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She definitely took a wrong turn, but she couldn’t find her way back. The forest was so unbelievably thick, it was difficult to navigate! When she heard the voice, she turned her head to locate the voice. 「——Actually, I’m just lost. I’m tryna find a place to settle down so I’ve been travelling for a couple ah years now.」Carmines set ‘pon a nearby Honchkrow, from which the voice had been heard. 「——Oh, so you’re the mysterious voice huh? I’m doing good, thanks for asking!」It was quite odd, a lone Honchkrow. Didn’t they normally nest in flocks? Or were those Murkrows she was thinking of? Who knew. All she knew is that it was a little odd for the bird to be gazing ‘pon her. Nonetheless, she graced him with a smile, one which normally showed a sign of friendliness.

swaggxr

They were always lost. No matter who they were or what they did, they always found themselves lost on his property. However, instead of feeling intense malice burn with more intensity with each find, he felt content knowing that more individuals were stumbling up him. In his crimson eyes, more creatures meant more pawns, and more pawns would only lead him to an even higher status than he already was know.

The manipulative and shady Honchkrow allowed a chuckle to escape his beak, soon followed by himself fully relaxing upon the branch he had tethered himself to. Despite being in his lonesome, that didn't mean he was any less of a threat if provoked or if he found the other useless in the slightest. Aristide may have tainted himself with stylish crests and lusciously groomed feathers, but he found it more than exciting to deal with 'commoners' personally.

"Lost?" He questioned, voice coated with a false tone of compassion. "Lucky for you, you stumbled upon the most pleasant fellow in this area. Name's Aristide, proud leader of this route ever since my parents went to their graves. Allow me to stroll with you and get to know you. I have a feeling that we're going to have one successful relationship."

#hikarx #[replied;]#[semi;]#[the wild;]#((How have you been!? c:))

landswrxth

“Your…route?” Zygarde raised an eyebrow slightly, very puzzled. When did Pokemon start ‘owning’ routes instead of inhabiting them? And he was a ‘leader’? Leader of what, exactly? Honchkrows were not the most innocent looking Pokemon he had ever seen. Well, whatever it was, Zygarde certainly did not want to be rude on this Pokemon’s ‘property’, if he could call it that. That feeling of uneasiness was still there, but he would not let it hamper his ability to be polite.

“Forgive me for intruding unannounced. I was returning to my residence, and rather than go my usual way, I decided to take what I believed to be shorter.” Zygarde said. “Thus, I ended up going this way.”

swaggxr

Content washed over the Honchkrow as he simply nodded in a merry, pleased manner that any leader would give to a subordinate. He was quite fond of the other showing signs of hesitance and weakness, apologizing to him in a voice that a peacemaker would conjure to a warlord in an attempt to control his wrath. It fed his insidious tendencies swimmingly, only making his falsified persona so much more easier to uphold.

Underneath those pitch-black feathers and luscious crests, he should indeed be thanking the other for making things so much simpler.

"Nonsense. Stick around, lighten up. This is a place that promotes growth and bonds. You dropped in uninvited, so the least you can do is tell me about yourself. The name's Aristide, hmhmhm, and you can call me your host."

#landswrxth #[replied;]#[semi;]#[the wild;]

forbddxn

“—But of course!” How delightful; another one caught, maybe not beyond her grasp. He would be tricky, this one, as she knew Honchkrows could be most deceptive. She would play it safe —for now, at least. “What brings a bird like you to a place like this? I’ve heard that ghost likes to prey on those not local to these parts.”

swaggxr

He found this situation to be amusing; adorable, even. He was used to these situations-- ones where silent, underhanded threats were tossed around in order to assert dominance and power. They were like games to him, each participant being nothing more than rust-covered chess piece that moved from space to space. Lifeless, silent, obedient...

And he? He was the king.

"--Oh," he sarcastically cooed, curved beak tilted upwards to the fixation that resembled a content smirk. "I'm here for business. Nothing less, nothing more. Believe me when I say that I'll remain unscathed. After all, what is a poltergiest to a Summoner of the Night? A summoner of the very element that will bring them to their very knees."

#forbddxn #[replied;]#[semi;]#[the wild;]#((I'd say they're going well!))#((You?))

archxeus

❝Aristide… be not mistaken, I mean no ill will nor disrespect—

However, in my eyes, such petty constructs of territories and boundaries mean little. This world is boundless. The claim you lay is but a temporary thing, set to fade when your time has finished.❞

swaggxr

"How eloquently spoken, my dear friend. If I came off as an enforcer to you, then do rest assured that it was not my... intent.

"However, do try and understand that those are your eyes-- the very eyes that I, and many others, cannot view through. They may mean little towards you, but to others... they mean so much more. At the very least, do allow me to... escort you on your merry little stroll! It is the least I can do for causing you trouble."

#archxeus #[replied;]#[short;]#[chat;]#[the wild;]#((UM EXCUSE YOU GOD))#((YOU CREATED ME))#((YOU GAVE ME THE CHOICE TO BE A MOBSTER))#((YOU WILL OBEY ME ON MY LAND OR ELSE I WILL DROP MY ACT))#((AND I WILL TEACH YOU NOT TO BE RUDE TO ME))#((FLIPS HAIR VIOLENTLY AND CR I E S))

forbddxn

—A cheery grin rose upon the girl’s face; there were newcomers to her dear home. With hands clasped in glee, she said, “Welcome, welcome, welcome to Route 209! I should warn you, however: there’s been sightings of a ghost around!”

swaggxr

Someone who didn't seem like too much of a rotten peasant finally addressed him, her demeanor drizzled with glee and her face painted with such a beautiful, whimsical smile! The mobster's heart fluttered in excitement, already deeming this as a perfect situation to let his false persona do the speaking. If he dealt his cards right, perhaps he could establish more...

Connections.

"Ah, how simply kind of you! I'll do my... hmhmhm, best to stay safe. I do hope that you shall do the same."

#forbddxn #[replied;]#[semi;]#[the wild;]#((Hey there!))

landswrxth

The voice that spoke to him was peculiar, to say the least. Looking up, Zygarde found it to be a black feathered Pokemon with distinct plumage -a Honchkrow, as he recalled- that had asked him his name. Zygarde narrowed his eyes, a bit wary of the Pokemon.

“I am Zygarde,” he answered. “Can you tell me where I am?” It was just his luck that he had no idea where he was currently; it was a situation that seemed to be occurring a bit too frequently.

swaggxr

The crimson pupils of the Honchkrow showed no animosity-- no spite. In fact, a hint of glee darted through him as he gave a pleasant, short, falsified chuckle. He could sense that the other was wary; suspicious of him, his species, and that faux amount of kindness he was offering. But that didn't cause him to falter or let his persona fade.

His reaction only allowed it to grow.

"Ah," Aristide started, soon tipping his pitch-black fedora-like crest towards the legendary creature without hesitation. "Of course. What kind of a... leader would I be if I didn't offer a feather in a pitch? You're currently among Route 16. A simple, pleasant route."

A brief pause, soon followed by a simple, eloquent:

"--My route, that is. Mind telling me how one such as yourself had quite the stumble to these parts? I'm simply dying to know."

#landswrxth #[replied;]#[semi;]#[the wild;]

archxeus

❝I cannot say I share your sympathies, friend. Who are you?❞

swaggxr

"Come now. Aloofness and displeasure shall get you n o w h e r e.

. . .

"However, I am quite... pleased that you asked. My name is Aristide, and you, my 'friend,' tread among my... territory."

#archxeus #[replied;]#[short;]#[chat;]#[the wild;]#((Small Boss Bird Simulator 2014))

--And yet another one he deemed as a peasant has traversed into his territory, completely oblivious to the fact that his crimson pupils were always watching. Always spying. Always keeping track of those simple-minded fools that he could manipulate and bend to his will, digging themselves into holes that were so begrudging to escape.

But he enjoyed it, in a sense, having others to manipulate for his benefit and sadistic pleasure. They were fools-- all of them. If anything, he viewed it as him simply aiding them in their pitiful, disgusting lives.

"How do you do?" His beak inquired, a tip of his fedora-like crest soon accompanying his affable words before he continued. "It's a bit late for a midnight stroll, isn't it?"

#hikarx #[semi;]#[closed;]#[the wild;]#((Yoooo.))

--Approaches your bod-- Ey bby ;)))

His crimson pupils saw nothing but a dirty, filthy, unruly peasant before him. Someone with enough guts to march up to him, speak to him like a common-class whore, and completely ignore his dominance over this area. He did not smile, he did not create any noise. All he allowed himself to do was to hold up one wing, soon thrusting it down and allowing his flock of Murkow to surround the other.

Emotionless; his true colors appearing for but a moment, his beak parted with a simple, yet intimidating:

”Kill it.”

#[short;]#[Aristide answers;]#[the wild;]#[???-type;]

landswrxth

"My, my! What a... peculiar fellow, aren't you? Might I ask you for your name?"

He could only hope his 'public figure' persona could still be upheld, even before such a creature he found ... disgusting. He knew the other couldn't help it, not fitting his standards and coming across as nothing but a peasant, so he could only allow those eloquent words would start a thread of delicious manipulation.

After all, he simply loved the sense of power.

#landswrxth #[semi;]#[closed;]#[the wild;]

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[ ♛ - If only the God wasn’t naive at times. Sure, Arceus had this bad fame of being heartless and extremely stern, but in the deep, He was a huge puppy, and would never believe in other’s wickedness, even after being betrayed so many times.

He was just too good to believe in evil.

Arceus examined the bird for a while before giving a few more steps forward. It was already late, and even being a deity, many dangers lurked on that forest.]

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Aristide. I am just walking, trying to make my legs used in walking rather than just floating."

swaggxr

He was so naive-- so scrumptious, in a way. The almighty being known as Arceus was so simple, despite how much of a complex world he created. But that was his first mistake. Conjuring up a world with such complex creatures and thoughts, allowing him to be betrayed the moment he stepped into territory that were controlled by such terrible figures.

Peering his crimson pupils into their his creator's eyes, he allowed a false, ginger smile to caress his beak. He didn't see this creature as anything more than a means to an end, a pawn he can dutifully place upon a board and treat like a peasant. Aristide would do his best to keep him as an unwilling pawn for as long as he could, and he only wished that it could be for the rest of his days.

"My, my," he chirped affably, politely bowing towards his creator before continuing on with his words. "Allow someone such as I to accompany you on your... hmhmhm, midnight stroll. After all, my friend, you are in territories that are under my control. Intruding, yes, but my heart is quite riveting, wouldn't you say?"

#[replied;]#[semi;]#[the wild;]#aruseus

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[ ♛ - Honchkrow. Being its creator, Arceus knew that this Pokémon was capable of doing some dirty tricks, such as calling its flock to ambush their victims. But, He wasn’t afraid of such fate. He already sustained worse things.

The horse looked up at the dark bird from below. By his tone, that Honchkrow seemed friendly, but let’s not have the hopes high, He thought, maybe it was trying to manipulate. With a quick bow, the God gave a step forward.]

"Good evening. I am Arceus. How are you faring today, Honchkrow?"

swaggxr

So far, so smooth. The other replied so leisurely and eloquently that the Honchkrow couldn't but feel content. The manipulative Honchkrow always did its best to keep others in that mood. That's the only way it could thrive in power for as long as it did. And what better way to sustain that power than to bend a being such as Arceus to his will? To keep him under his wing, even if it was for but a little while.

He saw himself as better, smarter; more capable than what he labeled a peasant b o w i n g to him. A chuckle escaped his beak, one coated in what seemed to be a genuine interest but only really harbored insidious intent.

"--Oh, please," he started, a tip of his fedora-crest following his affable tone before he continued once more. "Call me Aristide, Arceus. Tell me-- just... what brings one such as yourself here? I'm simply dying to know."

#aruseus #[replied;]#[short;]#[the wild;]

aruseus

Disgusting, yet amusing. Aristide's crimson pupils were set upon this peculiar being, attempting to peg him under a category of peasants, pawns, and pieces of garbage that he could contact later. However, try as he might, not even his mind could comprehend such a marvelous spectacle before him.

He had no choice but to make conversation. No choice but to uphold his public figure facade. No choice but to fabricate more acts of kindness, that could lead to delicious manipulation.

"It's simply a pleasure to meet one such as yourself," he lied, soon tipping his fedora-like crest at the other and continuing with a serene voice. "Might I ask who... or what you are?"

#aruseus #[semi;]#[the wild;]#((Yooooo))

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Reblog this if you are a pokemon rp blog

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#[ooc;]#[helping hand;]

ash-chosenone

How amusing and utterly precious, the Honchkrow mused in silence. Another human; wandering about absentmindedly, treading upon the organized and graceful route known as his domain. His place of absolute dictatorship. Crimson eyes were brightened in a horrifying glee, one wing meeting with his golden, curved beak before 'tsks' were allowed to escape from that very same beak.

This male in that atrocious outfit and his filthy rodent may or may not have been aware of his vivacious glare, but he didn't mind. In fact, he wanted their eyes to feast upon him. They were in his world now, and one mistake would cost them any pleasure or fits of joy. Those grins would be eradicated and those beautiful spirits tarnished.

All he awaited for wa that b r a t to speak up. Manners came first, even when dealing with revolting little peasants and intruders.

#ashchosenone #[the wild;]#[short;]#[closed;]

Disgusting, he thought. Absolute garbage. Crimson pupils were drawn to the human that dared to set a foot upon this path-- HIS path. That man had ginger locks, and had such passive eyes that it was quite easy to get lost in them. The ruthless leader of 'Krows kept himself upon the highest perch, a flock of Murkrow not too far to his left and right as he completely enforced his dominance.

He wouldn't speak now. Aristide was still determining if the vermin before him was of use. But he would do everything in his power to enforce his golden rule.

Make one wrong step or glance, and death shall be one's reward.

#[closed;]#[short;]#[the wild;]#eresnorim #((It never lets me place your URL in the thing but here we go bae))

archxeus

"--Oh, it is simply a p l e a s u r e to meet one such as... yourself."

#archxeus #[closed;]#[short;]#[chat;]#[the wild;]#((Trying to manipulate God for your own game 101))#((starring Aristide))

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