#poissonier-siebold

[anelegantmyth]

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You honestly do not want to see my smile. Its unbecoming.

Why not? I’m sure it’s lovely.

[fossilfueledroark]

What are you doing in my room? (For Shauntel, bc its perfect for her)

Shauntal had a penchant for getting herself in some sort of trouble often. It was worse when she was younger and had more of a penchant for the occult and forces she shouldn’t be messing with. Nowadays, her meddling was focused only in her research for her next novel, which led her to Kalos this time around. Inspiration could come from many sources for her and she wasn’t opposed to exploring any long-forgotten places. In fact, that’s what excited her the most.

However, it would appear that this time she had bitten off a little more than she could chew. Poking around ancient graveyards didn’t concern her at the very least and in fact, she felt comfortable doing so. However, it would appear that she may have awoken something much more ancient and much less ghostly and completely out of her control. And this time it wasn’t entirely on purpose. Although it was very exciting and just the sort of drama she needed to find, it occurred to her that should whatever it was’s anger be directed at her, she may not have a chance. Her only option was to run. 

However, whatever it was, it was gaining on her fast. Even ducking into such a huge city didn’t seem to shake off the omnious feeling that she was being followed. Spotting an open window, she quickly jumped in without so much as a second thought. But her quick actions caused her to tumble forward, dropping her glasses in the process. And to add the cherry on top of this disaster sundae, she was caught.  By the very person was was planning on investigating next. (Or at least that’s what a nearby objects seem to tell her.) 

“Can I hide here?” She asked this without so much as a second thought or an explanation. Her blurred vision allowed her to ignore whatever facial expression he had on his face. It wasn’t like there was much of an option for her at this point anyways. 

[devcnheir-blog]

lapis shards /siebold and steven

poissonier-siebold

It had been a while since Steven had taken his Carbink on a stroll with him. Tucked away safely in a pokéball attached to his belt, Steven decided it was the best way to transport them. While he was not ashamed to carry large rocks, he didn’t want to risk tripping on the uneven paths of Mossdeep and hurting his Pokemon.

It didn’t take very long for him to reach the shore line linking to route 124. Given the location of his home, it only took a few minutes to walk through the backroads of the city before his shoes touched the sand. Glancing he looked around for the large rock that he preferred to sit on, checking it was clear of anyone before heading over towards it.

Taking a moment to perch on the rock, he released his Carbink, and brought a soft rag from his bag. Pulling the 12lb rock Pokemon into his arms, he began to polish the protruding blue shards. He took his time to rub them gently, polishing them as he went. Steven was certain that his Carbink enjoyed the motion, given by its contented noise making.

“It has been a while since I’ve last done this to you, hasn’t it? I’m sorry I’ve neglected you for so long.” He gently petting the creature between its bunny like ears, smiling softly. Steven carried on polishing the blue shards until they began to sparkle under the Hoenn sunshine. 

Seeing something in his peripheral vision, Steven turned his head to look at what had distracted him from such a cheerful task. 

“Hmm?”

[thusdoisoar-blog]

If it isn't my own Elite Four companion... Well-met, Wikstrom. I see you're in need of a place to stay. You could have just said so.

M-my good man, you wound me! What manner of knight dost thou take me for, imposing on my brothers in arms as such! What need have I of finery when the world provides shelter in abundance? The stars shall be my roof-- the grass, a bed finer than the softest Swanna down!

Erm... though now that you mention it... mayhap a fellow could chance a brief visit to watch his stories...~?

[gogogobarry]

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“What’s cooking, good-looking?!”

“Barry, I don’t want-” Siebold began tersely, only to be interrupted as the hyperactive blond literally sailed into the spotless kitchen, somehow managing to knock a skillet off the stove in the process. “What seasonings are you adding to this ‘Siebold’ dish today? Rosemarry me and fine?” Barry asked excitedly, poking the miffed chef in the side and almost causing him to drop the wooden spoon that he was holding. 

“Barry, for the last time...I said that I wanted an assistant who was passionate about food, not about me!” Siebold finally snapped, not taking his eyes off of his latest creation.

 “Well, why didn’t you say so?” Barry replied without hesitation, recovering his composure mightily quickly as he started trying to woo some fresh carrots on the counter. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen vegetables like you around these parts...”

[hillblack]

Two Different Kinds of Art  | Siebold & Hilbert

Restaurant Le Yeah was very different from the joints he was used to. From the clean and well-groomed patrons, to the polite and welcoming maitre d’ who brought him to an open table, the place was the paragon of Kalos’s class and beauty.

Black still preferred Kanto Fried Combusken.

Black sat down at a table, slowly sipping at some strange, vegetarian meal he had ordered. The least expensive meal on the menu, it was a sparkling, thin broth with potatoes and carrots. Berries were placed at the center of the bowl, accentuating the broth’s palette with a sweet taste.

Black didn’t care for it too much. In fact, he had slipped in several spoonfuls to the Pancham hidden in the confines of his jacket.

Black wasn’t here for the food, though. He was here for something more important than an expensive plate of Buneary food. He was here for someone important. Someone he wanted to meet before I left Kalos.

Siebold, a Duke of the Battle Chateau and member of the Kalos Elite Four. And while he was also a renowned chef, Black was more interested in having a battle.

Supposedly, he held a deep power that manifested in his Blastoise, cementing him further a a master of the Water type. This power he had needed to be explored. Black decided to that he just needed to see this kind of power and overcome it, if he wanted to become a better Pokemon Trainer. 

He even picked out a  team to counter Siebold’s: Pignite, Phantump, Chikorita, Greninja, Pancham, and Galvantula. Each one was selected for a strategy to use against him. (Except Pignite - he just never went anywhere without Tap.) As good as this man supposedly was, a truly well thought-out strategy would always conquer pure power.

Black called the maitre d’ over. When he approached, Black, Black told him to get the head chef.

“Do you expect me to keep my patronage here?” Black told him. “I know I can’t blame you for another’s mistakes. But I simply must speak to the chef - the Pecha is moldy and the carrots reek of artificial growth treatment. To think that I payed good money for this garbage is unacceptable.”

[fossilfueledroark]

poissonier-siebold replied to your post:dolomite

Siebold would love to give Roark some Rock Candy and yummy pancakes~! <3

“Listen I don’t want to give you any cause for alarm but... what if I told you I was in love with you?” Roark pls.