The wind is finally with us!

I'm Falkner, leader of Violet Gym! Together, my magnificent Bird Pokémon and I fly above all challenges! But that's not important right now, so let me tell you all about my father... Live Messanger: [email protected]

[steeljasmine-blog-blog]

[Jasmine tries to conceal some of the shock that registers on her face by blinking a few times.] Wait … what? Do you mean to say you’ve never been in a relationship before?

Aha! B-but it’s true, I swear! She’s my best friend for a reason. I mean… hmm. Okay, she’s not quiet. But she isn’t as shallow a-as you think— s-she works so hard and… she always t-thinks of others and e-everything.

[tameroftheskies-blog]

[His expression is blank when Jasmine implies that he's completely clueless when it comes to women.]

...Well. Not a long, serious one. I've had a few ones that never took off, but I'm certainly not clueless about the whole thing. Give me credit at least.

And I know she works hard, I don't think I've ever implied otherwise. Or maybe I have in the heat of the moment. Anyway, my problems lies in the fact that she acts like a spoilt brat. Not a Gym Leader. She's in a serious position and should act seriously to reflect that! Compared to you she pales in comparison...

[tameroftheskies-blog]

A reluctant looking Noctowl tapped on his window. A pastel pink enveloped was tied around his leg. It waited patiently for Falkner. When the message was finally delivered, the Noctowl left rather quickly. Not wanting to stay for the Gym leader's reaction to his trainer's message.

Falkner stood silent for a few minutes, actually trying to wrap his head around what was going on. What was he meant to do with this letter? Was he meant to put it on the fridge?

...

Well at least he had a meal coming soon.

[tameroftheskies-blog]

I'M SORRY FALKIE

The snoring tells me you were actually quite content!

[tameroftheskies-blog]

Falkner and Jasmine have fun in the tsun.

[steeljasmine-blog-blog]

[She draws back, giving him kind of a weird look.] Oh god— sorry, u-um I didn’t mean that— in that way…?

Sorry…? Yeah…

[tameroftheskies-blog]

[He physically moves a few steps back from his friend, giving her a look more uncomfortable than weird.] I am...well aware you didn't mean it like that.

I mean, it's obvious. Did I not just mention we were friends?

Hmm? Yeah...

[steeljasmine-blog-blog]

[Looks down.] Y-yeah… of course. You too, though, I guess…?

Haha we are kind of different… but there’s more to her than you think! Honestly.

[tameroftheskies-blog]

[He runs his fingers through his hair to try to regain composure.] Hah, we'll have to see won't we? I'm capable.

And are you still spinning that tale? No matter how many times you say it, it won't work. I'd need to see it for myself.

[tameroftheskies-blog]

Falkner and Jasmine have fun in the tsun.

[steeljasmine-blog-blog]

…… Hey.

[/Scoots closer, hesitatingly resting her head on his shoulder.]

It’s okay. I-I’m here… And I promise I won’t leave you again.

[tameroftheskies-blog]

...Jasmine, what are you doin-!?

[He stiffens up, obviously and nervously aware that his personal space has just be-WHAT WAS SHE DOING?!]

Jasmine, please-! I mean, you're a good friend and...and we're friends!

[tameroftheskies-blog]

[steeljasmine-blog-blog]

…

[She gives him a super kawaii smile, though slightly flustered by his reaction!!! Wow, Falkner!!!] Aahh… You don’t have to worry about me, silly. N-nothing like that happened, it just… hm… didn’t work out. And… that’s okay.

Thanks for looking out for me, though. You’re the best, heehee.

… I am a quiet person, though…

[tameroftheskies-blog]

[Wow. What a kawaii smile, in fact, it was so kawaii that even someone like Falkner got a bit flustered. Jeez, Jasmine, stop that.]

I-I see. That's good. I'm glad it was a mutual thing. Because if it wasn't...well, if anything like that ever happens, you come and see me...alright?

And think nothing of it, I'm just helping a friend.

...You are, I suppose. Despite being Whitney's, erm, 'bestie'?

[tameroftheskies-blog]

steeljasmine replied to your post: 

… Are you okay…

...Of course I'm okay. I was just worried for a second there.

Don't act so...quiet, it's weird.

[tameroftheskies-blog]

Falkner and Jasmine have fun in the tsun.

[steeljasmine-blog-blog]

You seem rather s-sensitive about it though! [She shrugs at the comment about Morty, but says nothing.]

Oh… I-It’s just… that—

……..

Aha— I’m no good at expressing m-myself. I… I kind of have a tendency to be r-really… flighty, i-if that excuses anything… [/Exhales.] I just wanted to be by myself awhile.

… Do you ever get like that?

Sorry about… being r-rude, though. I should have called.

[tameroftheskies-blog]

You're imagining it.

Flighty? No. I've been told I'm the opposite actually. I suppose...in the end of it all I'm just stubborn. All that weight I'll try to carry even if it kills me.

It's fine, I'm just glad to see you're okay. I'm...how should I put this?

I'm tired of people I know leaving me behind.

[tameroftheskies-blog]

Riley? There's nothing wrong w-with him--! U-uh, erm, we… w-we actually w-were… da...tin..g… at the time...

YOU AND THAT MAN?! He didn't take advantage of you, did he? I mean, I see it all the time in the HQ, they try to act all suave and protective, but in the end they're all out for the same thing! And we're left to look after the woman crying at the end...

JASMINE. PLEASE TELL ME NOTHING HAPPENED!

[tameroftheskies-blog]

Now then, where to begin...

[kotone--blog]

[ Unfortunately, Kotone started to space out after the first five minutes. LUCKILY, Falkner was so engrossed with his story that he didn’t even noticed that she had knocked out. Her body was slumped over the table. Not to mention she managed to finish her tea before she fell asleep. Good job, Kotone. The brunette snored lightly. Unaware what was to come now that Falkner had finished speaking. ]

Zzzz…

[tameroftheskies-blog]

[He notices straight away of course. His eyes weren't just sharp in look. Falkner gets up, and simply walks to the bookcase, flicking through it and finding the heaviest book he can. He takes a few practice swings, and then promptly walks up to the slumbering girl and brings the book down on Kotone.]

My, my. You must be getting a lack of sleep, to snore at this time of the afternoon. Hmm?

[tameroftheskies-blog]

Now then, where to begin...

[kotone--blog]

Oh! Hey coooool! My mom was born in Olivine City, too! [ Listening with a huge grin on her face. Well, that was one way to catch her attention. ] MAYBE THEY WERE FRIENDS.

[tameroftheskies-blog]

Possible, but I doubt it. Because my dad was meant for greater things...he left on his journey when he was ten. But tragedy! He was forced to come home when his dad got sick...

[MANY. HOURS. PASS.]

And that's how...sniff...he saved that poor baby Ditto.

I never get tired of that story.

[tameroftheskies-blog]

Now then, where to begin...

We'll start at the beginning, dad was born in Olivine City...

[kotone--blog]

Wow, I got so bored while listening to your hobbies. I think I need to go lie down and take a nap or somethin’

And hey, I’m actually eighteen years old! I— I’m just a kid at heart, okay? Nothing is wrong with acting a little childish! I mean, SOMEONE HAS TO IN YOUR BEHALF. Old man.

… AND TEA IS JUST DRIED UP LEAVES BOILED IN WATER.

[tameroftheskies-blog]

Alright, I assume your mom has your cot all set up, hmm?

And I only act this was because I'm in a respectable position. No doubt if I wasted every day like you, well, I'd act a bit better even then I think. Hah.

It's delicious. You can make anything delicious sound foul if you just list their basic ingredients.

[kotone--blog]

But sitting and drinking tea is so booooooring. Don’t you do anything like… I dunno, FUN? And there is nothing wrong with my dungare— I MEAN OVERALLS. They’re much more trendier than your old man robes.

And I thought going on holiday meant going somewhere AWESOME, FUN, AND TOTALLY NOT BORING.

[tameroftheskies-blog]

You know, you act like you're five years old most of the time. How old are you again? I do fun things, but they're not fun by your standards. Reading, birdwatching, paragliding. And they are dungarees.

And no, especially when a holiday becomes a time away from a stressful, physically active job. It's a time where you sit back, relax and just watch the world move along.

And tea is good.

[kotone--blog]

Does that mean I am free to do anything at your place? Like paint your nails and play with your hair? Can we dress you up in normal clothes for once? I haven’t seen you in anything but those drabby robes, man.

If you’re gonna go on a holiday… YOU BETTER START FRESH, FINE, AND FIERCE.

[tameroftheskies-blog]

No. It means you may drink some bloody tea and sit quietly. And I do have normal clothes! I just prefer these! I have a proud identity with this garb. Something you don't get in...dungarees.

I am going on a quiet holiday so that I might come back RELAXED, REFRESHED, AND READY.