#geneticxflaws

It was hard for him to explore Malie without feeling washed over by a certain nostalgia. Quite unexpected, seeing how this was literally his very first time coming to Alola. Though a reason for such familiarity seemed obvious enough. The archipelago no doubt benefited from its proximity to both Unova and the Eastern continents, and this city was a perfect melting pot of both cultures that wasn’t without reminding him of his few years in Johto.

Of a simpler time.

Quentin let out a sigh as he shook away the warm memory of his childhood in Olivine City and decided himself to move. He checked the screen of his Xtransceiver for the address he worked so hard to find. His only solid lead to start seeking him out.

The new Team Plasma cared very little for deserters. Most of them were harmless and couldn’t possibly do any prejudice to their new project on their own. They were traitors, and the Sages expressed much satisfaction at the idea of the weaklings weeding themselves out.

But that wouldn’t deter Quentin from wanting some of his old companions back. Not a single person he once called a friend remained after that fated day where the Legendary Dragons faced each other. And yet, he was still entirely assured of one fact: He wasn’t the one who had to doubt of his own resolve. He wasn’t the one being foolish for remaining at Ghetsis’ service. They were. They were and he would prove them why.

Going on without companions was hard. And even more so to him, who wasn’t even a trainer anymore. Risking the Sages’ ire for an unprompted absence from the Frigate would be worth whatever punishment would await him, if he could at least bring him back.

Finding the house was simple enough. As was pressing the button of the intercom. Really, the hardest part of his self-imposed mission was to finally decide himself to respond when the long drawn beeping was finally replaced by a familiar voice inquiring for his purpose.

He let two seconds of silence settle, before he finally responded into the machine:

Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours:

ATTRACTIVENESS:

   repulsive ― hideous ― ugly ― not attractive ― unappealing ― not unattractive ― meh ― no preference ― ok ― mildly attractive ― nice looking ― cute ― adorable ― attractive ― pleasant on the eyes ― good looking ― hot ― sexy ― beautiful ― gorgeous ― hot damn ― would tap that ― perfect ― godlike ― holy fuck there are no words

PERSONALITY:

   grating ― irritating ― frustrating ― boring ― confusing at best ― awkward ― unreasonable ― psychotic ― disturbing ― interesting ― engaging ― affectionate ― aggressive ― ambitious ― anxious ― artistic ― bad tempered ― bossy ― charismatic ― appealing ― unappealing ― creative ― courageous ― dependable ― unreliable ― unpredictable ― predictable ― devious ― dim ― extroverted ― introverted ― egotistical ― gregarious ― fabulous ― impulsive ― intelligent ― sympathetic ― talkative ― up beat ― peaceful ― calming ― badass ― flexible

HOW LIKELY THEY WOULD BE TO HAVE SEX WITH THEM.

   not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending ― fuck no! ― never ― no way ― not likely ― not sure ― indifferent ― i’m asexual ― maybe ― probably ― it depends ― fairly likely ― likely ― yeah sure ― yes ― would tap that ― hell yes ― fuck yes! ― wishing that could happen right now ― as many times as possible ― we are already having sex

LEVEL OF FRIENDSHIP:

   never in a million years ― worst of enemies ― enemies ― rivals ― indifferent ― neutral ― acquaintance ― friendly toward each other ― casual friends ― friends ― good friends ― best friends ― fuck buddies ― bosom buddies ― practically the same person ― would die for them ― true friends ― my only friend

FIRST IMPRESSION OF THEM:

   i hate them so much ― i don’t like them ― i don’t trust them ― they annoy me ― they’re weird ― i’m indifferent ― meh ― they seem alright ― they’re growing on me ― truce ― i think i like them ― i like them ― i’m not sure if i trust them ― i trust them ― they’re cool ― they’re genuine ― i think we’re going to get along ― i really like them ― i think i’m in love ― oh fuck they’re hot ― i love them

CURRENT IMPRESSION OF THEM:

   i hate them so much ― i don’t like them ― i don’t trust them ― they annoy me ― they’re weird ― i’m indifferent ― meh ― they seem alright ― they’re growing on me ― truce ― i think i like them ― i like them ― i’m not sure if i trust them ― i trust them ― they’re cool ― they’re genuine ― i think we’re going to get along ― i really like them ― i think i’m in love ― oh fuck they’re hot ― i love them

HOW GOOD OF A KISSER:

amethyst: what my muse would most like to be able to shape-shift into

Myra, attention craving pokemon that she was, had explored a bit until she located the break room. She nearly huffed in disappointment. The room that usually had a few grunts in it to lavish attention on her was.. empty. The frustrated yellow and black pokemon hissed quietly and wandered around, checking table and couch for people, until finally... she found a man who seemed like he was in no hurry to leave, sipping one of the hot beverages the humans liked. “Lisk?” 

Would he pet her? Only one way to find out. The lizard pokemon lightly head butted his leg, more of a nudge really, to get his attention and then made the puppy eyes. Really, of course he would pet her. All humans did.

Lorenz’s favourite spot in Slateport had to be the market. But far from the fresh produces, novelty rugs and handcrafted Poke Dolls that had made the place’s reputation, all he was here for was the TMs, artisanal Poke Balls, and latest issue of every League magazines he could find.

While he purchased all that fine stuff, Lorenz always let one of his Pokemons out of their Poke Ball. It often led to some pretty interesting encounters with other trainers... just as often as it led to pretty disastrous situations. Ever since some particular incidents, he had decided to never bring Spec and Karmin to the market with him ever again.

Today, he had chosen Demy to tag along with him. But at some point, the Poochyena had started to bark rather aggressively at some kid’s Zigzagoon. The grunt was quick to grab the canine creature before any incident could occur. There was no telling when Demy was being playful or downright predatory with others’ Pokemons, so he didn’t want to take any risks.

After a few minutes of keeping his Pokemon in his arms, Lorenz realized some stranger was looking at him. He slowly turned toward the new guy, and was... pleasantly surprised by how genuinely cute and somewhat attractive he was.

Convinced he was the object of that glasses-wearing newcomer’s attention, Lorenz smiled back, and waved at him

“I.. suppose you could say that, yes.” He watched idly for a moment as he.. believed his scraggy was attempting to court the woman’s magmar. Louis was indeed trying to puff out his chest and pulling his ‘pants’ way up to his neck. The scraggy’s energy was always refreshing but sometimes his little antics were a bit over the top.

“If he’s making your magmar nervous at all, I can call him away.” It didn’t escape his notice that the magmar in question was sporting a rare coloring, but at the moment that wasn’t at the forefront of his attention.

"Oh, I would more worry about your Scraggy if I was you. My Marcie is very patient, but she can only tolerate common Pokemons treating her like this for so long.”

At this point, she expected the man to react immediately, but he didn’t say anything and let the scene continue. Charlène cleared her throat, adjusted her glasses, and added on a much more aggressive tone:

“.... That was your cue to recall it. Please.”