#rankingtwentysix

[iruludavare]

{ ooc. Surprise post [CLOSED]

@kalosinflames , @spikemuthtoothfairy , @rustimko , @mxstball , @heartsevolved , @rankingtwentysix , @rustedcrow , @prozagonist , @cmdydirector , @doublefallen , @gogogobarry , @picavecalyx

Individual sets under the cut

[darkbets]

It was a sentiment Kendria’s Sharpedo shared with Grimsley’s, deriving such a thrill from racing that it was almost redolent of the egregiously late nights he had once spent touring the most extravagant casinos in all of Unova. He feels her restlessness like a beacon, recognizing a kindred spirit within such a brazen provocation. It’s enough to cause his simpering mouth to quirk into a far more earnest grin, laughter settling at the corners of his eyes.

❝ Hm... I like your attitude.❞ Grimsley doesn’t offer her a direct answer but rather a bemused huff of a response, casting his gaze back toward the softly undulating tide. It wouldn’t be long until they were at their peak, the beckoning whisper of peril lurking just beyond the horizon. ❝ It’s been a long time since someone has challenged us so brazenly.❞ Now she had both the elite’s attention and his pokemon’s, or so it seemed. ❝  You’re looking for a race, if i’m not mistaken that is.❞  @rankingtwentysix continued from !

[controlledhues]

i ummm ii i got weak and had to draw the gals (and ouutis)

@rankingtwentysix, @darkestaken, @lxngfxrgxtten, @frostfear and @nullist

[aelirus]

🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨

This will give us the ability to erect 5 more Galactic buildings throughout sinnoh

[diabotsis]

-- and ghetsis wouldn't eat ramen unless he had three different people holding his hair back

(or just in general. he thinks its undignified. he only eats things he can have in one or two bites, and if he cant then he cuts it)

[kalosinflames]

[glucovoile]

( *♡ @rankingtwentysix )

ㅤ i'm going to hoenn to study with their space program, a friend from mistralton told her, i'll be there about a week. within an hour, marsha was looking at swimsuits, booking an appointment to get her hair done, teaching herself hello & please in hoennian. a little pitstop in kalos was no biggie sans a longer commute for her friend, which marsha pays for in full with a big thank you dinner at restaurant le wow.

ㅤ flying in her friend's plane was the most exciting part; private & without hassle of airport security, discussing each button, switch, light, & radar. a pit stop in slateport city allows a chance to explain its destination: i'm gonna be swamped all week with training; you'll have more fun on the main island. they squeeze a quick hug goodbye in the cockpit before they unload, squinting against take off's wind.

ㅤ she was right: marsha would have more fun here than a little island on the other side of the region, but her brows still furrow as her plane grows smaller & quieter. stashing luggage in the same room was no longer an option⸻ so she asks aromatisse to hold it, returns them both inside her pokéball ( a little travel hack she learned throughout the years; more people really oughta try it ). it's overcast, more clouds floating in from the east, none dark enough to threaten immediate rain but enough to not shed her coat & head toward the beach. she heads south anyway, her route close to the water... as if the plane might swing back around, her friend decides she does want to hang out with marsha instead of learning about some dumb rocket, & her eyes open up to all the buildings around her.

ㅤ the harbor is stocked with ships of all sizes, a few talking to one another in a boat wobbling in place, some smoking off the sides or on the deck. it smells. everything smells, but this smells like something she's never experienced in mistralton or lumiose. it's fresh, salty, pungent... pokémon filleted & sold along the markets she was too lost to see.

ㅤ a slight breeze interrupts her thought⸻ the aftermath of someone passing by. her head follows the back of their head. their hair & shoulders suggest they might be around her age, their gait says they know where they're going. her feet turn to start toward them, then, "excuse me?" her breath hitches, she tries another language, "excuse me?" & finally, the un— confident hello she practiced. she waits to see when they respond for hint of how, linguistically, to proceed.

ㅤ "do you work here?" a hand gestures toward the fish markets, the boats, the water. her tongue switches some words in franglish, hoping something sounds familiar as she closes the distance between them... & remembers to smile. "could you... what do you like to do in this city?"

[spikemuthtoothfairy]

@essentian @rankingtwentysix