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Indie Pokemon Arlo RP blog 18+ & selective & mututals only

[yaluo]

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An indie Pokémon roleplay blog for Arlo of Rocket.

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Iconless & variable length RP | 18+ only | Selective | Linear verse.

Written by Jax | 34 & He/him & UK | Est. '21, remade '25.

[yaluo]

@livingshinycharm // Personal

Having glimpsed the 'shiny' Pokémon from afar, the Rocket had decided to take a closer look and had strode over with rather malicious intent on finding out more, his own 'mon, a rather large Magnezone, following close by. With a simple flick of the wrist, it had sparked its stoic body in close proximity to the opposition; a simple threat for the woman to do as told lest there be consequences.

"Don not play coy with me, girl. You cannot be so clueless. Now, tell me. Where did you find it?"

[viciousrocket]

The stare down could freeze a fire between the two. It's not that Vicious dislikes the man directly, but he doesn't like Arlo's work. It makes his skin crawl, and he cus feel that thing squirming under his skin at his discomfort. He rolled his eyes again at the others' words. He was grateful the metal on his face hid most of his face from the other. "My apology, I didn't realise that standing here wandering why you stopped me was causing friction," he replied, tone dry and unamused, or sincere for that matter.

He stared at the papers for a moment for shifting and taking them, half tempted to throw them on his desk and ignore them until someone got after him about whatever they were. "You know, I have this neat invention in my office called a desk, you can put things on it, and I will receive it," he stated with a sharp grin. "Besides, I was heading off for the day to check some things out. What's so important that I should drop what I'm doing to look at it?"

[yaluo]

What a tiresome situation this turned out to be. Arlo just wants to snatch the papers back, turn and leave, and never seen the other man again. Alas, he's stuck keeping some sort of civil relationship for them both, remaining as a sound source of information.

"If I'm having to find you face to face to deliver these files then you should've guessed they're important enough to not be left unattended. I'm highly aware that a certain and one of the most pitiful of grunts to ever exist is continuously sticking his nose in places he shouldn't be. No matter how much you like him, you can't trust him with anything valuable. He isn't the most beloved or trusted in the ranks."

There's a dangerous glare from Arlo as he speaks which only deepens for each passing second, the hint of amusement that had originally appeared at the start becoming more and more, especially as he mentions the infamous worst of the worst of grunts.

"You of all people should know about trust. Right, Vicious?"

[yaluo]

// Arlo's middle name is

*Instantly gets choked*

[arrogantsuggestion]

I deserve better than anything you can give me. And that's always been true, regardless of how recently I came to accept it.

[yaluo]

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It will rise through you, it will destroy you To strike hard from its burning core. . .

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[yaluo]

@viciousrocket // You

Stood idle and with his hands behind his back, Arlo is always wary when Vicious is in close proximity which, luckily, isn't very often at all, highly aware of the other's violent tendencies and choice habits of aggression. In fact, he would rather completely avoid the man. Not through fear, no, but because of their relationship as such. He's wholly aware that the other man (probably) hates him as there's always that feeling of pure animosity in the air when they meet.

It's not like it's his fault, either. Oh well. Vicious can stay 'salty', as they say.

"Oh, do quit creating friction between us." There's already irritation building within his core at the other man's attitude. If he was shorter and not of such a rank, he may have just begin yelling him down. " It is starting to grate."

Finally though, he reveals the reasoning of having approached as out from his back comes a thick pile of papers, bound tightly into a folder and, holding it out, he expects the other to take it in hand.

"You know full well why nobody else is delivering this to you. Your office is vacant and this is a thing of timely matter."

[nymphlungs]

brat

[el-loy]

well, what do we have here

[yaluo]

// FINALLY got some info on the About page.

[yaluo]

// Ok i'm done with the nice sketch. This was just to get a feel of doing art of him if anything. May line it when I get my pc back 'cause all my Sai settings aren't my usual ones while on this laptop and imagine if I knew which actual settings I used.......

He gets pierced ears for fun :)

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Do not think otherwise. I am your eternal rival, I hate you to the bitter end, even if I instinctively clung to your arm during the scary drop on the roller coaster,

[yaluo]

SEETHING AND FERAL i dont enjoy drawing his outfit apparently. I need to fix the body angle gughjghgghggfhj

[yaluo]

"Fuck the Unown. They are all craven bastards."

[yaluo]

Finally found an Arlo song.

[yaluo]

You were born within the grace of linear eminence

Not of pure royalty as it were, but something so close. A family with ties to the authority of the region, a lineage of favourable benefactors who soon were as almost as revered as their superiors. Nobles, they would call them. And throughout the generations, they were loved.

THE UNOWN would soon coexist with these descendants

Strange and twisted Pokémon, they were timid to the general populace and reacted to none but the presence of their protectors, to those that communicated with them. These nobles were of his family for so many, many years in the past. But soon came interest from outside sources, too many in fact, and the unique Pokémon were left alone in their realm, various puzzles constructed to keep them safe.

But what happened during the years of contact?

RED EYES

These psychic, almost ethereal Pokémon sensed trust and strength in their protectors, leaving their peculiar realm to communicate with these designated humans. After all, trust had been built. Yet, as not truly trusting creatures while the outsiders fiddled and attempted communication, the beings needed some way of giving their mortal defenders a way to recognize what was real and not once barriers of mystical illusions came into play.

RED EYES

A blessing, as it were, upon the family. The gift of seeing through their illusions when needs come to be, to see everything real where the Unown would play tricks on mere interlopers and knowledge-seekers. Outsiders were not ever welcome. These nobles, these protectors, gained the greatest gift these Pokémon could give. Truth in Red. And even as the humans left the Unown for their own protection, there was something passed from generation to generation.

Truth

So, then, why do you not see what is real, red eyes?

Or do you simply ignore it?

[soulren]

"I can fix him" "I can make him worse" fuck if I know what I'm doing to him but he's barking now