughs into his hand and grumbles at himself. He's gotta move fast, now, or else his dad will probably hear this mess and come running.

"This way-- C'mon!" The order goes out to his Archeops, who decided to join him on this little adventure. The bird lets out a shrill sound and hops after him-- except for the fact that there's a big steel-type right there.

Crap.

"Uh-- Heyyy, there, Excadrill. What's up. . . ?"

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Flint was standing outside of Roark's gym door when it opened abruptly, startling him a little in the process. But he recovered quickly, as always.

"Hey Roark," Flint grinned. "What'cha up to?" He noticed a sort of dismayed look on the Oreburgh gym leader's face as he and his Cranidos walked out. He wondered what was going on.

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"--!"

He stops himself quickly, looking over toward that familiar voice. Just give him a minute to seek out the right person and-- ah! See, there he is.

Roark smiles, raising a hand in a hello. "Flint! Hi, man!"

He might not be the most familiar with the Elites, but he certainly knows them, and Flint seems like a decent person. Plus there is no such thing as a stranger to the miner, so why not!

While Cranidos scurries over to the other trainer, intent on sniffing him out, Roark glances over the area out of habit-- just to see if anything's off or unusual, since there's already been one discrepancy!

"Well. Long story short, I've got a new craft project I need to get taken care of." His mouth wriggles into an unsteady line at that. "There was a bit of an accident. Just a bit, though." The younger even pinches gloved fingers together to accent it.

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ooc

Like I said on the tags for that open, OOPS. I got everything set up and got slammed with major flu bug junk. Not fun. Not even cool.

ANYWAY, I have to head out already for groceries and that sort of thing, so I'm just gonna throw out a catch-all.

HELLO HI NICE TO BE HERE I HOPE WE CAN BE FRIENDS. If you wanna plan anything with Roark or talk headcanons or something, throw me a message somewhere and we can work it out!

Since a little steel bird that-shall-not-be-named said some people had headcanons to check BUT DIDN'T GIVE ME DETAILS, I'm not sure how to go about finding any of you and settling this, so please don't be shy! I REALLY DON'T BITE ANYMORE.

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Crumbling Apart [HOF Open]

"Aagh! You're kidding me, right?"

It's apparently going to be one of those days. The kind where you start out putting your shirt on backwards, then stub your toe against the door-jamb, and it just gets worse along that same line until you quit and throw yourself back into bed. The rock-type gym leader wasn't exactly unaccustomed to these-- which isn't to say he has bad luck all of the time! It just happens, same with everything else-- but that doesn't mean he likes them.

In this case, it was his own fault. Sort of. His Cranidos missed the target Roark had set up for training and instead rammed one of the flanking stone statues where the victorious trainers' names were listed.

Needless to say, the little dinosaur did a bit of a number on it. A bit more than a little, actually-- The statue's head was entirely cracked off, not to mention the damage done to the base and body of the thing itself.

That'll cost a bit.

Roark sighs, reaching down to pat the apologetic Pokemon on the head. It's not like he was trying to wreck the place.

"Accidents happen, right? Don't worry about it. --And hey! It was a good tackle at least!" In an effort to cheer up his buddy, the miner offers a thumbs up and an eager smile. Look on the bright side! Positive thinking helps way more than people give it credit for.

"But we kinda can't. . . leave it like this, either. . .

". . . You think the hardware store's got epoxy for this?"

He's not really expecting an answer, not that the dinosaur has one anyway. The two share an uncertain look for a moment before they make for the door without a second thought.

[fossilhead]

What are your top five favorite fossil pokemon?

1. Cranidos

2. Rampardos

3. Aerodactyl

4. Archeops

5. Armaldo

But-- to be entirely fair. I love them all! Picking them like that was really hard, oh man.