A Fool in Rose Gold

Everything is wild if you want it to be. Nothing's ever fun when it's easy. Wild Encounters

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{     –     ✦     –     }     ░     It’s been many years since he was last in Johto, but even here isn’t safe from his Meowstic’s boldness. Goldenrod isn’t busy as such  ( he’s seen far worse ) ,  but Quin is still uncomfortable here. If only it weren’t necessary to pass through here to reach Ecruteak… Oh well.

Of course, the feline is quick to escape his pokeball and dash away - never mind that they aren’t in Lumiose City, its favourite city to explore. Goldenrod is as good as anything else, it would seem.

“Columbine – !” Focused as he is on catching the Meowstic, Quin is too quick to run around the corner and promptly run into some poor stranger, stumbling back. “I just need to - Oh, come back here,” he says, his exasperation clear as the Meowstic rushes back to jump into his arms. Cheeky thing.

Only then does Quin pay full attention to the stranger, head tipping back to meet his eyes. “Apologies ; he’s… ah, quick,” he says, clearing his throat - and even as dark as it is, he fears the embarrassed flush darkening his cheeks is visible. “It wasn’t my intention to quite literally run into anyone -”

And of course, now he’s babbling. Wonderful.

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“Ah!” It hand’t been the most exciting day of his life, but Max felt a pleasantness in the air and had decided on a stroll to clear his mind. Of course, he’d go to the casino later on, after the sun had been down for some time, but for the time being, he was happy to simply wander.

Today’s special touch was his dragonair, draped around his shoulders like an elaborate scarf, tail hanging behind him, nearly mixing with Max’s hair. At being run into, he stopped, Fortune immediately retreating behind Max, though up to then the tall man had been speaking to the dragon openly, as though they were having a conversation.

“Now, Fortune, no need to be shy,” Max said, bowing his head to the stranger gently. “Such politesse, but you have no need to apologize. I might’ve watched where I was going better. My name is Max, and this is-” he was nearly cut off by Fortune jutting forward, still draped all over the man but now curiously slithering out into the air toward the stranger. “..Fortune,” he finished, with a pleasant chuckle. “He can be temperamental, but really he just wants affection.”

The gambler additionally punctuated this statement by giving the creature a gentle but purposeful stroke along as much of his body as was extending out.

“Please, Fortune, don’t be so invasive. You don’t even know his name yet.”

Fortune only flicked his tongue at the stranger in response.

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✺ - Something your muse finds pretty / ☮ - How much your muse worries about appearance

-// The short answer is everything in terms of something he finds pretty. Max is a firm believer in both traditional beauty and the very concept of beauty. That is to say, he likes jewels and art and fancy things, and finds beauty in the theatre, but it also means he sees most everything as possessing some strange beauty and allure. Though I suppose, as an interesting things, he especially likes geometric art.

-// Max is an appearance. Everything is calculated and pressed just so with an endless and unfortunate amount of purpose. No one has ever seen him sweat, and he’d rather not let anyone see if he can. This also includes simple aesthetics. He never leaves the house without being dressed for a party. 

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✎, ✉

✎ - Can your muse draw? How well?

-// Not particularly. Though he has a fine appreciation for all kinds of art, he himself possesses very literal natural talent in things like drawing or painting. He has don a few drawings, as he was made to study various things in the free time of his adolescence, but with drawing and such he’d rather buy the art of others than make it himself. Or at least he says that sort of thing.

✉ - How often does your muse text?

-// As often as someone else texts him. He isn’t always good about reaching out, at least to many people at a time, but he will often keep up with a new friend quite adamantly for a time. But in all honesty, it is better to reach out to him than to hope he’ll get to you, unless of course he’s coming to your town. 

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Paradis Perdu | Maximillian & Faba

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Max let out a mighty chuckle, not quite modest, nor particularly boastful, but certainly full and with a bravado of authenticity, an inheritance from his grandfather, he never laughed gracefully, but always with dignity.

And at that, Faba can’t help but to laugh as well, though it is rough and superficial, even in it’s natural state. Being always prepared for merriment was something he could appreciate, and often tried practicing as well but, well… often fell flat as far as attitude was concerned, and it for him, often ended in dress. But that seemed to be of no matter on this night, as Max here excelled in both, and it was quite contagious, Faba found.

“Oh please, Max! It is you that flatters me, and for things to be as lovely out as you say, there is surely something going on,” He takes a look at each side of the street, far more attentive now, with hands clasped comfortably behind his back, “Perhaps there’s a party at the Tide Song Hotel… or even some kind of show at Sushi High Roller…”

And how funny it was, how he mentions difficulty clearing his mind while on Alolan soil, as it hardly ever did Faba any favors, either. In fact, in some cases, he could argue that it made the task of focusing that much harder, although he tries. It’s that very notion that brings him to the mainland on this night, with no true plan to speak of, only the desire to wind down in any way that he could stumble upon first. The only thing of it was, he had anticipated doing so alone; and what a surprise to find the company of someone who wasn’t a complete bore. Pleasant, and much welcomed, but a surprise all the same.

“Nothing is off limits, really!”

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“A show?” Max pondered, quietly but aloud, indicating intrigue but not entirely commitment. “What sort of show might there be at Sushi High Roller? I entreat you, lead the way to whatever you desire. There is no shortage of appreciation in my heart for all manner of beauty and entertainment. And with such flattering company, I trust I would find satisfaction.”

On the other hand, a party, a chance to drink and schmooze and pick the brain of this fascinating fellow. Strangely alluring in his gruffness, charming in his seeming disinterest. Well, they’d better think of something.

“In any case I think I tire of the sky here,” he said, a solemnity gripping each word with care, pacing them out in a fluid melancholy. “If nothing else, let me buy you a drink somewhere. I find myself becoming used to your company and terribly desirous of more knowledge of you.”

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“Only a moment, my darlings! Keep my seat warm!” he called back as he exited the place. Once the door was shut behind him he exhaled, a deep but empty sigh, his fumbling whatever it was settling into something smooth as he lit a cigarette and puffed smoke from his lips.

He cracked the knuckles of one hand, each finger at its own time, taking another drag and breathing again, almost a musical exhale before he looked around to see who might be on the street with him. Light in his eyes and the fresh then dirty air meeting his lungs seemed to refresh him, as though stepping out of the casino caused him to shed his skin and reform his whole existence in a matter of moments.

While in this state, he took a pokeball from his pocket, releasing Lucky, his Porygon. Then the stately someone with a cigarette in one hand and the world seemingly off his shoulder crouched to the sidewalk, petting his friend, who answered him in little, tinny sounds. A delightful scene, his legs folded unnaturally to allow the interaction, but an ease and comfort in everything he did. 

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Headcanon Meme

❤ - What does your muse look forward to in their soulmate? ❥ - How often/easily does your muse get heartbroken? ❣ - What calms your muse down? ღ - Sexuality? ⌚ - Does your muse worry about time? ❅ - Favorite time of the year? ✿ - Does your muse like nature in general? ✞ - Does your muse have any kind of religion? ✍ - Can your muse write? How well? ✎ - Can your muse draw? How well? ☁ - What kind of weather does your muse consider the best? ツ - Can your muse speak any other language other than their main one? ∞ - Does your muse believe in the afterlife? ✺ - Something your muse finds pretty ✆ - What is your muse’s phone gallery filled with? ❦ - What is your muse’s favorite fruit? ❧ - What is your muse’s favorite kind of food? ‽ - Something your muse has problems understanding ☺ - Something that makes your muse happy ☹ - Something that makes your muse sad/upset ✉ - How often does your muse text? ⌨ - How often does your muse use the computer? ♫ - What is your muse’s taste in music? ♯ - Something that gets your muse angry ⋆ - Your muse’s future dream and why ☮ - How much your muse worries about appearance

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☂️

☂  : Does your muse like rain?

-// Much like with storms, it’s largely a mood thing, but oftentimes when it’s rain, but not a storm, Max likes to wander around the nearest city, as he enjoys shopping in random stores when there are fewer people around 

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⚡

⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?

-// Max doesn’t have any particular feelings about storms. They can be quite beautiful at times, and sometimes quite boring. For him it’s all about the quality of the storm. On the other hand, he often finds storms get in the way of plans. There just seems to be less to do, though it can be a good excuse to stay in. It can depend on the mood. 

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♿⚠

♿ : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?

-// Nothing particularly grand, though he’s taken a tumble or two down some rather long staircases. Miraculously, he typically walks away with only bruises, though he did once sprain his ankle as a result.

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

-// Max is good at diffusion and distance. Not one to resort to violence, but full of too much bravado, he’s definitely put himself into dangerous situations on behalf of others, though when it is only himself involved, he tends to avoid danger and conflict. On the other hand, tall and imposing as he can be, Max has talked his way through a few sticky things, and tends to appear calculated despite improvising most everything he does.

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Paradis Perdu | Maximillian & Faba

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A smile crept over Max’s lips, tugging them outward and parting them, teeth visible, but not overwhelming, as though perhaps his mouth remembered it was meant to be demure as it began to express itself.

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There’s a moment of hesitation that hangs in the air, if not to give Faba a chance to puff quietly to himself, and graces the young man’s hand only somewhat of a glance for the moment, with focus more on him en masse, a brow suspiciously arched, and lips beginning to curl downward.

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Max let out a mighty chuckle, not quite modest, nor particularly boastful, but certainly full and with a bravado of authenticity, an inheritance from his grandfather, he never laughed gracefully, but always with dignity.

“My good Sir Faba, you do me kindness with your compliments. I always dress in case there is some liveliness afoot, though as it happens here in Alola, I rarely plan for much of anything, lively or otherwise. They say a man can clear his head here, but it’s never done me good.”

Faba seemed a unique beast. One Max might shake his head thinking on later, but hope, with some small fondness, that on a return trip he might bump into him again, for his aesthetics and his near-grumbling demeanor. IT could endear anyone, he was sure, but put them off with as much ease.

“You are, of course, forgiven, but without need. I never like to leave a debt in any case. Tell me, is there something lively we might do? The sky is lovely, and the air is pleasant, but I find you much more interesting than the landscape and the time.”

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A Bone to Pick | Max & Roxanne

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Oh, Hoenn, with all its wonders and nonsense, the heat and the fresh air, the hot springs and forests and volcano that constantly rains ash down on that one town and everyone just kind of accepts it cause it’ totally normal and maybe they make flutes out of it?

Whatever.

Max had decided to just sort of wander, and had wound up in Rustboro, hearing the gym in town held a few fascinating specimen he wished to take a quick look at. And so, he confidently entered the space and looked around at the walls and fossils and intrigue of the design of the place.

“Excuse me,” he said to a young woman passing by, not realizing who it might be, “could you tell me more about this one?” he asked, gesturing to a particularly nice piece near the door.

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The Gym of Rustboro always seemed to operate against Roxanne’s schedule; when she was in town, it remained completely dead - at most, two or three challengers every other week. But when she happened to be off on an excavation or lecture… the line would be out the door, city teeming with beginners ready to prove themselves against the first of the Hoenn League.

The former scenario was appearing to be the case; a tumbleweed may as well roll across the unused Gym floor.

Having just completed morning duties of any Leader - filing papers, answering messages, dusting (quite the task when running a Rock-type Gym), Roxanne passed by an individual with electrifying blue hair in foyer of the building. My first challenger in twelve days, she thought.

“Excuse me,” he spoke. “Could you tell me more about this one?” 

It wasn’t often someone wandered in without immediately demanding to challenge the young woman. The Leader’s interest was piqued. “That one?” she gestured toward the pillaring sculpture that stood near the entrance, speckled with what appeared to be shells and debris. “That’s from a reef out beyond Cinnabar Island. An artist sculpted it from the limestone and shale that Kabuto fossils are commonly found in.” She pulled for a Pokeball, releasing her Kabutops in a quick flash of light. The scythed creature turned toward the piece, almost in a nostalgic manner.

“It makes him feel at home.”

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“Cinnabar?” he asked, half whispering it as if he couldn’t quite make just a mental note, but didn’t want to interrupt either. He’d have to go and see the place at some point if such fascinating beauty could come from there. Yet as the woman spoke further she released a pokemon. There was such beauty in how the creature looked at the work. Almost inspiring in its own right.

“Then I am glad he has it,” the man answered the woman. “Anything that can make a person feel at home is a good thing.”

He looked between the sculpture and the Kabutops with his own sort of nostalgia, or perhaps more of a wonderment, like a child gazing upon a bowl of candies or a writer seeing his play performed for the first time.

“Forgive a lover of art and beauty his staring. My name is Max. Might you be the Gym Leader of this city? Forgive my assumption, especially if I am false, but with such a wonderful pokemon and a knowledge of the statue, I must assume you are quite impressive.”

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Random headcanon meme!

⍤ : What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep? 

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

☕ : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?

⌚ : Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early?

♿ : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?

☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?

⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

☃  : What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one? 

☂  : Does your muse like rain?

☼ : Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?

🏨  : How well does your muse sleep?

❤ : What are your muse’s thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?

☘ : Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?

⚯ : Does your muse have good eyesight? If not, what is it like? Are they nearsighted or farsighted? Or both? Do they use glasses? Or do they prefer contacts?

👓 : If your muse wears glasses, what are their glasses frames like?

♨ : Does your muse have good table manners? How do they feel about bad table manners?

❀ : What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?

♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

📐 : Is your muse good at math? Do they like it, or do they hate it?

♞ : What is your muse’s favorite animal?

εїз : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?

📱 : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?

☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?

ツ : Does your muse prefer lots of friends, or just a few close ones?

✝ : Is your muse religious?

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Paradis Perdu | Maximillian & Faba

Though most considered the island nation a string of little paradises, the Raider himself hardly associated the place with peace. Beauty, perhaps, but with an appreciation for aesthetics deeply ingrained in his azure heart it never made much difference to him what he associated with anything. A cigarette behind his ear, not yet lit once and waiting for his hands to fidget into old habits, Max walked aimlessly around the island, the sun having set what felt like ages ago, but midnight not yet arrived.

Alola. A vacation destination, a rich land, a place where the Leagues of other nations had just barely sunk in roots in tradition, but to Max this place was a house of uncertainty. But he would confront this uncertainty in the morning. For the eventide, rather, he wandered, until being interrupted by someone else walking the path, seeming perhaps to be lost in thought. Or maybe he read into everything just a tish too much.

“Good evening,” he said, even-tempered and sincere. “It is pleasant, is it not, to walk at night? Forgive my intrusion, sir,” he said with a little bow, hand across his middle. “And have a wonderful roam.”

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As it is to be considered Akala’s “front door”, it’s only to be expected that Heahea City would be the prime location for luxury resorts and other, high end establishments. First impressions were everything, after all.

It never failed to welcome Faba back with the same brand of glamour and excitement each time that he returned to the mainland for a night of wining and dining, even at such a late hour.

Clearly, quite the impression had been made.

He’s far from the only one here, carousing the sidewalks with hands comfortably in pockets, street lamps and neon so plentiful that it was almost as if the sun had never even set over Akala’s largest tourist destination all of those hours ago.

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A smile crept over Max’s lips, tugging them outward and parting them, teeth visible, but not overwhelming, as though perhaps his mouth remembered it was meant to be demure as it began to express itself.

“I am sorry that your stroll is dull, as you put it,” he started, “But you’ll find me as dull as all the rest, I’m afraid. I have no destination, no heading, nothing but a desire to be beneath the sky, hm?”

His eyes glittered for a moment, catching some source of light as he shook his head, though he’d not fallen back into pace, and rather had remained facing the stranger.

“Forgive an unkempt wanderer,” he said, without much hesitation. “My name is Max, if it pleases you, and if it doesn’t you may call me what you will.”

He held his hand forward, a smile on his face, eyes pleasantly closed. A stranger, yes, but one that seemed to have some dignity, and one with a curiosity in his voice, one that intrigued the youthful gadabout. Why, anyone who walked at night must have been at least somewhat pleasant, no?

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▄

▄ = telling them a joke .

Max instinctively put his hand to his mouth, covering a smile, before shutting his eyes, hand moving to his chest, with a slight turn of his head and the tiny break of a chuckle before an exasperated exhale. A small reaction laughter wise, but a genuine one.

“Goodness, Roxanne,” he said, another chuckle coming up. “How you can take such brilliant analysis and turn it into humor I will never understand. Tell me another, won’t you?” 

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🔎 - Random detail about them

-// Max practices imitating the noises his Porygon makes. This provides Lucky (the porygon) with a great deal of entertainment 

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Put a rumor you heard about my muse in my ask and they'll confirm or deny it.

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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

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