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[thevaloroushearts-rp]

Holy Knights

[ @golden-royals / @bluedawnsrp ]

‘Oh my gosh, you think we could go ice-skating next? I’m full of hot cocoa and ready to go-go~!’

‘Man how’re you wearing only that and not gnashing your teeth? It’s snowing and everything!’

‘Lemme tell you, I can’t wait for the main event later tonight! It’ll be the time to show my REAL Christmas spirit!’

All this excited banter, all the friendly smiling faces passing by, the shouts and laughter of people enjoying themselves with snowball fights and snowmen-building, blended with the gentle winter breeze and tender flakes of snow landing delicately at the partygoers... anyone could find a reason to be happy at this event, as if the yuletide spirit itself has blessed this location. To say it was a beautiful holiday festivity would be an understatement.

While everyone was bustling about heading to the next thrilling event on their to-do lists, an albino Gallade has been leaning his back up against the wall and staring off onto the stretch of white. Every few seconds snowflakes would fall on his bangs or his scarred face, giving subtle signs of discomfort before sweeping them away. In his hand was a cup of hot cocoa, whose steam was steadily lost to the icy air, as evident not only while it was in his grasp, but as he raised it up to finish that last mild gulp of chocolate.

“Mmngh...”

Brushing the back of his hand across his lips, the white swordsman casually arced the emptied cup into a nearby bin, not even noticing how clean a shot it was. Any time Alyx was addressed by a passerby, the white blade briefly flashed a cool smile as well as a playful fingergun point or salute at them, then waved off the greeters before returning to his distant gaze.

<<Heh...>> he thought to himself, his face forcing a weak, bothered smirk as his thoughts resurface to him one by one, <<Wish I had Li’s or even Oriel’s enthusiasm right about now... that says somethin’ when even my biological sis musters up more pep than me.>> Waving his head to the side and flaking off any other bits of snow, the Gallade lifted his head up to gaze at the wintery skies.

<<Guess I should stop hangin’ out so much -- no... THINKING so much and get a move on. I’m just wastin’ time standing around like this... c’mon Al, it’s a party after all.>>

With a light push off the dining building’s wall, Alyx stretched himself backwards and yawned, curving his frame with an arm folded behind his head and the other reaching over, before swinging his arms down after that satisfying crunch.

<<Li and Oriel said they’d be inside the lounge... guess I can go over and mingle in there first. Start off slow,>> the mellow swordsman pondered as he paced through the snow, hoping to rekindle his social spirit.

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Warriors in Wintertide

[ @dragonoak-kingdom / @bluedawnsrp ]

‘Hey hey, the lake is over here! C’mon c’mon, get your ice skates ready!’

Step...

Step...

Step...

‘W-whoa, hey don’t drag me! I haven’t even tied them ye--’

Step...

Step...

‘Well maybe if you remembered to cushion your skates’ blades so they didn’t get stuck in your bag you wouldn’t... have been... ...”

Step...

Halt.

“...” “...”

“...”

What were two lively and eager partygoing Pokemon packed and zipping for the vast sheets of ice fell windless, silent, before the towering robed black obelisk that coincidentally paced into their path. They could make out little, but from what they could see... this man had a powerful figure underneath this bulking furred coat. Considering his bladed helmet and white, hollow-looking expressionless mask, he had all the makings of what could potentially be a monster. Chills... chills slid down the younger ones’ spines from just having to look up at him. Seconds turned to a few minutes as the air grew thick with tension due to the intense silence, before the large armored statue-esque man broke into a stern, harsh tone.

“... Why have you stopped.”

“S-sorry! We didn’t uh, s-see you there sir, we just...” “We thought we were going to b-b-buh, bu-b-b--”

“Enough. You were never in my way,” pinned the Bisharp, as it took him little context to pick up on what they would say. Thus, the man... ‘reassured’ in a cold fashion, as he slowly raised a black and white bladed hand pointing towards the lake, showing that he’s well aware of where they were making a beeline to. “Just proceed. Now.”

“Y-YESSIR!”

No time was wasted as the two younger Pokemon hastily nodded and immediately zipped around the dark knight, in what seemed to be something of a panic. Scoffing, Zarathos took a few more steps forward, but then paused to look over his shoulder. Initially, it was to ensure the Pokemon were not hesitating by looking back at HIM, and instead were well on their way to the lake as anticipated. Fortunately the latter was the case, as he watched the two attendees already at rest by the lakeshore, sporting their attire before eagerly leaping onto the ice and gliding across its slippery surface. 

As the cloaked warrior held his gaze, even from a distance, he could see the liveliness, the festiveness of all the collective Pokemon having the time of their lives. Whether they were exhibiting their skills, muddling their attempts and causing others to laugh, or just smiling at one another in each others’ presence...

Ugh...

He was just... so... out of place from it all.

“Mmh.”

Shaking his head, Zarathos proceeded on his path, spotting the field where a snowball fight was taking place. Seeing the orbs of ice soar through the air, the combatants taking cover and thinking light on their feet as they maneuver and try to strike on another... for some reason, the dark knight seemed to have his gaze held here with a bit more intent. This was a different sort of energy...yes, this was more of a sport, perhaps even childish, but... there was a raw rush of adrenaline that he could sense, highlighted further by the shouts and declarations of ‘war’ taking place.

“... war...?” the tall shadowy Bisharp uttered silently to himself, as his ears continued to take in the robust noises and yells that filled the battlefield. War... war, is it?

... What a mockery.

“Hmph,” Zarathos mumbled. If one could see his face behind the almond-shaped holes in his mask, an unamused, flat, narrow stare awaited them, as well as worse if they were not a fellow Dark type.

“Ridiculous... ‘tis little more than sport.” Even if it was merely imagination running just as wild as all the other participants in this winter field, the cold-hearted sword-brandishing soldier couldn’t help but figuratively turn his nose up this activity.

<<Insolence. As if this could compare to the severity of a true  mass exchange of lives...>>

Yet even as he mentally berate them all with this... why does he still look on? Was it the energy that kept him held so close...? The hot-blooded, fast-paced sights of competitive exchange that made him recall parts of his past? Or was there more, perhaps more than even his bitter thoughts would allow to even tap into...?