#lightrecon

[waveguidances]

into the blizzard.

starter for @lightrecon !!

The road to Snowpoint was a path from which endless snow fell from the heavens, chilled by ice and an impossible forest that made travel both time consuming and disorienting. To aid their travelers, Sinnohian governments had laid lights along the route path – industrial beacons whose shimmer could be seen even in the worst of snowstorms. Riley had found himself thankful for the lights –

Until they stopped working. (Perhaps their generators had frozen over?)

He clutches the folds of his scarf, rearing them over his lips. For a moment, he stands within the swath of snow before closing his eyes. When he reopens them, his world is alight with flecks of color – pinks, purples, myriads of saturated vibrancies. These colors exist on the fringes of his vision, much too far beyond the wind and snow to comprehend. The more he concentrates, the more these colors flicker and mute. Riley gives a defeated hiss when the last color snaps from his sight, fading into the dull background of gray and white.

There were many ways to impact his mystical sight, and wind was one of them.

But to his surprise, one last color reappears before him. The color is strange, to say the least – it is not a vibrant, impacted aura, but a muted glow. It doesn’t feel like a human… but it’s distinctly not Pokemon. And yet here it is, yards away, flickering off a figure distinctly humanoid. Coming towards him, gaining in intensity. The first thing that comes to mind is an unsaturated aurora bourealis, shifting in colors that Riley can’t totally comprehend right now – and on instinct, he calls out:

❝ Hello? Is someone there? ❞

... This aura, thankfully, didn’t feel like a threat. No hostile intentions to be found. But he stands still, his fingers balled up into fists... on the off chance that it may become so.

[n836-blog]

stranger than earth ;

          plotted with @lightrecon​ !!

          Looker has done a lot of things in his lifetime.           Traveling through Ultra Space, however, was not one of them.

          However, here he was.           He stands in front of the proud celestial behemoth that Dulse calls ‘friend,’ staring at his powerful forelegs, into his eyes that are so blue that they almost seem to glow. While Looker has had many encounters with Legendries alike, it felt so surreal to come face to face with one so docile. He was no stranger to Solgaleo, nor was Solgaleo a stranger to Looker. And yet, every instance that Looker happened upon Solgaleo, he had always felt blasphemous for treating him with such a casual air.

          Looker raises a hand to meet Solgaleo’s nose. His fingers tremble; he feels the sheer energy radiating from the lion’s body.

                   ❝  Aha. So – we are truly doing this, Dulse? ❞ Looker speaks aloud, not facing the individual behind him. ❝  And we are certain that it is safe…? ❞

          Of course it’s safe – the scientists employed at Interpol had run many hypothetical tests. Using every amount of technology available to them, and in collaboration with the members of the Ultra Recon Squad, they were finally doing this. Looker and several of his colleagues had pushed for the exploration of Ultra Space. The process, as Looker understood it, would take decades – perhaps even centuries. There was a great chance that the project itself would not be completed within his own lifetime. But Looker was fine with that.

          In any case, Looker felt that it would beneficial to do a little exploration regardless. Knowledge for knowledge’s sake – but perhaps that could also use that knowledge in the off case that something like the Ultra Beast breakout happened once more.

          Nothing was impossible, after all.

                   ❝ No. You do not have to answer me. ❞ Looker says before his friend can interject. ❝ I am aware of the risks, and I have agreed to let whatever happens, happens! C’est le vie, yes? Then let us not dwaddle any longer. Let us go! ❞

[haulasadas-blog]

hala!

send me a word/topic and i’ll write a headcanon about my muse that relates to it!

Most of the clothes Hau owns are pretty much only things he just got out of Hala’s closet when he needed clothes. Someone give this boy a make-over, please?

If he realizes some of the clothing was actually his dad’s clothes he’ll probably donate them at the speed of light-

@lightrecon

[seekingtrainers-tv]

He had heard about the properties of such a Pokemon for... some time now. Maybe it would be best for him. Maybe it would finally be able to help him sleep soundly at night again. "Ah yes, hello... and thank you for the opportunity. I have heard tell that you have a... Munna for me?"

Well thankfully, this one wasn’t a hard one to scrape up at all! Just one quick trip over to the Dreamyard had Gabby & Ty scouring the abandoned area for any pink Pokemon they could find. Except, well, they were exactly not looking for a pink Pokemon whatsoever.

Frankly, Gabby wasn’t sure... what kind of color this Pokemon would be.

But she eventually did find one, yes she did! It was a curious yellow fellow who didn’t seem to mind one way or another when she came by. Thankfully for her — it seemed like just the kind of demeanor a guy like Dulse would need! 

It was interesting meeting the man. He seemed... genuinely... human? Though she knew in her heart that he wasn’t. Well, at least she tried. 

“Hey, thanks for the wait, Dulse! I think you’ll like this girl just fine.”

“One dreamcatcher for one big dreamer!”

[coolteachxr]

☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing? ((however many muses this can apply to fjaslkfjalskdj ))

For Lance, it’s just another regular night for him. If he can’t sleep, might as well continue his work. He’d be sitting at his desk, slowly going through paperwork until the crack of dawn, then he’d grab himself a few cups of coffee to let him survive the day. 

For Harley, he’d either listen to music, grade some papers or watch some reruns on television with a cup of ramen in hand. Rarely he’d go out on a night walk, mostly because he doesn’t want to get mugged.

For Kukui, sleepless nights simply means more stuff to work on. Either he works on reports, do calculations or just read through documents, he’d keep himself preoccupied. If not, then the thoughts would just get louder and he wants to drown that out.

For Flint, he’d definitely catch up on some movies or TV shows, slowly eating ice-cream or some other junk food that he’d find. If that’s not what he’s into at the moment, he’d go out on a run around the Plateau premises.

[bxdgame-blog]

@lightrecon​

“Whoopsie! Didn’t see you there, you okay?” Charon lightly patted the stranger’s arm after she carelessly almost ran into him. Since flying was entirely out of the question now, biking was now her main mode of transportation and dear Arceus is she bad at it. Maybe she should’ve stayed in Unova for a little longer to practice with training wheels before traveling to some other region. Her apologetic smile quickly turned into a shocked gasp when she saw the giant rip on the sleeve of his coat.

“That isn’t expensive, right?” She fumbled with her bag a bit before pulling out a gaudy, Liepard print scarf and tying it around where the rip was. It must’ve caught on to her bike handles when she narrowly dodged him earlier. She’s been in Alola for barely three seconds and already she got stuck at the airport for some inane reason, got attacked by angry Toucannons, and now she almost ran someone over with her bike. “There, better! And it goes great with your outfit!” Anyone with eyes would be able to see that scarf belonged in the trash rather than on an actual human being, but Charon really loved the ugly thing and sincerely BELIEVED that it was the most beautiful accessory in the world and that this random stranger would LOVE to have this “incredible” scarf to be part of his closet now.

[mortalshore]

|| just east of eden ;

@lightrecon

The ones who came from another world …

                      … and the ones with the power to move between those worlds.

            Tales of otherworldly travelers had been passed down for thousands of years among Zinnia’s people. Perhaps the most prominent among them all had been the Lorekeeper – a hero’s spirit reborn into the Draconid, who possessed abilities beyond belief and reality. When she had been old enough to read and comprehend such legends, Zinnia’s imagination ran wild with the thought of the Lorekeeper.

                         She had so badly wanted the legend to be real.                          She had so badly wanted the legend to be her.

                       Of course, things hadn’t turned out like she wanted.

            And since Aster’s departure – Zinnia had given little thought to the legend of the Lorekeeper itself. It had hurt. It had just hurt too much.

            Hearing of the “visitors” in Alola ignites something from within Zinnia. The spark that flutters in her heart blooms into a flame as she reads further, watching video after video, interview after interview that confirms the legends she heard as a child are true. There were people who had come seeking aid from a world cast in ruin. That world, as she had understood it, was far different from her own. And to further pique her interest, that world had been one of many – and these people had access to those worlds.

                 There were some just like theirs, Zinnia had figured.                  There could be some just like her own.                  And that’s what Zinnia decides to bank on.

            With her mind made up in that single morning, Zinnia had gathered her Pokémon, and of course, darling Aster. With nothing but a trusty map and a vague idea of where these interdimensional travelers could be, Zinnia had set off for Alola on the back of her trusty Salamace. For the duration of the trip, despite its length, felt short to Zinnia – but she could be patient.

            When Melemele finally swims into view, Zinnia’s pulse quickens. She searches the immediate island, her luck proving true when she happens upon one of them wading through the thick, waist high grass. ( Although it was more like thigh high for this one. ) Zinnia descends on her Salamance, and with all of her might, she calls out –

                        “ Alola, stranger! ” Even upon Salamance’s back, Zinnia greets him with the traditional Alola wave. “ Mind if we have a chat for a bit? ”

[hau-lasada]

💖 on any of my boys!

Green ~ “Super funny guy equally fun to battle- even though he was so, SO very strong how is he so strong. I can’t say much about him, since I’ve only seen him once in Alola…or his silent friend but they definitely left a huge impression on me. Ya can say they inspired me to grow stronger, surpass Hala and start traveling the world like them! I wonder how he’s doing now?”

Dulse ~ “Ehh? The robot man? He’s eccentric alright- in a good way!  Though, I’m pretty sure he’s not…human? I offered him a malasada at one point and he kinda, stared at it. Weird.” Hau does the Dulse-boxy-Alola-Greeting. “And this way of greeting. Innovative, indeed haha!”