“Hey, heyyy!! Mister, over here!” Charon doesn’t know if this person was just hard of hearing or just purposely ignoring her, but she really couldn’t let them walk around looking like that. As fast she was running though, it felt like they were only getting farther and farther away.
“Stop right there!”
By some miracle she managed to catch up with them and caught them with a tight grip on their shoulder.
“I was seriously considering just letting you go three minutes ago, but thought you should at least know you’ve been walking around with this on your back.”
She then reveals what seems to be a ripped notebook paper that was attached to his back, with what appears to be a crudely drawn doodle of him as some sort of demon.
“I like a good joke now and again, but this is beyond mean.”
Standing atop the Lookout makes Cheren feel like a king.
From Aspertia’s most iconic feature, he can survey the preceding route and beyond.
Looking to the north, Cheren can see nothing but the dense cover of a forest; pinewood – evergreen, sharp musk carried through the wind every so often. And beyond that, the jaded outline of a mountain range, granite peaks crowned in a headdress of snow. But both are dwarfed by the expanse of afternoon sky, lined with fleecy clouds and as vast as any eye could wander.
Compared to these sublime features, Cheren is but a mere speck. But perhaps it’s the ability to view them that makes him feel so powerful – not every day does he allow himself to enjoy them.
“Are you ready to go home, Mary?”
The Stoutland’s paw twitches. The rhythm of her breathing, however, does not change – the slow rise and fall of her chest suggests that she is still deep in sleep, as she was the last time Cheren checked (forty minutes ago). But he can wait no longer, and he kneels to nudge her.
“Mary.” His voice is a whisper.
Nothing.
“Mary,” He speaks normally.
Mary erupts into an exaggerated snore. The tinest of smiles flits across Cheren’s features and he rises.
“Alright. We can stay a little longer.” Cheren’s smile grows wider. “But I planned to make burgers for lunch today, and you know how I always make one too many. I guess there won’t be any scraps for someone to eat today. Oh well. You like your standard dog food more, right?”
Mary’s eyes pop open. She scrambles onto all fours, and barks.
“That’s what I thought,” he laughed. “Come on, let’s go home.”
He makes his way towards the stairs; his Stoutland bounds ahead, fueled by the mere thought of food. But Mary is easily excitable – as Cheren’s always known her to be – and her attention is caught by a slender, pale man in formal attire leaning across the lookout observatory railing. Without warning, she skitters in his direction and in the nick of time, Cheren belts out a command.
Galactic: Are you adaptable to situations or do you change them to fit your wants/needs?
“It’s better to forge our own paths and carve out favorable situations on our own. Yes, there are times in which we must learn to adapt to a situation, but, for the most part, I will hold my ground, just as any dragon master should.”
Go-Rock Squad: Do you need others to back you up, or do you feel you are best suited to solo work?
“As a member of the clan, we are never alone. Our dragons are our partners. In terms of pokemon trainer and pokemon teams, it’s still tradition to travel on our own. During this time, we learn to be self-sufficient.” Although this was all conjecture. She’s never been on a pokemon journey (the kind in which she was able to garner all eight badges) on her own. In short, yes, she believed she was far better suited for solo work.
[ Saturn. ]: Do not misunderstand me as I will say this. I am not vexed with you.
[ Saturn. ]: It is this... former leader of yours. The one who attempted to conquer the cosmos for his own selfish need. His name escapes me.
[ Saturn. ]: Cyrus. Such was his name.
[ Saturn. ]: It... baffles me. It absolutely baffles me that he was selfish enough to believe that such things were his for the taking.
[ Saturn. ]: He cannot. Possibly. Understand. The vast reaches of the cosmos. He cannot possibly understand its power. And he was and is a fool for believing he had such abilities to conquer it as his own.
[ Saturn. ]: We as Megalopolans have long since held trade among several planets — across galaxies — and still yet even we have never claimed that the universe was ours for the taking.
[ Saturn. ]: We have encountered several species far more advanced than even our own kind.
[ Saturn. ]: Humans, thus far, have made little such progress in the way of space travel. How could he possibly believe he was advanced enough. How could he possibly.
[ Saturn. ]: I would not like to meet this “Cyrus” face-to-face. I am unsure of how I would converse with him.
[ Saturn. ]: His selfishness disgusts me. It absolutely disgusts me.
[ I’ll be putting all the symbols in this one answer! Thank you very much for them! ]
✖ : Describe a way to make them uneasy or apprehensive.
To be honest, Lance is already a pretty paranoid person. Anyone new would get extra scrutiny with anything. If they showcase odd actions or behavior, then he’d be on edge or apprehensive until proven otherwise.
❥ : Describe a verbal way they would express complete trust.
It’s the way Kukui uses someone’s actual name. He often call new people with cousin. If he starts using your nickname or real name – such as him calling Guzma as Diego when he feels super comfortable – then chances are, he’s showcasing his care, affection and trust on you.
♡ : Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back.
For Flint, it’s a specific combination of the sea and cologne. Sometimes, he’s reminded of the days where he went to the beach with his parents and Buck. His dad likes to wear cologne when he goes out so he associates the particular brand of cologne with him. Another memory that can randomly be triggered would be hanging out with his best friend. Maybe it’s cologne, maybe it’s something else. He just knows that it makes him smile at the memory.
☤ : Is there anything about their health they are continuously on edge about? Something they disregard?
Harley knows that smoking isn’t good for the lungs, that he’d probably wind up with future health problems and what not. More often than not, he discards the concerns, sometimes lighting a new cigarette just to be petty. If he ends up getting some sort of illness from smoking, so be it. Whatever happen, happens.
☆ : Would they ever wish upon a falling star? If so, what would they wish?
While Harley doesn’t necessarily believe in wishes granted from falling stars, he would send one up, just because there’d be no one who’d know he did such a thing. It rangers from something silly to serious, depending on his mood and mental state at the time. Though, if there is one wish that he claims he doesn't look back but still do from time to time is his wish of being a decent teacher to the kids, as in give them the guidance that he didn’t get growing up.
Milky Way: Who’s your oldest friend? & Hydra: Favourite sound?
Answered!
Quasar: If you could spend the rest of your life with only one person, who would it be?
“I —” Wes hesitated for a moment, his expression quieting at the question. “I actually don’t know. I don’t know. At this point, I’m inclined to say... nobody. I don’t know anybody well enough.”
