Prince of the Trainer's School

Indie Ilima Rper | Multiship

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       like this post for a starter or smth. it’ll probably be a one-liner until i get used to writing again. im me if you’d like to plot or smth too bc i’m >:0c

[adorablesorcerylittlearle-deact]

Open Starter (Pokémon Verse)

Arle had been waiting at the Pokémon School on Melemele Island’s Route 1, for a Trainer who is said to be the Captain of the first Island Trial she would take… the Normal Trial in Verdant Cavern. However, she hadn’t seen them yet, so she decided to take a nap until they arrived.

[naturallyspectacular]

Ilima had once again been called to the Trainer’s school to greet a new trainer. As the only Trial Captain on Melemele, he did quite a bit of footwork. This particular call had taken him away from one of his paintings. Smeargle was rather unhappy about this, but what could they do about it?

Petting his companion on the head, he began to clean up his painting supplies. He’d just have to return some other time to finish the painting. Though this slowed him down in his departure, as he had to also carry his canvas and easel back with him and drop them off at his house in Halu'oli before he could head to the Trainer’s school.

He arrived at the school, a rag in hand, wiping all the paint off that had gotten on his hands. He didn’t waste time in going inside to hear from Miss Emily, the teacher.

“Ilima! There you are. What took you so long?” She asked him, to which he sighed, though the placid smile remained on his face. “I had been painting and had to stop at home before I could come here.” He explained, continuing to attempt getting the paint from between his fingers

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but we have a promising newcomer who wants to take your trial.” As if there would be another reason he was called here.

Ilima raised an eyebrow slightly, “Where is this trainer?” If they had completed a lesson at the Trainer’s school, they were likely ready for his trial, though he’s still seen people have trouble with the Totem Pokémon even after defeating the teacher herself.

“I believe she chose to take a nap in the playroom downstairs.”

With a nod, Ilima led the way downstairs, smiling at the children who immediately swarmed him, “oh come now, I’ll train with you all later.” He responded petting their heads. Young trainers were always so enthusiastic. It would be interesting to see what kind of person this newcomer was.

He gently tapped the sleeping child on the shoulder and stood back a pace. “Alola. I’m Captain Ilima.”

[adorablesorcerylittlearle-deact]

Upon feeling the other’s hand tapping her shoulder, the child woke up, lightly yawning.

“Alola…” She greeted the other. Upon hearing that he was the Captain, she was quick to make introductions.

“My name’s Arle, and I’m ready to take on your Trial!” She proudly declared, showing off her Z-Ring.

[naturallyspectacular]

Well she certainly had spunk, he'd give her that. Maybe a little too confident if she thought that she was ready directly after finishing up at the Trainer's school, but she didn't know, and he'd seen much worse in terms of overconfidence, sometimes without skill to back it up.

Still, battling was meant to be fun, was it not? So long as it accomplished that it didn't really matter, right? He hoped that the fun of battle wasn't undermined by the trial, that would be a shame.

The Z-Ring around his own wrist had become a constant to the point he often forgot it was even there, so he hardly reacted when he was shown the girl's Z-Ring, he simply lifted his own wrist and stood up, "Well then, shall we? Verdant Cavern is on Route 2, on the other side of Halu'oli City."

[chimerasboy-blog]

naturallyspectacular:

‘Someone who looks like him’? Ilima had to hold back a laugh at that one. Was the other boy really that unaware of just how… Unique his style was? Granted he could always been hiding something and very poorly trying to cover his tracks, but it was more entertaining to give him the benefit of the doubt and believe the former.

“I suppose I could have, but I remember seeing you at the celebration for the first Champion of Alola.” There had been many unfamiliar faces at that party, but Gladion had been hiding in the foliage, and it stuck out to him as odd, suspicious, even though he’d only caught a glimpse of him. Still… A person who was truly bad wouldn’t have tried to return his notebook.

Tilting his head slightly, he smiled. He felt a little bad for having considered him suspicious, but Gladion did give off that impression. Especially considering how he’d responded to possibly being recognized. Hm. Well even petit as he is, Ilima can hold his own in battle, so he wasn’t particularly worried. “Anyways,” he began, placing his hands on his hips, “Don’t worry about the notebook thing, I’m not upset about it.”

          EVIDENTLY HE wasn’t- in fact, if one were to ask Gladion about what his particular style was, his response would probably be something vague based on functionality as opposed to fashion. Oh, he had a tendency to lean towards a certain sort of fashion- and a very distinct one at that- but unless someone called him on it, he was rather oblivious.

          “Oh.” At the response, the blond’s shoulders slumped ever so slightly, almost as if a great weight had been taken off of them. Glancing away for a moment, he debated on how he wanted to respond. “The Champion and I are familiar with one another.” Was what he admitted to, feeling just the tiniest bit embarrassed that he had managed to get caught without even noticing. “I’m just not really good with parties.” That much, at least, was completely honest- he was more of a wallflower than anything else, uncomfortable with large crowds and celebrations. 

          “I’m surprised- I didn’t think anyone noticed I was there.” Seemed like this person was rather observant. “I have a sister, so I wouldn’t have been very surprised if that was the reason why I seemed familiar to you.”

          “I’m glad the notebook is back to the rightful owner.”

[naturallyspectacular]

"Sister?" Ilima raised an eyebrow, lifting his gloved hand to his chin as he looked at Gladion closer, his eyes and face more than him as a whole, scanning for a family resemblance with anyone he'd seen thus far. "Ah, you do resemble Lillie now that I think about it."

Speaking of Lillie, he wondered how she was getting along in Kanto. Really, had she expressed interest he would have given her one of his pokemon to start out, but he supposed that part of the point in going to Kanto was for a fresh start.

Pushing his bangs out of his eyes, he placed his notebook back in his bag, though he still cradled his tablet in his arms. "I am as well. I got that notebook in Kalos when I studied abroad there." Needless to say it was special to him. "Have you ever been outside Alola before?"

[adorablesorcerylittlearle-deact]

Open Starter (Pokémon Verse)

Arle had been waiting at the Pokémon School on Melemele Island’s Route 1, for a Trainer who is said to be the Captain of the first Island Trial she would take… the Normal Trial in Verdant Cavern. However, she hadn’t seen them yet, so she decided to take a nap until they arrived.

[naturallyspectacular]

Ilima had once again been called to the Trainer's school to greet a new trainer. As the only Trial Captain on Melemele, he did quite a bit of footwork. This particular call had taken him away from one of his paintings. Smeargle was rather unhappy about this, but what could they do about it?

Petting his companion on the head, he began to clean up his painting supplies. He'd just have to return some other time to finish the painting. Though this slowed him down in his departure, as he had to also carry his canvas and easel back with him and drop them off at his house in Halu'oli before he could head to the Trainer's school.

He arrived at the school, a rag in hand, wiping all the paint off that had gotten on his hands. He didn't waste time in going inside to hear from Miss Emily, the teacher.

"Ilima! There you are. What took you so long?" She asked him, to which he sighed, though the placid smile remained on his face. "I had been painting and had to stop at home before I could come here." He explained, continuing to attempt getting the paint from between his fingers

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but we have a promising newcomer who wants to take your trial." As if there would be another reason he was called here.

Ilima raised an eyebrow slightly, "Where is this trainer?" If they had completed a lesson at the Trainer's school, they were likely ready for his trial, though he's still seen people have trouble with the Totem Pokémon even after defeating the teacher herself.

"I believe she chose to take a nap in the playroom downstairs."

With a nod, Ilima led the way downstairs, smiling at the children who immediately swarmed him, "oh come now, I'll train with you all later." He responded petting their heads. Young trainers were always so enthusiastic. It would be interesting to see what kind of person this newcomer was.

He gently tapped the sleeping child on the shoulder and stood back a pace. "Alola. I'm Captain Ilima."

[memeroundups]

Send ‘Look into my eyes’ and my muse will bold what they see

| Hope | Love | Passion | Hate | Resentment | Envy | Indifference | Confidence | Insecurity | Greed | Desire | Optimism | Spite | Hostility | Kindness | Warmth | Intelligence | Experience | Trauma | Aggression | Gentleness |  Arrogance | Pride | Lust | Cruelty | You’re soft | You’re trusting | You seem honest | You’re humble | You’re cold | You’re closed off | You’re reserved and guarded | You’re unfeeling | You’re remorseless | You’re heartless | You’re inhuman | You’re frightening | You’re frightened | You’re devious | You’re unpredictable | You’re struggling | You’re lost | You’re broken | You’re disheartened | You seem headstrong | You seem difficult | You’re stubborn | I see hope | I see purpose | I see absolute conviction | I see compassion | I see a shining light | I see shattered remains | I see something familiar | I see a friend | I see an enemy | I see a lover | I see thirst for blood | I see malicious intent | I see pity | You’re pitiful | I see darkness | You’re unwavering | You’re pure | You’re noble |

[spaacemusings]

                                              I aim to be lionhearted,                                               but my hands still s h a k e                                        and my voice isn’t quite loud enough.

[rubatosiis]

@naturallyspectacular

“Whoa!” Prompto nearly jumped when he saw the little puppy pokemon came to yip his way. He could not help but smile as he knelt down to give it a scratch behind the ears. “It’s okay! Just wants to say hello to everyone, right?”

[naturallyspectacular]

Cyril gave a happy bark and licked at Prompto's hand while Ilima focussed on catching up to the puppy. There was a Pikipek perched on Ilima's shoulder as well as a Stufful in his arms. The Trial Captain had been out working with his lower leveled pokémon, but they didn't seem very interested in battling.

He couldn't fault them for that, of course, so he wouldn't force them to fight if they didn't want to, but he just wished Cyril wouldn't run off so much. "Yes, he is very friendly," the pink haired male said, a hint of fondness in his voice, but now that his pokémon was in his sight again, he had the opportunity to look over the stranger that the puppy had run to.

An amused smile played on his face as he shifted the squirming Stufful so that it was better supported. "Oh how rude of me. I'm Trial Captain Ilima. The little one is Cyril, and these are Reyn and Nicki."

[chimerasboy-blog]

naturallyspectacular:

Ilima had been searching for hours. He’d retraced his steps several times, but he just couldn’t seem to find his notebook. The pink haired captain was starting to get a little frazzled considering the fact the notebook in question was one he’d bought in Kalos when he was studying abroad and currently had poems and short stories written among the pages. As confident as he may seem, his writings were kept under lock and key since they were often personal.

That being the case, he sighed in relief when Gladion approached him with the very notebook he was searching for, the clasp still firmly closed from what he could tell. It wasn’t like Gladion was incapable of unclasping it, the fact that it was currently shut just gave him hope that the blond before him hadn’t been nosey.

“Thank you. I’ve been looking all over for it.” Ilima flashed a gentle smile at the boy, honestly not that upset. He knew from his readings that Sneasel and Weavile tended to have a mischievous streak to them. Dark types often did. One of the reasons he much preferred his darling normal types, but he wasn’t one to judge a pokémon based on their type- normal types could be mischievous too, after all- He’d just noticed he usually preferred normal types.

Wait a minute…

“Do I know you? You seem familiar.” This was a little irritating for him, since he prided himself on being able to remember people, but this time he appeared to be pulling a blank. Maybe he had only seen him in passing? That would be embarrassing. “Well, no matter. I’m Captain Ilima.”

       “IT’S NO problem.” The blond replied, seeming just a little bit awkward- it was nothing personal, of course. He just wasn’t what one would have considered a social butterfly by any means, but that went doubly so when he felt like he was at fault for something- or his Pokemon in this case, but he still felt as though it was fair for him to personally shoulder the blame considering his Weavile was the culprit.

         Thankfully, Gladion was the sort to be respectful of other people’s privacy; with enough time and effort, he could have certainly broken his way into the notebook- if Team Skull had taught him one thing, it was how to open a lock- but had deliberately made the choice not to. However, the blond knew he wouldn’t have wanted his privacy invaded if someone happened to find a journal or log of some sort belonging to him, and he could imagine the mystery owner probably would have felt the same.

         At the Captain’s question, Gladion seemed to visibly perk up, confusion flashing across his features. Did he? The boy couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous at the thought- hopefully he wasn’t being recognized for his association with Team Skull. “Is that so? Maybe you know someone who looks like me?” Maybe.

        “I’m… Gladion.”

[naturallyspectacular]

‘Someone who looks like him’? Ilima had to hold back a laugh at that one. Was the other boy really that unaware of just how… Unique his style was? Granted he could always been hiding something and very poorly trying to cover his tracks, but it was more entertaining to give him the benefit of the doubt and believe the former.

“I suppose I could have, but I remember seeing you at the celebration for the first Champion of Alola.” There had been many unfamiliar faces at that party, but Gladion had been hiding in the foliage, and it stuck out to him as odd, suspicious, even though he’d only caught a glimpse of him. Still… A person who was truly bad wouldn’t have tried to return his notebook.

Tilting his head slightly, he smiled. He felt a little bad for having considered him suspicious, but Gladion did give off that impression. Especially considering how he’d responded to possibly being recognized. Hm. Well even petit as he is, Ilima can hold his own in battle, so he wasn’t particularly worried. “Anyways,” he began, placing his hands on his hips, “Don’t worry about the notebook thing, I’m not upset about it.”

[chimerasboy-blog]

          “I KNOW this might sound a little weird, but does this belong to you? I noticed my Weavile conveniently found it.” Or stole it. Probably stole it, actually; he knew his Pokemon, quirks and bad habits included.

[naturallyspectacular]

Ilima had been searching for hours. He’d retraced his steps several times, but he just couldn’t seem to find his notebook. The pink haired captain was starting to get a little frazzled considering the fact the notebook in question was one he’d bought in Kalos when he was studying abroad and currently had poems and short stories written among the pages. As confident as he may seem, his writings were kept under lock and key since they were often personal.

That being the case, he sighed in relief when Gladion approached him with the very notebook he was searching for, the clasp still firmly closed from what he could tell. It wasn’t like Gladion was incapable of unclasping it, the fact that it was currently shut just gave him hope that the blond before him hadn’t been nosey.

“Thank you. I’ve been looking all over for it.” Ilima flashed a gentle smile at the boy, honestly not that upset. He knew from his readings that Sneasel and Weavile tended to have a mischievous streak to them. Dark types often did. One of the reasons he much preferred his darling normal types, but he wasn’t one to judge a pokémon based on their type- normal types could be mischievous too, after all- He’d just noticed he usually preferred normal types.

Wait a minute…

“Do I know you? You seem familiar.” This was a little irritating for him, since he prided himself on being able to remember people, but this time he appeared to be pulling a blank. Maybe he had only seen him in passing? That would be embarrassing. “Well, no matter. I’m Captain Ilima.”

[rockthemegalegends]

"It's cake, how difficult can it be?" Says the boy who hasn't cooked for himself before. (naturallyspectacular for any of 'em)

@naturallyspectacular​

These words earn a glance between Geo and X, who look more than a little concerned. X even crosses his arms, before looking around the kitchen with a bit of wariness. 

“I don’t know…” he says with a worried tone. “I know I’m not cut out for this.”

“My entire kitchen is automated where I come from,” Geo points out. “I guess if we follow the instructions it shouldn’t be too hard.”

Omega-Xis’ voice can be heard laughing from Geo’s transer. “This is going to be so entertaining.”

[naturallyspectacular]

The pink haired trainer gave a gentle smile at the younger two, "Come now, it can't be that difficult. I've watched people make cakes before, and it certainly doesn't seem difficult." He pulled a bowl down from a higher shelf and began searching for a recipe. "What kind of cake does Rock like?"

Ilima was probably the best at remembering birthdays, and he wasn't about to let Rock go without a cake. This tended to happen every year, but usually Ilima just had someone else make the cake for him and he'd bring it to the school the following day to celebrate, however Rock was comparatively new, so he'd only learned his birthday the day of, and of course the ones he usually asked to make the cakes had left to spend time with family.

That being the case, he only had one option: to make it himself, but he didn't know much about Rock, hence why he enlisted the help of two people who did.

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