#denryuus

     the sound of static cuts through the silence of the champion’s chamber, the intercom above where iggy stands sparking to life. the person on the other end sounds a bit nervous though that wasn’t anything new, they always sounded that way.      ‘ --- mister champion, sir ? there’s-- there’s a visitor here to see you, but she’s not a challenger ! she insists that she has to see you though... ‘

Man shouts for pokemon, looking frantically through the streets. Though he had only been running for twenty minutes, he’s already out of breath. Really, it shouldn’t be this difficult to find a floating ball of yarn! Regardless, he continues on chase.

Meanwhile, the rambunctious Haunter finds a target, a young woman and stealthily floats close, unraveling the ball and wrapping yarn loosely around midsection before tightening it. The ghastly pokemon then starts pulling it, making it spin! As the girl twirls, the Haunter makes itself visible, cackling uncontrollably at the sight. 

❛ B-Blaise! That’s dangerous! Stop at once! ❜

The pokemon takes notice of old friend once the end of the thread comes, raveling it back up into a perfect ball and disappearing before making his escape. ❛ Are... Are you alright, Miss? ❜ Souya asks, rushing over in concern. Though he still needed to give chase, someone’s well-being held more importance. After all, a floating yarn ball shouldn’t be too hard to find.

“Pyg-! Pygmalion, what are you doing?”

Basalt Forest was an ideal location to take her team for a walk, mainly due to how friendly the Wild Pokémon were meant to be. As such, it wasn’t that Cora was worried about Pygmalion getting hurt. The Sylveon was a big boy, and he could take care of himself easily.

Still, having your Pokémon run off with little warning? Never a good sign.

Cora took off immediately, following Pygmalion’s every step. Where was he going...? The last time Cora was lead on a wild goose chase like this, it was by Spectre in her InterPol days, and he lead her right to the scene of the crime she’d been investigating.

All of this to say, her initial instincts told her that something was up.

So when Pygmalion came upon a Rockruff, with its tail wagging behind it, she gave the two of them a wide-eyed stare. It only intensified as Pygmalion chirped at the other Pokémon and pawed at its nose in a booping gesture. That was it...? All this build-up, only for Pygmalion to find a playmate?

She looked up and met with the eyes of the Rockruff’s trainer, a young woman with a wide, innocent gaze. She recognized her; one of Ignatius’ friends, wasn’t it? As if it couldn’t get any more awkward than it was already...

“ Do you . . . want something to drink? ”  It almost seemed rude not to ask, her own fingers curling around a fresh, warm cup of coffee. Liv didn’t know how long she’d have to wait here anyway; she only assumed Lillian was here to see Iggy, and they knew as good as anyone how long those matches of his can take. No reason for her to not be a little hospitable. At least she could fill the silence with small talk.  “ We have coffee, tea . . . hot chocolate . . . ”

word prompts compilation - ( no longer accepting! )

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation  

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

   it’s a little late, thyra herself hasn’t had the easiest of days, hands rough and calloused from years of hard work - though her gloves are removed when she’s indoors she still finds herself anxious without them. instead, she opts for feeding her team and herself, whatever leftovers are in the fridge this time.

   and then a buzz on the door of her gym goes, she hurries down from the warehouse attic and slides open the painted scrap doors to welcome an unexpected but familiar face.

    “ lil’ !! what a nice surprise, what’re you even doin’ up at this time? c’mon in “ as always, she’s quick to greet her long-time friend with a hug and a ruffle of her hair, stepping aside to let the pokemon breeder enter first - and of course, thyra’s pokemon adore lillian and they’re all extremely quick to greet her.

   “ give it a rest guys you’ll wear her out before she’s even sat down! “

and it’s then that thyra spots the flowers behind lillian’s back, a warm smile creeping up on her features as her voice becomes softer.

     a bunch of peonies are offered to the gym-leader, all in varying shades of oranges, yellows & red - they’re her favourite flower and her friend knows it all too well. she happily accepts with one hand and pulls the shorter girl into a one armed-hug.

   Barely did ranger find himself time to adorn uniform let alone bring supplies; makeshift camp left unattended with all he needed as hurried footsteps are sent off-path of the road to Kenyte. Faint cry in the distance, a flutter of wings and the rustle of leafs, Armiin finds himself stumbling upon the commotion; but it seemed, none were left but one, lonely Murkrow. 

   Feathered Pokemon weak in its cries stays grounded unlike its kin, left wing splayed and crooked in the middle; a tall-tell sign of an injured wing. Ranger sighs his relief that it be a creature of small stature, but still ever careful is he in attempting to lure, speak, and convince the crow that he was no threat. It takes time--but it seems, injury wins over instinct, and eventually is he allowed to scoop up the Murkrow and begin the journey back to camp. 

   “Ju-just a little further. Pro-promise.”

   And while such a promise was kept, it was met with dismay when camp was in sight, and in ruins. Bags strewn about, supplies taken, and even the shelter itself was now laid flat upon the ground. Whether it be thieves, or thieving Pokemon was unclear--but, he hadn’t the mind to worry on such now. A mere sigh, brow quirked in irritation, but with breath taken, it seemed he had no other choice than to continue on toward Kenyte ‘lest the poor crow continue to suffer.

   While main path was not ideal, it would ultimately, be his quickest route--even if it meant the busiest. Though, perhaps, if he’d come across a trainer with supply to spare--

   Nerves swallowed, intentions clear, and but minutes to walk upon carved path and in sight a form draws near. Little Murkrow in arms lets out a soft caw, as if to be sure that ranger noticed, and as he had, it took all the will one could muster to even approach the oncoming breeder.

   “Ex--excuse me--!”

   Voice trails, words stumbled, but with one, heavy breath, eyes are clamped shut as he stands ground; as if he was some barrier ready to tumble right on over to the slightest of breeze.

Send 🖋 and a word and I’ll tell you some headcanons relating to it!

“Dreams? Haha that’s a funny word. Those are things you should always hold onto and keep making, yeah?”

“Hm? My dream? Can’t really remember the ones I’ve left behind unfortunately. Maybe I should dream of a day where I can do nothing but laze around in a warm room in a comfy bed. Don’t have to worry about noisy admins, stupid coworkers, crazy police people, and stupidly overpowered elite 4 members hunting me down.”

“Ahhh… That sounds amazing~”

-

Bobert used to have so many dreams.He dreamed of being Champion, he dreamed of making something out of himself, he dreamed of being famous, he dreamed of being rich, he dreamed of being a part of the international police.

He dreamed a lot of things.

Then one day he realized that there wasn’t any point in it.If you weren’t talented, smart, or strong enough then dreaming just lead to disappointment.

“...Heh. Got one.”

Recently having learnt that having Pokemon battles with other trainers yield more results for the growth of her partner, Marigold had been combing the area for potential victims. Unfortunately for her, nobody would give her the time of day. 

Must be scared of the punk rock, she thought.

But over there -- someone was sitting on the park bench. All Marigold had to do was walk on by and make eye contact. When two trainers’ eyes meet, it means a battle is brewing.

With a confident smirk, he adjusts her backpack and walks past this girl.

...

Oh, she didn’t seem to notice... Welp, just need to head back across her field of vision.

...And again ....And again...

Why the heck is she not battling me?!

Subtlety completely out of the window, Marigold just straight up looks at the girl and strafes sideways across her view.

“You’re SLEEPING?! Are you KIDDING ME?!”

The girl had been dozing; conked out on the bench and missing every time Marigold had crossed. She was evidently exhausted from whatever had kept her prior, but Marigold didn’t care for that detail.