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jolteonjordansh replied to your post: open rp
((I’M JUST A BYSTANDER BUT I WANT YOU ALL TO KNOW THAT THIS IS A GORGEOUS TRAGEDY IN THE MAKING))
((Actual evidence that Orre is the darkest region. Dark Orre fandom show me McDonalds gothic or something IDK))
open rp
vericheldes:
“lonliest burgur……”
oh no. it remindeded him of when brudder made him leav famlee. he cookd burger but it SMELLD LIKE THE FLAMSES OF THE LAB……
“here’s ur burge” he said said. “im so sad. do u have a dad. just wonderign. for no reasn.”
“thanx 4 burg” mikul take burg but cant help notis man seem very sad. maybe bc he sed he wus sad. he feel kinship bc he 2 very sad.
mans queshtun make mychul sadder. bc he have no dad. “im dadless how u kno...” maybe burgur man psykick???
open rp
orrewhat:
vericheldes
elds walks up to michel, sad. very sad. he miss his sonn.
“welcom 2 michel alon” he sed. his wife dont simile no morr. “take order”
miker miss his fathur. but not no dis sad fast food employe is fathur. teh bitter ironeez...
“ill have ur lonliest burgur” michul seys
open rp
michael goes to eat at the knockoff mcdonalds
(Psst, @jolteonjordansh, I heard it was your birthday and I was in a drawing mood today so it inspired me to draw a little, hope it was a good one!)
♘ ⚓ || Now that was a surprise. Michael really didn’t seem to hold any grudge against Eldes at all. Not for Cipher, not for… anything.
Of course not. How could he know, after all?
“I must admit, it’s quite a shock to hear that. Cipher was not a benign group–I’m sure you’re aware. And I was, after all, Greevil’s right-hand man.
“But you’re right. I came out here to remove myself from anything to do with Cipher. Evidently, jail time wasn’t enough.” Eldes chuckled–it was lighthearted, but he did hope Michael wouldn’t guess that Eldes’ prison sentence was far too short for the magnitude of the crimes he committed.
“Oh, but I’ve seen better days, truth be told. Make no mistake; Cipher still weighs heavily on my mind. But what’s done is done, no? So long as I’m fortunate enough to be here, in Hoenn, I ought to make the most of it. Although… I suppose it must be an odd sight: a man nearing his fifties, challenging the Pokémon League. But stranger things have happened, perhaps.
So much he wanted to say to Michael. So much he wanted to tell him–that he loved him, that he missed him, that his heart still ached to go home and forget his nightmare.
“You have a family, yes? You were with your… sister, was it?” Eldes asked, feigning ignorance–albeit thinly. “How are they doing? Your sister, your… your mother, surely?”
It surprises himself, honestly, how little the man’s presence affects him. Surely he ought to be perturbed by the sudden reappearance of a criminal -- at least a man who used to be a criminal. But he’s always found Eldes to have an oddly amiable, almost -- dare he think it -- soft quality that some of the other members of Cipher did not, something that puts him at ease in a way he can’t quite explain.
“Yeah, I guess, but you’re not...” Michael means to say something more meaningful, like you’re not like the rest of them, I can tell you have good in you -- but what comes out instead is, “--as annoying.” Definitely not the most eloquent way he could have phrased that. “Like Lovrina,” he clarifies moodily, still not quite over the trauma of having to deal with that girly yet vicious youth. “I mean -- I’m not comparing you to her, but -- never mind.”
Nailed it.
“You should be allowed to do what you want, yeah,” Michael says with a light laugh. “I’m here to get away too, you know? I mean -- I stole people’s Pokemon.” Some of yours, too. There’s no way to say it any more softly, and he winces. “That’s not something I really like thinking about... but there’s nothing that can be done about that either. Sometimes I wonder if Orre doesn’t bring out the worst in people...” A cough escapes his lips at his own grim words. “I mean, it’s nice to travel, anyway.”
He tilts his head slightly at the question about his family, but shrugs. “Yeah, Jovi -- she’s still a little brat. She would have found a way to come with me and embarrass me all over the place if I hadn’t stopped her, I’m sure. And my mom, she’s always so busy...” His tone takes on a wistful tinge. “I miss them, honestly. I like traveling, but... I feel like I should go back sooner than later. It must be weird for them not having me there...” Michael chuckles. “Actually, knowing Jovi, maybe she’s enjoying being the only child for once, without me to stop her from getting into all her mischief.”
❝ If you are interested in contests, then you should visit Hearthome City. That is where Sinnoh’s largest contest hall is located. ❞
His lack of interest in the conversation at hand was apparent. The boss’s gaze periodically looked past the youth, as if in search of someone or something. Though the boy possessed a certain quality of intrigue in that he was foreign, Cyrus’s preoccupation meant more to him than the explanation of something as mundane as contests. Previous intrigue in the foreigner was drowned in Cyrus’s concern in finding his old friend. It was of the greatest importance to him in that particular moment.
❝ You are a trainer, correct? Typically someone like you would be interested in challenging the gym… ❞ Cyrus understood that trainers around this this boy’s age were typically interested in challenging the Sinnoh League. It was what was expected of youth, though in retrospect, someone who hails from a region without contests may also not have a Pokémon League, as many regions did. But in truth, what were the odds of such a thing occurring? There were few regions without their own League; it was worth a try, to at least ask. After all, any prospective challengers would also be interested in the electric-specicialist’s location, yes?
❝ Have you perhaps heard of the whereabouts of Sunyshore’s gym leader, Volkner? ❞
“Er -- I’m not particularly interested, I was just -- curious?”
The boy from Orre can’t imagine himself enjoying something like a Pokemon contest from what he knows about the activity. Besides, doesn’t one have to dress up alongside their Pokemon to participate? Michael feels it would be embarrassing to have to wear anything flashy in front of a lot of people, and his Eevee -- being of a similar personality type -- would most likely feel the same way. Contests are much more suitable for trainers like his younger sister Jovi (or worse: Lovrina, who he doesn’t want to picture doing anything of the sort).
“Yeah, I’m a trainer,” Michael echoes, “but -- I’ve never challenged a gym leader before.” Unless Justy, the leader of the Pre Gym, counted. But it’s not like Orre’s Prestige Precept Center (what a mouthful) operates like a regular region’s gym, anyway. Beating Justy doesn’t even come with the reward of a badge.
“Would this be a good place to start...?”
It’s a legitimate question, coming from someone who has no idea how these things operate. Do you absolutely have to challenge the gyms in a fixed order, or can it be flexible? Do they steadily increase in difficulty like Mt. Battle trainers as you climb up, or is their only difference the type of Pokemon the leader specializes in? Perhaps he should have read more up on this region’s battling customs before diving in headfirst.
“Volkner...” The name sounds familiar, but Michael’s certain he’s never met the man before. “I have no idea,” he confesses, rubbing the back of his neck, sheepishly. “I wish I could be of more help. Does he, uh, vanish often?”
//Sorry about not being on much, I have a ton of schoolwork. (Also I don’t have replies to do anyway. So it doesn’t really matter?)
Anyway, I guess like this post if we haven’t interacted and you’d like a starter.
[ @orrewhat has entered the Colosseum! ]
“Michael…” He muttered more to himself then the actual boy before him. It had been too long since he had seen the boy. But this was nice. He had missed the younger brother figure he had made. Rui and him had met him when Michael was just a child. And Wes himself had only been a teen. “How’ve you been?”
Wes always seemed to be off on his own doing who knew what -- something cool, probably, at least cooler than what he did on a daily basis. “I’ve been -- well, you know, same as ever, I suppose. Taking care of Jovi, helping out at the lab... boring stuff. And you?” Though he was aware he idealized Wes quite a bit, he couldn’t help but assume that the other was off having interesting exploits while he was stuck at home.
return to sunyshore was a trip that cyrus had been trying to avoid. too many memories hung around the city: himself as a child, chasing after his avian ＰＯＫｅ́ＭＯＮ. lazy days spent on the beach and testing the waters with his toes. his parents and their harsh rule. his grandparents and their warm presence. everything clouded around him like cotton. and cyrus shoved it all back down into his mental cage.
cyrus could not put off return forever. the ＲＥＤ ＣＨＡＩＮ was almost finished, and soon his new world would be brought into existence and this incomplete one would be wiped from existence. however, there was still one person who needed to be convinced of how RIGHT cyrus was: his old childhood companion, volkner. he only needed one more chance. cyrus had first gone to the gym with the expectation that he would find volkner there, but upon arrival he learned that the electric gym leader was nowhere to be found. so as a result, he walked through the city until his feet brought him there, to the festive little bazaar just by the beach. vaguely distracted by his own turbulent thoughts, it was a moment before he finally registered the fact that someone was attempting to speak with him.
❝ ribbons ?❞ a soft echo fell from his lips as he turned to regard the speaker, glacial eyes roaming over his form briefly. most definitely not sinnohian, realized cyrus, he lacks the proper complexion. and then the explanation followed; the stranger came from a place that did not partake in the use of ribbons at all. interesting. ❝ they’re given to ＰＯＫｅ́ＭＯＮ who have demonstrated their worth, as a reward of a sort. supposedly they boost MORALE. ❞
There was something a bit unsettling about this person that Michael can’t quite put his finger on, something cold. But he wasn’t sure if he was just imagining it. His own relations with people outside his family have always been shaky at best, and especially after all he has been through, he has always found it difficult to relate to others on a personal level.
That being said, he couldn’t help but shiver slightly at the man’s gaze, as if it’s piecing apart his personality somehow, staring into his soul even.
No, that was melodramatic. Michael chided himself for even entertaining the thought.
“Demonstrated their worth?”
Back home, what did that mean? A Pokemon with worth was -- what? One who could compete in colosseum battles, one who could score someone a high ranking at Mt. Battle -- everything was about engaging in battles and winning those battles. Even the games at Realgam Tower revolved around battling, from the Battle CDs to Battle Bingo. Michael wracked his mind for something about the Sinnoh region that would be worthy of something like a ribbon other than battling, where morale was more important then winning.
“Oh --” He looked up, recalling something. “This region... it has those... contests, doesn’t it? Aren’t ribbons a thing in contests? I don’t know much about them -- do the Pokemon perform or something, or what...?”
The Ferrum Region? Have you heard of it?
[Squints.] It sounds familiar… maybe?
Would you consider leaving Orre and going to Poketopia if you had the chance?
I’d consider leaving Orre to go to pretty much anywhere else at this point.
♘ ⚓ || Eldes clasped his hand over his heart as if it could steady his rapid pulse. Before, when he first encountered the boy in Gateon Port, Eldes had to remind himself that he could no longer see Michael as his son. Eldes’ flesh and blood had to be a nameless, faceless nobody caught in the middle of Greevil reprimanding a subordinate. Then, for the first time in too long, Eldes experienced a joy he had almost forgotten–though he kept silent, not a twitch to the muscles on his face.
And, upon his departure, a grief he had almost become numb to–only to be driven by renewed paternal instinct to offer Michael a word of caution upon their next meeting at Mt. Battle. Later, a confrontation that broke his heart anew–his son, the enemy he was to destroy.
Eldes never thought he would see any of his family again–much less Michael, who he swore must have despised him. Why, it was that fear that kept him on the streets of Pyrite, that drove him to Hoenn…
“Exceedingly small.” Eldes nodded. “I must admit I never expected to see another Orrean here, much less… well, you.
“Look, Michael. I know what you must think of me, and you’ve every reason to be afraid of me. But I mean you no harm; I have no reason to anymore. Besides, I said we would not meet again as enemies, had I not?
“But what do you say to that? I suppose what I’m asking is, well… who am I to you?”
“Y-yeah, same...” He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. “Well -- I guess, better you than some people.” Michael paused, letting his own tactlessness sink in. “I didn’t mean it like -- never mind.” Someday he would learn to talk to people a bit more gracefully, but today was apparently not that day.
He considered the man’s question. Other than surprise, there was truly not much lingering negative feeling behind his memory of Eldes, other than his ever-present desire to stay as far away from Cipher and any trace of it as possible. Answering the other’s question with that in mind was proving to be a bit difficult.
“Um... not much of anything?”
Again, his words come out a bit harsh, and he backpedals a little. “Er -- all I meant is -- you’re right about us not being enemies. And I believe that you don’t want to hurt anybody. I mean, whether or not you’re up to something, I wouldn’t stop you anyway.” He shrugged. “Don’t really feel like dealing with that kind of thing anymore one way or the other, that’s why I’m out here. Kinda get the sense that’s why you’re here too? So I guess you’re more of a familiar face than anything.”
Michael paused. “So, um -- this mind sound a little weird, but... how have you... been?” Was that a strange thing to ask someone who had technically not been on his “side” before?
Could you contemplate what a Shadow Mewtwo would look like? (Hypothetically speaking if one could exist)
Well, it’s not like the Shadow Pokemon really looked that different from regular Pokemon… other than being kinda, I dunno, purplish? Besides – [He shudders.] A Shadow Mewtwo sounds like a really bad idea. From what I read, Mewtwo was created by scientists but rebelled, didn’t it? So to already have that hatred for humanity, and then to physically close its heart on top of that… sounds like a recipe for disaster to me.
@distcrtions
Michael did not like the cold.
In fact, he had put off even visiting the region of Sinnoh simply due to the very existence of Snowpoint City. Michael wore long sleeves and layers even in the hottest parts of the Orre region, so he knew that no matter what he did, he would freeze in Sinnoh’s coldest area.
Eventually -- begrudgingly -- he decided to visit the region nonetheless, after doing extensive research to make sure there were places he could stay that would not involve walking into a freezer. Sunyshore City was one such place; it reminded him a bit of Gateon Port back home, though a bit more technologically advanced.
Some of the items being sold at the marketplace confused him a bit, however, so Michael decided to suck up his pride and pitch his query to the first person he saw. After all, most of the people around here were most likely locals, right? No sense trying to figure everything out for himself when there were plenty of resources to help guide him. And even though the people here didn’t know him like they did back home, that was no reason to assume they wouldn’t be friendly.
“Um... excuse me? I’m new around here, and I was just wondering -- what’s the deal with all the Ribbons? We don’t have anything like that where I’m from...”
Howdy Mun, good to see you're back and gearing up again. I was gonna send you a message saying the same thing, but I wasn't sure if you'd be down for that so I decided not to, to be on the safe side, eheheh. Anyway, looking forward to seeing more from you, later!
//Thank you, I appreciate it!
