Kanto's Cowboy

hey !!

i’ve been about on my morty blog mostly. @futuresightcd​ !!  i’ll check back here weekly, bc i still intend on rping as cay, he’s just a hard muse for me rn.

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The map of Ilex Forest was still spread out on the table. Several marks in red were made, signaling the areas had been swept. No sign of unusual presence, no foul play anywhere to be seen. Each mark meant the child was still missing, somewhere in the thicket of forest.

     “We don’t know that yet.”

Three days in. The team of rangers, Pokémon officers, and volunteers all together had spent three days looking. On top of the time before the case was brought to search and rescue; Cayden knew the odds sank with every passing moment. For all they knew, with the myths and history of the forest, the boy could be long gone, spirited away by Celebi.

But the ranger refused to accept another kid being filed as a cold case.

Stoic as he usually was, separating emotional attachment from the job, the ranger’s expression shifted. Stubborn green eyes were softer, glazed almost. Maybe he was tired, but his voice betrayed that notion.

     “We don’t know that, and      there’s still the west side      t’comb through.”

    ❝ huh …? oh– BRONZE! ❞

the shiny sableye would eagerly try to crawl up the others leg. it wasn’t food he was after, though. it was attention! for a ghost type, he was oddly sociable. spending time around tons of other pokemon and people from a young age must of done that.

she quickly runs over and plucks the golden gremlin off of him.

    ❝ i am– SO sorry– ❞

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     ( Bronze.. that was fitting. )

Hardly trying to rush the little Sableye off his leg, Cayden simply stared down at it. Slightly shaking his head. One wrong encounter that nearly cost him a finger with a Pokémon scaling his leg was enough to make him realize, maybe, just maybe, you should leave them be.

     “You its trainer?”

He merely glanced up at her, from under the bill of his hat. Ranger logo proudly displayed on it and his shoulder. Shifting a little as Bronze passed his knee, there was a flash of oh shit on Cay’s face. A brief worry there might be a snag in his work pants if the little ghost decided to hold on once being pried away popping into his head.

After observing her jump, stand on tip toes, and several other various methods to get something off a high shelf at the Poké Mart, he simply gets it down and hands it to her. 

There’s a Sableye attached to his leg, and despite the gentle shake of his foot, it’s still there. He’s not sure which of the trainers in Motostoke it belongs to, but he speaks loud enough for the Pokémon and those nearby to hear.

He hasn’t been in Galar for very long, but out of all the people he’s watched use a vending machine, he’s never seen someone struggle so bad for so long.

before i actually go nap though, i just want to say. while the interactions i have going on are wonderful and i love all of you.

there’s also like 30 of y’all that, hi hello? where y’all at?

if you simply dunno how to start the wheel, that’s okay! i don’t mind getting the ball going. i promise i’m not a tough cookie, i’m like an oreo appropriately soaked in milk.

Before he could interact, they both seemed to look up at the same time, responding to an unfamiliar voice. The traveler wasn’t sure if he was looking at a ranch hand or a gardener, either way, it seemed he’d have to interact with the stranger.

Himura narrowed his eyes slightly at the suspicion he was regarded with- Even though he should have been used to it by now, sometimes it still got under his skin. “I was passing by and saw the lights were on,” he explained a bit vaguely, pushing himself to a standing position and dusting off his knees. Might as well cut to the chase.

“My tent’s busted and I don’t think I’ll manage to make it to the next city before it starts getting cold. I’ve been traveling for awhile and I’m pretty worn down, so I came to ask if I could pay you for a place to sleep for the night. Barn’s fine, don’t need anything fancy.”

He suspected this guy wouldn’t feel comfortable with him staying in their house anyway, so even if he and his team had to rough it, they’d make do. Pulling a wad of bills from his wallet, he fanned out more than half of what he had left and offered it to the other man.

“If that’s not enough, I can work the rest off. I’m no stranger to hard labor.”

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He’s listening. However unamused, tired, and unapproachable his expression may seem, he is listening.

Quincy, being the little friendly Flaaffy she is, playfully taps the man on the shin with the back of her shovel. It’s gentle, clearly not meant to harm, but a make believe attempt at vanquishing non-existent harm before running off into the yard. Bucket still on her head.

     “You wouldn’t last ten ‘n that barn.”

It’s matter of fact. Sure, it was a large build and accommodating to all the bulls that called it home. But one, one very particular Tauros wouldn’t have a stranger in his territory.

Sammer barely tolerated his own trainer in there.

Consideration is heavy in the ranger’s sigh, and there isn’t a moment where skeptical green eyes aren’t on Natsu. Extra help was always welcome on the ranch, but when supervision was possible. Or at the very least some sort of screening.

But the man was right, Fuschia was still a ways off down the route. Winter was really biting early in the evenings and while orange still painted the sky... it’d be dark within the hour.

And Cayden still had more than an hours amount of work to do.

     “Tell you what. Shove the cash. Not      interested.”

It’s sharp, and curt. Though not the end of the ranger’s thought. He calls for Quincy, who ignores him for the time being. Instead chasing around a leaf in the wind.