eyes are red, the tears are shed [magnus]

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[STYLE=border-left:5px #CC3333 solid; width:250px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding:5px; color:#FFFFFF;] The sound of around a dozen people, gijinkas, and pokemon echoed about where they stood: fists to punching bags, the whirr of elliptical machines and treadmills, the clatter of weights and other training equipment... The young woman was practically breathing along with the sounds, the rhythmic energy reflected in her face. The pokemon that accompanied her was about as calm and happy as a person stuck under a two-hundred pound weight. The little blue and white bear’s eyes were glassy, as he’d been holding off on crying for a good while. The entire situation was worth crying over. He’d been so hopeful that the knight-girl was going to whip him into shape and train him into a great-big beastly bear... But, no, for some reason she was going to trade him away. The worst moment all morning had been when the scary buff-man with the rattata had come in asking if Endellion would trade the ice bear away for the greasy rat. Oh, Arceus, he’d thought she was about to do it, too... The bear snuffled, keeping his eyes to the floor. At least she thought he was worth more than a rattata. His last owner had given him away for free, under some impression he wasn’t worth the time of day... He let a small hiccup escape, and a few tears rolled away from his face. He was a good cubchoo! He was. He could be a mighty... mighty bear... His snuffling and sniffing didn’t go unnoticed by the knight of iron, who let out a slightly disturbed sigh, going for her jacket pocket. Out of the brown officer’s uniform appeared a clean, slightly yellowing, handkerchief. “Glacio...” She said, her eyes shut and her eyebrows slightly furrowed. The little bear didn’t look up straight away, still under the impression his crying had gone unnoticed. “... Glacio.” She said again, this time her eyes directly on him, “Please stop crying.” The little bear’s eyes turned upwards, half in confusion, half in the realization she was talking to him... Glacio? She kneeled over, on one knee, and wiped at the tears on his face, avoiding the curious look his glassy eyes had developed. “... sorry.” Endellion said softly, her eyes still meandering towards a wall. The little bear wiggled his arms, perhaps hoping for a hug. A ‘You’re forgiven, can we go home?’ hug. She left him hanging, avoiding his longing look. “I’m not trading you away because I don’t like you, or I don’t want you, Glacio.” She wiped at his nose, knowing the action to be futile, “You’re different than the rest of the team. Even me.” Glacio lowered his stubby arms, pulling them to his chest. Oh... She was still going to trade him away... He stared her down with slightly red eyes, and she eventually met his gaze, with a slightly faltering smile. “I seek those of the summit. I’m unfit to train any other beasts, such as you.” She poked him in the stomach, and watched him nervously growl, moving his paws to cover up the spot she’d poked. “Heh...” She grinned slightly, ruffling the fur atop his head. “I am of the summit. In your heart, I see you. You are of the vale. ... I have a breaking point... but, you... you do not.” After a moment, she picked him up, sort of cradling the bear in her arms, “So, for Arceus’ sake, do stop your crying, Glacio. I’m doing this for the benefit of us both. You need a trainer far more ruthless than I... and I seek a pokemon of the summit.” He shivered in her arms, and clung to the brown uniform jacket she wore. “Cubchhh. C... ch.. choo.” <... what? ... Wait, wait... Endy, what?> He had to sputter, staring out into the lobby and then glancing up at Endellion. Her diminishing grin was unreadable... He couldn’t tell if she was kidding or was being honest.[/style][STYLE=border-left:5px #CC3333 solid; border-top:5px #CC3333 solid; border-bottom:5px #CC3333 solid; width:260px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:5px; color:#FFFFFF;]word count :: 0695 tagged :: magnus notes :: Silly Glacio. No crying for you. [/style][/style]

[magnus]

I say oh, got this feeling that you can’t fight,
Like the city’s on fire tonight

It was… cold. No, he couldn’t outright say cold because cold was what his old home used to be. This was just chilly; below freezing point by just a few degrees and not more. He found the morning very uneventful; wake up, make sure he didn’t break his back in the middle of the night and get ready for the day… only today, he had to travel an almost ungodly distance to meet a woman from Epispect.

His Sandile for her Cubchoo. That was hopefully the deal; made about a week ago when he’d spotted her advertisement in the Epispect newsletter. Magnus didn’t have a need, nor did he have much interest in the little crocodile. However, Cubchoo and in turn Beartrics were often held near and dear because they reminded him of his childhood. No stuffed teddy bears for him; there used to be wild ones that roamed if he went far enough in a day. On top of that, his adoptive father had a Beartric as well. It was a mean old thing, grumpy as ever, but could take down the majority of Pokemon it was met with, even some fire types.

Ludwig was still asleep when he woke up, though he doubted he was really asleep and not just attempting it. Those ears were sensitive, and Magnus knew he’d have to have woken up the other man a couple of times while he got ready. He was quiet in the mornings, at least. The last thing he did in that room was scoop up the pokeball that held the Sandile and shove it in his pocket, not wanting to let it out just yet.

The Epispect Headquarters itself was huge. A tall building that shone black even in the daylight, and he stared blankly at it as he stood at the door. It was a familiar place, and yet he still didn’t love it as some others had come to. This was his job, something he liked to do luckily, and nothing much more. The gym was where he was supposed to be, and taking a last deep whiff of the filthy city air, he stepped through the carded glass doors.

He let the Sandile out then; the crocodile snapped his jaws and took a glance around the grand entry hall. ”San… dile…” He seemed uninterested for the most part and quickly followed behind Magnus as he wordlessly made his way through the building to the gym. It smelled of sweat and damp and he didn’t like it whatsoever, but he couldn’t actually complain.

Magnus was dressed neatly, trim and proper in every way, his hair slicked back smartly and wearing a crisp ground force military uniform. He eventually did spot the plumes of red hair he was looking for and approached. ”Hello… Endellion?” No need for a Miss; she wasn’t above him, after all.

Day turns to night, night turns into whatever we want
We’re young enough to say, oh, this could really be the good life

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[STYLE=border-left:5px #CC3333 solid; width:250px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding:5px; color:#FFFFFF;]Endellion was relaxing against something far heavier than she, that supported both her and Glacio’s weight rather gladly. She’d crossed one leg over the other, and simply let herself become invisible amongst the rest of the training individuals and duos. It was a short wait, thankfully, for once, and after a short while she was once again approached. The fellow who inquired after her was tall, but not tall enough to quite push her buttons. He was far too well groomed, blonde, blue-eyed, and dressed in some form of military uniform... Her own dress was similar, if lacking in a officer’s cap, and her clothes had been passed down for centuries by the knights and showed some wear... and her clothes heck of a lot plainer. Hers were the officer’s uniform of a soldier station in the far reaches of the mountains, and they hardly signaled her rank in the order... They were simply her size. Shen stared down the blue-eyed man for a minute, thoughtfully readjusting Glacio in her arms... If Herald had been the big muscled buffoon who’d thought Endellion would let Glacio go for a scrawny, oily looking purple mouse, then this must of been... “Magnus, right? Yeah, Endellion.” She said, uncrossing her legs and moving away from whatever she’d been leaning on. The back of a tall, heavy metal cabinet... or invisible air, it didn’t really matter. Glacio wiggled slightly in her grip, obviously distressed. The fellow that was addressing Endy... wasn’t as terrifying as the fellow who’d come before, but all the same... He squeaked slightly, and hid his face in Endellion’s chest. Which, she took rather well, for someone who usually pushed the affection of her pokemon away (when in public) in violent manners. She simply held the frighted bear out with a firm grip, saying, “And this is Glacio.” The silly bear stared up at Magnus with a snuffle, looking very, very nervous. After a moment of staring, he seemed to find himself intimidated, and hid his face behind his paws. Endellion assumed the Sandile was somewhere behind Magnus, and she could only hope it wasn’t as silly and shy with new people as the Cubchoo in her hands. [/style][STYLE=border-left:5px #CC3333 solid; border-top:5px #CC3333 solid; border-bottom:5px #CC3333 solid; width:260px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:5px; color:#FFFFFF;]word count :: 0368 tagged :: magnus notes :: --- [/style][/style]

[magnus]

I say oh, got this feeling that you can’t fight,
Like the city’s on fire tonight

It took the blond a couple of seconds to finally register that the woman standing in front of him was actually Endellion, and that she was more than a foot shorter than he was. Her height was what actually struck him first; having been around mostly taller people his entire life (minus his little cousin), this came as a bit of a surprise. She was also dressed in a much plainer uniform than he, in a design he couldn’t quite distinguish despite his life’s worth of military history training. It was odd, to say the least.

The fiery-haired woman seemed to be staring right back at him. He was unsure of whether she was sizing him up (no pun intended) or if she was trying to figure out if the trade was worth it. She confirmed that she was Endellion however, leaning away from the concrete support she was against, holding the white and blue bear in her arms. Magnus was the one who found himself a little… unimpressed, to put it in light words. He wasn’t a particularly cruel trainer by any means at all, but he’d like his Pokemon to not go running and screaming whenever something scary popped up.

The Cubchoo was held out to him, and he thought it only polite to show her the Sandile now. A small nod to the crocodile sitting behind him, and the Sandile was quickly scuttling around, snapping his jaws and peering curiously. ”This is the Sandile. You’re free to name him whatever you want. He’s a bit of a spitfire, however, so you’ll have to be careful.” In response to this, the ground-dark type snapped his jaws again in mild annoyance. Those teeth would be dangerous if one got their fingers in them.

He turned his attention to the Cubchoo now; he hadn’t seen those white and blue bears in such a long time. It was almost nostalgic, and he reached over to pet the little sniffling thing; it was obviously extremely nervous with him around. He’d barely looked at it and yet it was acting like he was the most horrifying thing in the world. ”Glacio, huh?” It was an interesting name, somewhat regular however. ”It’s nice to meet you.” He could at least be nice to it; he had nothing against Pokemon, after all.

Day turns to night, night turns into whatever we want
We’re young enough to say, oh, this could really be the good life

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[STYLE=border-left:5px #CC3333 solid; width:250px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding:5px; color:#FFFFFF;]The stranger’s, even more frightening: his possible new trainer’s, hand loomed forward... getting closer and closer to the snuffling bear. The ice-type’s eyes might have been shut, and his eyes hidden behind his paws, but he could more or less sense the impending doom drawing closer, and closer. He squirmed in Endellion’s grip, but she was rather firm... and seemed to think that there wasn’t much of a threat headed towards them. Glacio was more or less thinking the two same words over and over again in his head. Ohno, ohno, ohn... no? Glacio opened his eyes, pulling his paws away from his face and blinked at the warm hand ruffling his fur. The soothing motion led the little bear to relax slightly, slightly wagging the pompom of white fur that served as his tail, his face no longer hidden. He leaned into the Magnus’ hand, blinking at the words. Nice to meet you. “Cub. coo.” <Oh. ... uhm...> The little bear mumbled, unable to find words that quite expressed himself. Maybe... maybe he could apologize for being a scaredy-skitty? No, he was a scaredy-skitty, and apologizing for what made up part of his personality was rather silly. He fiddled with his paws, poking them together and attempting to ‘twiddle his metaphorical thumbs with the action. Magnus didn’t seem so bad, that much was obvious to him now. He was being petted, which was unusual for him. Endellion hadn’t been much of a physical-contact person, and his former-former trainer had been something of an abusive jerk. This was very nice, actually. More paw twiddling commenced as he tried to find his words. While Glacio was troubled with what he could do to indicate ‘Oh, you’re not too bad, sir’ without words, Endellion was eying the Sandile that was stomping about around near Magnus’ feet. It certainly seemed headstrong, something she could approve of in a pokemon... Though, dealing with the ego or the sass that came along with being headstrong would be something of a pain to get under control. Endellion could also already tell, the little duel-type was probably going to be a handful until it either trusted or respected her. Feh, she should have dragged Kale along. Much easier to make a point with a hammer and a bold declaration of ass-kicking and knighthood. Then, it was easier to trade pokemon with others without looking like a complete off-her-rocker nutcase. Endellion paused, thoughtful when she realized Magnus hadn’t named the little alligator. ... well, shoot, she’d need to get a better look at the little fellow. There were some pokemon... where it was quite easy to see them, know them by a glance within their eyes and their actions... Such as Aenea, her bronzor. Then, there were pokemon that it took a while for her to figure out. ... much like the little bear that was in her hands. Endellion slightly snorted, “There’s nothing I can’t handle.” She said in regards towards Magnus’ remark towards the Sandile. She hid her half-grin behind a lopsided smirk, granting the Sandile a long stare, hoping to meet it’s eyes, “I like a challenge.” Glacio had finally decided that the best course of action was to hold out his paws in the universal symbol for, ‘Can I have a hug, sir?', and to stare up at the man with a bit more intrigue. A hug would settle this, he was certain. [/style][STYLE=border-left:5px #CC3333 solid; border-top:5px #CC3333 solid; border-bottom:5px #CC3333 solid; width:260px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:5px; color:#FFFFFF;]word count :: 0578 tagged :: magnus notes :: hugs? [/style][/style]

[magnus]

I say oh, got this feeling that you can’t fight,
Like the city’s on fire tonight

The Cubchoo looked like he was about to cry, hiding his face and everything, and Magnus hadn’t even done anything yet but reach out for a pet. For a second he hesitated, not wanting to distress anything unless he needed to, but Endellion kept holding him out and seemed to be fine with it, so he pressed on. A small ruffle to the little bear’s head seemed to relax him, the little pompom tail waving around before he drew away. The Cubchoo’s fur was cold; he remembered his adoptive dad’s Beartric’s fur being cold to the touch too.

The little blue and white bear seemed awfully nervous, doing the thumbless equivalent of thumb twiddling as he seemed to mull the action over. Meanwhile, as he was possessed with seeing this Cubchoo through, Endellion seemed to take an interest in the Sandile at his feet.

The little ground-dark type saw the woman staring down at him and he smiled his crocodile-grin, snapping his jaws a few times to show off his strength. She seemed like a very good trainer, and it wasn’t like Magnus trained him at all. In fact, his current trainer seemed rather disinterested in him, and that was no good at all. He wanted action! He wanted adventure! He didn’t want to sit around in a dingy motel all day, trying to catch flies.

Magnus tilted his head slightly when the Cubchoo seemed to reach out for him in a hugging gesture. ”Oh… May I?” He was being awfully polite, and gently reached out to take the Cubchoo under his stubby little arms to hold him. The white fur felt cold to the touch and was awfully familiar. Ah yes, this was a Pokemon he could really like training.

”So, what do you think? The Sandile for the Cubchoo?”

Day turns to night, night turns into whatever we want
We’re young enough to say, oh, this could really be the good life

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[STYLE=border-left:5px #CC3333 solid; width:250px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding:5px; color:#FFFFFF;] It seemed like little Glacio was finally out of her hands... perhaps in the arms of someone more capable of turning the little bear into what he wished to be. She exchanged grins with the Sandile, before her face returned to it’s slightly grumpy expressionism. Nothing to it... but to do it, right? “...” Endellion fumbled for a moment in her jacket pocket, pulling out a trio of spheres. Two were collapsed, her indicator that these were the homes of Aenea and Ferrum, and the final was enlarged, but empty and hallow... as it was home to Glacio. Ferrum and Aenea could meet this new team-member later, she had an inkling neither would be too happy that she had traded Glacio away... but, she also knew that they’d eventually understand her reasoning. She clung to Glacio’s pokeball for a long moment, before nodding swiftly. “Glacio for the Sandile.” There was no turning back. She briefly patted the Cubchoo, muttering, “Good luck, kid.” Once more, a brief flicker of confusion and upset doubt seemed to attack the Cubchoo, whom stared at the red-head with somewhat sad eyes. “Choo.” <... you too.> “A fair trade, I suppose.” She held up Glacio’s pokeball, glancing slightly at the Sandile. What to name the little bugger... Vitrum? Hyalus? Arena? While good summations of the species the Sandile belonged too, she knew they didn’t quite match up. Formido? Hah. She’d save it for a ghost type. Tempestas? Meh, not even close. Gah, this was getting far too annoying to think about. She’d brainstorm better names at home, where the forge was singing and Kale waited for her return. It was all a matter of switching pokeballs and going their separate ways... Endellion wasn’t one for long good-byes. TRADING glacio the cubchoo male cubchoo with the ability snow cloak level five powder snow | growl [/style][STYLE=border-left:5px #CC3333 solid; border-top:5px #CC3333 solid; border-bottom:5px #CC3333 solid; width:260px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:5px; color:#FFFFFF;]word count :: 0253 tagged :: magnus notes :: mahhh musseeee [/style][/style]

[magnus]

I say oh, got this feeling that you can’t fight,
Like the city’s on fire tonight

The little bear in his arms wasn’t too heavy, but the coolness of his skin was an odd comfort. If the trade went through, he’d start training soon after and evolve the little cub into a bear in no time, just like his adoptive dad’s Beartric. He couldn’t help the relief, because it really was relief, when Endellion confirmed the trade at last. He didn’t have much to do with the Sandile, after all, and what good would it do to be keeping it confined to a Pokeball for the rest of it’s life, only to be dragged out as a last resort?

”Alright. Take good care of him.” Because really, what else could he say on the matter? While still holding the little bear at his hip, he fished around in his pocket until he found the Sandile’s pokeball and held it out to the fiery-haired woman. ”This one’s his. He might be more comfortable there.” Of course, there was no real way to be sure, but at least it wouldn’t hurt.

Now it was just a matter of renaming the little bear or not. Perhaps not, as a lot of the time, their names were a sign of their original trainer. Still, ‘Glacio’, in Magnus’ opinion, seemed a bit plain. And anyway, he much preferred names that were native to his homeland, especially if the Pokemon itself was also native. As native as one could get, and he supposed that was why he was partially attached already.

The little Sandile, seeing his home being traded, probably already knew what was going on. ”San.. dile…” Was this woman going to give him the adventure he wanted? He snapped his powerful jaws again, scuttling over to her feet and pulling on her pant leg. ”Hey, miss! Are you gonna bring me places?”

Smalltalk was required, was it? It was what regular people did after trades, after all, and as far as he could be concerned about it. He didn’t trade often, after all. ”Um… How did you get to join Epispect? You seem a bit young.”

Day turns to night, night turns into whatever we want
We’re young enough to say, oh, this could really be the good life

Sandile || Male || Intimidate || Ground/Dark || Level 7
Leer || Rage || Bite || Sand-Attack