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sixteentxns:

“You’ve got a damned nerve, Flint,” lectures Roark, “to come to my place of work during my shift and request to see my Cyndaquil.” He crosses his arms, then sighs. “… Then again, it ain’t like things like this haven’t happened to me before. Story of my life.”

He rubs his temples before redirecting his attention to his afro’d colleague. “I keep him in my office,” he states after a brief pause. “Can’t trust that critter a fuckin’ minute at home, you know. I bet my apartment building’s more flammable than a tumbleweed and a magnifyin’ glass in the middle of the Outback.”

Roark grinds his boots into the damp mine floor, almost as if to wipe the dirt off, but they just end up getting more smudged. He can’t quite disguise the annoyed tone in his voice, no matter how he masks his mood with a fake smile. “Anyway, you got lucky. I was just headed to my office anyway. The mine’s caught a bad case of the stupid flu an’ I don’t want to be around to catch it.”

He begins to walk to the mine’s opening, motioning for Flint to come follow him. “Sorry if I sound a might cross,” he apologizes as he clunks up the shoddy wooden steps to his office, “but I’ve had a helluva day. At any rate, what do want the Cyndaquil for?”

A frown appeared on Flint’s face. It wasn’t entirely serious but nevertheless, he was taken aback by the sudden hostility. He wondered how Roark upheld such a temperament in a place like this. It was too hot, too humid to be here in a GOOD mood. Beneath the ground, he noticed, humidity managed to work its way into the mine and cling to his clothes.

“ Aw, sorry. ” He said with a plaintive shrug. “ I wasn’t gonna come here to ask for work, I have my own. Besides, ” a finger pointed dramatically at the roof. “ I’m a man that belongs above ground. ”

And he couldn’t deny the Machop roaming around here crushing rocks and digging into bedrock somewhat terrified him. They were half his size but twice as intimidating.

He caught himself on the verge of blurting out some horror story confession about the Machop but luckily restrained himself, momentarily distracted when Roark turned to leave for his office. Over the excitement of seeing a rare Cyndaquil, Flint didn’t care much for the Pokemon’s misbehaviour; fire types rarely did come with a good set of manners.

At the mention of the flu he tried to resist covering his mouth and nose. “ Better to not be here, ” he muttered. “ I was sick with a cold only a couple weeks ago. Put challengers off for weeks. ”

Flint glanced at Roark briefly. The apology wasn’t necessary. “ It’s alright, I think I picked a bad time to visit anyway. ” As they reached the office door he waited eagerly. “ Well, I mostly just wanna see it. Sure, I have my own starter but I’ve been itching to see ones from other regions. How did you even manage to get the little bugger in the first place? ”

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It wasn’t uncommon for people to go missing in Eterna Forest. With its winding paths and ever-present layer of cloud that hung above the treetops, it was easy to become disoriented. Nine out of ten times people were found alive and well. The other ONE time? A group of hikers went missing, their bodies left undiscovered.

Cyrus said it wasn’t anything worth looking into. Flint wasn’t so dismissive; he’d found out something similar occurred only several decades earlier. In the end he managed to reason with Cyrus and soon enough, they found themselves scouring the forest. Hours had passed since leaving the cabin and when they were about to turn back, exhausted and out of luck, a body turned up.

There was only one. It was an inexplicable find - wrapped in a cocoon and ravaged by bug Pokemon. They’d become so enthralled with it that they hadn’t noticed the approaching dusk. Hesitantly they turned back, making their way to the cabin for the evening.

TOO SLOW. Night had already fallen, a blanket of dark that crawled over the trees in a uniform shadow. As the cabin came into sight a low hum emanated through the forest, growing to an insistent buzz. It wasn’t the generator, though. It was coming from the wrong direction. With an anxious glance over his shoulder it wasn’t difficult for Flint to spot the glowing swarm behind them.

“ Cyrus. ” Flint began unsteadily. “ It might be a good idea to start running. ”

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rowansworstassistant:

“Yeah, Wayward Cave, he said that it might interest you, or something,” Lucas said, with a slight nod. There had also been instructions that he was supposed to go along with Flint to offer assistance where it was needed, but he wasn’t sure exactly what he could really do to help out a member of the Elite Four. And really, a trainer as strong as Flint apparently was could probably handle it by themselves.

“That’s fine.” His flat tone hid the slight annoyance. Going all the way tot Wayward Cave as a tag-along wasn’t exactly how he wanted to spend his day. Then again, if he went back to the lab, he’d just be stuck doing paper work or organizing files. This was probably a good way to kill a few hours at least. “I’m Lucas.”

That was probably the spot where he should ask Flint’s name in return… but that would be rather pointless.

Hands tucked into his pockets, Lucas turned, heading for the door. “If we leave now, we should probably be done before dark,” he said, glancing back over his shoulder. “Don’t wanna keep you away from… battling or whatever for too long.”

Flint followed Lucas out the door, steps eager with excitement at the prospect of both skipping work and exploring a new place. Luckily for him, Lucas was prepared and brought along several flying Pokemon that got them to Wayward Cave in no time. From outside it looked fairly unassuming. A quiet part off the route, its entrance marked only by a small and weather-worn sign. It looked normal. Even so, something about it made him uneasy. There was an acrid burning smell, faint but nevertheless noticeable. He watched Lucas survey the ground and examine a patch of grass. It was blackened, soft wisps of smoke rising from it.

He shook his head. “ None of my team know Flash. Hold on a minute. ” Flint paused to rummage through one of his pants pockets, producing two small flashlights. They must’ve been there from the last time he and Phoebe went exploring Hoenn, he deduced, before tossing one to Lucas. “ Not much, but it’s something. ” Fingers pressed the button on the torch to check it still cast a beam. He shrugged. “ At least they work. ”

There was an air of hesitation around Lucas and he half-expected him to turn back. Surprisingly, he was the first to enter. Flint followed. The harsh burning scent was more noticeable here and along with it was a low rhythmic sound of movement. Flint left his flashlight off, squinting into the darkness. He caught a momentary glow and still in darkness, took a step forward. He switched his flashlight on and pointed it down to inspect the cave floor. It was gravelly, scattered with a multitude of differently sized stones.

“ Definitely something weird here, ” he murmured, glancing up to look at Lucas. “ Should we look around? ”

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“Patty, darlin’, will you use Screech for me?”

His words are polite, but he practically has to scream them as he points his Onix toward the longwall shearer, its large and razor-sharp saw head jiggling about as it slices into a coal seam.

She gets the message, and directs the move right into the machine, disrupting the magnetic field. The longwall shearer abruptly grunts to a laborious halt, and the cavern is filled with silence.

“Hey! What the hell did ya do that for?” shouts the machine operator. He gets out and approaches Roark. While he’s much bigger and taller than him, Roark doesn’t let himself be intimidated. He just crosses his arms and frowns.

“Don’t you see the saw’s barely hangin’ on by a thread?” he snaps.

“Oh, that’s a load a’ horseshit, Roark,” replies the operator. “I checked it this mornin’ and it was right as rain!”

“Well, clearly, you should’ve checked it again!” Grabbing the operator roughly, he turns him in the direction of the saw. “That could’ve ended up cutting someone right in half! I’m afraid I’m going to have to write you up for this.”

“I swear it was workin’ just fine…”

“But it ain’t!” Roark massages his temples. “Look, I’m sorry if I’m actin’ like a dick. This is the fourth equipment incident I’ve dealt with today. Meet me in my office after your shift and we’ll discuss this further. Now I’m goin’ to get the mechanic.”

And with that, he recalls his Onix and stomps off, practically steaming with frustration. Things aren’t helped as he catches sight of a familiar redhead. Twisting his lips into a facsimile of a happy smile, he greets the Elite Four member.

“Afternoon, Flint, ça va? What brings you to my modest little town today? Are ya lookin’ to apply for a job? Because I need the help–my mine’s gone literally crazy!”

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There were few reasons Flint possessed to justify a visit to Oreburgh City. Even as a kid, the place had never been a personal favourite – everything seemed to be permanently coated in a fine layer of coal dust and the streets howled with a hot, dusty wind. Even today, after years of avoiding the city, it remained in very much the same state. Harsh sunlight collected on the fabric of his shirt like a hot blanket and spots of tar glistened wetly on the road.

At least he’d be away from it soon. The local gym stood proudly down the street, its shadow cast across the ground. He half-expected Roark to be away, gallivanting down in the mines instead of waiting for challenging trainers. His intuition was right. No more than a minute of glancing around the building was he told by others that yes, Roark was at the mine and yes, if he wanted to see him he would have to go there. Jaw set in mild annoyance, Flint trudged off and tried his best to ignore the oppressive heat.

Sweet relief was yet again found in the coolness of the mine. A little below ground, the inner hollow of dirt was cold and somewhat damp. Around him echoed the noise of machinery. It was an empty mechanical sound and cut off abruptly. No sooner than it stopped was it replaced by another noise; voices, and aggravated ones at that. From the din of the argument he caught the sound of Roark’s tone and followed it. He was met with the sight of a hulking machine and beneath it, two men.

Despite his apparent anger, Roark was surprisingly quick to flash a welcoming smile. Flint easily returned it, glancing over the other’s shoulder to the hulking machinery behind it.

“ Hey, how you doing? I’m not here for much, ” he raised his hands in surrender, inwardly horrified at the prospect of spending his days as a miner choking on coal dust. “ I’m here for something else. Something IMPORTANT. ”

Leaning in, Flint’s voice was hushed, one hand covering his mouth in secrecy. “ I heard from someone that you’ve got yourself a Cyndaquil ... This true? Can I see it? ”

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There was something a little nervous about the smile Flint offered. Good. There was something oddly satisfying about unnerving people. And it was particularly nice knowing that she still could. With what her reputation had become in some circles, this was rather reassuring.

“Pleasure to see you as well, darling, I do hope I didn’t startle you,” she replied, casual smile sliding neatly into place. She spared a quick glance to his Flareon, offering the pokemon a smile as well.

She tipped her head to one side as she shrugged. “As well as ever, I suppose. I’ve actually been traveling quite a lot lately. It seems rather rare that anyone makes it to the League recently, but there haven’t been any serious challengers in some time.”

Not since the brat, she didn’t add, at least not out loud. Malva had only been called back to Kalos a few times in the last several months, and most of that had been a waste of time as far as she was concerned.

“I have been quite enjoying Sinnoh though, I think I may stay a while. Other than that pesky water type, how have you been? I can’t remember the last time we had a chance to chat.”

“ Oh, nah, it’s alright! ” Flint reassured with a hesitant smile. “ Just a little jittery, is all. ”

While his nerves were partly from the exhaustion the conference brought, some of it was in fact caused by Malva. There was SOMETHING about her that managed to draw out a twinge of anxiety, something cold that settled heavily in the pit of his stomach. Maybe it was simply the rare feeling of true competition he hardly remembered.

Rather than let himself dwell on the uncomfortable feeling he willed himself to shake it off, move on. It was ridiculous. He knew her, trusted her, even. Catching the smile Malva gave to his Flareon was enough of a confirmation. He couldn’t help but smile also at the gesture.

“ TRAVELLING? ” His brows rose incredulously. Flint rarely travelled, save for the short commutes he made to Sunyshore or the Survival Area. “ Not bad! It’s nice to get some time away from the League. I’m a little jealous. More and more trainers show up at ours every day. ”

Despite knowing perfectly well that his job was to battle trainers and nothing more, he couldn’t help but find it tedious at times. He was glad to have attended the conference and have a well-needed break, at the very least.

“ Glad to hear you enjoy it. Hey, listen, ” he paused when his stomach rumbled softly, glancing at the surrounding crowd. “ It’s pretty busy here. If you wanna catch up, should we head to a cafe or something? I’m dyin’ for a snack and there’s a few close to here we could go to, if you want. ”

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Nimbasa City seemed to breathe with electrifying life. The night sky slept but all attractions, from flashing rides to pounding sport shows, were in full working order and doors to dark room enticed people to take a gander. The aroma of various amusement park food swam in the air, savory to sweet and begged to be tested. As the second most populated city in the world, Nimbasa City’s prosperous entertainment filled Volkner with admiration and respect for the engineers and creators.

But that was it. Staying up late was no contest. However, Volkner preferred to relax in the hotel they rented for the week. Having traveled far and not too long ago, he hoped to take things easy, even if Flint was raring to go. Not being pushed and shoved along; body slowly becoming sore with each blow and the overly luminous city aiding a dull, throbbing migraine.

A quick side glance to the fire elite next to him is all Volkner offers before he abruptly stops in front of the impressionable Pikachu statue. He licks off the remaining cotton candy, the persuasion item and one of the reasons he came, off his fingers before fishing out his phone. One swipe and a click took a magnificent, but bland photo.

“Done. Ah, what a day it was-.” The last held a hint of playful sarcasm. He muffles a yawn and stuffs another candy piece at the same time.

“Let’s go back, I’m fucking tired from the jet lag and battle encounters. Besides-” He absentmindedly flicks a bit of candy at Flint. “-we need to be up early and you’re a pain to wake up.”

The sky overhead was bleak, washed pale by the city lights beneath. Around him, however, Nimbasa’s amusement park glittered brightly. The chatter of conversation echoed and mouth-watering scents drifted on the balmy night air. Despite their tedious flight hours earlier and the busy work days ahead, Flint was in the perfect mood for dragging Volkner along to explore. If he hadn’t enticed the other with the prospect of sweets, he might have never gotten here. Luckily, his plan of persuasion had worked.

Although Flint enjoyed the buzzing atmosphere, he suspected Volkner didn’t. The shadow of fatigue on his face was perfectly indicative. It wasn’t difficult to ascertain that it was late, yet Flint didn’t dare check the clock. He knew if he did, Volkner would waste no time in coercing him to return to the hotel and enforce the dreaded bedtime. Without a word the other came to a stop, camera flashing to photograph the Pikachu statue in front of them.

As Volkner turned back he was caught unaware by the flying piece of cotton candy. Flint frowned, delicately picking it off. “ Oi, you got that on my clothes. ” He shot a glare at Volkner, giving in to his protests with a sigh. His reasoning was correct; it was extremely difficult to wake him at an early hour. “ Alright. But first, let me go get something. ”

Not expecting Volkner to follow, he approached a nearby food stall and paused to fish change from his pocket. Minutes later Flint returned, clutching a full bag of warm, sweetly-scented donuts.

“ Lead the way, sleepyhead. Where did you say this hotel was again? ”

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That was probably the spot where he should ask Flint’s name in return… but that would be rather pointless.

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“ I don’t think it’ll take up a lot of my day, ” he assured the trainer. “ Should be able to get there and back fast enough. ”

Wayward Cave interested him immensely. Flint was no stranger to explorations such as these – the recent and and particularly horrific stint in the Island Cave gave him more than enough experience. Problem or no problem, he was eager to go on and investigate. He hadn’t the slightest idea nor the qualifications to understand a Pokemon’s psychology, but he supposed his mastery of at least one group of them gave him a handle of how they behaved.

He let the other mull things over, waiting to see if he planned to go along. Since he was the one who brought it to attention, Flint thought it only natural to be accompanied there.

“ Lucas! Nice to meet ya. ” A friendly grin brightened his features. If Lucas hadn’t turned away and stuffed his hands in his pockets moments after, he would’ve offered a hand in greeting. It was understandable, however, that he wanted to get it sorted as fast as possible. Sandgem wasn’t a close town and the day had progressed quite a lot already; it was mid-morning.

“ Don’t worry about taking up battle time. It’s a good opportunity for my team to cool off a little while. Let’s go! ”

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Phoebe was sure he had been half-dreading the moment when they reached the beginnings of the conundrum that was deciphering the hieroglyphs carved into the underground cavern. It didn’t seem that he fared well in places such as this; the claustrophobic, unventilated darkness that stretched on for what seemed like endless miles.

Their footsteps seemed unnaturally loud, echoing against the precipitous canal, their lone accompanist the disconcerting slow drip of water from the stalagmites overhead – she didn’t have to see him to know he was on edge.

She ran her fingers along the etchings in the stone, the impenetrable blackness illuminated by the lone torch in his hands, bathing the symbols in a flickering, orange warmth. It was if they were almost gleaming, eager for someone to solve their mysteries and to unlock the ancient secrets buried beneath them. She could almost sense the challenge emanating from them, the uncovered truth that was hidden.

Phoebe inhales sharply once she’s traced the first line of characters, removing her hand from the craggy terrain as if it had burned. She clutches her palm to her chest as though she has sensed something ominous, glancing at the writing for a few moments before she turns back towards her companion, hues wide and her bottom lip quivering as she laments the message before them.

" We’re going to have to leave, “ she says, her voice faint and nothing above a whisper as she inches away from the slab. She urges Flint to take a step back from the enclosure, as though she is trying to protect him from whatever devious incantation had been marked before them.

She reaches out towards him, nimble fingers grasping his free wrist before she explains what exactly has been conjured on their adventure thus far, ” It says .. we need to get some scissors to cut your hair again. “

There is a small pause before Phoebe releases her hold and collapses on the ground, doubling over in laughter as she wraps her arms around her stomach, ” Ahahahaha! Just kidding! “

“ It says you have to remain completely still or something like that, “ she wipes away the tears of mirth forming at the ends of her eyes, breathless with laughter as she desperately attempts to regain her composure from the ground below. “ I’m not sure how good you’re going to be at that though! “

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Not daring to approach the symbols carved across the wall, Flint watched with a morbid fascination as Phoebe stepped forward to run a hand over the stone. As her hand retreated in a sudden, alarming movement he forced himself to remain still and wait. While he wanted to run, sprint away and search for daylight, he knew he couldn’t leave her here. Anxiety knotting in his stomach, the sudden grip on his wrist filled him with a sense of dread. What could possibly be so BAD that she wanted to escape and never turn back to face the puzzle?

His expression of horror grew into an uneasy grimace. Initially feeling lightheaded, the sensation quickly shifted to what felt like a mountain of bricks that knocked the air from his chest. Of all the things Phoebe could do at this very moment, she had to make a JOKE. Knowing her, it wasn’t completely out of the ordinary for her bizarre humour to rear its head at the most inconvenient of times.

“ THAT WASN’T FUNNY, ” Flint bellowed, a hot flush of embarrassment reaching up to lick at his cheeks. Frustrated as he was, he didn’t yank his wrist from her grip and go away to sulk. His other hand that held the torch lifted to press against his forehead in shame. For several moments the two were swallowed in darkness, the only concentration of light from the torch that reached up, its bright pinpoint landing on the high ceiling. He thought he saw a flicker of movement; Zubat weren’t uncommon in places like this.

Without warning Phoebe released his wrist to succumb to a laughing fit in a heap on the floor. A weak and somewhat relieved smile on his face, all he could think of was the possible ways to get her back in the near future.

“ Alright, joke’s over, ” he snorted, focusing his attention and the torchlight back to the wall. Standing still was a simple enough direction, even for someone as jittery as him. In the faint light he offered her a hand.

“ What’s supposed to happen now? ” Although he wasn’t exactly sure of what was meant to occur next, Flint could only imagine a plethora of horror movie-esque events mere moments away from happening. A horde of bat Pokemon engulfing them, the entire space crumbling in, a monstrous legendary Pokemon emerging from the depths of the rock to claim their souls –

And didn’t the locals say something about a REGICE living here?

“ Phoebe ... are you sure this is a hundred percent safe? ”

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It was disagreeably damp, musty and uncharacteristically cold; the sweltering heat and oppressive humidity that had hung outside along the shoreline was swallowed by the surrounding darkness. It no longer resembled a destination at the heart of the tropics, but instead more so of an unaired vault that sat a fairly low temperature.

Phoebe presses onward despite the fact that their current route is obscured with some larger stones, evading both the obstacles and sharp pebbles with nimble feet. Once she passes the more rugged terrain, she slows down just enough for Flint to catch up so he is lingering a few steps behind. Other than the faint echo of their footsteps, the only sound was that of dripping water from the stalactites overhead.

" Ahahaha! It wasn’t that bad, “ Phoebe counters, but finds herself laughing once more, the sound of her voice carried through the loose aggregation.

She feels another smile tugging at her lips as she recalls the older male screeching, red-faced and flustered, as he ran circles around the kitchen island. Sidney is heard somewhere in the background, an exasperated sigh coming from his lips as he mutters something incoherently to Volkner, who had offered his bored condolences that hair would grow again before resigning himself to a nearby stool.

It wasn’t her fault Flint had gotten so overwrought when she’d innocently mentioned she’d taken a good four inches or so off the top of his trademark hairstyle.

” If you would of stopped moving around so much, it probably would of come out a little more even, “ she pauses for a second, turning to beam in his direction. In her defense, he had been the one to resign himself to the fate that was the most energetic elite armed with a pair of scissors.

Phoebe sticks her tongue out at him playfully, a gesture that she is only teasing, before she spins on her heel and continues down towards the underground cavern. She rushes into it’s mouth, momentarily shrouded in impenetrable blackness, “ Let’s hurry! “

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Once Flint caught sight of the back of Phoebe’s figure he felt relief wash over him. Without realising, he’d began to huddle behind her as they walked. Fear got to him more than he liked to admit, especially in a place as dark and eerie as this. Although initially eager to enter it was a heavy contrast to his explorations back in Sinnoh. Unlike the Island Cave, the interior of Stark Mountain was illuminated by the molten, glowing pools of lava that dotted its floor. That, and he usually had more than one measly torch and a spirit fanatic to go with. As the clack of stones impacting echoed throughout the space his shoulders tensed. Assuming Phoebe kicked them aside, he continued to walk and but a second later he tripped over one. Her remark was enough to make him forget about the error.

“ It WAS bad! ” Flint yelped indignantly, his voice resonating. Weeks after the nightmarish cut he was plagued with the habit of avoiding mirrors wherever possible, desperate to deny the mess that had become of his hairstyle. To this very day Phoebe still wasn’t allowed to go near him with a pair of scissors in her hand. He huffed, forcing himself to quash the nervousness that pitched his voice. “ I did sit still. ‘Cept, I started to get nervous. I bet YOU wouldn’t be able to when someone else is about to cut a chunk out of your hair. Besides, all I wanted was a trim! ”

But that didn’t matter now. He couldn’t even SEE his own hair. What mattered was that at this very moment in time, he’d unwittingly let Phoebe drag him down into whatever strange darkness longed to engulf them. As she turned back to pull a face at him he jolted slightly. If not for the excessive nerves, he would have immediately shot one back.

As they progressed further Flint felt a chill on the air. Surely, they were almost at the puzzle wall.

His guess wasn’t far off. Soon, the noises began to bounce back. Motioning for Phoebe to stop, he fumbled with the switch of his torch and swung the beam around. Before them was an impressive wall of stone riddled with bumps and off symbols.

“ Do you know how to read this? ”

He sure as hell didn’t.

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Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to attend the conference. The fallout from two years before had died down a bit, but Malva wasn’t quite ready for her big comeback just yet. Still, so many trainers, professors, and what have you all in one spot–she couldn’t stay away. And it wasn’t as though it was out of her way. She had already been in Sinnoh for some time when the conference began.

Keeping a relatively low profile, she entered the convention center. There was quite a crowd, so it shouldn’t be too hard to stay out of sight. Almost a pity given how nice it was to be the center of attention.

Map of the convention center in hand, she glanced around the main lobby and then went still. There was no mistaking that massive red hair sticking out of the crowd. Really, she should turn and go the other way… but that would be boring. Smirk on her face, she strode through the crowd, stopping just behind Flint, she reached up and lightly tapped his shoulder.

“Flint, darling, it’s been too long. I should have known you would be here. How are you?” Her voice was light, almost friendly, though there was a spark in her eyes as she waited to see what he would do.

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Over the course of his time spent at the conference Flint had become used to others approaching him to strike up a conversation or ask a question. Whether it be an aspiring trainer, a journalist or fellow Elite Four member from another region, he was eager and willing to speak with every one of them. Malva, however, managed to terrify him.

The fright that came with the unexpected tap on his shoulder was enough to cause Flint to jump. After realising who it was he willed himself to relax and offer her a smile, however nervous it was.

“ Malva! Nice to see ya here, ” Flint replied, his tone steady even after noticing the glint in her eye.

By his feet was his Flareon. Throughout the presentation the small Pokemon had sat on his lap, dozing off and snoring softly at some points much to his embarrassment. Now wide awake, the Flareon took several curious steps toward Malva and appeared to be transfixed with her shoes.

A click of the tongue was all it took for him to call the Pokemon back and make it sit obediently by his shoes. “ How’s Kalos treating you? A kid with a nasty water type stepped into the Sinnoh League the other day and raised hell. Hope you haven’t had to deal with any of that lately either. ”

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Turning, Lucas leaned back against the counter and blinked up at Flint. He seemed vaguely familiar. Honestly, he couldn’t remember ever meeting this particular member of the Elite Four before, but it could have happened. Lucas wasn’t the best with faces… although he probably should have remembered that hair.

He held up a hand, silently asking Flint to wait as he dug through his bag, eventually finding and pulling out a small notebook. Deciding to start writing down what Rowan was saying was one of his better decisions.

“There’s something weird going on in Wayward cave,” he said, reading directly from the page. “It’s attracting fire type pokemon, but also making them act weird.”

Again, he blinked up at Flint, tilting his head slightly to one side as he gave the man an appraising look. “You’re the fire guy, right? Seems like your thing. The professor was hoping you could look into it if you’re free. It’s not an emergency, but… someone should probably do something about it at some point. I guess.”

Given the way Rowan had been talking about the situation, it was probably slightly more pressing than he was making it out to be, but as long as there was no imminent danger, Lucas honestly didn’t care.

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“ I am, yeah – ” He quickly stopped, both astounded and curious.

Reserved individuals weren’t anything alien. Many of the trainers who stepped through the doors of the Pokemon League acted in such a manner, determined to claw their way through with as little words as possible. This trainer wasn’t any different, save for the fact that none of them had ever silenced Flint with that kind of gesture. Without a word he waited curiously as the other rummaged through his bag to pull out a notebook, flicking through it to stop and read out a page.

The way he spoke was flat. For such a young person, it was odd for anyone that age to be so businesslike. Flint could only nod along to what he was saying.

“ That’s right, I specialise in fire types, ” Flint repeated, pausing to recall exactly WHERE the location he mentioned could be found. It was somewhere in Sinnoh ... maybe. He wasn’t certain. But if it wasn’t, there was little sense in asking for his help. “ Wayward Cave? And Professor Rowan asked me to do this? ”

He couldn’t say no to that. The situation didn’t sound serious yet but he knew it would be a decent excuse to get out of work for a few hours.

“ Well, if you’re good to head out there now I guess we can take a look. That alright with you, uh ... what’s your name? ”

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How Flint was able to lose sight of a Magmortar, he did not know. It wasn’t as if the Pokemon was SMALL; yet in between the crowd of Nimbasa City’s amusement park there wasn’t a single fire-type visible. He suspected his Magmortar might have become occupied with the dazzling lights of the ferris wheel, possibly even ran off to chase the scent of roasted peanuts.

No such luck.

It didn’t surprise Flint much when he lost track of his Flareon sometimes. Usually, all he had to do was look down to find the Pokemon. This was beyond ridiculous.

AH.

Finally, Magmortar appeared. The large, brightly-coloured body of the Pokemon stuck out like a sore thumb against the dark green backdrop of the garden bed behind. He appeared to be hassling another trainer, someone younger and unfortunately cornered. It wasn’t malicious. A little curiosity, really, but an inconvenience all the same.

“ Hey! Magmortar, buddy, get back here! ” Nothing more than a disinterested sideways glance was received. Sulking like a small child, Flint frowned. Since the Pokemon wasn’t planning on responding, he reached for a Poke Ball to call him back. Once Magmortar had been taken care of he turned to face the young trainer with an apologetic look. “ Sorry. You’d think a lot of battling would make him lazy. He didn’t bother you too much, did he? ”

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PLACE IN SOCIETY

financial: affluent / moderate / poor / in poverty / unsure

medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged

class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure

education: qualified / unqualified / studying / unknown

criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no

FAMILY

married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated / widowed / verse dependent

has a child or children / has no children / wants children

sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased / unsure

orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parents

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

extroverted / introverted / in between

disorganized / organized / in between

close-minded / open-minded / in between

calm / anxious / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient / in between

outspoken / reserved / in between

leader / follower / in between

empathetic / unemphatic / in between

optimistic / pessimistic / realist

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy / in between

cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown

loyal / disloyal / unknown

faithful / unfaithful / unknown /

BELIEFS:

monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic

belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

religious: orthodox / unorthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

philosophical: yes / no

OPINIONS

pro-euthanasia / anti-euthanasia / doesn’t know or on the fence / doesn’t care

pro-choice / anti-abortion / doesn’t know or on the fence / doesn’t care

pro-marriage / anti-marriage / doesn’t know or on the fence / doesn’t care

pro-death penalty / anti-death penalty / doesn’t know or on the fence / doesn’t care

pro-drug legislation / anti-drug legislation / doesn’t know or on the fence / doesn’t care

pro-murder / anti-murder / doesn’t know or on the fence / doesn’t care

pro-cannibalism / anti-cannibalism / doesn’t know or on the fence / doesn’t care

left wing / right wing / middle / doesn’t know or on the fence / doesn’t care

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable

romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable

sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

ABILITIES

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

HABITS

drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

medicinal drugs: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

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☾ ☃ ☻!

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☾ - sleeping habits

once flint falls asleep it’s near impossible to wake him. he tends to sleep very deeply and doesn’t wake up in the middle of the night. considering the meagre amount of sleep he gets.

☃ - what they wear around the house

if you saw what flint wore around the house, you’d seriously begin to question his sense of fashion ( if his daily outfit already didn’t cause you to ). he wears the daggiest, UGLIEST clothes - think badly-worn handmedowns and dodgy dollar store buys.

☻ - how late they stay up

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♜ Interior decorating aesthetic, ☻ How late they stay up, ♒ If they do their laundry in a timely manner

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♜ - interior decorating aesthetic

flint’s aesthetics are fairly plain and thankfully don’t mirror the odd colour coordination of his outfit. his home is simple, most of the furniture white. the only indicators of personal tastes are small trinkets from his childhood, some pieces of vintage furniture from his parents, a few photos ( some of himself and his pokemon, a few of he and volkner as kids ), shoes left by his front door and a stack of movies beside the television.

☻ - how late they stay up

usually around midnight, a little earlier if he’s feeling sleepy. flint doesn’t require much rest.

♒ - if they do their laundry in a timely manner

... sort of? his laundry habits aren’t bad, but they aren’t particularly good either. it’s not often he has to recycle already-dirty shirts or get down to the last pair of underwear.

#anonymous #{ meme ; }#{ headcanons ; }#{{ THANKS 4 SENDING i luv hcs }}#{ answered ; }

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domestic headcanons meme!

Send a symbol to hear the following about my muse…

☾ Sleeping habits ☼ Favorite time of day ☂ Favorite weather ¿ Term for the TV device, whether it be “clicker”, “remote”, or something else ↪ Internet browsing activities ☹ Response to a leaky faucet or other household problem ♡ What their wedding invitations would look like ☃ What they wear around the house ♆ The worst kind of neighbor they could have, and how they deal with them ♨ Their cooking ability (or lack thereof) ✂ How well they do yardwork (or blow up the lawnmower) ♟ If they like board games, and how good they are at ‘em ✧ How clean their living space is now, and/or would be ideally ♜ Interior decorating aesthetic ♘ Any pets they might have ☗ What you’d find in their cabinets ⚒ What you’d find in their toolshed (if they’d have one) ▀ What they’d hide under the bed ○ What tune their doorbell has, if not a standard ding-dong ☺ What their welcome (or not-so-welcome) mat would say ☻ How late they stay up ♒ If they do their laundry in a timely manner ☆ How they’d throw parties (what would go on at them, refreshments, etc) ✓ What a typical Tuesday night looks like ❥ How they’d invite you home for the night (yes, it could be a pickup line)

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