#vcrdant

[wahrhelt]

@vcrdant

Hey Virizion, I heard there's a metal imposter to be found in Paldea. You might want to check that out. Assert your dominance.

[aeroblcst]

@vcrdant

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The silver lady leaned over on her seat, nothing but a silken pillow amidst the grass underneath a blossoming tree. Currently in the process of brushing her shining fuchsia hair she smiled upon hearing her friends voice, her sparkling eyes lighting up with gentle joy when laying sight upon Virizion.

"Virizion, dear! How nice to see you are still such a radiant beauty even after all this time!" she exclaimed, reaching a perfect hand with silver nails out for her fellow legend.

"Such accusations from you? You bruise my ego, Virizion. I'd like to think I'm a little more smooth than that.

She pat the seat next to her, where another silver pillow appeared out of thin air. "Come, have a seat. I would love to chat with you and feel your presence close to me."

[swordofruln]

@vcrdant

DON'T LOOK!!!!

[swordofruln]

If I make pretentious declarations of justice that matter to no one but myself, does that make me an honorary sword of justice?

[theswordsofjustice-blog]

@vcrdant

{♞} Cobalion pinned a masked man to the ground as another officer handcuffed him. The man yelled and swore as he struggled underneath the Pokemon’s knee. Eventually the officer was able to cuff the perpetrator. Cobalion pressed the man to the ground harder. He held this pressure until the man gave in and cried out. He got off the man and lifted him to his legs. Cobalion dragged the man to a police cruiser and shoved him in. He slammed the door shut. He turned to the other officer.

“Make sure you put him in his own cell. I will be with you shortly, just to finish up here...”

The officer nodded then entered the car and drove off. Cobalion sighed and brushed himself off. At this time, he became aware of a set of eyes on him. He had begun to write in a small notebook he had produced from his coat pocket, but he also spoke to the person watching him. 

“Staring is considered rude. Instead of staring, I’d suggest you either speak up your mind or be on your way.”

[resxlute-blog]

--- "The....voice of the grass.....? Hey, Virizion, is that a thing? At all?"

[resxlute-blog]

--- "Hey, Virizion, are you able to make a boat out of leaves?"

[resxlute-blog]

--- "Oh, so basically normal training then." He gives a lopsided smile, his hands pressed on his hips. After a moment or two, he shakes his head. "I think I know well enough by now how much to water your flowers." His ukulele is slipped off his shoulders and he puts it and his boots in his room, before coming back out and grinning at Virizion.

--- "So, got any cookies? Or cake? I mean, I'm not picky. Unless they're oatmeal raisin. Then you'll pay. I mean, really." He tosses his hands in the air overdramtically. "They have the gall to look like chocolate chip, but then you take a bite and it's just---- deception!"