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blooming-excellence // starter call.
❛ — Oh! I love your Gourgeist, mhmm! It looks very well trained! ❜
05
05: Do your IRL friends/family know about your RPing?
(I don’t really talk about rping too much irl? I’ve told my mom and grandma but I don’t think they really understand what it is :’D My best friend knows though, and she even follows a majority of my rp blogs and sends them anon messages pft.)
Send me “It’s Harvest Time” And I’ll generate a number to see if our muses will ( 6 ) take a ride on a wagon
Even after hours of doing so, holding the reins still felt odd to Sly. The young man had been driving the wagon since nine in the morning and now the farm was bathed in the soft late afternoon light but still, the feeling of familiarity wasn’t there like he had expected it too. Still, it had been a good first day of the job. There had been the surprise of Biz behaving without too much hassle on Sly’s part, the Rapidash actually mindful of keeping the flames decorated on his body to a small size as to not set the wagon aflame or the people around it. Let alone no attitude, not even testing the strength of the fireproof, ebony tack that was draped on the pokemon. Perhaps like his handler, the pokemon was too taken off guard by the activity. More easily though, the pokemon could have been just happy to be working once more after a eight month hiatus.
However, the day was good. The people who had stuffed themselves with the bales of hay in the back of the wagon were happy, even excited of honoring the season of fall by participating in the Fall Festival this Kalosian farm was holding. Even in this cold weather a happiness found at simple warmed his heart just slightly so.
Even now when he had manipulated the wooden wagon onto the same dusty path he had taken at least an hour ago, the young man didn’t felt so inclined to recline in the comfort of his own thoughts as per usual. It wasn’t very far before they reached the next stop to pick the next batch of customers; really it was only a minute before he pulled the wagon to a stop. Without looking to see who was climbing on the man let out a half hearted 'Hello'.
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æ - Random fact about the mun?
The music I listen to is based entirely upon playlists I have created based upon different characters (my favourites and even some I have written myself). I have a play list for each character I roleplay that I listen to when I’m writing.
£ - Random fact about the muse?
Though Estella seems to have a borderline unhealthy addiction to coffee, she does not like frozen coffee at all. It just doesn’t taste right to her.
In Summer
In Summer: What’s something your character longs to someday see or experience?
Drasna would like to see the regions of her heritage. She does not particularly care which, she’d be content seeing either where her father or mother came from. But now she remains in Kalos instead of ever going to visit those places.
"Oh, I just meant — I just kind of… expected this place to be a bit… bigger, is all…"
Beth glanced around the office for a minute before she continued. She’d been in a pretty big hurry on her way here and had almost run passed it… She was a little frustrated with herself, so Beth had just blurt out the first thing to come to mind. Fortunately, she was back to her usual composed self after she took a minute to calm down.
"Anyway, yes, there was a woman in Vert Plaza who had her bag stolen," she replied evenly. "The thief had gotten away already when I was there, but I told her to wait there while I came to get help."
"And you came to me instead of the police. Good choice."
Emma walked over to the mannequin and began grabbing pieces of her Expansion Suit off of it. She then ran behind the screen to her bedroom to begin changing.
"I'll need a description of the thief's appearance and clothing!" she shouted over the screen. "A picture, if you're lucky enough to have one!"
"That was completely unexpected."
"Yeah, yeah, 18-year-old girl runs the only detective agency in the city. Heard it before." Emma rolled her eyes. "Have you got a case for me?"
