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❛ heelys don’t have brakes because my swag don’t stop. ❜
“…That is just begging for some kind of accident to happen.” All of a sudden, Isabella was so much happier that she was living in Kalos. If she had ended up in the Kanto Elite instead, who knows how Isabella might react to Ramona shouting ‘PARKOUR’ before falling down a flight of stairs.
Drinking, probably drinking.
Champion’s Clash!
@champramona
It had been ages since Vela had visited Driftveil City, she rarely had buisness with the area. While the rather active mining industry dealt with what was below the surface of the Earth, Vela’s interests were more centric on what was above it, and beyond. Of course sure, Driftveil did have it’s values and it was an important part of the Unova region, however she didn’t come here for it’s mining facility, or even the Driftveil Market. No no,
Vela was here for the Pokemon World Tournament.
An institution constructed by the old gym leader Clay, legendary trainers from around the Globe could meet and face off, in a rare and refreshing clash of cultures and strengths. She’s observed a match or two in the past, but Vela wasn’t here to participate in any tournaments. If anything, she had the facility rented out, by pulling a few strings, and had the entire place booked for something of an exhibition match. And what better way to face off against the Kanto champion, both new in their positions, than in a battlefield renowned for connecting regions in the one thing they all love the most? Competition.
Currently, Vela was in the tunnel leading to the arena, even from hear she could hear the roaring excitement of the Audience. And who could blame them? A match, even exhibitionary; was certainly nothing to sneeze at when it came to between champions. She stared down the bright white lights that were at the end of the tunnel, and turned back to face her soon to be opponent.
“Let’s give them a match worth the wait, shall we?”
36, 38, &43!
36. What colors make up most of their wardrobe? Purple, unsurprisingly. While it isn’t her favorite color, she believes it looks best on her (which it really does).
38. Do they play video games? If so, which ones? Not a huge gamer to be perfectly honest. She will if someone invites her to play, but she really doesn’t own any consoles or anything of the sort herself.
43. Why do people usually call them on the telephone? To complain? To ask for advice? To ask them to do something for them? Honestly? Probably to ask for help/advice. Given that she’s more serious than some of the people around her, she can be but often isn’t the voice of reason in trying times. Either that, or it’s just a family call.
“Where on earth did you find that?”
“What, you mean this?” Vela asked, as she lifted up the heavy chunk of Sandstone, slamming it down onto her desk with a heavy THWUMP!, sending a tremor through everything else on her desk. Despite the fact that her dress was covered in a fine layer of sand, she seemed cheerful nonetheless.
“It seems to be a broken chunk off of the Relic Castle west of Route Four.” She said, her fingers trailing over the stone, sand falling off of the block and onto her desk. “Workers unearthed it while clearing out all of the sand that’s present in the lower floors. Thankfully I was able to get a hand on it before the Nacrene Museum got to add it to their collection.” Sitting in her chair, she brushed off a space on her desk and let the thing lie flag. In the carved grooves, dye had been poured into the engraved points, and while plenty of it had been worn away, the pattern itself made the entire glyph unmistakable.
It was a black dragon, a rather familiar looking one.
“Of course I will donate it once I’m done reviewing the material, but this is much simpler than arranging a date to observe it under their rules.” Using her hand, she tried brushing sand out of the grooves in order to try and read the images better. “If I’m not mistaken, the Relic Castle south of Nimbasa ought to have more information on Zekrom, so I’ve kept one eye on the excavation on the Castle.” Opening up one drawer, she grabbed a digital camera, turned it on, and took a photograph of the sand covered stone. “And ideally... today should mean all of that interest has finally paid off.”
“Although I suppose that’s a lot more than you asked for.”
FIGHT ME!! come at me scrublord im ripped
“You turned so red.”
Love-ly sentence starters
“Come now Ramona, it wasn’t that bad...”
Or maybe it was, seeing that some random stranger had knelled down in front of her, and kissed her hand. But she wasn't going to admit it.
“Sure it was a bit weird but I think I handled it fine.”
“Who needs love when you have a full fridge?”
“The reason you can’t find any is probably because you keep gorging yourself like that. Is it really necessary for you to eat all of the chocolate-covered strawberries?”
Filled to the brim with an assortment of attractively-designed treats of all shapes and sizes, the refrigerator seemed as though it were a never-ending buffet of delectable goodies. Whenever the Luvdisc Gala was in full bloom, it always seemed that everything was much more cutesy. Even the fruit she’d bought this morning was carved into animated characters with heart outlines around them. And the cupcakes that she’d seen on display in the bakery that had been forced onto her by one of the enthusiastic workers.. well, they were so sickeningly sweet just be appearance alone she could barley even take the time to properly look at them.
Truthfully, the Slateport Leader was glad that Ramona was as tomboyish as she was; it saved her the trouble of having to partake in especially ‘girly’ conversation when they crossed paths. However, despite that redeeming quality in her eyes, the more boorish ones always had a knack to come out.
It came as no surprise to Charlotte that the boisterous Champion had made such a comment to begin with, but she still couldn’t believe just how abrasive the other could be – especially when it came to sweets.
“Who even invited you over here? You can’t just barge into other peoples apartments and raid their cabinets,” she threw an annoyed glance at the drawers and cupboards that had been left open, “No tot mention that – hey, that one was mine!”
“Can I tell you something?”
“Well, I hardly see why not” Vela said, crossing one leg over the other in her seat, as she listened to her fellow Champion.
“Why do you ask? Something on your mind Ramona?”
