A strange creature. One Leon had never seen before, not in book nor even passing conversation. An odd, albeit elegant monstrosity; it looked much like a suicune, except … different? It spoke with the vividness of a dracozolt or dracovish—something that shouldn’t exist but did. His thoughts bounced around like ball flung amidst a confined space, bashing around the sides, each collision blooming thoughts and theories aplenty. One of his first hasty conclusions was, perhaps, it was something artificially created, agonisingly sown together by a machine, but …

… What stood in the near distance did not struggle with its form. Indeed, everything, from colour to stance and bodily movement, seemed fluid. Like it belonged.

He didn’t mean to blurt out that loudly but blurt out he did.

Sarcasm dripped like poison-tipped honey from the man’s—tongue? Mouth? Helmet? Whatever. Leon knew it meant to sear him, to deter him from how sharply that man concealed the absurdity within their pokéball.

Strange, but intrigue blossomed quickly.

Wait.

Now he was realizing. He knew that man. He'd never met him in the flesh until now, of course, but any trainer worth their salt would instantly recognize him. Why, this would be nothing but a face he got tired to see on the cover of every publication that covered foreign Pokémon Leagues years ago!

Interesting. Perhaps this meeting too had been in the card, just like his encounter with the occupant of the Lure Ball he was now putting back on his belt.

"You tread on foreign shores, Leon. Is it so surprising that you would see a Pokémon you've never encountered before? Though I imagine I can hardly blame your curiosity."

Despite saying that, though, he had to recognize that feigning ignorance and simply passing the opportunity to stay in the ex-champion's presence for a bit longer would simply be a waste, especially when it presented him with one golden opportunity. Ignacio crossed his arms over his chest, inferring the other would recognize the intensity of his glare through the opaque visor.

————   SEASON   1   EPISODE   2.   AKA   CRUSH SYNDROME.

❛  you seem pretty tense.  ❜

❛  if i knew, i would have stopped her.  ❜

❛  it’s part of the crime scene.  ❜

❛  this is bad for business.  ❜

❛  i don’t need the police up in my shit.  ❜

❛  just let me explain.  ❜

❛  that’s the answer to a different question.  ❜

❛  i don’t do drama.  ❜

❛  get out of here… and stay the hell away from me.  ❜

❛  it’s better, being alone. it’s safer.  ❜

❛  he said i was never as good as you.  ❜

❛  he said you left him there to die.  ❜

❛  he wants to make me suffer.  ❜

❛  i’m the only one who knows you’re innocent.  ❜

❛  massages make me tense.  ❜

❛  god damn it! this is not a joke!  ❜

❛  i’ll owe you a favour.  ❜

❛  talk to your wife… she knows.  ❜

❛  i texted you six times!  ❜

❛  i’m scared for you.  ❜

❛  don’t… have feelings, okay?  ❜

❛  i give you whatever you need and you can’t even give me a minute?  ❜

❛  what happened to your door?  ❜

❛  you’re not trying to be insulting, but you’re succeeding.  ❜

❛  i’ll die before i let that happen.  ❜

❛  you should move in with me.  ❜

❛  you think i’ll be safe there?  ❜

❛  i’m not safe anywhere.  ❜

❛  i’m life threatening. steer clear of me.  ❜

❛  i can’t risk you.  ❜

❛  so we skip the drinking part, go straight upstairs.  ❜

❛  we never talk enough for me to lie to you. too busy taking off our clothes.  ❜

❛  i’m just a booty call for you.  ❜

❛  your business is my business when i have to listen to it.  ❜

❛  people don’t like you.  ❜

❛  people distract me.  ❜

❛  i don’t give a bag of dicks what kinky shit you’re into. just be into it quietly.  ❜

❛  self respect. get some.  ❜

❛  get inside, you’re naked!  ❜

❛  come back here!  ❜

❛  hey uh… if i get hit by a bus, where’s the closest hospital?  ❜

❛  rude girl is lonely girl!  ❜

❛  what the hell were you thinking?  ❜

❛  christ, do you have to control everything?!  ❜

❛  don’t call, don’t visit, and don’t send strange men to my apartment with power tools.  ❜

❛  low blow, ___… even for you.  ❜

❛  maybe god sent you. maybe he didn’t.  ❜

❛  god didn’t do this, the devil did. and i’m going to find him.  ❜

❛  you’re all alone, so you have to pick away at other people’s happiness.  ❜

❛  you’re a very… perceptive asshole.  ❜

❛  you jealous? some kind of stalker?  ❜

❛  look, i’m sorry you screwed up your marriage.  ❜

❛  you ruined my life!  ❜

❛  what the hell was that?!  ❜

❛  you obviously think i’m going to do something to you. i’m not.  ❜

❛  he had pictures of you. he was obsessed.  ❜

❛  he’ll have to maim someone else in a couple years.  ❜

❛  what exactly do you have left to lose?  ❜

❛  there are others? besides you?  ❜

❛  i don’t need your protection anymore.  ❜

❛  you’re cutting me out so you don’t have to worry about me.  ❜

❛  yoga is not exercising, it’s stretching.  ❜

❛  let’s do it again, i didn’t get that right.  ❜

❛  children should be seen and not heard.  ❜

❛  go in the closet, it’ll be fine.  ❜

❛  my greatest weakness? occasionally i give a damn.  ❜

❛  i saw you.  ❜

❛  that’s what happens when you break into someone’s apartment while they’re getting dressed.  ❜

❛  you tossed a man twice your size across the bar with one hand.  ❜

❛  adrenaline kicked in.  ❜

❛  i saw you, and you saw me.  ❜

❛  i don’t know what i saw.  ❜

❛  you know. you’ve known for a while.  ❜

❛  i just went there to fix things.  ❜

He's brimming with energy that can surely be felt in the air by all, forthright and warm, but still engrossed in the diligent care of his bike as he sits on the pavement. As badly as he wants to get out there, he's going to be thorough and do it right, leaving not a single wire or fork unchecked.

Everyone is talking in a place like this, buzzing with excitement and pride for their motorbikes or their champion Cyclizar ( and in even a few cases, both ) and to this, even a newcomer like Noland is no exception.

"Yeah, that's right. Y'got a good eye," Noland responds when he's complimented on his own vehicle, turning with a proud smirk that creeps up on the smudges of grime that slick his face. "Done it up myself."

"You guessed right. Mine's number seven. The handsome Shiny male in the black harness. The one the others are afraid of."

He jerked his head toward the entrance to the repair bay, directing Noland's attention to the outside, a short distance from which most of the Cyclizars participating to the upcoming exhibition race, as well as their trainers, were already gathered.

There was a little more than a dozen of them total, with only three being Shinies. Zephyr was by far one of the tallest among them. He kept an upright posture, contemplating the road, not really bothering with any form of interaction, positive or otherwise, with the other Pokémon, who similarly feigned disinterest. His racing gear, textured with black scales and white fins, perfectly matched his trainer's helmet.

While he left Noland with the time to spot which of the Normal/Dragon-types was his, Ignacio took the liberty of getting a little closer to the bike and admiring the shape of that chassis.

random pokemon ; ALWAYS ACCEPTING // @draconicrider

You found him on the beach. It rushed away as soon as you noticed it, hiding under a big pile of sand, yet kept his eyes on you. Maybe you approached him, making him run away once more, but everytime he moves away he still looks at you.

Or, maybe... at your bag? He must've smelled something nice coming from there, and as soon as you dare pulling it out, offering a piece of bread to him, he tentatively moves closer to have a bite.

Guess you found yourself a new friend!

Zephyr, intrigued, stepped forward and gave the intriguing creature a tentative sniff. Ignacio made no effort to push him back, assuming it wouldn't be his place to deny the Cyclizar a prey this complacent, should he decide to bite a chunk out of that shell. Natural selection at work and all that.

Instead, the Dragon-type remained indifferent and stomped away as swiftly as he came. Ignacio was left to exchange some silent glares with the little Pokémon, wondering how it made it to the shore without being turned into empanadas for a herd of Finizens. Impossible to tell if the damn thing was incredibly courageous or incredibly foolish.

... He liked that.

"Fine. I'll keep you."

Very casually, he pulled a Poké Ball out of his jacket.

Her smirk, cheeky, became lopsided, unveiling a sliver of teeth. Her gaze roamed her car—or, well, her rental car. She owned no car, here, in Paldea; she couldn’t be bothered paying the money to have her personal vehicle transported between regions and back again, it was far simpler  (and cheaper)  to rent out a car and then return it once its use exhausted. She’d come across a hiccup, a quite severe one at that, and needed assistance. Thankfully, this man happened upon her, willing to assist.

But, as the conversation trotted along as he tried to mend whatever ailed her car, her intentions were, perhaps, a smidge too obvious. A wisp of sharpness pierced her mismatched gaze.

He was surprised by how unsurprised he felt about her question. If she didn't meant to be stuck here until they could meet, maybe this encounter too was the work of destiny. And he found this more interesting than worrying.

"They didn't have the Scarlet Book at your local library when you were a child? It may be hard to tell the fictional accounts apart from the factual ones, but all you want to know about this literal hell hole has already been written in there."

While readjusting his helmet, he accidentally smeared some blackened grease over it. He wiped it off with the back of his glove, before he returned to his tinkering.

"All I can tell you is that this area is off limit for a reason. You just have to know it has some crystals at the bottom that are used in the production of Tera Orbs, and leave it at that."

He turned his head to look back at her. He could tell she was smiling through the stain on his visor.

Kane could easily read the other by his body language alone without having to listen to the drone of his voice to say he didn't care. And that's sad! He wanted more than a dismissive tone and a wave of the hand to say 'go away'. So instead of slinking away with his head down, he instead steps up close to the stranger and stares right up at the visor, head tilted back to be able to do so as their heights were rather different.

With or without torpedoing his self esteem into oblivion. That would depend on how well the pitiful Caterpie fended for himself.

"I'll give you that, your gaydar's on point. But even as a fellow cocksucker, I'm so far out of your league, little man. I don't know if I should find this cute or pathetic."

Even under his helmet, his amused smirk was obvious. He leaned closer, putting a pleather gloved hand on the shorter man's shoulder as he began his idle musings about his face and his overall demeanor.

"Oh you have no idea how right you are. Even in a world where I was foolish enough to indulge you, it would snow in hell before I even allowed you to take a single glimpse at my face."

And with that said, he pushed the other away. Strongly enough that he should at the very least stumble. It'd be funny if he did.