MEGA STEEL

This is a closed Steven Stone RP blog associated with National Park. Icon drawn by suiraitei!

[melanterite]

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(( I’M ALIVE................ LIES DOWN,......... had a bit of a SUPER BUSY HELL WEEK THERE LAUGHS and i was super fried during the weekend WEEPS........... BUT AYYY ITS THANKSGIVING ALMOST SO I THIIINK I”LL HAVE MORE FREE TIME SOON <3 <3

I OWE

WALLY

BRAWLY

WALLACE

IN THAT ORDER, AYYYYY HOPEFULLY I’LL GET AROUND TO IT STARTING TOMORROW <3 <3 <3 SORRY GUYS <3 <3 <3 <3 ))

[melanterite]

Home || Steven & Wallace

[wassili]

A guardian must always be ready to serve his cause.

When his PokéNav barked at him late into the previous night, a throat-tightening sense of urgency roused Wallace from his sleep and out the door. The chilly night trip to the Cave of Origin was sickeningly familiar, and, though the situation could not compare in severity to any recent near-apocalyptic event, he couldn’t help but feel stiff with a nostalgic worry that now manifested in the lump in his throat.

Time-sensitive crises involving restricted, untouchable areas only meant stressing and waiting. Arrangements made at unreasonable hours were undoubtedly frustrating, and Wallace, though finally free to leave hours later, could expect to be called back at any time that day. It, at the very least, relieved him that the ‘cave disturbance situation’ was brought to his attention and addressed sooner rather than later; after all, Steven was meant to return from his trip later this week, and to give him anything but his full attention during such an exciting reunion would have been most inappropriate.

The gradual push of the sun’s rays washed away Wallace’s hopes for being home in time to catch up on his sleep; strolling through walkways and gliding down stairs, he resolved to welcome the morning with a tired smile. While surprise emergencies and schedule changes weren’t foreign to him, as someone with great administrative responsibility in his beloved home community, Wallace wouldn’t have minded some rest.

With his Gym set to be closed that day, Wallace had a long morning of training to look forward to… but perhaps after some breakfast. Wallace’s gaze drifted away from the view of the Gym and glanced up in the direction of his approaching home. He squinted. Shadows play tricks on the eyes all the time, he knew, but shadows also seldom took solid form, nor did they tend to look like Steven.

Wallace choked on an abrupt gasp, his hand flying up to silence himself. A moment of scrutiny held him suspended before he released his breath and quickened his pace. Wallace couldn’t tame his wide smile as he approached Steven from behind. 

“Steven!” he laughed, revived over the first wave of good news of the day. He waited to be acknowledged before pulling Steven into a tight embrace, “Goodness, what.. on earth are you doing here?”

[melanterite]

“Wallace… I missed you,” said Steven, burying his face into his fiance's shoulder. He let his curled fingers relax against Wallace’s back as they hugged.

It was the little things that made Steven realize just how much he missed Wallace. The faint throb of Wallace’s heartbeat against his chest, the way he wrapped his arms around him—tight, secure, but not uncomfortably so. Steven breathed in Wallace’s scent and tightened his arms around him before breaking the embrace. He hung his arms around Wallace’s shoulders and looked him in the eyes. “I missed you. So much…”

A surge of pure, energetic bliss jolted through him. Steven pecked and then kissed Wallace’s lips without a moment’s hesitation in between—the first frantic, the second more defined.

Steven graced his fiance's jaw with his hand, examining his face with a concerned frown. He noted how tired Wallace looked layers deep under the thrill of their reunion. Tiny bags were forming under his bright eyes, and his demeanor felt strained. Steven brought his arms down and locked his fingers into Wallace’s.

“I was able to come home early and wanted to see you…” Steven murmured. Distracted, he brushed a loose strand of hair from Wallace’s face. “I hope that you aren’t just now returning home yourself, but from the looks of it… is everything okay? What happened?”

[melanterite]

♕: Would they rule, or be ruled?

Rule—though, Steven’s sense of rule is unique, as he respects his subordinates just as much as he would anyone more powerful than him, firmly believing that he can learn just as much (if not more) from his juniors.

Steven doesn’t particularly fit the mold of a good leader in the classic sense, but the combination of him constantly striving to improve as well as his admiration for trainers less powerful than him makes him an excellent role model. Steven does everything in his power encourage trainers to give it their all in order to improve.

[melanterite]

☻ / ☹

☻: Person who could without a doubt make them happy.

Steven loves his friends, but he is extremely introverted. Even though he can put up a charming and sociable front for anyone, he’s found over the years that he doesn’t have to for Wallace. He can be himself without feeling drained. 

The communication and openness of their friendship always makes Steven happy when they’re together.

☹: A thought that makes them sad.

HE CAN’T MEET THE SPACE ROCKS………. I’m Serious………….

Steven wants to experience everything—he wants to travel everywhere, explore every crack of the world, and discover the undiscovered. He knows that this is impossible, and the fact that this uncross-able boundary exists based on his own human limitations truly bothers him.

His wandering thoughts and dreams are so large-scale that they often skirt on the border of existential crises. It’s difficult for him to accept the fact he’ll never know everything, that there are rocks he’ll never see. The pursuit of knowledge, exploration, and discovery for Steven is filling a void of curiosity within him that everyone has—but his can never be sated. He’s trying to complete himself ways in which are impossible.

Taking a step back, he knows that this a completely ridiculous notion and thus rarely articulates it into words, much like anything else that makes him sad.

[melanterite]

Home || Steven & Wallace

Steven wasn’t good at surprises but he figured he’d try. Just this once.

Early that morning, well before dawn, Steven arrived back in Hoenn two days earlier than scheduled. It would be nice, he thought, to pay Wallace a surprise visit that morning. Catch up over some coffee or tea before their busy days began.

He started to have second thoughts about his plan while he weaved through Sootopolis’s quiet streets towards Wallace’s home, dragging his heavy luggage filled with samples from Chargestone Cave behind him. What if Wallace wasn’t home—out training, perhaps? What if he wasn’t awake yet and needed the sleep?

Feeling far too many knots in his stomach than he preferred at such an hour, Steven glanced at his watch. It was almost dawn now. The sun peeked over the jagged Sootopolitan horizon.

After taking a deep breath, Steven quietly knocked three times on Wallace’s front door and took a step back. He waited, curling his fingers around the handle of his luggage.

[cittamemes]

Headcanons!

☠: Their worst nightmare.  ☮: How they keep calm.  ♥: How they show affection.  ♕: Would they rule, or be ruled?  ★: Who inspires them.. ☼: Favorite season.  ☁: How they feel about cold weather.  ☻: Person who could without a doubt make them happy.  ☹: A thought that makes them sad.  ♫: Favorite music genre(s).  ✍: What language(s) they can speak.  ✖: A trait they despise in people.  ツ: A guilty desire of theirs.  ☃: Would they build a snowman…

[ragingwhirlpool-blog]

Surf’s Up

Brawly turned off the TV in his living room. He had just finished watching his favorite movie, Surf’s Up (2007) for the twelfth time this week. He tightened his grip on the DVD case. The thought of a life without this movie was unbearable. Looking out the window, Brawly noticed that it was already dusk. He bobbed his head appreciating the orange sky reflecting on the sea.

Though Brawly was a fighting type gym leader, he had an irrefutable fascination with the ocean. Every morning, he’d catch the best wave Dewford could manage and enjoy the breeze that blew through his bushy, baby blue hair. And, the way the water splashed and graced his skin was enough to paint the biggest smile on his face.

“’This is what it’s all about,’“ he quoted to himself. “’What could be better than this?’” The words of Big Z resonated within him as he got up and sprinted outside. As he ran, he noticed a figure sitting at shore. He found this odd, considering usually everyone in town is in their homes once sunset hits. His pace slowed down, but the closer he approached, the less suspicious he was. With a sigh of relief, he decided to take a seat.

“What’s up paddlepuss,” he smirked. “Waves too gnarly for you?”

[melanterite]

After a stressful day in Ever Grande, Steven retreated to the quiet shores of Dewford Town. He sat still in the sand, watching the final colors of dusk blend into the furthest reaches of the ocean horizon. Harsh waves rhythmically lapped against his body, creating such a moment of zen that he hadn’t noticed anyone approaching him.

“What’s up paddlepuss. Waves too gnarly for you?”

“Hi, Brawly.” And with a polite laugh, Steven said, “You know me… I’ve tried my hand at surfing and I’m certain that things would go even worse in the dark. I’ll leave that to you.”

Steven leaned back and propped himself up with his arms, studying his friend with a small smile. “How is everything at the gym?”

[melanterite]

I would like to know the scandal you, Diantha, and some other champions were involved in. I read it in a magazine I picked up in Hoenn some time ago.

”Scandal...? Are you perhaps referring to the incident surrounding the Sea Mauville facility...?”

Steven paused in hard thought. “With respect to the position I’ve always taken, I have no comment on Devon’s involvement. But beyond that, I’m afraid that my knowledge of what happened is spotty at best... I would like to know the finer details myself. However, I genuinely believe that there is nothing to be concerned about anymore. The pokémon who have taken shelter in the ruins are safe, and I am confident that any legal actions in regards to the facility’s employees have been taken care of as well.”

[melanterite]

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[melanterite]

BRRRRR [Open]

[obsianus-deactivated20160313]

It isn’t everyday his Pokemon get to have a vacation on the Lilycove beach. The sun is wrenching out heat on the waters, the ocean glinting from the light spewing out of the morning star ahead. The waves are lapping softly on the shore, sending glorious pads of foam to bubble on the beach.

While Wally curiously glances at the people on the beach enjoy the long Sunday morning, he focuses more on his Pokemon - the real reason why he’s going on this tiny vacation in the first place. 

Lapis is sinking into the waters, his large antenna peeking out of the waves as his Talonflame settles himself cautiously on his Swampert’s head. Roar has always been afraid of the water, not just because he’s a fire type; but he seems to trust Lapis despite his phobia. Wally smiles at the sight, covering his eyes from the gorging heat of the sun. 

In the meantime, Lavie, his Roserade, and his Delcatty, Aria, are lounging near the waters. Aria is soaking her feet on the crashing waves, catching drips of water on her fur to keep herself cool. Lavie is graciously inhaling the vicious heat of the sun, closing her eyes while Delcatty purrs contentedly beside her. 

But the one who seems to have the most fun out of this day is Optimus. Gallade is conversing with the other psychic fighting types on the beach, practicing their kicks and punches while their trainers are either battling themselves or simply enjoying the day, like Wally. Optimus doesn’t get much rest, and he’s always loved going on tiny trips near the water. 

“You know …” Wally looks at Arcane, smiling a little suspiciously at his Garchomp. “You should really enjoy yourself while we’re here. You’ve been working hard.” A little too hard, sometimes. “I want you to have fun, too.” 

Garchomp only shakes his head, glancing at Wally before he spot something over his trainer’s head. The Pokemon pulls himself up from the sand, nodding at Wally before pointing the direction. Wally stands up and rubs the sand off his shorts as he surveys the area, trying to see what caught Arcane’s attention. It isn’t long before he sees a trainer; in fact, not just any trainer, but a man not many can find. 

Wally sprints toward the farther edge of the beach, with Garchomp right behind him. He stops when Steven Stone himself acknowledges him, and before he can stop himself, a blush grows over his cheeks in embarrassment as well. 

“Oh,” Wally says, blinking out his surprise. “I, uh, I can help if you want.” 

[melanterite]

“Thank you. That’s very kind of you…” said Steven—and immediately, the boy’s many pokémon captured his attention. They looked strong; more so than others of their species. Their movements implied a significant and trustworthy level of calm that Steven rarely saw in pokémon raised by trainers around the boy’s age.

Hesitating, he brushed himself off in attempts to look more presentable, embarrassed to be meeting someone in such a state. Trying not to think about it, he turned his attention back to his Metagross, racking his brain for anything he could say to alleviate the awkwardness of the situation.

“Don’t be shy. Metagross doesn’t mind.” Steven gave Metagross a loving pet on the leg. He graced his hand down the previously-smooth surface of the ‘X’ on its face, brushing off a few stuck particles of sand with a frown.

Distracted by the boy’s pokémon, Steven wrung out his handkerchief and stuffed it back in his pocket, pausing thoughtfully as he observed them once more with keen interest. There was something special about this trainer.

“Your pokémon…” said Steven. “That remarkable zest and spirit—I can tell you care for them deeply, as do they for you. That special bond makes excellent trainers stand out from their peers… may I ask your name?”

[frommemetoyou]

My muse agrees to be completely honest and spare no details for one of your muse's curiosities, but only one. What does your muse try to find out from mine?

[melanterite]

BRRRRR [Open]

[karyuouji-blog]

“Excuse me! Sir-” the assistant had just managed to catch up to Lance on his rare visit with the other Elite 4 at the time. He’d managed to make himself busy for reasons he neer really disclosed with anyone, but had finally shown himself. Lance turned around, loking surprised and a litle embaressed. 

“My apologies, you needed me?” She looked a little nervous- no doubt her first day on the job, for this one at least. He couldn’timagine keeping up with teh other four, let alone himself. “W-well you see…we have an invitation for you..it’s for the annual League meeting.” the tamer felt the need to roll his eyes, of course. “Any idea where it’ll be this year?” he asked her, carefuly begining to open the envelope.

“I believe they mentioned the Hoenn Region…Lilycove City.”

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[melanterite]

Immediately recognizing the voice, all the color drained from Steven’s face as he brushed his dripping hair out of his eyes. “Lance? Oh… I, um…”

Hardly presentable for a friend whom he hadn’t seen in ages, Steven attempted to wipe the wet sand off his pants, but only smeared it into tiny clumps. The frantic tidying only made him seem more disheveled, so he quickly gave up.

“It’s great to see you,” said Steven, giving the champion a smile. He felt his cheeks burning and hoped he didn’t look as embarrassed and disorderly as he felt. He glanced down at Metagross, who was indeed sinking further and further into the sand. Steven gave it a pat before returning it to its pokéball, feeling biting guilt from doing so while it was still so dirty. “I didn’t expect it to be like this…”

After a short pause, he felt the need to explain himself. He pointed behind him with his thumb. “There’s a littoral cave off the coast of Lilycove. I was getting restless waiting around for the meeting to start, so I thought I would take a quick look. But I ended up gathering some samples, and… well…”  

[melanterite]

BRRRRR [Open]

It was a chilly day in Hoenn, but the weather never once deterred Steven from searching for rare stones. As he waded out of the shallow waters of a sea cave near Lilycove, he began to question his decision to look for gemstones in such a place rather than somewhere warmer.

Inside the cave, the breathtaking layers of walls and ceiling distracted Steven enough for him to trip over a stray rock jutting up from the sea floor. He lost his balance, and his frantic reflex was to mash the release button on the nearest pokéball he could get his hands on. The impact of Metagross’s weight crashing into the water drenched Steven from head to toe.

But Steven didn’t complain—even while slogging out of the water to the rocky shores of the cave’s perimeter, brushing clumped locks of his dripping hair out of his eyes.

Backpack heavy with samples, he climbed back to the beach, his soaked socks squishing inside his boots with every step. The ocean breeze made Steven hug his arms across his chest.

Though it was cold, Steven was more concerned with how Metagross was doing, having just polished it less than a week ago. Once he was far enough on Lilycove’s beach, Steven let Metagross out of its pokéball again, the pokémon’s massive weight causing it to sink into the sand.

Steven smiled and nuzzled Metagross’s face before digging through his pockets and retrieving a dripping-wet handkerchief. He wrung it out before kneeling in the sand and beginning the hopeless task of drying off Metagross as well as he could, checking it for any damage.

Engaged with the task at hand, it took Steven a few minutes to notice that someone approached him. Embarrassed, Steven stood up quickly and brushed the wet sand off of his pants. “Oh… Please accept my apologies for causing such a spectacle. I’ll be on my way soon.”