#luano

"What? You're gonna rag on me all day for that? I sure as hell wasn't gonna apologize to her either," Caspian muttered under his breath. Out of earshot from the rest of the summer goers, he had to deal with Luano's constant reprimands.

"She was a Ho-oh."

"So what?" He spun on a dime. He leveled Luano with a glare. He lost his smile. "Just because she's some special bird, I'm supposed to give her some special treatment? Get real."

"Now you're acting childish."

Caspian rolled his eyes. "Tell me somethin' I don' already know." Maybe he shouldn't have said what he said. Maybe she was justified in her harsh remarks at the time. He had to rein in his reaction when she shot back at Luano in an accusatory tone.

His expression darkened. Luano had nothing to do with it. This went deeper than he wanted to talk about right now. She may have been nothing like the ones he experienced before, but just the sight of her unearthed some memories better left forgotten.

"Maybe if you didn't act like you were constantly twelve, I wouldn't have to talk to you like this." Luano sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "We were supposed to have a good time here-"

"I am." Then Caspian frowned. "You weren't?" It hadn't gone unnoticed by Caspian that Luano had attracted quite the crowd. Given his personality, he expected as much. His frown deepened. It was supposed to be both of them having fun.

"I was until I had to step in. Sometimes you gotta keep a level head around here. You know what you are, right? Let's not forget you're a Lugia and the power you'll get later on. You have to be mature," Luano said with emphasis. "Like what your moms have been telling you. Imagine if I weren't here when you and that Ho-oh. And you traded more than just words. You probably would've done something you would regret later."

Always the diplomatic one, Luano was. Caspian paused, folding his arms across his chest. "So what? It would have been my problem to deal with. Not yours."

Luano stopped. "Did you not want me to jump in?" Luano gave him an incredulous look. "Is that what you're saying?"

"That's not what I'm saying!" Caspian raked his hands through his hair. "Just maybe I should have dealt with it on my own." If he got in trouble, it should fall on him. He should be the one to fix it, no one else. It was a blow to his pride to see how easily Luano diffused the situation and flipped it on its head.

"Cas." Luano approached, placing a hand on his shoulder. "That's the whole point of us being friends…" He withdrew with a chuckle. "I knew you were dense, but maybe I need to remember the fact that you probably don't have much experience with this whole friend thing."

Before he could say much, he found himself in a headlock, Luano's arm around his neck, but he was all smiles and grins. "You're such a damn knucklehead. That's why I'm around to set your head straight. Your folks knew it too."

"Hey! Chill!"

"I'm Xavier. I came here with my little sister myself," she nodded to Kirina, who had taken up curling up in the bushes with their supplies and was currently glued to her Rotom Phone, trying not to appear uncomfortable while appearing uncomfortable.

"What brings you here? Enjoying the company, or are you the designated chaperone?" Xavier's eyes twinkled, the teasing obvious.

Luano took a single look at her feathers and her mischievous smile. He took a step away from her. “Keeping him in line is a far stretch,” Luano said dryly. “If he wanted to shake me, he could have but he respects me far too much to ruin this day for the both of us.” And his mothers wouldn't be too happy. 

He assumed it was pride. It could have been Caspian actually trying to impress him. Luano wasn't sure but Caspian stuck to him like glue sometimes. He frowned slightly, “He is an only kid… I guess I can see why.” 

Luano had a sister and brother. Older but still close enough siblings he could rely on in times of need. He sighed. His sister would rib him now about his current predicament, maybe even be proud of him. His brother would calmly suggest a way out of it. 

They were both people he went to for advice while Caspian had no one. Parents were different–they were hardly the same. The pressure was less-no bad feeling of guilt if you ever let them down. 

Siblings were better. They would tell you how it is with no filter, set your head straight, support you along the way. 

"I don't need some damn babysitter-"

"You wouldn't want me to tell your mothers you snuck out on your own."

The Lugia grimaced, ducking his head. "You wouldn't snitch."

"You don't know me too well." The Lapras said calmly, ignoring the sudden hot glare on his shell. "I like keeping my promises. And try not to get into too much trouble while we're here."

The Lugia grinned. "Me? Trouble? Luano, you know me. I ain't never been in the center of no trouble."

"It's your middle name, Caspian," Luano said dryly. As he entered upon the shore line, his shape began to change, a human ruse.

"Still dressed for the bar?"

"I more or less fit in. Maybe I'll make a friend or two. Try not to break any hearts out there. I'll never hear the end of it should it reach your mothers."

"No promises~"

[ It's beach time~ Caspian and Luano has joined in on the festivities! ]

Caspian

Luano

Luano struggled with his newfound legs, leaning against a palm tree for support. He exhaled sharply as he raked a trembling hand through his damp hair. He always tried this for the past few months under the veil of night. For a brief moment, a luminous blue ring circled his iris as he righted himself against the tree.

“I thought this would have gotten better,” he grunted under his breath. His eyes squeezed tightly shut as he strained. 

No one needed to panic at the sight of a mysterious young man coming from the oceans. 

“That'll give ‘em a new legend to chew on,” he gave a short laugh. 

Boom!

The loud sound sent him reeling on his rear. He stared with awe as the skies filled with dazzling lights. White noise filled his ears, the ocean waves lapping in feet, he watched as fireworks went off one by one, the blue light receding from his eyes. 

He reached out with a hand. “Raiden would kill to see this,” he breathed, voice filled with wonder. 

Side by side, he could picture his friend's face riveted by the same sky painted gold and red. 

Lapras and better references to be placed once obtained.

Relaxed; Good perseverance

Tag | He/Him | Young Adult | 6'4 (Human) | 8'06 (Pokemon)

Moveset: ??? | ??? | ??? | Sing / Ability: Shell Armor

Inventory:

Silver Wing

Prism Scale

About:

A frequent face among the Alola populace. Typically seen acting as a bartender during nights.

Important Events:

To be Filled

Relationships:

💕 Romantic | ❤️ Resentment | 🧡 Dislike / Annoyance | 💛 Guilt | 💚 Like / Friendship | 🌸 Gratitude | 💙 Distrust | 💜 Respect | 🖤 Fear | 🤍 Duty / Loyalty | 🤎 Familial

??? | 🤍💜💚💛 ‐----------------------- ??? | 💚💛

The more Kasimir spoke, the more Luano realized how out of depth he truly was. He had to give the man credit, Kasimir was more composed than he thought. He expected a complete and utter nerd out. He knew he wasn't going to slip out of this. Mentally he groaned at the prospect of further explaining what had happened. 

His lips twitched, his smile faltering slightly. “You're telling me.” His thoughts back to the horrified expressions of his parents grabbing him by the nape of his neck. He winced, remembering the sharp nip. He sank like a rock that day, flailing about like a Magikarp out of water. 

He chuckled at the mental image, gesturing with a wave of his hand. “It was… a lot.” 

It was enough to spook the hell out of his parents watching over. What once a friendly visit turned into an entire affair. By the Tides, it nearly scared the shells out of them. “I guess I started longing for it…”

That's how it always started. A simple desire. The humans were fun and friendly. The sense of togetherness he observed was warming and inviting. Being that he was, it wasn't exactly the same. How could a Lapras dance with flippers? How could one hug their loved ones close? A Lapras language was unique on its own, he still appreciated it but he started to want more.

The humans were different. It was an experience he wanted to try. 

“You say it's impossible but how else do you find out you could do what you're doing now?” Luano said, arching a brow. “By trying, right? To say we can't is a bit out there to me.” He hadn't a clue how strong Kasimir was and he didn't want to know. It went without saying to him, the dark sclera was a dead give away. 

A reminder of something otherworldly. He knew poking his nose in someone's business was wrong. Let them spell it on their own if they wanted to, not dig a hole deeper than he could climb out of. 

He folded his arms. “I have been hanging around too many of your people. No offense. Legendaries,” he admitted. It was no use tap-dancing around the subject. He knew what Kasimir was but not which one. He was a nice one at least and that made him ok in Luano's book. “Maybe one of them blessed me without telling me. My region is full of them,” he groaned. 

Ever since Caspian and his family arrived, it has certainly been lively… 

“It took years to even learn how to walk. Speaking was fine and all but new limbs?” He sounded fatigued. “Everything came out as a garbled mess and my legs were like noodles.” His shoulders shook. “I didn't remotely feel human but I was. But I don't have the ability Hydration like my mom does. It skipped me so I have to take a small soak twice a day to stay moisturized," he grinned. “Nothing life threatening but dry skin is a killer.”

He paused as Kasimir presented the book. It was incredibly fancy. Likely worth two or more paychecks at work. He whistled, “Are you sure you wanted to bring that out here? The sand and water could ruin it in a heartbeat.” It was the type he could easily see on display, cased, never to be touched. Then he remembered who he was talking to.

A legend. It put his worrying thoughts at ease. But something else Kasimir said stood out. “You write? Huh, I don't meet too many writers. Share with me one of your favorites. I'm interested! ” He scratched the side of his face. “Fantasy though. Yeah I can be in that. I am a walking miracle to some,” he laughed. 

His voice lowered into a whisper. “Can you keep a secret? I'm a man and all and I'm not supposed to be into this but I like romance and poetry if you get me…” His cheeks grew hot. “I-I just want to impress someone, that's it. I don't know if you heard about A Last Petal and Lapras’ Song-”

“Want to talk about it?” Luano asked quietly.

When the sound of the ocean was the only one to answer him, he shut his eyes. “I get it. We don't have to.”

It was in these moments he could see the gears churning inside Caspian's mind. The wildness and mischievous nature of his tempered down into a distilled disquiet as the young man gazed out into the sea.

“What made you want to come out today?” Luano asked suddenly.

“Huh?” Caspian snapped his head towards him. Shaking his head, he said, “I just didn't want to be at home today,” he muttered. 

“Everyone settling in okay?” 

“Everything is just fine.”

“Are you sure?”

A flicker of annoyance formed in Caspian's gaze. “Now you're naggin’ me like Mom.”

“Which one?”

A short chuckle escaped, warmness filling his eyes. “Very funny.”  

Luano grinned. “There's that annoying smile.” He was getting better at reading Caspian's language. Every individual had one, an unique tell, a say-on that stood out and made them readable. 

Caspian was simple and playing into it was something that came almost naturally for Luano. He wanted fun; he was all jokes. There was no true bite to his tone and body language. Just an energy that was catchy, infectious. Luano found himself playing along while Caspian was still trying to figure out his spot. 

So with him, Launo always kept his voice calm, matching his beat to his. Sometimes it was erratic but what is life with anuneven tempo every now and then.

“It's always like this when we move…,” Caspian started to say, his voice quiet. “No one can figure out what to do. No one settles. They're always… edgy.” His brows knitted together. “We never stay in a territory longer than a few months before we have to move again. And I kinda like it here. I'm tired of moving,” he grumbled. “That's why I asked Lele.”

Luano's brows hiked up. “You talked to one of the Tapus?!” And the worst one to boot. Lele wasn't known for kindness. 

“Keep it down!” Caspian ducked his head. “It was weird…” There was an odd look in Caspian's eyes. As if he was confused but fearful at the same time. “Scared the feathers off of me but I don’ know. Maybe we have to move agai’ and I-I feel like I blew it.” 

He was beginning to stammer at the end, his rushed words not making a lick of sense to Luano. But he was able to make it out. 

“Calm down.” Luano placed a palm on Caspian's lower back. “What did they say?”

“Nothin’...” Caspian averted his gaze. “I just took it. I didn’ want them to take it out on the rest of ‘em. I asked for it. After that, they just let me go.” The note of confusion lingered in his tone.

Even Luano found himself lost. From tales and whispers, he knew Lele wasn't exactly a forgiving type. A test? He frowned slightly. He would have to look into it later.

“It'll be ok, Cas. I think your family will be fine.”

“Really?” Despite the panicked look in his eyes, Caspian looked hopeful.