Sword Lilly

Indie Gladion from Pokemon SM; Written by Nic Lunar

[gladi0lus-moved]

balsamina:

Lusamine followed, maintaining a safe, polite distance from the unfamiliar Pokemon when they reached their next destination. Angel’s squawk earned a somewhat startled greeting in return (“Oh! Hello there, lovely.”), but after that Lusamine fell silent, watching Gladion commune with the hulking Hydreigon as if he had done it a thousand times before. Likely, he had.

She sighed lightly and smiled to herself, feeling a strange, somber emotion settle over her as she observed the two. It was surreal and bittersweet, but not at all unpleasant. Nostalgic, maybe.

Eventually, Gladion pulled her out of her reverie with a quick acknowledgement, introducing her– as his mother. She couldn’t help herself; she beamed.

“Charmed, I’m sure,” she told Azure with a slight incline of her head.

Quite grand, Gladion called all of this. He looked in that moment so much like a child, so much like he had before that glow had been snatched away from him. At once relieved and dizzyingly happy, Lusamine mirrored his smile.

“It is.” Like a dream. “It certainly is quite the exciting life you’ve made for yourself here, Gladion… I’m so glad I was able to see it. To see you.”

Before she could do something graceless, she moved forward a bit, cautiously extending a hand toward Azure for her to sniff or otherwise investigate (and, possibly, to offer pats).

This, Lusamine thought, was only polite– but she glanced uncertainly at Gladion, then again at Azure, and asked, “May I?”

Azure turned her attention to the new woman who smelled deeply like she was from very far away. Very much like sand and intense tropics.

The Hydreigon gave a wide grin with her middle head, nodding. ‘Quite, mother to the little lad.’ She thought, as she could neither verbalize nor speak to Lusamine through telepathy.

The young professor put his hands in his pockets, smiling. “I uh…well, I’m glad I’ve been able to see you so different too.” A child with bright eyes and a future with hope - that was what he’d grown himself again. Cultivated a home with passion, and a workplace with love. “I grew into it, guess I really was able to sprout, eh?” Some other things apparently grew too. Who in their right mind taught him puns?

The Dragon looked down at the hand, understanding the action and leaning down her head, nuzzling a bit with a small throat trill. Affection was always appreciated, be it from strangers or familiar faces.

For the moment he had while his guest was distracted, Gladion pulled his phone from his pocket, scrolling through a few contacts and selecting one. 

[Text to: Tee Erou]: Id like to come on the Alola trip if the offer still stands. Might have some help there? Had a surprise visitor

Now that Gladion thought of it, he’d actually deleted Lusamine’s number and contact years back. The phone went to a pocket for the moment. “Ah, hope you didn’t mind, just had to see if I’d be able to join the crew for the Alola trip in a few months. We have to register beforehand, preparations and all that.” He said it while moving his hand and gesturing freely. 

Feeling his phone buzz, the blonde gave it a check and smiled. “--And it appears I’m on the crew like that!”

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balsamina:

“Well,” replied Lusamine, not without a hint of doubt-fueled sarcasm, “Thank goodness for that…”

With some reluctance, she uncurled herself from her defensive posture, allowing Zorya to leave the safety of her lap and join the other Pokemon. Away they all went, apparently following a command from Gladion that she could not hear.

Had he always been able to do that– communicate so thoroughly with Pokemon without speaking a single word? Her mind wandered, as it was now prone to do, fluttering away from her to settle on memories she had long selfishly tucked away. A syringe poised in an uncaring hand, radiographs, discussions with her scientists over his inhuman strength, the subtle differences in his biology and how they would progress with further experiments, more testing…

Sickness roiled in her gut; she shut her eyes and breathed out slowly to dispel it. When she looked up again, shuddering faintly, she found Gladion offering a hand to her.

Despite herself, she took it.

“Her… ‘tude, hm?” she echoed as she stood and straightened out her dress, “My… Should I be worried?”

Without absurd strength to fear, he helped his mother to her feet. Ever since it had worn away, he didn’t need to restrain himself so much. That, and he could earn his own physical strength now.

Gladion waved a hand, as to brush aside worry. “Not at all! It’s a very good attitude really.” He says such as he starts towards the next stairwell upwards. His shoes make the usual thump thumps as he goes, coming up to an enclosed room. Windows allowed for a lot of natural light, with the first window next to the door allowing for one to see a very large Hydreigon just outside, seeming to ‘chirp’ with a Mandibuzz.

Without much hesitation (partially forgetting he had a guest as he tuned into the mind of the Dragon and bird), Gladion went ahead while reaching into his pocket for a bit of candy, a piece in each hand. Opening the door, the large blue Pokemon floated over. It’s smaller heads took to the candy, before the young Professor started petting the center head. 

From the way he moved, he was probably cooing the dragon like one might a baby Pokemon. 

Angel, his Mandibuzz, watched the door meanwhile, before squawking a bit on seeing Lusamine. Yes, she’d heard the woman was here from Frost. And she’d also heard to be nice. Therefore, she gave her squawking greeting, before she changed her position to be on the roof above the door, rather than the ledge. 

After maybe a minute, Gladion let go of the dragon, reaching on her neck and undoing a knot for a bag. Pulling it away, he stepped back and gestured to the Hydreigon, then to Lusamine. “This is Azure, one of our Dragon Bus Hydreigons. Azure, this is my mother.”

Gladion could be described as beaming in the moment, a wide smile on his face. “Quite grand, isn’t this?”

[allthingsmusings]

autumn/halloween sentence starters! 🍂🍁🎃

masterlist of autumn and halloween themed sentence starters! some are original, but most are collected from other posts.

​❝ i made pumpkin cookies! want to try one? ❞

❝ did you cut yourself carving the pumpkin? let me see it. ❞

❝ stay still i’m almost done with your costume. ❞

​❝ let’s paint pumpkins. ❞

❝ hurry up! we’re going to be late for the costume party! ❞

❝ help me decorate! ❞

​❝ let’s open some windows, okay? ❞

​❝ it’s starting to rain… ❞

​❝ bring a jacket! ❞

​❝ do we really need to go to a pumpkin patch? can’t we just buy one at the store? ❞

​❝ let’s go pick pumpkins! ❞

​❝ it’s chilly out here, you need a coat. take mine. ❞

​❝ you sound sick. are you sick? ❞

*sneeze* ​❝ sorry, allergies. ❞

​❝ wanna go out for halloween? ❞

​❝ looks like it’s time to rake the leaves… ❞

​❝ let’s go get hot chocolate then go for a walk. ❞

​❝ let’s go trick-or-treating! ❞

❝ let’s go jump in the leaves! ❞

​❝ come in here where it’s dry! ❞

​❝ it’s dark?! already?! ❞

​❝ ooh it’s chilly out. ❞

​❝ please, enough with the pumpkin spice. ❞

​❝ good morning. no, don’t get up, it’s raining, let’s stay in bed a little longer… ❞

❝ did you hear about the werewolf/vampire/witch roaming around this town on halloween night? ❞

❝ let’s go to the haunted house! oh, please, please, please, please?! ❞

❝ i don’t get scared. i’m practically fearless. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ we have to get out of here! ❞

❝ are you going to hide in my shoulder the whole time? or actually watch the movie? ❞

❝ i’m not going in a graveyard. ❞

❝ what did you get? ❞

❝ want to trade candy? ❞

❝ i got a rock. ❞

❝ don’t blame me! it was your idea to come in here! ❞

❝ what are you going as for halloween this year? ❞

❝ i just can’t wait for halloween! ❞

❝ you should totally buy that costume! ❞

❝ trick or treat! ❞

❝ happy halloween! ❞

❝ happy fall! ❞

❝ i wanna make sure that my jack-o-lantern is the best! ❞

❝ i’ll race you through the corn maze! ❞

❝ that guy in the gorilla costume has been following us for the past ten blocks. ❞

❝ aww come on! it was a prank! ❞

❝ please, please, PLEASE no scary movie marathon! ❞

❝ that wasn’t funny! ❞

❝ i keep tripping over my costume. ❞

❝ i’m not sure we should go down that street. ❞

❝ no fair! your costume is getting you more candy. ❞

❝ faster! we need to get to all of the houses! ❞

❝ forget being ‘too old’ to trick or treat. i’m doing this forever! ❞

❝ i don’t like these woods. ❞

❝ i just saw something! ❞

❝ look at that intestine cake! ❞

❝ i’m a real vampire. ❞

❝ do you think stuff really happens on halloween? like..supernatural stuff. ❞

❝ i made us matching costumes! ❞

❝ i think i just saw something move outside your window…is someone watching us? ❞

❝ you’re not going to make me carve this pumpkin all by myself, are you? ❞

❝ did you hear there’s a masquerade ball this halloween? let’s go! ❞

❝ you shouldn’t go out there! ❞

❝ s-scared? me? i’m not..scared. ❞

[gladi0lus-moved]

balsamina:

Lusamine chuckled and pulled her attention away from Zorya just long enough to offer Gladion a sympathetic smile. “I know, Gladion… But better late than never, wouldn’t you say?”

He was going to make an Alola trip for research, he said. He would be coming to Alola sometime within the next few months– coming home! 

No, not home, she tried to correct the kernel of selfish hope in her chest before it could sprout.

Before she could say anything, a beastly sound from above made her flinch. Instinctually, she drew Zorya into her lap and directed a defensive glare up at the ceiling. It sounded as if something tremendously large had landed on the roof.

She read from Gladion’s nonchalance that this was nothing unusual. Her hackles were lowered but, despite herself, she seemed a bit cross at having been taken so rudely off guard.

“I have,” she stiffly replied, adding mentally, A well-trained Hydreigon. With a calming sigh, she summoned up her conservationist patience; she had dealt with all manner of large, roaring, snapping creature, and Gladion knew this one. “Am I to assume that… that is what has just landed on your roof?”

“Better, yeah...” After all, it’d be worse if he never came back to Alola. Nobody would know where he was now, nor if he’d gotten anywhere in life.

That coming trip would surely do him some good. He hadn’t had a Malasada in forever too, and those had been a favorite of himself and Silvally. He’d need to find his box with that old Z-Ring and his crystals. Gladion had, what, maybe 4 or 5? He never bothered to complete the Trials back then...

“If I had to gander, it was probably Azure, she roars often whenever she lands for deliveries.” Gladion spoke calmly, smiling at how his mother got defensive. Perhaps she hadn’t heard some other details about the Pokemon of Viarie. “She is exceptionally sweet, don’t worry. Even for a Hydreigon in his region!”

The professor stood after placing the Eevee pup on the floor, clicking his tongue for attention of the Pokemon and gesturing a bit. A few mental commands were given, before switching to verbal, “--And no coming up the stairs!”

Gladion walked over to Lusamine, offering a hand up. 

“Come on, I think she’s surprise you with her ‘tude too.”

[kavtari]

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[gladi0lus-moved]

balsamina:

“Oh, she’s gorgeous,” Lusamine cooed as she knelt to lavish Zorya with pats. “Aren’t you? Yes, you are…! Such a pretty girl!”

She got the sense that Gladion’s claim about a Houndour this friendly and excitable being at all picky was a lie (if he wasn’t lying and Zorya was that picky, she must have been an utterly terrible judge of character)– but, once again, she allowed it.

“My, is that right?” She chuckled, scratching under Zorya’s chin. “Well, I’m honored that you’ve deemed me tolerable. Thank you, sweet Zorya.”

Her smile finally started to falter when Gladion decided to bring up Aether.

“No… Not drastically, I suppose. It still looks much the same, though some habitats in the conservation area have been expanded… Ah, I hear the immunology lab made quite the exciting breakthrough recently, but– I’m afraid I’m not privy to the details.”

Of course not. To keep herself from wringing her hands or saying anything that reflected her bitterness, she bit her tongue and massaged her fingers into Zorya’s fur. She’d already wept once today; she was through wallowing in her misery. She was through.

“Wicke is a natural,” she managed to say, forcing a positive tone with a smile to match. “She’s already doing a wonderful job guiding the foundation back to its former glory.”

“When the time is right, Gladion, you ought to try contacting her. She may be serving as Aether President for the time being– which, as you know, is a very demanding job… but I’m sure she’d make time for you.” There was a pause before she added with a hint of levity, “Not to nag you, of course.”

Zorya ate up the attention like treats, being a pure nuzzle-pup. She always loved the notice she got, and being a puppy with the puppy-chub only made her cuter. The hellpup gave a yip in response, much like a “yes”.

“That’s good. Guess I made a good judgement when picking her.” He was glad to hear it; someone had to fix up the foundation. 

Gladion gave a sigh and a nod, scratching the Eevee’s chin before laying on his back. The Eevee pup followed, standing on his chest as the young professor rubbed his face. “For Arceus’ sake, I’m so damn behind with everyone...” 

“I’m six yeeeeearssss behiiiiind...” Which...would give a lot to talk about later when he finally did do the chit-chat. “I’ll...be sure to go with my research team on the Alola trip in some months. I believe we’re going to be studying the Z-Crystals since they don’t work here in Viarie...Type Energies and all that.”

Were they still the Champion? Was Hau a Kahuna now? He had so much to think about now, and he wouldn’t mind some field studies--

...A thud and roar on the roof caught his attention, the blond sitting up with the pup rolling onto his lap. That was the Dragon Bus’ Hydreigon.

“...Do tell, have you ever meet a Hydreigon up close?”

[sirororo]

グラジオくんクロバットと堕天使ごっこしてる

[gladi0lus-moved]

// Tag drop, reorganizing Gladion’s blog just a bit.

[senky-man]

rakugaki

[gladi0lus-moved]

balsamina:

“Oh,” Lusamine said blandly, opting to accept Gladion’s blatant lie. “So that was it.”

The tangent was quickly– mercifully– forgotten. Upon sight of the gaggle of young Pokemon, Lusamine automatically smiled and cooed.

“Ah, just look at them all…! So darling…” She was about to make another comment, but stopped herself to listen to Gladion’s explanation about the Eevee– which was rife with puns. She made a face. That’s awful, she might have jokingly quipped, but instead she sighed, eyes distant. “You are so much like your father.”

A hand swiped absently across her cheek, wiping at a smear of makeup just beneath her eye. Right on cue, the Pokemon, bless them, came scampering in to save her from what might have been another humiliating display of emotion. Masking it with a laugh, she leaned down to offer them her hands, letting them sniff her and jump up onto her legs.

“Well, hello there, little ones! Look at you…! Yes, you have a visitor, don’t you? Oh, yes, I know it’s all very exciting, you can hardly contain yourselves…”

She paused her cooing to look up at the Houndour frolicking about in circles around her, then stifled a chuckle. It did not take her long to figure that Houndour was the same one that had first greeted her, scaring her half to death before nearly tearing her dress in an attempt to leap into her arms.

“I believe we’ve met,” said Lusamine, beckoning to the canine with an outstretched hand. “Here, Zorya… Come here.” She glanced back at Gladion. “Is she yours?”

“Zorya is mine, yeah. Got her when I was training with someone. She was just a new pup when we met.~” Gladion recalled it fondly, remembering the first time he got to pet a wriggling little fuzz ball. Even while little, she had a social personality and wanted to poke every new thing.

The young Professor took a few steps over, careful of the Pokemon and sitting himself cross-legged. An Eevee trotted over, hopping onto his knee and giving a little “Vee!” while looking for pets. Gladion obliged, scratching behind the pup’s ears with a smile. 

Zorya meanwhile, did come over to Lusamine and gave happy yips. She was happy to see new people! New people might give treats and head scratches! The small hellhound nuzzled it’s head into the hand happily, with a small “grr”.

“Heh, she...actually can be a bit picky on who she’ll approach, so her being so open must mean something good.” A complete lie, as the pup loved every new person equally. But in a way, it was a nice lie, and a way to make anyone he told it to feel special.

“...How’s Aether been by the way? I know I left it to Wicke, so...Has it changed much since then?” He assumed they were still making breakthroughs in medicine. Maybe as well helping Interpol. “I honestly stopped getting emails at some point, probably since I just wanted distance...” And Wicke was wholly capable in all honesty.

[gladi0lus-moved]

puppetcollection:

Closer and closer to the center, more and more she kept her attention on him, closing the gap.  Durathror was certain he’d make his intent clear if she kept after him, and she wasn’t far off on that.  

He wanted to cleanse…?  To get rid of her and what she’d done?  No.  That wouldn’t happen.  Sure, she wasn’t strangling San Miguel anymore or its Solar Tree, but as long as she still remained, she didn’t have any intention to move from this location - especially if she had no idea if Dainn wished to move elsewhere or stay put.

Eventually, she chose to reveal herself in one of the deepest areas of this decrepit town.  “…It’s easy to hear you when nobody else is talking here, you know.”  She presented herself to the strange young man calmly, but there was an air of seriousness about her.  At least she hadn’t come out in a threatening manner, right?  “Shouldn’t you be elsewhere…?”

Well, finding the cause of the root just became a whole lot easier. “Easier to think when nobody is around as well. Let’s you figure if it sounds right.” Which was true for Gladion, he tended to organize a lot better when on his lonesome.

He turned to face the short Immortal, hands in his pockets where his brass knuckles were. Just in case things went sour. “Yeah, I probably should be, but here I am. Not elsewhere!” He says with a mix of sarcasm and humor in his voice. He really should have been externally acting more serious.

Which, now, he will partially do. “I’m Gladion, and I’m assuming you have a name too? Unless you’d prefer ‘Immortal’, or ‘Darkness Tree’.” He wanted to reason with her, and as he knew, the first step would probably be to talk. Try and get trust, then attempt to convince.

[puppetcollection-deactivated201]

@gladi0lus

Another walking into the streets of the run-down town Durathror called a home was rare.  Most avoided such a place due to the monsters, if not the ravenous dogs and deadly bees that took up residence in the dark alleyways.  And yet, a young male with blonde hair that was as gold as buttercups was here.  But why?

Making the most of her small stature as well as some silent steps mastered over the years, Durathror did her best to spy on the individual as he moved about.  Surely, she’d find out what was going on if she kept an eye on him.

[gladi0lus-moved]

One would think that he’d have a more cautious mind for the title he carried, but it appeared this Keeper may have lacked that. Or, he was gutsy enough to explore the abandoned area despite the risks.

Big dogs didn’t scare him when he had brass knuckles in hand. But he was only engaging when he was cornered.

Hands brushed against cracks in walls Gladion passed, him pausing every so often when he found roots with bright red thorns. He knew what these were, and what problems they were causing. And the deeper into the city, the larger and more jumbled the roots became. 

A hand went to his mouth in thought, speaking quietly to himself, “Can we cleanse this place without a hunter...? The Immortal is the cause, but we can’t use the Piledriver...Hm...Maybe reason...?”

[pkmnjesus]