{R I C H B O Y}

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denryuus:

          lillian hadn’t ever been the greatest at detecting sarcasm. and maybe that was for the best─ otherwise the boy’s words might prove to be a much harsher blow on her than they already were. she figured his unkind tone was simply due to the fright he’d gotten when her kabuto approached out of nowhere. the sarcasm that laced his tone went mostly over her head─ as most of it did. 

her eyes lit up as he offered to grant crusher his meal. the pokémon in question clicked happily, his small claws waving back and forth in delight. even the tiny orbs that were his eyes narrowed with glee. lillian, too, smiled, happily taking the food and placing it on the ground, placing kabuto down right after and letting him eat freely. 

❝thank you, thank you!❞ she chirped happily, clasping her hands together. she bowed her head slightly in response, as well. ❝crusher likes it, too! i’ll have to take some notes on his preference, i haven’t worked with many fossil pokémon before… it’s interesting how certain food has him so much more interested.❞ she was mostly talking to herself, vocalizing the thoughts that came naturally to her as a breeder. 

she was snapped out of her thoughts when the boy called out a pokémon of his own. ❝oh! your meowth is adorable!❞ she cooed, smile widening. but her expression dropped slightly at the next amount of words. 

❝a-ah, well, i should have been keeping a better eye out! that was my bad! sometimes i get really wrapped up in things…❞ her words trailed off slightly. of all the things he’d said, it hit her that she was at fault for letting him wander off. something bad could have happened! 

❝u-uhm! here! hold on a sec!❞ she rummaged through her bag as she spoke before pulling out a bag of pokémon treats, holding it out to the boy with a smile, ❝for your meowth! as thanks for the food! i made it myself. see, i’m a breeder! well, in training, anyway… and it’s made with special berries and vitamins to taste good, but also keep pokémon super healthy! especially their coats! i can always make more!❞ ah, there’s her habit of info dumping. surely he needed half the given information, but nonetheless. lillian held the bag out with a smile, hoping to finally make amends. 

;;—-{★} 

   Oswald’s dismissal is evident in the way he turns his gaze, hazel hues staring off blankly across the park; the praise given for proffering his meal completely going over his head. The Breeder’s rambling seems to go in one ear and out the other, barely even a sigh escaping the man let alone a snarky comment about fossilized Pokemon with the appearance of insects. Perhaps he was attempting to be a bigger man, to bite his tongue and his disgust--...or, perhaps he really just was not listening. 

   The only thing that seems to regain his attention is the cooing directed toward that affectionate feline-like Pokemon, to which said Meowth seems to be eating it up. The Pokemon mews and stretches, its long tail dragging about Oswald’s ankle before stepping up toward Lillian herself, wide, blue eyes seeking her attention now. 

   The coordinator grimaces faintly at that seeking Meowth, though, allows the feline to do as it pleased, instead, locking sight with the talkative stranger. 

         “If you are too PREOCCUPIED to watch your Pokemon, keep them out of sight, or do not keep them at all.”

   Another tooth baring sneer is aimed to the shellfish devouring his recent meal, at this point, irritated more so that he had to give it up to get the beast away from him. He would rather it distracted than attempting to crawl up his leg. The offering of what he could only assume to be peace gains an upturned nose, wary almost; as if she aimed to sicken his companions rather than strengthen them. 

   Even so, slender fingers reach forward to accept the gift, digits curling around the bag in a tight grip. Once pulling it closer to his form, its opened to delve two fingers inside, plucking one of the treats to glance it over with scrutiny. 

         “...I am gracious, I suppose, if it is as good as you say. If it does not poison my Pokemon, that is.”

   And there’s the snark. 

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fushigibanas:

     Emery’s eyebrows raise some as the man grasps his Pokeball again, choosing to withdraw the item back towards his body… And tossed into a rather fancy-looking bad. That’s when they choose to roll their eyes openly, arms coming to fold over their chest.      ❝ If it makes you feel better, as I said, he only follows me around. He doesn’t bother playing with the others…. Meaning he won’t be anywhere near your Pokemon, should you choose to leave them here.      Gain any footing ? My friend, I run the ONLY daycare in Agron, I have plenty of footing. I assume you were unaware of this fact ? ❞

     He had to be clueless to even bother saying something like THAT. They smirk then to themselves after pointing out that fact, their form even leaning forwards some as the manager is curious as to what his response will be.      At the jab to their Golisopod, Emery merely sighs before shrugging their shoulders. Whatever. This guy was a clown, and there was going to 100% be a roast session later at the dinner table, when they’d be free to say whatever they pleased.      ❝ May I ask what your preferred partner Pokemon is, then ? I’m sure I can give rebuttals for each complaint you give about poor Gladiolus, here. I’m guessing by the Pokeball, it’s a water type ? Something fishy ? Don’t you know fish are slimy and gross, and that they have a funky smell ? ❞      Emery is straight-up mocking the man now, their tone turning nasally as they shit-talk water types, the individual’s nose being turned upwards. Once finished, they give a laugh that the arthropod behind them mimics, the sounds waking up the nearby Stufful that gives a squeak for attention.

     ❝ My customers do matter, but only once they’ve proven so. Cruel individuals don’t receive special treatment, pal. You could have all the money in the world– Doesn’t matter one bit to me. I just want to take care of Pokemon, and while their trainers don’t necessarily reflect back on them, it’s something I look out for. ❞      During their little spiel, they had scooped the Stufful up off the ground and held her within their arms, the little bear looking quite grumpy after her nap, her gaze focused on the person behind the counter.

;;—-{★} 

   There is some sense of embarrassment that settles in his chest, not knowing of the region’s lack of day-cares; yet, does the wealth let it be known? Does he give up and apologize? Certainly not. Instead, he FUMES, a cascade of crimson blossoming from cheeks to the tips of ears, and a full set of pearly teeth bared in a bitten snarl. How clear it must be that the boy was not used to backtalk, to one who had a spine to hold their own position, and he almost seems at a loss for the next few, passing moments. 

   He appears unsure of speaking back on his own, that is, until that awful, nasally mocking tone rings in his ears. A blond brow twitches as his eyes narrow, hand removed from his satchel to find rest atop the counter; palm splayed with a soft thud when reaching the smooth surface. 

        “I am unsure of what sort of PROFESSIONAL mocks the creatures they care of, but it gives me an disgusting, bitter taste. Water is not my preferred to begin with, my party is recovering at the center, where I hope they treat their injured with respect.”

   A loud huff causes the blond’s chest to heave, the sole of a heavy boot tapping against the flooring in a mess of a rhythm, annoyance swimming about his head. Despite the clarity of him being in the wrong, it seems to not quite matter with the coordinator, that even if he spoke up FIRST, began such a debate with a crude comment, he was right, and the keeper, wrong. 

        “One can only PRAY for this town that another opens up shop elsewhere, in a more...populated city, and they will not have to put their faith in some schmuck alone.”

   That pointed stare flickers again, from Emery toward the lingering Golisopod, nose once again jutted in the air in his defiance. A squeak against the flooring when soles spin his form about, dragging hands off the counter and ruffling his form up; back turned and front pointed toward the exit. 

        “I do hope you come to your senses and realize the BUSINESS you are losing.”

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floraldecoral:

“Oh, Sinnoh!” The region’s name immediately peaks her interest. “My mother’s from Sinnoh! I’ve never been there, but I’ve heard so much about it!” She heard that having a common interest with people is one way to get to know them better. Hopefully, that bit of information was true, and she wouldn’t make a fool of herself.

Mari watched the small pokemon pull up some flowers. She let out a small gasp as the Deerling took some flowers by the petals rather than the stems.

It’s fine, no big deal. She repeated the phrase in her head like a mantra to prevent herself from feeling offended. She raised the flowers with lots of love and seeing their petals become disheveled was definitely a shock.

Mari let out an unsteady sigh, attempting to regain her composure. “Alright Oswald, Crystal,” she spoke with a small smile, “these flowers alone would make a rather small bouquet. Would either of you like to pick out any more?”

;;—-{★} 

   As the Deerling trotted to her trainer’s side, Oswald’s palm is held open for the small creature, to which, the pulled flowers are dropped into his hand to allow fingers to curl about the still intact stems. Oswald shares the smallest of grins with the Pokemon, to which, she continues her observation of the shop--without biting at any more flora. With a shake of his head and an expelled sigh, hazel hues return their attention to Mari, then down to the mess of flowers between his fingers. 

         “I suppose that would be ideal.”

   Despite the fact he was sure the Deerling was only going to snack on them--

   Offering the mess of a bouquet out, the coordinator’s lips curl to the faintest of grimaces, eyes lazily trailing the multicolored flowers decorated about. He really could care less as to what he purchased. 

         “Do you have any...recommendations? I doubt it much matters what goes into said bouquet.”

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floraldecoral:

Seeing a Deerling in the shop was not something Mari expected to see. She wasn’t sure if she should be excited to have such a cute pokemon in the shop, worried about the Deerling possibly wanting to eat the store’s greenery, or slightly frightened at the young man who seemed annoyed. She figured she’d just welcome the man like any other customer and hope for the best.

“Hi there. I’m Mari. Do you need any assistance?” She walked over to the young man and his pokemon, deciding to keep a bit of distance between her and the excited Deerling. While Mari had some pokemon of her own, she wasn’t exactly gifted at handling them. She was quite awkward and it took a while for her to get used to her own pokemon, let alone be comfortable near a stranger’s.

“I don’t believe I’ve seen you here before. We offer aromatherapy sessions here and we also make bouquets. Are you interested in any services?” She offered a polite smile, a bit intimidated by the man’s unwavering expression.

;;—-{★} 

   Oswald’s attention snaps at the first sound of footsteps, and the voice that accompanied garnering it even further. A thin, groomed brow quirks up in feigned interest, and in a second does the wealth pull a facade of gentle nature, hazel eyes softening considerably from their previous stare of discontent. 

         “Ah, no, I am not from around here. I reign from Sinnoh and am here on travel.”

   Lips pull then to an almost uneasy smile, as if it wasn’t quite natural for the boy. While he attempts to put on the charade, Deerling is all too pleased with herself when digging her snout into a basket of purple-hued flowers, though, delicate enough as to where flat teeth only pull at the stems. With a mouthful of stems and petals, she trots toward the pair with a happy snort, little legs kicking up in the air as she cards around the messily made bouquet. 

   Only then, does the coordinators smile seem genuine, that held handkerchief being folded and placed back into his pocket.  

         “I am Oswald Pierce, and this is Crystal. It seems she has picked out her own batch of flora, so, I suppose I am interested in creating a bouquet.”

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From Hirunaka no Ryuusei                    

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denryuus:

          ❝ ….huh? ❞  

well, that wasn’t the kind of reaction lillian had been expecting. even if it was a BIT rude of her kabuto to approach and beg for food from a stranger like that, he didn’t deserve being called a BEAST or THING. with a hard swallow, lillian straightened herself out and held kabuto closer. the fossil pokémon simply let out a series of clicks, wriggling his small claws as he gazed longingly at the food. from behind her back, ampharos poked her head out. 

it only took lillian a quick moment to recover; she was used to the slightly harsher choice of words directed at the shellfish. it didn’t make it okay, but she didn’t find herself TOO upset by it. maybe. disregarding the stranger’s rudeness and temper, lillian smiled─ anyone else may have simply backed off by now. 

❝ he’s really sorry, i swear it! ❞ she insisted, ❝ see, he just really likes all kinds of food! and, i guess, ‘specially what you have! ❞ lillian continued to explain, ❝ he, uh, didn’t mean to scare you or anything! ❞ she added, noticing how frightened the boy seemed to be. being honest, she had initially thought the yelp had come from one of the playing children, but…..  even lillian wasn’t dense enough to mention that display. 

❝ his name’s crusher, by the way! ❞ she mentions, as if knowing his name would help the stranger forgive him.  

;;—-{★} 

   Oswald has to swallow back the want to MOCK the poor girl, and instead, preoccupies himself with shifting back onto the bench properly. Once the flats of soles touch the ground again, eyes flicker their attention up to the trainer, though he seems to be having a very difficult time remaining eye-contact with that Kabuto held in her arms. Shoulders roll back uncomfortably, and instinctively his back practically plasters itself against the bench’s rest. 

          “Yes, I am sure he is VERY apologetic.”

   Sarcasm drips from his maw like a venom, teeth bared up in an ever present sneer. Clearly, the excuses of the creature’s presence were going right over the coordinator’s head, and eyes only roll lazily back. Fingers move to clasp back over the take-out boxes of his now, luke-warm meal, the flimsy paper being folded together before each box is stacked up delicately in a rest. With a low murmur of his displeasure, the boxes are given a small push away from himself. 

          “I’ve lost my appetite anyway, so your--...Crusher, can have what it pleases.”

   The further away he got from the creature, the better. With a scoot to the bench’s corner, the wealth stands, clasping now at the resting satchel before its dug through to retrieve a simple, crimson and white pokeball; the sphere popped open with a soft flash of light before the Pokemon inside materializes. 

   With a stretch and a yawn, the feline Pokemon peers about almost as lazily as its trainer; Meowth only moving to curl about its trainer’s legs in an affectionate nuzzle. 

          “I suggest you get your little creature a leash if you are not capable of keeping your eyes on it.”

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fushigibanas:

     ❝ … I’m gonna… Let that comment slide. ❞      But not really though, since they just went through the effort of bothering to bring it back up.      Emery watches the man warily as he moves, eyes honing in on the Pokeball he places down upon the counter. They step up slightly next, the ever-present Golisopod moving to stand with them, its body angled away from the stranger out of fright. Seems the man’s outburst had frightened the poor thing.      ❝ Yes, this IS a Pokemon Daycare. And YES I take in water types. I have designed specialized enclosures for each typing of Pokemon, and each enclosure is outfitted exactly for that type’s needs, whatever they may be. ❞      It seemed the manager didn’t exactly like being doubted, or underestimated, or whatever the hell sort of emotion was in the visitor’s voice. They were clearly irritated by now, arms lifting to cross over their chest. This man was rather rude, it was a wonder he managed to live with himself with how he acted towards people.      They part their lips to explain how the facility works, only to notice the nasty look on his face. Oh, for Arceus’ sake, what was he going to say NOW ?

     ❝ If you’re referring to my LOVELY Golisopod, then yes, yes I do let him near the other Pokemon. His appearance is off-putting, I know, but he’s actually quite the sweetheart. He’s also newly evolved, which explains why he’s been busily following me around instead of playing with the others. Wimpods are cowardly by nature, and since he’s just evolved, he needs to grow out of that nature. ❞      They pat the bug upon the head, earning another happy sound before it eagerly leans down to rest its chin upon Emery’s head, the expression the creature wears one of pleasure.      ❝ You may not like bug-types, but that doesn’t give you the right to be so nasty to them. They just have a bad reputation is all. ❞ 

;;—-{★} 

   Oswald can physically feel his soul attempting to squirm and escape at the pure fact the other was attempting to DEFEND the monstrosity lingering over shoulder. What was with the trainers of this region? Hazel hues continue their sharp stare, though, it now switches to Emery and away from the partnered Pokemon, lips thinning out of disapproval. 

   With a simple twitch of fingers that hand raises to clasp back atop the resting Pokeball, ever slowly drawing it back toward his form. Not in any World would he allow some crazed small-town keeper watch over HIS precious Pokemon with a bug. With a subtle clear of his throat, the object is deposited back into his over-shoulder pack, the clean leathers latched back up with a seal emblazoned with what looked to be a family emblem. 

          “Well, perhaps you should INVEST in something more pleasing if you wish to gain any footing with your...business.”

   Hot air slithers off his tongue in a chest heaving huff, hands raised to his chest to pull down against the thin, deep blue vest adorned over the white collar shirt that poked through. 

          “Many Pokemon species have ‘bad reputations’, as you put it, insects are just vile. For a daycare, I would think you would want you customers to be comfortable. But I suppose you are the boss, and my words are only suggestions.”

   Suggestions in the form of thinly veiled insults, more like it. While it clearly was not his place to speak, it seemed the wealth held no thought to his manners while outside of his own territory; as if because of his status he held say over who he seemed to be unworthy. 

   What an asshole. 

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fushigibanas:

     They’d been busily tending to the other Pokemon that ran about the property, the ever-present Golisopod trailing behind them as they moved from place to place. Each time Emery had finished with one enclosure, they’d carefully lock up before patting the dual-type on the head, the over-sized arthropod chattering cheerfully in response before loyally following after his master.       Their shadow, as he was often called.      As the duo make their way back inside, Emery pauses to call to their Venusaur, wanting to alert the toad-like beast that the flowers near the back entrance of the building were likely going to have to be brought inside till the weather warmed up.       Carefully, they open the door and immediately step over the Stufful that’s been napping in front of the entryway, the care-taker rolling their eyes hard enough that they could fall from their sockets. Leave it to Amaryllis to decide to sleep right then and there.       It’s then that the bell attached to the door rings, Emery turning to greet the newcomer, only to immediately get cut off by a shrill screech asking if anyone worked there. They immediately feel the smile on their face shrivel up into a thin line. Annoyance.      ❝ UHM-- Hello ?      Yes– Someone WORKS here. It’s me. The owner.       Or Emery, Emery Stali, if you care enough. ❞      They assumed that the young man did NOT, especially with how his entrance had been.      ❝ Can I help you with something ?      You don’t exactly look like you’re from this area, if I can say so. Do you need help finding someplace to stay ? Or maybe looking for the next exit out of town… ❞      That last little bit is muttered under their breath.

;;—-{★} 

         “Finally, some reliable service.”

   With a dismissive hand Oswald moves his way up toward the front desk, that Pokeball held in hand being tapped down against the counter. Fingers clutch tightly around the blue-shaded sphere, as if hesitant to let it go. Though, his voice tells the opposite, falling out quickly and loudly, as if needing to be SURE that he was heard as he dismissed each question from the day-care keeper for room of his own. 

          “This is a Pokemon Daycare, correct? I assume you take in water types for watch?”

   Only then is the Pokeball released, the object giving a slight teeter left, then right, before it settles in a comfortable rest on the desk’s top. Finally the wealth actually rises his vision toward poor Emery, but just as quickly as he takes note of the worker, does he take further notice to the lumbering, insect like beast in their shadow. In an instant Oswald’s expression twists, lips pulled in a toothy sneer as pure disgust melds across his features. 

   As if he was incapable of biting his tongue, the man’s tone DRIPS with a venom, speaking as if Emery was anything but professional and had no coin of an idea to what they were doing. 

          “You don’t let that THING near the other Pokemon, do you?”

   A hiss slithers from his tongue, eyes narrowed in his displeasure. There was no way in hell would he allow HIS contest adorned team to mingle with beastly bug-types, who knows what sort of damage it could cause. 

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denryuus:

but he’s cute─!!

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“oh no─!” lillian looked up from the book she was reading as meeps, her ampharos, nudged at her shoulder with concern. it only took a quick glance for her to realize that her entire team was definitely NOT present. her togetic was busy with a nap and her rockruff was busy trying to chase her own tail (again), but a certain shellfish was absolutely nowhere to be seen. lillian dropped her book to the ground and stood up, frantically scanning the area. “crusher!”

lillian called her other pokémon back, leaving meeps out, bolting from the spot they’d chosen at the small park. he couldn’t be far, she told herself. he’d been sitting at her side mere moments ago! but the park was a little crowded, and fear welled up inside lillian. how could she be so careless-!? she speed-walked the perimeter of the park, stopping just before she reached a trainer sitting on one of the benches─ her kabuto at his heels, begging for some pokémon food.

oh no indeed.

“c-crusher!!!” lillian gawked, rushing over to retrieve her pokémon. her ampharos followed suit, staying close to her trainer. lillian quickly scooped up the kabuto and held him close, muttering about how he shouldn’t wander off like that. after, she looked up to the trainer he’d been bothering with an apologetic gleam in her eyes.

“i’m so sorry about that-!” she bowed, holding crusher in a way to make him ‘bow’ as well, “i hope he hasn’t bothered you! ah─ i think he likes your food! it must be really good, did you make it yourself?” she smiled– a poor attempt at mending the situation. 

;;—-{★} 

   The fact Oswald had found anything even SUITABLY edible seemed to be a miracle in itself, that gullet of gold pickier than a Pidgey set free in a berry-field. Yet, there he sat, in the midst of a charming, albeit small park, with a plastic utensil in hand that dug into a white box of take-out food. Alright, so perhaps he wasn’t all THAT picky when it came down to his hunger. 

   What proved to be less so of a miracle, though, was the unwanted guest that crawled to his heels. At first, the coordinator seemed to take no mind to the skittering Kabuto, too enthralled with his meal, but the first little click of want that came from the creature sent a dreadful chill up his spine. Hazel eyes flicker their gaze downwards in urgency, and the first teeny-tiny little look against the ancient Pokemon solicits only the manliest, most BRAVEST of yelps. 

         “Eugh--...disgusting.”

   Oswald lifts his feet up off the ground, drawing them to the bench as he discards his meal to the side, half-way to toppling right over the back with the scrambling need for distance. Who in the World would let such a monstrosity roam free?!

   With his teeth bared and body pulled away as much as physically possible, a gaze sharper than daggers flits against the trainer as she rushes in to scoop the little Pokemon up; a sudden hatred flaring. 

         “Learn to control your BEASTS. Most come here to relax, not to be attacked by...whatever that thing is.”

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;;—-{★}

         “I hate this town.”

   A slew of incoherent murmurs slip off the wealth’s tongue, the toes of booted feet digging into dirt and kicking away pebbles; clearly attempting to get some sort of frustrations out. Used to extravagance and proper time constraints, the small town of Bluebell was quite clearly NOT his usual dwelling, such perhaps showing by the mere way the man carried himself. When not kicking about stones and pebbles, Oswald held his head high, unabashed in showing off the assets of his wealth, and a scowl ever planted over thinned lips. 

   Of course, he had not chosen to take time out of his oh so busy schedule to sight-see in such a place, but desperation of his Pokemon’s well-being came first, thus, leaving them in the center’s care. That is, all but one. 

   Said one was thought upon when the man finally paused his aggravated stamping, eyes catching glimpse of where he’d managed to wander off to, that being, the local day-care for Pokemon alike. Eyeing the building, he lingers, seemingly lost in thought before a hand delves into the contents of his backpack, pulling out the singular Pokeball he had left on his person. Then, for the poor, unfortunate soul who worked inside, Oswald had barged in as if he owned the damned place. 

         “Does somebody WORK here? “

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;;—-{★} 

       “Do you REALLY want to go in...there?”

   Oswald murmurs with a spit of discontent, hazel hues flickered downwards to the Deerling at his heels, the little creature tapping hooves against the dirt in her own bout of joy. Clearly, it did not matter on her trainer’s disinterest when the aroma of flora wisped about in the breeze, guiding the grass-type to seek its origination. With a withering sigh, the trainer flickers his gaze back to the entrance of the flower shop, and with little hesitation, pulls the door open to allow his companion to run inside before he at all moves to follow. 

   The overwhelming pollen dripping off the arrays of colorful flora cause Oswald’s nose to wrinkle, a handkerchief dug from his coat pocket to block his nose and mouth from the on-coming allergy inducers. Eugh. Nature outside was awful enough, did they really have to attempt to SELL it? 

   With the Deerling seeming to take the reigns, Oswald is forced to follow as she stops dead-center of the shop, seemingly in awe at the mixture of plant-life that decorated each nook and cranny. On the other hand, her trainer, was clearly not as impressed.

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;;—-{★} 

        “Well--...this did NOT go as planned.”

   Those words certainly spoke for themselves with the absolute mess of the clearing he’d made. Nestled down in the comfort of greenery surrounding Kenyte City, a small clearing between the trees and tracks seemed perfect for a pause to rest, to allow his companions to stretch their legs and breathe fresh air. Ten minutes had passed, then twenty, and the to-be coordinator had grown antsy, soon up on his own feet and gathering his small team of Pokemon near. 

   Simple enough--but what was less simple, was getting them to train. While perhaps Deerling was prancing about on her hooves, the same could not be said for the more stone-faced Luxio, who instead, seemed to want his own independence to do as he pleased. Then, of course, the feline-like Meowth that practically clung to Oswald’s pant cuff, seeming to want nothing to do with training in any sense of the word. With little control, the trio split, the grass-type going about to jump and kick at piles of rocks, while the electric type went about using the trees as target practice. That is where the mistake came. 

   Like lightning-rods the trees soaked in the electric charges, and while most seemed unshaped, a select few had lit in flames from the inside-out, and others, missing large chunks of bark that had blown completely off. Well, so much for nature. Even the poor Pokemon that lived in the branches were forced to fly or scurry off, making a ruckus as the select trees in the clearing were attacked. 

   And there, standing in the middle of the mess was the trainer; only scratching his head and watching on with disapproval, but not saying a word against it. So much for control. 

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Tossing up a starter call here for Oswald! Give this a like if you’re interested. I have one up on Armiin ( @rangerinstinct ) as well if you wish one from him instead.

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Meowth and Persian! I just wanted to draw cats tbh

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Chatsworth | remy_renzullo

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Tag dump. 

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