#arbiterdelphox

[striatonsix]

Quill shifted his shoulders casually, humming. seemingly only half acknowledging the Delphox behind him.

In fact, his attention was fixed on him completely. Quill removed his visor, placing it on the table, and quickly turned around.

He wore an uncharacteristically hostile sneer, and the cadence of his voice seemed to shift slightly. Was he breaking character?

“’Couldn’t beat a child’? I can’t tell if your words come out of your mouth or your backside.” 

He got up, and was quickly at the Arbiter’s side. 

“Do you think I haven’t spent hours training? Over, and over, and over. I know what I’m doing. I will do whatever to takes to keep her safe, you know. Anything. And I’ll succeed doing it, too. Failure isn’t an option.

But if you’re unsure,”

“With words like that, you must have great confidence in your own abilities. So why don’t we test each other?”

[ @askunseeliecourt​ ]

[askunseeliecourt]

Quill @ Arbiter: "Hello-hello, Mr. Lime-furred man!" the Gothitelle waved to get the Arbiter's attention. "Might you remember me? Despite all my flaws?" it was hard to tell if Quill was being silly, snide, or both. "I noticed your friend over there. Or is she more than a friend? I, too, have a lady I am very fond of. Tell me about yours! What drew you to her? A fated meeting, perhaps?"

"Lime furred...?" He muttered the phrase under his breath, as if lightly surprised to hear those words.

He recalled the flashy buffoon so invested in rolling around in the dirt like a Grumpig, now coming to his space... "I remember your lady. The small one with the big ears. I find it hard to believe a girl like her finds one like yourself attractive, but... Different strokes for different folks, I suppose."

He turned his head to the side, seeing the Gardevoir having the time of her life playing with the quiet Mew from earlier. "The Witness, she's..." A certain airless quality to his voice. He appears to be too flustered to name a quality.

“You should know what I mean when I say... I want to protect her smile no matter what.”

[askunseeliecourt]

@greedentstripes @ Arbiter

(Cody) Heheh, another green furred friend like myself. Tell me bud, your fur got a story?

* Cody's demeanor, the posture in which he was holding himself in and tone in which he was speaking, implied positive connotations and legitimate curiosity.

"....Where in the world do you live that you consider this green?" There was more frustration in his voice, as if a sore spot had been pressed. “It’s cool yellow,” he insisted.

"I was born this way. I know most Delphox are orange, but..." He hesitated. “I just happen to be blue because... Actually, nevermind. Anyone who looks closely at me should be able to figure out why,” he emphasizes, staring deep into the compound eyes staring back at him.

He turned the question around on the Mew. “You tell me, why are you so sure you’re green? What joy does that bring you?”

[askunseeliecourt]

Nerio@Arbiter: The shiny Crawdaunt approached Arbiter. "You are a delphox are you not? I have met many before and you are strange for one." He said rather rudely.

"Am I, now," he replied curtly, somewhat affected by the taunt. “You all seem to have it in your heads that I’m unusual. I don’t like that insinuation.”

"Maybe it's because you don’t have a wand? Most Delphox look more... Y’know! Mage-y?"

For some reason, her mild consideration seemed to quell his growing temper, instead catching him off-guard. “... M-maybe?”

[askunseeliecourt]

(askcatnaps) "It seems a lot of pokemon are commenting on your fur, huh?" Clover asks The Arbiter. "I mean, sure that's a part of you, but that's not all there is to you! I'm more curious as to why you don't have a branch. Don't you delphox-types usually carry some kind of wand?" The zeraora tilts his head.

"I..." The Delphox hesitates. The happy energy of The Witching Hour appears to fade away, back to the lonely blue it once was.  

"I ...don't want to talk about it."

[askunseeliecourt]

Arbiter, are you not fae? You cannot eat from the realm, so you say, and you cannot pick the flowers. what brings you here, how do you own the place, if you are not truly fae? (sneasel askblog coming soon :) )

“No, I’m not fae. I have a contract with The Judge.” The Delphox swished his tail in frustration, his arms folded across his chest. “I... didn’t read between the lines...” There was a sort of subtle frustration in his voice. Exasperated, yet somehow at peace with the situation.

The Witness perked her ears up at the discussion. “That’s right! He can’t take anything from here, only interact with it. Her powers create The Witching Hour. Though, she doesn’t control it, she simply supplies the power... Things have been a little strange, however.”

“I’ve.. Been meaning to ask you about that. The Judge... Got a little upset. Burned her anchor. We need you to make a new one.”

[askunseeliecourt]

the Judge is just a child? I suppose it makes sense, but do they not have a caretaker? a mentor? or does that fall unto the Arbiter?

“... She has her bibi.”

[askunseeliecourt]

(blueespeon) Teiji @ ???

Both of you look human but not really at the same time.

What are you two?

The Witness picks up the front legs of her new Espeon friend, leading her  through a fun little waltz around, giggles bubbling to the surface as she watches how hind legs try to keep along 

"Hu... Man? I don't think I've ever met a Pokemon with that name before. Is she nice? Hee hee! Wait! Wait wait wait! Are you saying you’ve never met a Pokemon who walks on two legs before? That’s amazing! I’m glad to be your first!” "The Witness is a Gardevoir, and I'm a Delphox. There isn't anything weird about us... " His words seem strained.