❛ ᴇɴ ᴘsʏᴄʜᴇ.

‘ A pleasure it is to meet you, Lucian. I suppose my title is evident, Olympia of the anistar city gym; The paradise for psychics living in the kalos region. ‘

Locks of amiable vineyards, Eyes which opened the skies, his presence did give the aura of the psychic. 

        ‘ Stay as long as you’d like. I am sure some of my coworkers have heard of you and would love to chat. Anistar is known for its wonderful sundial, and of course my gym. ‘

                ❛   i thank you for your hospitality.  your gym is a work of art ; i must say.  it’s not often one finds a place with such little aural resistance. 

❝They did? Ack, that is— that is not good in the slightest, no. If they manage to do something of the sort, then— Then they certainly might be one step closer to their goal.❞

Hearing the Elite say something like that was troubling, to say the least. With a deep frown that matched Lucian’s, the agent began to scribble down quick notes, which due to the speed that he wrote with would without a doubt end up difficult to read for anyone that wasn’t Looker himself, about what the other man told him about team Galactic’s visit.

❝It is a good thing that you refused, sir! This is not a team to take lightly, no, so any resistance will aid the law! —When you refused, how did they react?❞

          ❛    ah -- well, they immediately advanced aggressively, with a far less... diplomatic demand for the same pokémon.  team galactic then initiated a battle, which i used my own pokémon in & successfully subdued them -- & as you know, turned them over to interpol.

           though he spoke lightly, lucian’s expression more accurately conveyed his disgust with the team and their motives. 

        “ LUCIAN ! “ The dragon trainer could spot the elite four member

          anywhere. Apart from his distinct appearance, Clair had studied

          intensively on the higher-up’s of the Pokemon League, hoping 

          that someday, she would join their ranks. An amicable smile 

          crept upon her lips, walking to greet the visitor. 

                         “ How are you liking Johto so far ? “

           a voice only familiar from television & radio stations -- & though it took a fraction of a second to recall the name to accompany it, lucian’s expression softened from questioning to recognition.  

           ❛    ah -- clair !  i’m finding johto very pleasant.  the view from here is quite breathtaking.

                      How frustrating. The map didn’t                       make any sense; it was as if the                       maker had just scribbled any old                       lines on the page. Face turning                       ever more sour as working the                       map out became fruitless; the                       youngster let his arm drop to                       his side in ANNOYANCE.

                      Blurting out his feelings as if;                       just by luck someone would                       notice him. (This was his main                       way of talking to people anyway.                       It was barely ever directly.)

               ❛    This doesn’t make any                       S E N S E! I just– 

                           UGH.   ❜

          ❛    are you in need of assistance ? 

stargazing sentence starters .

           a soft peal of laughter – he is in love with the expanse of the cosmos from his roof ; endless & brilliant, more brilliant, perhaps, than day.  swaths of light trail their ways into the heavens & lucian smiles.  the stars are eons away, he knows, but somewhere, deep in the confines of his soul, he knows their power, their experience, to have shone upon the earth for more years than he could count.  so it is only momentarily he breaks his gaze & turns it to the champion sitting beside him. 

stargazing sentence starters .

❝Aren't they beautiful?❞

❝The sky is the ultimate art gallery just above us.❞

❝What's that over there?❞

❝These stars are nothing compared to the ones I've seen in your eyes.❞

❝Shooting star, make a wish.❞

❝It's actually a comet, but I'll still make one.❞

❝And if you look over there, you'll see Corvus.❞

❝Imagine if it could always be this way, even in the city.❞

❝Looks like a great night for flying..❞

❝Can you sing that one song? Y'know, the about the little star sweeper?❞

❝Never thought something so beautiful could exist in nature...❞

❝Astronomy compels the soul to look upwards and leads us from this world to another.❞

❝Wouldn't it be cool to name a star after yourself?❞

❝Y'know, your roof may not be the safest place for us to stargaze.❞

❝This is why you made me drive three hours out into the middle of nowhere?❞

❝Is that a-- wait, no, just an airplane.❞

❝I wouldn't mind falling asleep out here.❞

                         A wry smile of embarrassment wiped across the teen’s features.                          Now he really looked like a complete dunce. But at least he had                          his answers now. “—So they’re just tinted, normal glasses?” It                          posed as a question; though it may have been something many                          assume, being wrong more than once was NOT something the                          raven enjoyed. So merely asking seemed to be taking the more                          dignified route. At least he had learned something while he sat                          waiting for the rain to subside. One of the perks of being a                          trainer. 

                      ❛    exactly. 

          a small nod in his direction ; eyes flickering back to the rain.  calmed to a drizzle though it has, it’s possible that it might begin to pour again & he finds it safer to stay beneath a shelter. 

                     ❛    are you a trainer ? 

          «¤»— The response that came, when it did, came as more                            of a not-quite disapproving hum, as if he knew full                            well the little advice he gave was going nowhere in                            the end. Instead, Maxie found himself more looking at                            the few actions made rather than the man’s face, his                            vision dancing between hand and eyes before settling                            on the latter, trying to discern the nature of the question.                            One an ordinary person probably wouldn’t ask; after all,                            encountering someone in a library usually came with the                            connotation of reading often, even if that were untrue.                                    “I read when I have to,” he replied, tone ambiguous.                             “More for research than for pleasure. That one – I’ve looked                             at choice excerpts, is lacking when it comes to the bulk                             of Sootopolian lore, but that’s to be expected, considering                             the tight watch they still keep on everything. Not like it’s                             exactly light reading unless you have an agenda… interest                             in Legends, or are you one of the idiots trying to capture one                             like it’s any ordinary Pokémon?”

          though not one to use even idiot to describe a person looking to capture a legendary pokémon, the psychic shook his head, allowing himself a soft exhale bordering on laughter.   the capture of a legendary pokémon was not only beyond his current position in life, but beyond where he wanted to be.  by the mere descriptions & engravings & artifacts, he could feel the power they radiated -- he realised their power & potential.  

          ❛     i don’t find myself capturing many pokémon in general, i’m afraid.  i read for the pleasure itself -- & that i find legendary pokémon just as fascinating as the next person.