#piercingthebracketts

Adelyn’s not a fan of how angry she can get when truly pushed. She doesn’t enjoy feeling any negative emotion, but certain subjects will quickly bring her to that place where she feels miserable and enraged. However, she doesn’t like how blissfully unaware she can get at times where she’s JUST happy, and then finds that that happiness was all because of a lie or something.

Although arguably not an emotion, Grey hates how intimidated he gets by females, or feminine/feminine looking people. It takes him getting used to one of those people getting close to him for him to actually feel comfortable and be how he is with anyone else (IE: compare how he is around Chris to how he is around Adelyn; he’s all jokes with Chris, but just stares uncomfortably at Adelyn). Likewise, he hates how he still feels completely attracted to girls despite his near crippling fear of them.

εжз :What about nature do they find calming? What about nature do they find disagreeable?

Chris loves the sound of wind in leaves of trees, as well as trees in general. He finds forests to be particularly calming, the seclusion is nice, sometimes. What he doesn’t like is storms, because he knows how a certain friend of his is terrified of them. Also; Placida is terrified of them as well, and seeing that weavile scared is far from his favorite thing.

Adelyn’s favorite thing, however, is storms. She loves sitting in the rain and feeling the water crash against her, she also loves the smell of rain hitting dirt. Rain, storms, she loves them, a lot. She’s also fond of heights and caves, but she thinks that came primarily from living in Blackthorne as a child. Despite her fondness of storms, however, she’s not a big fan of large bodies of water. Ironically, she last lived in Slateport (which could be considered a peninsula).

Grey loves nature all in all. Really the only thing he doesn’t like is when the weather gets too hot or too cold. He’ll complain for a bit, but get over it after awhile.

☛ :What is their typical response to being given orders?

Chris will usually end up doing as told, as long as the order isn’t given rudely and is something he’d actually do. Though he’ll jokingly say no to those he’s close to (IE: His father tells him to wait tables, he’ll say no, then go and do so.)

Adelyn is much like Chris and will usually try and do as told, but she has a much lower tolerance for being instructed than Chris does. If she’s given no sort of break or choice on how to do things, she’ll be far from happy to oblige.

And then there’s Grey. Grey is never the type to be fond of being ordered around, and often will need to be able to trust someone and trust their better judgement to so much as THINK about listening to them. Otherwise, he’ll give a very unhappy look and politely (or not so politely) refuse usually.

❥ :Describe a verbal way they would express complete trust.

If Chris comes at you with complete and utter honesty; be it how he’s feeling at the moment, or with him coming out to them.

With Adelyn, the only way for it to be clear that she trusts you is if she tells you. Despite her naive nature, it can be hard to gain her trust, it all depends on how she reads you at first, and how her Pokemon feel about you. If Licorice accepts you and gets good vibes from you, then Adelyn will trust you without question unless you do something to break that trust.

She looked so apologetic, so tired, so sad - she’d just wanted him to be safe, to be happy. She fell asleep, broken and cold. 

There wasn’t a damned thing he could do about it but cradle her head and weep.

She’s gone. They’re all gone. Is anything on earth worth this? 

So many dead, dying, too far gone, and that monster dragon… still suffering. Why? How could anyone be so cruel? So full of deceit?

Those two others… One already fled. The other pressed on. What if she dies too….

Maybe he didn’t care anymore. Maybe he deserved this. Maybe he was too selfish before, and this is what he got for it. 

This was his comeuppance. It had to be. Why else could something like this happen? 

He didn’t deserve such good family. 

He was selfish and he needed punished.

In the stories, selfish hearts were the thing that transformed people into beasts. Maybe he was always a beast, he just didn’t want to see. 

The ice, like glass, mirrored his twisted form. Teeth like daggers, eyes like live coals, claws to stab and slash and crush…. Wild fur, wild face, heart beating faster with each razor-sliced breath. 

He couldn’t stay here. Not like this.He howled. The uproar shook the ship.

Night was calling.

Time to hunt.

[[Welp, that got long… Think of it as a teaser for things to come I guess?]]

❤ :Describe a physical action that shows complete trust.Rick: *watching suspiciously* “Why?”

Lavishing someone with affection, wanting to be near them all the time. Complete trust makes you somewhat of a living ‘security blanket’ and he’ll become anxious when he has no means of contact.

☤ :Is there anything about their health they are continuously on edge about? Something they disregard?

Rick: “No.”

[[He’ll disregard most physical pains unless they reach a certain threshold, due to years without access to reliable care. He’ll try and patch himself up, or play it off as just being sore/bruised. 

His mental state, though… That’s something he worries about all the time. Mostly on how well he’s handling his anger and other emotions. He’s always afraid of being too irrational and getting himself or others into a rough spot because of it.]]

✓ :Name at least two people who can trust them with their life.

Rick: “…. My team. Ai. Ms. Renner. And anybody who can’t look out for themselves in a fight and has no one else to do it for them.”

[[Ooh, these are so fun!

Rick’s the sort to be very protective of the younger competitors and spectators, as well as the ones who aren’t sure of themselves…

Actually, it’s funny. Rick will gladly protect most of the people present for this tournament, if he thinks they’re in that much trouble. There are really only a few characters that he wouldn’t risk his neck for.

Dragomir’s grunts, and the splashes of water had torn Ryia’s attention for a moment as she seemed to lean up to see what exactly had been going on. There seemed to have been a light chuckle from her end as she rose a finger to the scene. With a flick of her wrist as soon as Dragomir tugged, a Feebas had been yanked from the water.

At the force of which the Feebas seemed to fly through the air, Ryia had looked worried after she realised she might have used her own psychic prowess a bit too much in this regard. She often used it to mess with Dragomir when he was having trouble at certain things. In this case, however… the Feebas had ended up hitting a young looking woman and was a cause for concern.

“Ah, great – Arceus, I am really very sorry about what just happened…” Dragomir started to say rather hurriedly, dropping his fishing pole and running over to the young woman that had been struck by the flailing Feebas.

“That really hurt, y’know…” the young woman replied, her brow furrowed. She rose a hand to wipe now dampened blue locks of hair from her face.

“I… er… I am really sorry. I had not realised that someone would be behind me. ‘Tis not that long after dawn – I honestly had not thought that someone would be out this early…” Dragomir continued to apologise, glancing back to Ryia for a moment as he knelt down and took up the still flailing Feebas.

Ryia had closed her book and made her way toward the two. With a slightly apologetic look on her face, she said to the blue-haired woman.

“My brother honestly has nothing to actually be apologetic for, miss…” Ryia said, not attempting to sound offensive. “Erm… what I mean to say is… ‘tis not his fault that you were… struck. ‘Tis mine. I assisted him in ensuring his catch with my… power….”

As Ryia explained, Dragomir shot her a look that looked to have been both annoyed and unimpressed. He had taken the Feebas and thrown it back into the water after a moment. Returning to the young woman that had been assaulted by the Feebas either way, the prince said, “either way… I am extremely sorry that this occurred. If there is a way… to make it up to you? I suppose we can see to it that you have a wish fulfilled within our power.”

“Really, Dragomir… that seems a little much…” Ryia sighed, frowning.

“In any case, uh…” Dragomir started to say, looking to the young woman for a name.

“Vanesa…” the woman replied, her arms folded across her chest, and a somewhat disgruntled look on her face.