Cody is actually always VERY active! They don’t like slackers or taking a break that’s too long. Work needs to be done, bad guys need to be caught! Up, up, up. Ya slacked off enough, mate.
[ light ]
Cody much more prefers the dark over the light! They’re more active toward night time because of it!
[ dream ]
Cody absolutely adores dreaming, they give them good vibes.
Cheri@Duskfall; “My oh my! My calculations say you’re not just one type, but you’re definitely my type~” she teases with a wink as she floats around the hybrid. “But I am curious, why is a hottie like you here? In this little party twilight thing I keep hearing about? You could be a model instead!~”
[PoV: Chevalier]
Even though I wait patiently for Alicia and Elisabeth to return, simply standing out in the open continues to make me feel more and more uncomfortable…
…that and I notice that part of the reason for my comfortableness is that my stomach is now telling me that I need food. My eyes widen upon realizing this, since the last thing I wish is to be hungry in a public place...filled with people.
I turn and reach over to the satchel hanging on my side, in which I pull out an aluminum can covered in a wrapper that says ‘tomato juice’. However this is not actual tomato juice, for the words are simply meant to fool anyone who saw me drinking from it.
Opening the can I start quickly drinking, the thick red liquid pouring into my mouth. The strong taste of iron spreads over my taste buds and into my throat, slowly sating my hunger with each drop that enters my stomach.
Blood…that is what’s in the cleverly disguised can.
As I’m about to finish the last of it, a sudden voice startles me mid-drink. I start coughing into the can, trying my best to contain it in order to prevent me from spitting the red liquid everywhere. When my coughing starts dying down I turn over to see who’s talking to me this time, but I freeze when I see that it’s an unusual Pokemon with a very playful smile on her face.
…
Did she just…?
My expression becomes something like that of a Deerling caught in headlights, my eyes wide and body frozen still.
T-Type? H-Hotty? M-M-Model?!
“Uh…” The only sound that escaped my mouth as I struggle to figure out what to do, since even though I’ve dealt with Elisabeth’s flirting numerous times…never have I experienced this sort of situation with a complete stranger. I could feel my white face start to burn up, the normally pale white skin becoming a shade similar to that of the liquid inside the can in my hands.
What do I do?!
“Th…Thank you?” I manage to say, my eyes darting around anywhere but her. This proved to be difficult however, seeing that she’s...floating around me. “I-I never t-thought myself as h-ho-” The words die, signifying this train-wreck of a conversation is only beginning.
I clench my eyes shut and grit my fangs together, but thankfully my lips were closed so she can’t see what’s inside my mouth.
C’mon Chevalier, she asked a question. Just answer it. Just…answer it. It’s not that hard.
“I j-joined the G-Guardians of T-T-Twilight b-because they helped m-me.” I stutter, fighting a losing battle against my nervousness. “I f-fight monsters a-and-”
Oh for Arceus’ sake! I’m fucking useless at this!
Out of nowhere I let out a loud growl of anger, in one swift movement I twist my body and punch the brick wall behind me…hard…
If the brick wall was capable of speaking it would be laughing right now, since even though the punch was strong…it only left a faint imprint. In fact I’ve done more harm to myself than the wall, since now my fist is hurting like crazy...and can feel blood starting to trickle out from a fresh injury on my knuckles.
…Damn it…
I quickly apply pressure to my fist with my hand, although the bleeding isn’t much…I still wince from the pain.
Yeah…this is even more awkward now, and I probably look like a damn idiot. Or Dummkopf, as Alicia might say.
“I a-appreciate the t-thought of me maybe b-being a m-model, but I don’t t-think I could stand being in the s-spotlight.” I speak up, trying my best to break the awkwardness and embarrassment I’m feeling. “And I’d r-rather help p-people, since being part of t-the GoT allows me t-to save those w-who are in d-danger.”
…Maybe this conversation is salvageable.
I try to smile at her, but my lips keep twitching too much to stay fixed. Eventually I give up and look away, since at this point I can’t bear to look her in the eyes. “S-So...” I say more quietly, taking note of her unusual appearance through the corner of my eyes. “W-What a-about y-y-”
So much for this conversation being salvageable, I couldn’t even formulate a proper question to ask in return...
When Axel was a young ‘vee, he once saw the destruction an out of control feral pokémon could do to their surroundings. He vowed from that moment on he would become part of a guild to help protect the people and surrounding.
[ numb ]
After the death of Ives, for a long while Axel had felt numb, feeling there was more he could’ve done to prevent her death.
[ silly ]
Axel loves doing silly little things to keep busy the young’uns! He’s that cool uncle. One of the things include yanking all kinds of stuff out of his manes.
Miles vowed to himself he would never let someone get hurt while they’re with him! Which kind of makes it hard to have a partner like Wyatt, who constantly seems to throw himself into danger and harm!
[ reason ]
Between the two of them, Miles is the voice of reason!
[ envy ]
He doesn’t like to admit it aloud, but often he finds himself envious of others who simply throw themselves into adventure without a care it almost seems. He wishes he could be that brave.
Wyatt doesn’t really consider himself crazy when he goes off to fight a ten feet Rhydon or anything like that! After all, aren’t there more crazier things? Beside that, this is all a dream. What’s the worst that could happen, him dying and waking up?
[ repression ]
Perhaps subconsciously Wyatt represses memories that could be vital to figuring out why he is here. By denying the fact that this is actually real, or anything around him is.
[ romantic ]
Wyatt knows tons of romantic gestures! But he doesn’t play them out, not here. Beside, who would he play them out on?
Clover feels most secure when she’s snuggled up against her big sister Nanab! Because she knows the other will do anything to keep her safe and happy! She loves snuggling up and falling asleep to her sister’s scent!
[ unforgiving ]
Clover actually is pretty forgiving, yet. As she grows older though, perhaps one will find her a little less forgiving with certain things.
[ hidden ]
Clover absolutely loves being hidden away! She likes to dive into flowers, bushes, fur! Often she manages to squeeze into Axel’s mane and stay hidden there. Though not too long! His mane is w a r m!
Cutie? Was this form cute? Based on the reaction from the others it was unnerving to put mildly. Still the witch-looking mon was not being patronizing so it was at least better than the last few interactions.
“I’m fine but I’m actually on my way to the water slide.” Grohl used his tiny arms to point toward the slide, which he was close to now. “I appreciate your offer to help but I can find it okay. I just need to try and get up the stairs.”
The stairs were likely its own challenges, but at least he had an idea of how he could climb. “If you want to come with me up the slide feel free. If not, I’m cool with that to.”