#friendsinthefrost

[melemeleguardian]

@friendsinthefrost​ replied to your post: “Oh, dear.” It looks like he had made too many...

Volkner: *eyeing one suspiciously* You… uh… Mind? If I take one, or two, or six?

“Six? Uh, you do realize that if you don’t work out enough, protein will just turn into fat right?”

[cherryblight]

Closed starter for @friendsinthefrost​ ! :D Varus hadn’t traveled much in a while; but he decided to take a little roadtrip, for the sake of sight seeing. He’d also heard that a special event was going on in Piltover; “Progress Day” or something like that. Which meant a large group of humans. Easy targets.  So here he was; sitting upon a tall building in Piltover, admiring the infrastructure of the city while he swung his legs back and forth, his bow on his back. It was definitely different from Ionia, but he could probably get used to it. The darkin would just have to learn how to jump from building to building. He hadn’t yet caused much of an uproar either, and he didn’t really plan to until Progress Day. Hell, trying to have fun sounded like a good idea. However, Varus had a mission of vengeance and he couldn’t just ignore that...right? Varus was conflicted internally. But he could reason that he was just waiting for the right time to strike, if he tried to jump in any earlier he would easily be caught and would have to deal with whatever justice system these people had. So what’s the harm in having a little joy here. He almost jumps, however, when he hears slight movement behind him...

[fieldknowledge]

@friendsinthefrost with Volkner! ............................

   Sunnyshore City...  Don’t let the name fool you though!  Most of it was highly developed with solar panels!  It was sunny, yes, but there was only a little bit of shore.  Perhaps at one time, before buildings rose from the ground and it became a trainer hub, the white sand spread out as far as the eye could see...

     Apparently, this was where the eighth and final Sinnoh Gym was...  And it was an Electric-type!  Noland couldn’t wait to meet this trainer and find out more about this city!  He didn’t know much about it other than the panels, the Gym, and the lighthouse.  Perhaps this person could spread some more light on the city’s history.  

     Noland stood at the city’s gate, one hand in his pocket and the other on his hat so as not to let the ocean breeze blow it away.  For a waterfront town, it was pretty big.  Now, all he had to do was meet this Gym Leader guy.  Electric-type...  Noland mentally prepared himself to come face-to-face with a bundling of energy.

[executive-geneticist]

// @friendsinthefrost //

-Sinnoh was a beautiful region and even a man on a mission the way Archer was could enjoy it for what it was. It came as no surprise that he’d considered setting up shop here instead of Johto in the beginning; before it became apparent that the funds wouldn’t stretch that far, that is. There was a part of him that regretted it to this day, particularly when he walked along the solar-powered walkways and bore witness to the technological beauty of Sunyshore City. If he were honest, he’d have preferred the sandbar be a little more... well, more than it was given this was probably the warmest City in the region, but it still gave on the impression of the beaches he’d visited in his youth in Unova.

-Today was not a day for beach visits, though, and he forced himself to walk past the small sandbar on his way to the Gym. He had important matters to attend to and he couldn’t let something as banal as sightseeing get in the way. He approached the Gym entrance and stepped inside, chatting briefly with the League officiant who greeted all challengers on their way inside. He had no interest in Pokemon battles either and instead put in a request to speak with Gym Leader personally. The officiant acquiesced to sending the message, but made no promises that Volkner would respond; the man wasn’t exactly known for always being ready in his Gym when travelers came knocking. So Archer decided to wait outside for what could very well be the clandestine meeting he’d been waiting for.- 

[regesc]

@friendsinthefrost​   :    Yamato: Ain't you a little scrawny to be beatin' the crap outta your blonde buddy?

“Hey, I don’t ‘ beat the crap ’ outta him, it’s called training. And ain’t you a little━”  Tragically  ,  he  can’t  come  up  with  a  good  come  back  ,   &&  looks  a  little  lost  standing  there  with  clenched  fists  for  a  moment  in silence  before  coming  up  with  some  kind  of  response .

“T--- Tall to be shit talking?”  Was ...  was  there  even  any  effort  there  ,  Noctis  ?

[reticentfist]

@friendsinthefrost ( seofon ) / what does ‘salvation’ mean?

          “Before you ask, no.”

          Nehan speaks quickly as soon as the enigmatic man of the Eternals entered the room, one Nehan declared as his office, no more than housing few of the items he used for his everyday needs for treatment, glancing back down to the papers he’d been reading over. 

          He’s never spoken to the man directly before, but he’s heard him enough even in his coma: always speaking in that certain matter that spoke of knowing more than he lead on. Unfortunate how he couldn’t get blank dreams in a coma. Best to get the man out of his office before Nehan’s tied into that web of deceit.

[chaserainbows]

How do you wear those pants and accept how you look, man....

“It’s called an aesthetic.”

“I’m not even the biggest fashion disaster in the league anyway. Have you seen Flint and Lucian?”

[ioniacriminal]

Sprawled across the bed, tedium began to crawl near like ants incessantly converging to witness the demise of an insect, enthusiasm wiggling their attention to ultimately take the poor fellow who would be the feast for the day. He was not expecting to have so much free time after a busy day and despite there were attentions being offered to him during the way to his dorm, he was rapid to reject each and each one of them for having more interest in the roommate who so often neglected him.

A ball of air exuded from his mouth, looking at the closed door that never once indicated the arrival of his fellow mate and albeit it took long minutes     –     that for him felt like distressing hours   –   to finally hear long and heavy footsteps, he was still as rapid as the wind blowing outside, opening the door in the exact moment Jayce was reaching for the lock.    ❛      Bro, took you a damn while!      ❜  

@friendsinthefrost​