#pocketlyra

[muyiru]

A foe and a friend♪

Muyiru breathes an exhausted sigh and brings her chin to rest between her hands, elbows resting on the table in front of her.  After re-counting her earnings for the evening, she finally has a chance to slow down.  Her eyes slowly close behind a tousled, auburn fringe, unaware of the dried oyster sauce on her cheek, and lets out yet another deep breath. "It's over..." she whispers to herself, as she opens her eyes and begins to collect the pieces of paper scribbled with ink, "I thought it would never end."  She pushes herself back from the table, and stands before placing the shift's order receipts in her front apron pocket. Muyiru sees to the last patrons in the restaurant before turning in her portion of the earnings, as well as her apron to end the shift.  After a cheery yet, well-weary farewell to the remaining staff, she immediately finds herself walking the beaten path north on Route 32.   The road connecting the more southern Union Cave, the brimming restaraunt "Carpe le Magikarp" and Violet City isn't a fairly long stretch of terrain; additionally, its beaten path snakes along both the sea's shore to the east, as well as through more padded, shaded forest to the west.  Muyiru generally loves the sea, and spends at least a few days a week on the piers or bridges fishing for fresh stock for "Carpe le Magikarp"; however, on evenings like this, with her spirit drawn thin and muscles aching, she heads to a landing nestled between the two main paths.  This plateau overlooks the sea from the middle of Route 32, and at this time of evening, just after her shift, she can find the sun settling at her back behind the forest, and the shimmer of it's bountiful rays beaming against the backdrop of the endless, seemingly everlasting horizon.   

Muyiru ascends the hill from a path only nearly hidden from the forest's main trail and upon reaching the plateau, a friendly sight catches her attention.  The chestnut glow of thick fur shimmers in the sun's light, belonging to a sleeping body curled atop a stump in the middle of the landing.  The unusual Pokemon snores rather quietly, but audibly enough for Muyiru to hear--a slight giggle floats from behind her lips.  

King stirs quietly and picks his shielded head up from the stump, eyes alert and ears listening.  The platinum skull fitted around his head shines against the bright glare of the sun, the few receded cracks of the bone-helmet letting faint light flow freely. King sits upright, pivots at the hips, glances backward toward Muyiru, and immediately begins a feverish tail wag. Within seconds, the Cubone King meets a kneeling Muyiru and squeals in delight.  The pair nestle closer toward the edge of the plateau and sit in awe of the beautiful landscape, ecosystem and new home.   "I never thought Johto would be this beautiful..." Muyiru smiles, her yellow-tinted, slate eyes reflecting a more tame, hazel-turquoise glow behind the setting sun.  She closes her eyes for a moment, absorbing the faint breeze on her cheeks and the warm embrace of the sun at her back. "Bone!"  The composed, content Pokemon lay happily beside his master, enjoying the same freedom, yet lavishing in the extra leisure his new home had brought.

[silverlinedrival-archive]

Melting Ice

The Ice Path was always cold, but in the springtime even it had to give way to rising temperatures. As the ice melted, water dripped from hanging icicles and icy floors had small puddles of water.

None of this stopped Silver from entering the path. The young man was confident in his preparations to deal with the new hazards. He had done this plenty of times before in the past few years of him living in Blackthorn. 

His constant companion, Sneasel, was scampering about, investigating every new nook and cranny that the ice had left behind. Sometimes it would find valuable items like star dust or flakes of gold. Or if it was really lucky there would be chucks of the stuff exposed for it to dig out. All very valuable items his trainer could use to supplement their income, and it also meant tasty treats from the local bakery!

"Don't go too far, Sneasel!" Silver called out, and the pokemon responded with its own call to let his trainer know he had heard him.

Silver reached for another pokeball on his belt and called out the monster within it. At first, nothing seemed to appear, but then Silver's own shadow widened and two red eyes with a wide grinning mouth appeared on it. The eyes closed and the mouth yawned lazily before a figure drew out from the shadow, a Gengar. A drop of water fell onto the now materialized ghost pokemon and it pawed at the place it had hit with a bit of irritation. Gengar was always a little grumpy when first woken up.

"It's time to find valuables, Gengar. If we hit it big this year it might just be enough for us to finally go on that trip." Said Silver, speaking to the ghost in order to get it out of its drowsy state. But it didn't seem to work, as the pokemon looked like it was about to slip back into its trainer's shadow to hitch a ride.

"If you find something good, I'll get you a new toy from that magic shop you like so much." He added.

Gengar perked up at hearing that, and looked up at his trainer with wide eyes that asked "Really?" To which Silver nodded. Within moments, the ghost was phasing through patches of thinner ice to scout for hidden treasure. A little bribing went a long way.

While his pokemon searched, Silver went over his supplies once again. Hand shovel, pick axe, pan, and brush were his tools for this excavation. Not many cared to venture to the Ice Path unless they had to, and those that did stayed on the trail. Which left Silver with a relatively untouched territory, though he had seen evidence that experienced hiker's had the same idea as he did. Still, today was a good day; quiet with just him and his pokemon.

[amethystseer-blog]

Autumn Picnic~ Morty and Lyra

Morty settled down on Bellchime trail. There was going to be a festival later in the week, but he needed some time to relax with his Pokemon. He had brought along a blanket and some snacks, and set to preparing the picnic. His mom had promised a surprise, and he had managed to keep his curiosity from taking hold until now.

"Let's see..." Morty opened the small basket and took out its contents. "A thermos of tea, some lemonades..." He had packed those, no surprises there. "Lava cookies!" 

"Yum."

Jen ate one of the cookies as well, then looked through the box herself. Some different kinds of sweets, some chips, and... macaroni and cheese.

"Yesssss!"

It was a lot of food, and since most of his Pokemon didn't eat much, there was more than he could eat. Talk about overcompensating.

Maybe he could leave some for the wild Pokemon nearby, or leave some for the Rattatta in the Bell Tower. 

It was a nice, cool day, with the leaves forming a soft but crunchy insulation on the ground. A soft wind blew through, ruffling his hair. This, however, had the consequence of making one of the now-empty plastic bags (Jen had finished off the cookies) flutter down the walkway. He turned quickly to grab it and landed flat on the ground. "Got it!" Jen clapped sarcastically, grinning. However, he then heard a rather familiar laugh from a short distance away.

And then another leaf fell on his head.