My humble thanks.

[closed rp blog @ haneiregion ]

[bollacaesar]

little run-ins // caesar + maribelle

[bollacaesar]

❧❧『 As Maribelle put his jacket on, he couldn’t help but let his mind drift for a moment because she looked so cute. He found himself grinning without realizing, and her voice brought him out of his thoughts again. A job interview? Well damn, what were they doing just standing around? He should immediately get them on their way if she was running late for something as important as that.

       ”Nevermind about the shirt right now, signora," Caesar chirped, grabbing the small woman by the wrist. "You were heading this way, right? Let’s go!" He began to speed-walk in the opposite direction he had previously been going in, dragging poor Maribelle along after him. He didn’t walk too fast, though, because the height difference would surely mean her little legs couldn’t keep up.

       ”What kinda job is it?" asked Caesar, looking back and down to her, blinking curiously. 』

[para-solelyclassy]

Maribelle gasped as she was suddenly tugged along. She had to go at a bit of a jog to keep up, cursing the fact that she was so small, and it wasn’t able to move as quickly. Taking a moment for her breath, she replied, looking up at him.

“Well the official title is Administrative Clerk. But it’s more of a… secretarial position as it were.” Either way, she wasn’t really in a position to be very picky about her job options. She was more than grateful for the opportunity to provide for her son, and that was what mattered.

Using her free hand, she hiked her purse up higher on her shoulder, but didn’t make a move to try being released. Honestly, she was probably moving quicker with him now that he was making her go that much faster.

“And just where were you on your way to before you decided to join me?” She didn’t imagine that it was very important if he was just willing to drop it like that, but she supposed it was polite asking.

[rocinheart]

Trouble In Paradigm | Open

[rocinheart]

  There were a number of problems with using water to douse the self-inflicted flames lapping at Corazon. Number one, even a bubble beam attack would be enough to throw his balance off and send him groundwards once again, and number two, he was a Devil Fruit user. The fruits themselves and the rules following them weren’t native to Han’ei, and it wasn’t obvious he had a supernatural ability either. Those ‘rules’ involved water being a dead ringer for the one with the Devil Fruit ability to ragdoll and lose all of their strength.

  A light drizzle wouldn’t have done him any harm, but that miniature flash flood was enough to down him. Hard.

    Swoobat, not reacting in time, took the harmless blow alongside its trainer, both left lying on the concrete soaked to the bone. The once light and poofy feathers of his oversized coat stuck fast to one another, damp and dripping down into the collecting puddle beneath them. The same went for Swoobat’s mane.

    As the water drained off of him, Corazon began to recover, shakily getting up with the help of the nearest building’s wall. So much for his makeup being on point today. The blue spikes beneath his eye lay smeared over his cheek and his lipstick was no better, mostly gone to reveal a glasgow smile scarred over in place of the extended edges.

  Wait… Where was his notepad? Had it— fuck. There it was. He nudged the useless, soaked paper and the running ink, silently cursing. So much for any form of communication outside of his only legitimate one. Swoobat pushed itself up and picked the notebook up in its mouth by the spiral binding, waddling along the ground and hugging its trainer’s leg with both damp wings.

  How to communicate… Sign language? She might have known that. It seemed fitting for a nurse or doctor type, but screw it, he was too lightheaded from the hydro pump to do anything about it. The only ‘question’ he asked was pointing to Maribelle and making the motion of writing on his palm to question if she had any paper and then meekly waving for her to follow, he heading back down the street towards the warehouse.

[para-solelyclassy]

Oh dear…She though. Probably not my best judgement here, though I’m not sure what the alternative would’ve been.

She watched him go down, putting her hand over her mouth, stepping forward uncertainly as he made his way up. She didn’t exactly feel guilty since she’d saved him from some serious burns, but she certainly made a mess of him. Maribelle had to say that thinking more smartly on her feet was something she could stand to improve on.

Chewing her lip for a moment, she noticed him looking uselessly at his notebook, and the poor Swoobat fumbling around. Her Flaaffy took it upon herself to approach the Swoobat, and bend down to offer it a ride while it dried off.

Maribelle however, dug through her bag, finding a small pink notebook she used to help her son practice his writing, as well as her handkerchief. She handed Corazon the notebook, pen, and cloth, before following him behind him at a bit of a trot to compensate for how short she was, and how small her strides were. 

“Not exactly my most graceful of rescues I do admit, I apologize.”  

  

[bollacaesar]

little run-ins // caesar + maribelle

[bollacaesar]

❧❧『 At her words, Caesar’s smile faltered just slightly. Late? Late for what, he wondered. He pursed his lips slightly, shaking his head. It wouldn’t do! He felt completely at fault for what had happened just now he wouldn’t be taking no for an answer. Maybe they could meet up for coffee after whatever she was late for? He shrugged out of his crop-top jacket, holding it out.

       ”At least let me offer you this to hide the stain for now," Caesar practically pleading for Maribelle to work with him here. As he held out his coat to her, she thrusted towards him a piece of paper. Name and number already? He was smoother than he thought.

He registered that this was just for further contact and stopped being cocky.

       ”That’s not necessary at all," said Caesar, still keeping up his charming smile as he pocketed the piece of paper. "It wouldn’t be too much of a bother if I escorted you where you were going, would it? I still mean to buy you another coffee.”

[para-solelyclassy]

Maribelle was at quite a loss for words, so she wordlessly took the jacket, muttering out a “Thank you.” She thought for a moment, trying to think of a polite way to decline him, but she wasn’t very good at thinking on her feet at this point.

“Well I suppose I couldn’t stop you, but I really must be going, I have a job interview you see.” Feeling a little awkward and rude at just accepting his jacket, she shrugged it on, deciding that she would feel more shamefaced about it later, after she went through her interview without looking like a slob.

“Please let me take care of any expenses concerning your shirt, I would feel quite rude not returning your kindness.”

Maribelle most definitely considered herself a prideful woman. As such, she couldn’t let a kind gesture go unanswered, so she crossed her arms, well aware that the clock was ticking on her.

[bollacaesar]

little run-ins // caesar + maribelle

❧❧『        ”This place is huge," Caesar murmured, a bit of irritation in his voice. With his hands in his pockets, he was strolling through the streets of Capsule City. To anyone he was just walking around, but in reality, Caesar was mostly wandering aimlessly, as he was one to do. He didn’t particularly have any way he was going, anyway. The Pokémon League was mostly uninteresting to a person like him. He just wanted to be with his Pokémon and battle other trainers.

He was letting his thoughts trail off and it was going to get the best of him. He knew this, and still he just kept his head tilted up, staring at tall buildings and blue skies. He sighed softly and finally decided to look forward again. Unfortunately, he was too late to stop from colliding with someone.

Caesar stumbled backwards, head spinning, and something felt a little warm. He looked down to a small coffee stain on his shirt. With a frown, he looked to the other and was about to chew them out. Upon seeing it was a pretty girl, however, his expression softened and he bowed his head slightly.

       ”No, no, I’m sorry, signorina. I should have been paying attention," a soft, charming smile came to his lips and he tilted his head to the side. "Because of my carelessness you’ve spilt your coffee all over yourself. Let me buy you another coffee and a new shirt.”

[para-solelyclassy]

Maribelle stopped for a moment, mortified at being inattentive enough that she even spilled on this stranger, she looked down her shirt, and back at him, before replying.

“Oh dear, that’s certainly… gallant of you but I’m terribly sorry, I’m quite late already.”

Oh not only was she late, but she looked like a little ragamuffin with her outfit so clearly stained. Two bad impressions in one day. Unacceptable. At least the stranger didn’t appear to upset by her clumsiness.

Glancing around quickly, she tossed the cup into a nearby trash can, and dug through her purse, pulling out a pen and paper, before elegantly writing her name and number.

“Please allow me to pay for your shirt to be cleaned.”

As much as an inconvenience as this was, she’d learned to take responsibilities for her actions, and to do so with grace.

[rocinheart]

Trouble In Paradigm | Open

[rocinheart]

  Vinegar made Corazon’s job easier. Honey was what made his heart bleed and exposed his true colors. Her kindness was an inconvenience to his mission. Grabbing someone who actively wanted him to die by the head and gunning them out a third story window was less worthy of apology than doing the same to a sweetheart. Still left its mark on Corazon either way.

   This poor girl.

    What advice could he possibly have given? It was the old ‘rock and a hard place’ situation where one way was impossible and the other would be worse than staying put. Another rock and a hard place was Corazon’s carefully woven net of lies. If he told her the truth, he could have more easily protected her and let her in on the secrets of Team Hakai he knew that might have saved her, but at the same time that put what he’d spent the last eight years working towards in danger. Why. Why did he have to care?

    He could think of one and only one thing to do. Keep everything in the dark and look out for her well being behind the scenes. Pulling out a second cigarette, he stuck it between his lips, lighting it. The familiar wave of comfort and calm swept his body. 

    [Whatever. You’re in this mess and I guess I’ll have to make sure you don’t screw up royally so I don’t have to make up for it in overtime.] It was hard to sound cool and collected when in reality he’d set himself on fire along with his cigarette, unaware of the flames quickly spreading over the shoulder of his feathery coat. His hands tended to shake too much when he held that lighter. A psychological thing. Despite literally being on fire, he continued like the oblivious bastard he was. [If you do, don’t think I won’t report you to the higher ups. Ever been thrown off a ship without any of your Pokemon there to save you? That’s what will happen if you stick your nose where it doesn’t belong or get into trouble with us.]

  His Swoobat sighed and covered its face with its wings. The Pokemon could practically taste the secondhand embarrassment. Super effective!

[para-solelyclassy]

To be perfectly honest, Maribelle didn’t even bother reading his notebook, more alarmed at the fact that flames were quickly spreading on his person, and the brute didn’t even notice. Raising her eyebrows, she looked into his eyes, glancing at his shoulder, seeing if he’d notice.

Noticing his hands shaking, she thought that either he was too nervous to notice, or that he’d noticed, but what playing it cool. Either way, it appeared that he wasn’t as threatening as he’d appeared to her.

Maribelle huffed, and rolled her eyes, pulling a pokeball out of her pocket, and called out her Gorebyss. As the pokemon came out, Maribelle glanced at her, saying “A light hydropump if you please.”

The Gorebyss released a small torrent of water onto Corazon, creating a bit of a hissing noise, and effectively getting rid of the fire. She had feeling that it might not be received well, but part of her assignment was keeping him alive. And as much as her cold demeanor didn’t show it, she was a team player.

“Thank you very much.”

Maribelle called her pokemon back, and shifted her weight onto one foot. This man was just proving to be a danger to himself. She was amazed that he was still alive at this point in his life.

“No wonder they needed a professional healer so badly.”

[rocinheart]

Trouble In Paradigm | Open

[rocinheart]

    That, like her sharp tongue, didn’t hurt too much. Growing up, he could never get his balance down for whatever reason. He was used to it. Tripping and faceplanting on the concrete. Tripping and bashing his head against the corner of a table. Tripping onto the field during a Pokemon battle and getting electrocuted. Tripping in the middle of an actual fight and making a fool of himself. Things like that couldn’t be helped and, unfortunately for Rocinante, a well trained girlscout would be able to kick his ass. In fact, one had.

    Just last week he was trying to tell a girlscout to get out of the area since Hakai would be coming through soon and she’d be in danger. The girlscout promptly kicked him in the shin, pushed him over, and ran away.

   As Maribelle handed him the potion, his shoulders slumped just enough to kill off his tense posture. It made sense. Being kind enough to offer help to someone that just threatened her and claiming she wanted no part in this setup, yes, there was no way he couldn’t inquire. Corazon paused, picked the notebook and pen up off the ground, and took his sweet time responding, a few words scratched out in the end product.

    [Have you considered running away?] Scribble scribble. [Surely they wouldn’t care if one rookie went missing.]

[para-solelyclassy]

As he wrote, Maribelle decided to calm down her Flaaffy, patting her head and having her get rid of the charge. She very much appreciated the gesture, though she would not have minded getting her hands dirty if it came down to it.

She noticed a slight change in his posture, but kept her head high, and posture tall. Things looked like they might be going in a better direction now that she showed a bit of kindness. You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar after all.

He showed her the notebook, and she read it twice before replying.

“I suppose the thought has crossed my mind, but it would do no good. Not only would it be terribly inconvenient, but they wouldn’t even need me to do me or my family harm.” Groaning internally, she realized she may have let on a little too much. If he was quite as high up as she assumed, he would have heard about the little heiress being blackmailed into submission.

“And in any case, 'rookie' or no, my skills are wanted here for a reason.”

[rocinheart]

Trouble In Paradigm | Open

[rocinheart]

  Her cruel words didn’t harm him. More than anything, he pitied her for getting caught up with team Hakai, she’d likely be the one to get hurt by this in the long run whether it be arrest, injured on the job, or sent to do something horrible and damaging. He hid his concern as well as he hid a sharp exhale out the nose.

  [If you’re going to talk back to me like this, get the hell out of this circle. It’s organized crime, not something rebellious kids will be of any use with.] Corazon hadn’t lost an inkling of his temper beyond his facade. This was all very standard, his patience and fortitude were enough to take whatever she could dish out. [Get away from me and resign from the team. You’re useless to us.] More like he felt anyone’s life would be happier without leading in such horrible deeds.

    [Do you want me to hit you or something?] He had no desire to do so. Swoobat, despite not seeing the words on the page, read its trainer’s body language well enough to know he was trying to be threatening. It could never relax in moments like these. Things sometimes escalated. And escalate it did, just… Not in the way Swoobat would have expected.

   As Rocinante took a step closer to make it seem like he’d carry out his threat, his long legs forsook him. Shit. The klutz went down like Ke$ha was yelling timber  and his head smacked against the concrete, black plumage flying everywhere and his Swoobat taking off just in time to avoid the fall. It landed beside his head and nudged it, squeaking in concern. Corazon would just… Calmly stand up and pretend that never happened. Yeah. Good plan. God, he was so bad at this. 

   Ah, damn it. His shades broke when he tripped. He looked much less  threatening without them courtesy of his baby blue eyes and feminine makeup. He’d have to be extra careful not to give anything away with a facial expression now, pocketing the shades with the shattered frames.

[para-solelyclassy]

When Corazon stepped forward, Maribelle stood her ground, ready with her parasol in case he made good on his threat. Flaaffy began to charge up in defense of her trainer.

However as the man fell, Maribelle stepped forward and around Flaaffy worriedly, reaching into her bag for healing supplies. When she heard his head hit the ground, she  As rough a start as they were off to, they were team mates now, and Maribelle wouldn’t have him injuring himself like this.

But almost as quickly as he’d dropped, he was back up, and she could tell he was a little embarrassed about it.

She pulled a potion out, and grabbed his hand, shoving the bottle into it. “If you’re feeling any pain, this should lessen it. It sounds like you hit your head hard.”

She decided some distance between them would be best for now, and took another step back to stand by her Flaaffy. Looking into his eyes, she paused for a second, taken aback by his eyes. After a moment, she pressed on, gripping the bridge of her nose.

“And despite what you may assume about my appearance, I’m not a child, nor do I want to be here any more than you want me here. However, I have no choice in the matter, otherwise I wouldn’t have come in the first place.”

[para-solelyclassy]

☓

10. Both got stood up by their dates, and decided to talk to each other instead of dwell.

Pulling her scarf a little tighter, Maribelle looked around the street, standing by the restaurantshe was set to meet her date at. She wasn’t sure why she kept letting Lissa sether up like this, but she supposed it was good of her to try  find her a suitor, even though the attentionwasn’t quite wanted.

Glancing ather watch, she noticed about ten minutes had passed since she’s arrived,leaving the man about five minutes late. She shifted her weight back and forth,feeling a bit self-conscious as she continued to wait.

She lookedaround a bit, stopping on a handsome young man mere feet from her, who seemedto be discreetly glancing around as well.  

A half anhour passed, and the two of them were still waiting.

Maribellecrossed her arms, feeling more than a little irritable. Sighing, she said,

“They’renot coming, are they.”

[para-solelyclassy]

☓

3. Physically knocking into each other on the sidewalk

Dear ohdear, there was absolutely no way she would make that interview on time. Asmuch planning and effort as she put into trying to get this job, there reallywas nothing for being unable to leave until her sitter was able to come watchBrady.

Being asingle mother could be so difficult sometimes, and the current job she heldjust wasn’t cutting it now that she needed to start planning for his futureschooling expenses.

She reallyshouldn’t have stopped for coffee.

Maybe ifshe called ahead and informed them that she may be a little tardy…?

Decidingthat it couldn’t hurt, Maribelle took out her cellphone, and started scrollingthrough her contacts for the number.

As she wasabout to click it, she gasped as she collided with someone, spilling coffeedown the front of her blouse. As much as it hurt, she was more to blame for notbeing as attentive as she should’ve been.

“Oh pardonme!”

[rocinheart]

Trouble In Paradigm | Open

[rocinheart]

 First mission? She was a new recruit after all and she certainly didn’t seem happy to be sent after him. The last time he had to deal with a recruit this pissy being dispatched, they took every opportunity to deliberately trip him.

   Quietly listening to her rant, his attention began to diminish as he took a drag from the joint between his painted lips. A steady stream of smoke poured up and out, curling and disappearing in one of the city’s cool breezes. Oh? Was she done? He blinked and adjusted his shades, squinting to better see her features through the dark plastic. Highly feminine, likely concerned with her appearance, cute outfit, she looked like the last person one would expect to be with team Hakai.

   [I guess.] Having run out of room to write on that page, he flipped it over and started on the next one. [If you’re here to do a job then do it correctly and don’t complain. Who cares if I’m polite.] Another page. [Just follow me.]

  Swoobat took it upon itself to glide down beside her Flaaffy, wings hunched up under its chin and its little pink tongue flickering into its mouth in a heartbeat. Corazon sighed. It was great his beloved Pokemon wanted to make more friends, but not now. He was the kind of guy that couldn’t say ‘no’ to people he liked, the same held true for Pokemon. A simple greeting between creatures would turn into Swoobat wanting to be friends with her Pokemon and then into Corazon having to stick around her more often for that.

  Leaning over, he nabbed Swoobat by the tuft of fur around its neck and picked it up, the Pokemon frowning, disappointed it wasn’t allowed to meet Flaaffy. He set it on his shoulder and decided to give her another message.

   [One more thing. I hate brats like you. Didn’t they tell you that?]

[para-solelyclassy]

As the Swoobat approached, Flaaffy stood on her hind legs, ready to reach out. Unfortunately, the Swoobat was whisked away before they could have any sort of proper greeting. Flaaffy dropped again, and went to sit in front of Maribelle in case things escalated from here.

Contrasting how amicable her pokemon was, Maribelle was counting backward from ten before responding, remembering that a lady should never lose her temper.

At least not explosively.

“Listen here you behemoth,” She began in a calculated manner, “I will do my job well, and I wouldn’t have to complain if you weren’t so boorish.” This man was more immature and resistant to proper etiquette than her own son, and that was definitely saying something. But what else could she expect from someone with such a low moral standard.

She shifted her weight back slightly, closing her eyes for a moment to calm down.

“And in any case, no. All I was informed was that you are a giant man of little words. And apparently a bad attitude.”  

[roleplayaskmemes]

Send me a ☓ and I will generate a number for what the situation in which our muse’s first meet will be

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[para-solelyclassy]

"Stop being so cute or I won't be able to resist sweeping you off your feet ;) "

"Oh dear, you're quite the flatterer aren't you?"

[para-solelyclassy]

[Stop being so loud today.] Written, of course.

"How dare you! Just because you may be intimidated by my presence does not mean you can be so rude."

[rocinheart]

Trouble In Paradigm | Open

[rocinheart]

  Oh god. He dreaded this day. The day he’d have to deal with a small angry woman. Or just… Any woman. They were all small to him.

    Corazon bit the inside of his cheek, his poker face set in stone as he reached into his coat’s confides and rummaged around for his notepad. The defined rectangle of spiral-bound papers brushed against his hand and he pulled it out along with a pen, flipping to a clean page and jotting down a brief response. All the while, his Swoobat tried to get the woman’s attention, waving its wings this way and that with the dopiest grin possible for any Pokemon.

    [No.] The page read, Rocinante only leaving it up for a moment before adding an afterthought and presenting that. [Am I supposed to recognize you?]  It might have been tactless to ask. He tended not to pay much attention to most of the people affiliated with Hakai, and when he did it was so he could push them around or throw them out a window to dissuade them from staying.

[para-solelyclassy]

As Corazon wrote in his book, Maribelle’s eyes shifted over to the Swoobat, and smiled for a moment. Quite the sweet thing, she thought briefly.

However, there was business to be attending to here, cute pokemon or not. So she tapped her foot impatiently, leaning forward slightly as he presented the book to her. Getting red in the face as she read the second sentence, she took a step forward, clenching her fists, before pointing at his chest. Her Flaaffy, who’d been following her, trailed behind a little uncertainly, more than a little intimidated by the man in front of them.

Her trainer however, was a different story.

“Why I never! Have you no manners?” She began irritably, “I’m Maribelle Themis, and- and no. I suppose you wouldn’t know me, as this is my first mission.” She finished the sentence, crossing her arms, and almost pouting, deciding that it would probably be best not to state exactly who she is to him of all people.

“And you are obviously Corazon. Quite hard to miss, aren’t you.”  

[goldenhammerhandyman-blog]

"Stop being so -" finish it in my ask.

[rocinheart]

Trouble In Paradigm | Open

    Why was it always him that got the most annoying missions? Oh. Right. He was an admin, of course he’d have more important tasks and more hell to raise compared to the average grunt. Rocinante had absolutely no desire to visit Metropolis State. The cities were too loud, the crowds were too bothersome, the electric types always zapped him, and it’s not like he could blend in anywhere because of his height and style of dress. A large man of the crows and a coat to match. His appearance to most, more than anything, was imposing and off-putting. 

     As was what he’d been doing. 

     Rocinante held up three fingers to his Pokemon as the other trainer panicked and scrambled to grab a potion out of their bag, stammering for the Hakai admin to ‘Wait!’ and ‘Stop it!’. He felt bad for this kid. No older than fifteen and already trying to be a hero against someone potentially dangerous. To any outsider, that would have been the picture. From his silent signal, Swoobat’s eyes began to glow and its grin formed, a faint energy surrounding the opponent’s Raichu.  A shocked cry from the other trainer rang out and already it was too late. Swoobat bashed the opposing Pokemon against a wall with one massive hit, knocking it out and ending the battle. 

     Bystanders on the street gasped at the lad’s defeat and Rocinante rolled his eyes behind his tinted shades. Idiots. He wasn’t even here to do anything malicious or horrible. This mission was to go to one of the Pokeball distribution warehouses and put in a request for a doubled order to Team Hakai. 

    Swoobat returned to him and perched on his head, wings lazily slumped down and tongue poking out from between its fangs. He’d wasted enough time here. The absurdly tall man shouldered his way through the crowd, a few men and women protesting the act quietly but deciding it wasn’t the best idea to oppose him. All there was left to do was walk another block or two, hope nobody recognized him to waste even more of his time, and put in the order. Same old same old. Nothing much ever changed in his routine work. Nothing but the sound of footsteps behind him.

    Rocinante turned around to the one who’d decided to follow. Had they seen him battling that trainer or perhaps recognized him from the news and various attacks Hakai was behind? There was always the possibility of them questioning his appearance like many did. Whatever it was, he didn’t inquire, staring at them. Swoobat waved cheerily and squeaked, tail swinging back and forth like a pendulum. Sigh. He loved that Pokemon but it was way too friendly to come off as intimidating. 

[para-solelyclassy]

Feeling more than a little appalled at the battle she just witnessed, Maribelle trotted after Corazon, feeling pretty irritable after looking for him all day. She couldn’t believe that she had to trail after this behemoth as part of her first job on team Hakai.

Honestly, the things she had to do to pay off her debts. Working with these troglodytes was definitely not her idea of a good way to spend her valuable time. But here she was, affiliated with scum of the earth.

Rounding the corner of the alley, she stopped as he turned around. Looking up at him, she set her face into a haughty expression, and put her hands on her hips.

“I’ve been looking for you all morning! Didn’t anyone tell you to expect me?”

Administrator or not, he would not escape hearing about this.