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@magnetpulled
Even through the haze of a few glasses of wine, his friend’s sudden turn for the worse concerns him - he’s never really seen her crying before.
“Hey, Cece, what’s up?” he asks, his voice softened a little, his eyes full of concern. “You okay there?” Wait - is he prying? He’s probably prying. Frick. “You don’t have to answer ‘f it’s a sore subject, I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”
magnetpulled replied to your post “they're not tits. they're nihilego venom sacs”
cece vc: thanks! i hate it
sometimes your tits are filled with a potent neurotoxin AND
THAT. IS. VALID.
" god i wish that were me "
“ I can understand the desire... She is quite lovely, isn’t she? “ Softly, he hummed in response as he sat so anxiously in his seat. Front row, a seat specifically saved for him every single time her show came around in Kalos. Although she is the champion of Alola, it is truly her form of art that showcases her prowess--- her beauty. How could one not be envious of her skills in magic when watching this perfectly orchestrated act unfold. The heavens themselves could weep and their lovely host would find a way to twist the elements to work with her, in her own magical way. “ I don’t believe anyone else could define magic, the way she is doing just now though. It’s unfathomable to imagine another person doing this, after all she seems so perfect up there, on that stage. “
A tiny package appears at the door. On its underside, in neat cursive writing, a small note reads “Happy birthday! I am sure you can find a use for these—I picked them up in Hoenn before I moved. -Cecillia.” Inside the box were two flashdrives, shaped like the Pokémon Plusle and Minun respectively.
When he next properly emerges from his trial’s room (no matter what the day may be to him personally, he still has to be prepared for challengers--especially because he gave no prior notice toward potentially being gone), the gift gets handed to him by a receptionist--who sports a rather puzzled expression.
Sophocles questions the poor man, raising an eyebrow at the mention of a ‘giant woman’, only for his expression to shift toward being something much more amused than anything else.
That would be Cecillia. He should really take a moment and explain her to the poor people who weren’t already aware of her.
He reassures the adult that yes he knows the gift giver and no they mean no harm before taking the package back and sitting down to unwrap it.
Some people might be annoyed with receiving variations on what was effectively the same thing on their birthday, but Sophocles was not one of them.
He’s thrilled, actually, and not solely because one of them was shaped to look like a Pokemon of his (though that certainly doesn’t hurt, of course!), and he’ll be sure to show them to the Minun when he gets the chance.
@magnetpulled has followed
“Excuse me! I think I have gotten a bit turned around. Can you point me to the closest pokemon center please?”
magnetpulled replied to your post “™š”
were they ever fixed
[ starter for @magnetpulled ]
Thankfully, these professional inter-regional conferences were a great excuse for Augustine to wax on about his discoveries with other like-minded individuals. Luckily, most everyone seemed quite eager to meet the famed Kalosian professor. By now the trainers he helped to prepare for their League journeys were becoming more and more impatient with his in-depth explanations of their Pokedexes and the evolutionary chains of their starting partners. Not so with these other scientists.
However, he himself was never one to pass up a learning opportunity. So when one of the scheduled speakers happened to be a known specialist of Pokemon with trans-dimensional origins (Something... beasts, he had heard?), he found himself more than eager to make her aquantince. He was further relieved upon discovering that she was also a Kalosian native.
Sliding up to the woman as she perused the snack table, he offered his hand to her with a winning smile.
“Bonsoir, ma dame. Cecelia Steele, I presume? I’m Augustine Sycamore.”
magnetpulled replied to your post: “It’s hot here in Alola. I think I’ll follow the...
👀
“You’re staring... do you need my help with something?”
