Gotta Catch Some

((Indie Pokemon Trainer OC Ask/RP Blog | Everyone Friendly | Please read About and Rules)) "Heya! 'M Lottie. I was plannin' on taking on a gym challenge in Sinno', but then mom 'n dad moved us again like two years ago or somethin'...But now. Now! I'll be takin' on the Island Trials."

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cynic-longevity‌:

“Fine.  Lead the way.”  He allowed the small hatchling to take him by the hand and drag him onward.  Oh, he was definitely going to have to teach this girl some safe skepticism.  And to not invite over people she barely knew.  He pitied this poor child’s father.

Lottie led him to the library. It’s been awhile since she’s been in here. And the last time she had been in kids fiction. Actually, anytime she’s been here was for children’s fiction.

“Uhm...Yoga....right....”Where was that again? She had no idea, but she wasn’t about to give up. Surely, she had a chance if she just picked a random aisle, right? “It should be in this one!” It wasn’t. This was all historical non-fiction books.

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cynic-longevity‌:

“This hatchling was reared with zero sense of self-preservation.  Yes, that is exactly what I’m calling myself.  It’s not wrong.”  He heaved a sigh. 

“Well then that’s perfect, isn’t it?  You can like things enough for the both of us.  Yes, that sounds like it’ll work nicely.  Yes, a library will indeed have a book.  The exercises have been around almost as long as I have.” 

“Ya dun seem creepy ta me. And I do have self...Self-whatever!” 

“That’s not how it works!”She stomped her foot for emphasis,”Ya gotta like things yerself too! Ya dun get ta enjoy it if only someone else likes a thing,”She explained, grabbing for his hand to lead him to the library. “C’mon! Its this way.”

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cynic-longevity‌:

“And your parents would approve of you bringing home a strange, questionably moral old man?  I think not.  There are books on everything.  You hatchlings are just too buried in your phones.”

“This really isn’t deterring you in the slightest is it?”  The idea of ‘making fiends’ only made him cringe harder.  “Classes are out of the question.  My attention would most definitely be elsewhere.”  Like finding ways to subtly harrass classmates without them noticing.

“My parent’s work. If its in the middle of the day, then it should be fine.”She squinted, trying to understand what he was saying,”Didja just call yerself a creepy ol’ man?”

“It’s not! Ya deserve ta like somethin’ an’ I’m great at likin’ things! Hmmm...Would a library have one?” She asked. She took offense to being judged on her phone habits, so she was going to prove she could do book things too! She even knew where the library was! ...She thinks.

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cynic-longevity‌:

“I don’t use any of those things, so I don’t see why we can’t just use a book.”  He squinted at the small display on the phone.  Well… maybe it wasn’t a small display for a phone, he wouldn’t know the latest gizmos, but he didn’t see how they could both use this to stretch.  “So how are we both supposed to look at this tiny thing?”

“Are there yoga books?”Lottie honestly didn’t know. She only read adventure books and when she had to text books. “If we wanted ta, we could go back ta my home. I have a TV an’ computer at home.” Her parents did anyway.

“I’d prop it up on somethin’ an’ we’d both look at it? Oh! We could go find a class! That would be even better cuz ya could make friends!”

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cynic-longevity‌:

“Oh, I’m already perfectly fine without a mat.  And the clothes under my cloak are for exercising.  But?  What about you?  You think you can stretch in that?  Hmmmm?”  Was this ‘video’ of hers going to be one of those ‘internets’ things?

“It was made for travelin’, so I dun see why it wouldn’ be good fer exercise?” She looked up a beginner’s video. She didn’t press play, but held it over to show Alf the screen. “Can ya see the picture ok? Or do we need ta use a computer or TV or somethin’?”

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cynic-longevity‌:

“None of the above,” he replied.  Okay, she wasn’t going to let this go, was she?  He’d just have to find something to try that she’d hate so much that she’d drop it.  What did hatchlings hate?  Doing homework?  Doing chores?  Eating their vegetables?  What was so great about hobbies anyways?  Oh right.  Kids hate sitting still.  Perfect.  “Yoga.  Let’s try yoga.”

“Yoga?” Wasn’t that just stretching?”...Ok. Ok, if that’s what ya wanna try, let’s see what we need fer yoga.” She pulled out her phone and started typing away. “It says we need mats, and comfy stretchy clothes. An’ there are a bunch a tutorials ‘n video’s ‘n stuff we can watch.

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cynic-longevity‌:

“No, it’s because I’m old,” he replied flatly.  “Hobby?  Was that what we were doing?”  He couldn’t remember anymore.  Remembering things involved so much effort.  He only remembered the hatchling at all because she’d left an impression on him.  “I run an herbal remedy shop.  That’s plenty enough ‘hobbying’.”

“Blech! That’s a job, not a hobby!” Lottie announced,”We’ll jus’ hafta work tagether ta find ya one now that I’m back. What’s a good old person hobby? Golf? Puzzles? Crosswords? What do ya wanna try first?”

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cynic-longevity‌:

“Well, while I do certainly remember you, I’d say that you were the one who missed me if the fact that you came all the way here to see an old geezer is any indication.”

Yes, she looked very not dead.  That was good.  Always hard to tell how fast time passed these days.

Lottie gasped,”How’dja know!? Are ya psychic?” She giggled at herself. “Now it’s yer turn!”

“More importantly! Didja ever find somethin’ ya liked ta do, or somethin’? I remember us workin’ on findin’ ya a hobby.”

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cynic-longevity‌:

“Quite the ego on this little hatchling to assume I’d even remember you.”  Oh, the interesting one was back.  Wellll… he supposed he could let himself have some fun.  It had been quite a while after all.

“Dun be like that...”She was pouting now. Surely he was lying though, they were friends! He had to remember her! “Ya dun hafta pretend y’know. Ya can jus’ say ya missed me. It’s a-okay!”

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@cynic-longevity​

“Allllllf! Didja miss me? Didja? Didja?”

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It’s Friday! Which means one more day until mischief the weekend.

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She’s been hyped up and running around all morning! Good thing it’s the weekend!

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multimxn‌:

“OUTTA THE WAY! I GOTTA HURRY!”

Barry was rushing through the area trying to hurry to the nearby forest. He was recently at the Pokemon Center, getting his team healed up when he heard a couple of trainers talking about some rare pokemon being seen in the woods, and Barry wasn’t going to miss that! Thank Arceus that person he ran by had some reflexes, otherwise he’d have to fine them for slowing him down!!

Lottie didn’t hesitate to run after him, and Angel behind her. While it wasn’t too hard to keep the pace he set, she struggled to catch up to him. When she got close she called out,”Hey? Where are we going?”

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hex-obsessed‌:

Hex reeled back in shock and a small bit of horror as a strange Pokemon ran up to her barking. She didn’t know what to do about this at all, she wasn’t ready for this, she hadn’t mentally prepared herself for this situation. Was this a situation where she sent out her Pokemon? 

Luckily the trainer in question showed up quickly to call the Rockruff off, which solved one problem but immediately left her with another dilemma. What was she supposed to do now? Hex hadn’t had enough time to hype herself up for social interaction.

She fidgeted and shifted, pulling her hair forward over her face as she tried to hide in plain sight. “I… I wasn’t scared…” She replied, voice squeaking out from how nervous she was. The other girl was talking faster than she was, and despite the fact that Hex was older, she was all the more awkward for it. How did you talk to kids?

The accusation caused her to tense up again, eyes widening. “A… a vampire…? But it’s light out… I’d burst into flames if I was…”

She looked at the older lady for a moment at that not scared comment, but didn’t bother to comment on it. She let her be proud of herself for not calling her out for a few seconds, before getting back to the topic at hand.

“Awe....I guess that’s true...Hmmmm...”She thought for a moment before sighing,”I dunno why Angel was goin’ crazy...Unless! Are ya a ghost? Or a witch or somethin’ like that?” She got excited again at her own suggestions. She was bouncing on her toes now even.

Angel was behaving now, just sitting behind Lottie’s legs, its head tilted at it’s trainer’s behavior. It wasn’t that odd that she got excited, but every time got Angel curious at what was exciting now.

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@multimxn

“Woah! What’s yer rush?” Lottie huffed, barely managing to dodge some blonde guy. “Ya coulda turned me inta a pancake goin’ that fast!” Her Rockruff barked in agreement.

She wasn’t mad, more curious. Usually, if trainers were rushing like that there was something cool somewhere. And she wanted a part of it! If he kept going, she would follow.

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@hygefrymm​

That kid looks around her age! But she hasn’t seen him around before...She should say something to get his attention.

“I wouldn’ go that way if I were you.”

“Kids have been goin’ missin’ on that route,”That was an absolute lie,”People are sayin’ that they’re gettin’ spirited away by a ghost.”

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@hex-obsessed

“Ruff! Ruh ruff!” A Rockruff ran up only to start barking. It was soon followed by a pink haired kid.

“Angel enough! I said stop it!” She scolded when she had caught up to the dog pokemon. Reluctantly, the Rockruff listened, giving the kid a chance to look at who she was talking to.

She opened her mouth about to ask about the swirls in her eye, but her mom’s words echoed back to her and she closed her mouth for just a second before,”’M sorry. She usually ain’t like this. Hope she didn’ scare ya none?”

“...Ya ain’t a vampire are ya? I hear Rockruff an’ Growlithe an’ them can sense that sorta thing.” She was grinning at the older girl as she waited for a response.