The Fallen

Well, we all know what comes after pride, and it sure isn't happily ever after; Closed RP blog with Wild Encounters

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New in Kalos

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Ahh, Kalos… What a wonderful change of scenery from Johto! Granted, she wasn’t a fan of the fact that she had to fly here by plane – planes were never something she cared for, and if she was going to be honest, she felt much safer on the back of a Pokemon. But what mattered was that she was here, and she was SO excited to start a new journey in a new region. She’d seen everything there was to see in Johto anyways, so might as well get as far away as she could!  Only, there was one problem. She didn’t know her way around the region or really even the area she’d landed in. Deciding to go into it blindly mayy not have been the best idea on her part… but she was going to make the most of it, even if it killed her, dammit! So she decided to take a stroll. She was pretty sure that sign said something 7… was she on route seven? Oh, who knows – not her, that’s for sure! But as she continued her little stroll through the area, something caught her eye – and it was an almost castle-like building ( or even better, maybe it WAS a castle! That thought excited Kris very much. ) and the sign said BATTLE CHATEAU. Battle Chateau? ‘ Ohh… that sounds cool! ‘

But she still wasn’t really sure what it was. Lucky for her, she saw a black haired man stepping out of the front doors of the building at just the right time – she was going to ask this man what that was about! Tugging on his sleeve to make sure he’d notice her, she asked,  “Um…pardon me, sir, but d’ya know what this here Battle Chateau is all about? Sorry I don’t really speak um.. Kalosian. That’s what it’s called, right?”

The Battle Chateau was basically dead today, much to Calem’s irritation. The receptionist had just finished apologetically explaining that most of the usual clientele was out of town for a gala in Unova. So instead of doing what he wanted, which would have involved several hours of mucking about with close acquaintances and battling, he found himself with a day free, no pressing commitments, and, from the look of the event calendar he’d just checked, not even anything particularly interesting to go see.

He mused to himself as he put on his shades, a godawful-looking gift from a friend, and stepped out into the mid-morning sun drenching route 7, maybe it was time for another movie marathon.

With his mind a million miles away, Calem didn’t notice the girl until she tugged on his sleeve and said:

“Um…pardon me, sir, but d’ya know what this here Battle Chateau is all about? Sorry I don’t really speak um.. Kalosian. That’s what it’s called, right?”

He blinked, slightly surprised. It took him a moment to parse what she’d said, and another to figure out how to say what he wanted to in her language. “It’s . . . uh, comment dit-on, like the Battle Tower, sort of. The place is pretty empty today. What brings you here?”

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Somehow it always comes back to this (OOC)

Yeah, so, sorry for the massive delays in basically everything. I’ve got a pile of memes to respond to still, and even though I’m dropping Rogal I’ll still do the requested replies for him. It’s been kind of a rough couple of weeks, since my mood abruptly plummeted and I’ve been drinking more to cope with it. Calem is what Calem is, though, and I’m glad to have sniped him back.

Also, trying to juggle replies, FGO deciding to actually have events again, and grinding through Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice has been an experience. I think I’m through the worst of Sekiro, but that’s just until I get to the end. I’ve heard horrifying things about Isshin, regardless of which version I end up fighting.

Ah, in terms of replies, well, here’s the tracker:

IOU: Kris, Serena UOM: Neesha

The usual rider applies: smack the shit out of me in DMs if I forgot you

I’m more likely to hit you back soon on Discord, so my contact there is stgileunit01#0724. As several of you can attest, it takes me days to get back to you on Tumblr because I’m not logged in to Calem on my phone and I’m not on my desktop computer routinely.

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Neesha smiled as she continued petting Wigglytuff’s head fondly as Shellshocker (Blastoise) and Vileplume continued the battle. Neesha was hoping that getting Vileplume to train against bigger opponents might help her, and it never hurt to have Shellshocker train against types that it’s weaker against. 

“Shellshocker! Hydropump! Vileplume, work on dodging!” Neesha demanded and smiled fondly as she watched the two obey her orders. Her head perked up as she heard the sound of footsteps moving towards her, and curiously looked over her should. “Oh…Am I in your training spot or something?” She asked the newcomer curiously.  

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Calem strolled into the Pokemon Center near his apartment twenty minutes before the beginner battling class he was supposed to be leading began. He preferred to show up early, both to avoid the appearance of being late and to make sure that he wasn’t going to be tripping over anybody in the reserved area.

To his mild surprise, there actually was somebody there.

As he approached, she looked over her shoulder at him.

“Oh…Am I in your training spot or something?”

Calem shrugged. “Nah, I’m just early for the next time slot. Don’t mind me. I’ve got some other stuff I can do in the meantime.”

He sat down and pulled a folder out of his messenger bag to get caught back up on what he’d been going over in the last workshop. As he read, he found himself sneaking glances at the stranger’s practice. After several more minutes of just watching, the itching in his brain drove Calem to get up and go over to her.

“Hey, so, I don’t mean to tell you how to train your Pokemon, but have you considered having Vileplume cover up what it’s going to do with its bloom? I met a guy who did that and it seemed to work for him pretty well. Vileplume knows exactly where its opponent is, but the opponent can’t see what move Vileplume is lining up until it’s too late. Just a thought.”

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Here to Stage Your Abdication (Dystopia AU)//WE Open

“Oh, don’t worry.” Calem said dispassionately, strain not evident in his voice as he pulled the rope ever tighter. “You’re not alone. There were quite a few like you.” The next word was bitter, mocking, and laced with a cruel sort of joy: “Were.”

Seeing that his latest victim was good and dead, face purple and swollen from asphyxiation, Calem turned to the next fellow. This one would be a little trickier, it seemed. It was fairly common to find cells of dissent. It was much less common to find one led by somebody so prominent, which complicated disposal among many other things.

“You just had to do it, didn’t you, Senator?” He asked, voice flat and toneless. “You just had to get involved. Now here I am, with this giant mess to clean up and it’s all. Your. Fault.” He punctuated each of the last three words with prodding from his foot.

The Senator stared up at him, her blue eyes terrified. “You – you weren’t supposed to be real! There wasn’t any harm, nobody got hurt!”

Calem’s own pitiless gray-blue eyes met hers. “But therein lies the rub, my dear Senator – people might not be getting hurt now, but if you continued on this path, they will. You know upheaval doesn’t happen cleanly.”

Uninterested in continuing the conversation, he stuffed a gag in her mouth before hoisting her over his shoulder. What had been a fairly routine cleanup operation was now going to take up his entire evening. Shame about dinner, he thought, Now I’ll be eating fast food in the harbor district. Well, gotta get moving while the night is young.

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Why Now?//WE Open

Calem found himself wondering for what felt like the billionth time in his life if he really needed to take Lion to the salon for his monthly grooming. He knew for a fact that wild Arcanine could maintain their coats just fine, and that they looked plenty good despite the lack of herbal shampoo and parasite prevention formulas. He also knew that wild Arcanine enjoyed a significantly shorter lifespan. And so, there he was, trying to wrestle the canine Pokemon, which massed substantially more than he did, into the salon while Lion took an interest in literally everything else. Including, funnily enough, the obedience training that he largely ignored in favor of licking Calem and and any other familiar person (defined here as: anybody Lion had ever smelled at some point previously) from head to foot. So adding to Calem’s difficulties was that the Pokemon was also laying down on the sidewalk and not reacting to any other stimulus. “Lion, come on, I know you hate it, but I know you love all the belly rubs you get because of it. Nobody likes a crusty-furred Pokemon, and we both know you rolled in the mud during that storm last week.” At that, the Arcanine managed to look somewhat troubled. He did love belly rubs. “So come on, and let’s get this over with.”

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❅

Late fall, when his jacket is most comfortable and the cold edge to the wind invigorates without being painful.

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✺

He loves getting a look at Lumiose from above. The City of Lights is busy all the time, but it doesn’t really come alive until night falls and it can live up to its name.

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❣ - What calms your muse down?

Being able to get someplace quiet. Much as he loves the spotlight, time alone, away from people is something he needs when things get too crazy.

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Headcanon Meme

❤ - What does your muse look forward to in their soulmate? ❥ - How often/easily does your muse get heartbroken? ❣ - What calms your muse down? ღ - Sexuality? ⌚ - Does your muse worry about time? ❅ - Favorite time of the year? ✿ - Does your muse like nature in general? ✞ - Does your muse have any kind of religion? ✍ - Can your muse write? How well? ✎ - Can your muse draw? How well? ☁ - What kind of weather does your muse consider the best? ツ - Can your muse speak any other language other than their main one? ∞ - Does your muse believe in the afterlife? ✺ - Something your muse finds pretty ✆ - What is your muse’s phone gallery filled with? ❦ - What is your muse’s favorite fruit? ❧ - What is your muse’s favorite kind of food? ‽ - Something your muse has problems understanding ☺ - Something that makes your muse happy ☹ - Something that makes your muse sad/upset ✉ - How often does your muse text? ⌨ - How often does your muse use the computer? ♫ - What is your muse’s taste in music? ♯ - Something that gets your muse angry ⋆ - Your muse’s future dream and why ☮ - How much your muse worries about appearance

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Liah’s innocuous request seems to dislodge Calem from his deeper thoughts, and the Lady feels her grip on his arm falter as the Kalosian Champion meets her smile with a gaze that is empty and confused. For the Johtoan traveler, the stare feels like a punch to the gut, an abrupt reality check. 

Calem’s only human.

“No no no no no no no. Oh Arceus she’s crying. Shit shit shit shit.”

Calem’s brain snapped from one panic mode straight to another. Part of him was thankful that it was a much less . . . immediate problem. No threat of injury, just tears. The rest of him was still floundering because the threat of injury he could deal with. Crying women wasn’t a problem he could apply Pokemon battling to.

“Hey, no no no no no. I’m fine, you’re fine.” He laid a hand on her arm. “Would you rather you dealt with those guys alone? It didn’t really seem like you’re all that used to violence, at least, against other people.”

Upon further consideration, it occurred to Calem that maybe the fact that he was comfortable exerting that level of force against people should be concerning, but he’d learned long ago that the concept of “live by the sword, die by the sword” was more or less honored by law enforcement and criminals alike.

“I fully intend to see this thing through, however long that takes.”

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Hey Folks (OOC)

Yeah, I’m still alive. Been going through some stuff for the last month or so. The last couple of weeks have been . . . bad. I’m indulging in some unhealthy coping mechanisms so sorry about the delays. It’s hard to keep commitments when your head is packed with cotton wool and straight lines are a hilarious suggestion. Dropping Amaranth freed up some time, but that just leaves me with twice as much time to struggle with hanging on to one muse.

I’m trying, but giving a damn is far harder than it should be some days.

Anyway, thread tracker: IOU - Liah, Roxy, Leaf UOI - Nobody!

The usual rider, that is, slap me if I forgot you, applies. I’ve got one open floating around at this moment, and I might throw another up because character interaction is hard right now.

Thanks for your patience, as always. Steele

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📂📂📂

Calem can dance the samba, but he hates it

He’s fairly well-read, on account of sometimes having very little to do for weeks at a time and there’s a point at which reading professional battle commentary just stops being appealing.

Calem spent a month looking after a friend’s Eevee while they were on vacation. He now has a soft spot for the Pokemon, which is a shame considering how difficult it is to get a hold of one in Kalos.

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📂📂!

Calem loves cheesy made-for-TV romance movies. They’re simple, lighthearted, and easy to follow. He has a handful of them recorded on his cable box for when he needs an easy smile.

Calem goes through a lot of hair gel in a year. He won’t admit it, but he’s pretty vain about his hair.

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Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

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◎ Liah!

“Liah?” Calem called as he opened the door. “You said you needed help, what’s -- oh no.”

He regarded the lump of blankets and misery on the couch with the same fear he normally approached crying women and reporters with video cameras.

“Um, are you -- never mind, that’s a stupid question. I’m gonna be back in . . . about 20 minutes. I need to pick up some stuff.”

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“Okay, I have chicken soup and lots of bread. You’re getting back into bed, and I’m taking the couch.” The lump mumbled something. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, get up. I’ll help.” Calem helped the blanket-wrapped figure to bed, amid muttered protests. “Liah, you called me to help, let me help. I think I can handle preparing canned food.”