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Post by agentblue on Feb 17, 2012 12:05:37 GMT -5
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What a sappy sentiment, what a weird holiday.
What was a knight of the summit to think of a Valentines’ Celebration, anyway? The holiday had been created in a time so long ago, that the origin, the religion that the saint from which the very holiday was named, had been lost to the tides of time. It was more of a day for the faithless and fun, than a day that celebrated love anyway. Then again, it wasn’t a holiday that specifically abided to a legendary, it seemed like a celebration more of human spirit, than a holy-day.
Still, anytime ‘festival’ entered the conversation... even referring to a lesser, godless festival, Endellion still couldn’t help but finding herself planning to attend, as a representative of Terrakion, and the other lords. Her pokemon seemed to take to the idea of going to a festival pretty well too.
Ferrum was used to events such as this, bustling with people and pokemon, but, for once, he seemed to be enjoying the sights, the people, and the atmosphere. It wasn’t like a tournament of knights, where the pokemon were terrifying and powerful, and the knights just the same, there were actually little kids, elder folk, and pokemon of all sorts and levels running amuck with joy and happiness abound. He wasn’t hiding behind her as much, almost running off himself once or twice.
Aenea and Levis were the ones to stop him. Aenea was quietly and calmly observing the rituals enacted between the pokemon, humans, and ginjinka, and Levis...
Levi was currently bemusing himself by dragging Ferrum back by the tail to the bench with his teeth. He wasn’t as excited about the festival, but seemed to hope there’d be some little kids who might challenge Endellion to a battle... and he seemed to be cheerful about all the sweets people kept dropping.
He’d been munching on dirt-covered cotton-candy without too many qualms.
The only thing sour about the whole situation was the letter Endellion had received a few days earlier, more or less...well. The hell if she was about to believe the nonsense that was printed on the paper, which...
Which... well, damn.
Someone either liked her enough to make absolutely nonsensically romantic proposals and compliments towards her, or someone was an utter jackass and had a generic sense of romance and a moronic death wish.
After all, as a knight, Endellion knew more than enough about romance, even if she didn’t have much first-hand experience... So, damn it she even believed such a note in the first place.
A work of art?
Feh.
Whoever was so ‘in love’ with her didn’t seem to get her in the least...
She reckoned the whole thing to be a stupid, and irritating attempt at a very mean joke by her coworkers in the department, or some sort of mistake. She wasn’t stupid, she just planned to get even, if it was a joke, eventually. There was always throwing mugs out of windows and messing with the schedules...
Still, if someone actually... showed... up... Well, hell, her festival wasn’t about to be ruined by it. She could have fun dragging some poor sap along for the ride and not even freakin’ care if he meant it or not.
So, there she was, sitting at a bench near a rather terrifying looking roller-coaster, waiting for some creep or jerk who’d sent her a stupid and more than insulting note to show up. That was why she was still toting Kale around, despite how off-balanced the elegant hammer made her when standing.
Her choice of ‘traditional’ festival wear was probably her downfall, the tightly worn red kimono with golden and orange accents, the shorter sleeves and sash ornaments that declared her as a devout worshiper of Terrakion, the damned wooden sandal and socks. She hadn’t worn them in so long, (despite the fact they still fit perfectly), she had slight trouble walking. Aenea had even helped her do her hair up in a long pony-tail bun with a metal accent.
Why the hell did the monks make these things so hard to walk around in?
Bahhhh.
<Who are we waiting for, again, Endy?> Ferrum brought Endellion out of her thoughts with his soft mumble of, “Char... char?” The questioning tone lead her in the right direction, to which, she very quickly mumbled, “We’re waiting for... uhm...” She grumbled something to herself within her mind, but smoothed it out aloud, “... a friend of mine.... from work. They wanted to... erh...”
She was not about to tell her pokemon she was waiting for a creeper, whom had more or less told her to wait for her on a park-bench near a roller coaster, so he or she could tell her in person... Erh, f'ck. Whatever.
Oh? Someone wished to accompany you in the festival? A valentines festival? The psychic chime indicated amusement, and some hopefulness. Endellion pulled her shoulders forward, shaking her head slightly. “... It’s not like that, Aenea.” She half grumbled.
“I barely... even know them... I... eh.” She blushed and with much annoyance, glared at the duel type, who flittered about her, “Bronz...” <Heehee. Hear that, Ferrum and Levi? Milady has a date! A date, our fearsome knight of iron will->
Heehee-
<Is going on a dateeee->
Ferrum nodded slightly, but seemed to be busy trying to get Levis to let go of his tail. The sandile didn’t seem to be letting up, grinning at the charmander. Theirs was an odd relationship.
“Aenea, godsdamnthe-”
She was on her feet and trying to snatch the little psychic and steel type, rambling off italian curses and wobbling on her wooden shoes, Kale set upon the bench behind her, so she might have a better chance of grabbing the... disrespectful little bronzor.
What-have-you, this was probably what a just-as-confused fellow showed up.
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tagged :: Cori
notes :: Ahah, finally finished, hope I didn't ramble too much, I was sort of grasping at straws trying to get back on my feet. =3 [/style][/style] |
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Post by Kouki Hidaka on Mar 5, 2012 14:31:49 GMT -5
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While he had never been a fan of huge crowds and busy public spaces, Mitsuki still had to admit that Aether City’s Valentine’s Day carnival was absolutely amazing. There was just something different about this particular loud, bustling event; a kind of pleasant energy in the air that softened the otherwise unnerving chatter hanging over the fair grounds into comforting white noise. It sort of reminded him of how the granny who he worked for at the antique shop would often leave her ancient pokégear radio on at night to help lull herself to sleep. Of course, that was where the similarities between his home in The Canopy and this carnival in the heart of the main city ended. Back there, while it was definitely a safer place to live than the jungle, the aire was still constantly choked with smog and one misstep on the older plank bridges could send you plummeting down into the chaotic streets below. If you were luck, the fall killed you; if you were less so, then your fate was left in the hands of the shady denizens of the sprawling Jungle floor. The constant fears - of falling, of being mugged, or even of losing your life because you happened to be in the wrong place a tthe wrong time - seperated the people of the slums from the “true” Aether citizens far more effectively than any physical barrier.
Or, at least, that was true at any other time. But not today.
Today was a special day - not only because of the (admittedly cheesy) holiday, but because this was one of the few days of the year where a kid from the slums like Mitsuki could venture into the nicer parts of the city and not be laughed or chased out by the higher-class citizens. No, for this one day, everyone was free to be equal in the spirit of the holiday, and Mitsuki drank in that freedom alongside lungfuls of cleaner air than he had tasted in quite awhile. For all the blond teen’s insecurities about being here, the poor kid in his usual - though clean! - clothes and with barely any money to his name, he was still enjoying the breathtaking scenery and the bubbly atmosphere. It was bright here, and the air positively hummed with energy - not to mention the sounds of cranking machinery as the park’s rides roared to life, whisking their passengers away for a short thrill and leaving them shrieking in either fear of delight. Past the rides, the food stands, and all the cheerful pandemonium of the festival, he could just barely see the shadows of fair-sized buildings in the distance, safe houses sitting in silent wait for the more fortunate members of the carnival crowd to scurry or stumble home after their day of merriment.
Not for the first time, Mitsuki wished that there was some way to move granny’s shop over here, if he only had the means. He owed the elderly woman so much for taking him in, a complete stranger between jobs who suffered frequent bouts of amnesia, and he wanted to repay her for that kindness. But granny was stubborn and she refused to abandon the little antiques store she opened with her now-deceased husband almost fifty years ago. It did not matter who begged her, be it her own grown children, now living in the middle class district, or her neighbors, who worried about the old woman’s health, she refused them all with the same soft stubbornness. Besides, Mitsuki just did not have that kind of money - in fact, he barely had enough to buy anything here at the carnival in the first place, and most of what he did bring with him he already spent. Even so, he was determined to enjoy his day out, no matter what might happen.
“‘Near~y” Oh Mitsu~ki! A questioning cry and a pat on the forehead from a soft, fluffy paw drew the boy’s attention away from his thoughts to the Buneary flopped on top of his head. A warm smile tugged at the teen’s lips and he glanced up to see the brown-furred face of his only Pokémon gazing down at him with her best begging expression out in full force. He had to laugh at that look, letting out a chorus of chuckles even while he dug into his pouch for one of the two bags of candy stashed within, knowing exactly what his friend had her pleasding eyes on for. When he withdrew his hand there was a small, pale pink sphere of pecha-flavored candy pinched between his index finger and thumb, which he quickly passed up to the rabbit-like Pokémon. The normal-type accepted it quickly and daintily popped the sweet into her mouth before letting out a soft squeal of pleasure at the taste. It seemed that Honoka, too, was enjoying the festival - or at least the chance to gobble up pecha candies that came with it. Mere seconds after finishing the first, she was tapping him on the head again, begging for more of the treats. But this time her trainer did not give in, despite letting out a another chuckle at the Buneary’s pout when she realized that she would not be getting any more candy for a while.
“Hey, don’t be like that! You can have more later. We have to make this last, you know.” Especially since we don’t know when we might have the chance to get more, he said, tacking on the last bit silently.
“Buneeeary!” But you have whole other bag! Honoka pouted in return, her little mouth turned down in an exaggerated frown. Not that she was really all that angry at her trainer, but she still did not see why having some of the other stuff was out of the question!
Mitsuki did not always understand just what his Pokémon meant when she “talked” to him, but this time he seemed to get the message loud and clear if his sudden interest in the ground he was walking on was any indication. Honoka could already feel his body temperature - which was abnormally high for a human to begin with - increasing, which surely meant that her trainer was blushing. That turned her frown upside down in an instant, and she giggled as she watched her trainer sputter something about the second bad being off-limits because it was for his da-whoever he was meeting. The Buneary had to admit that her trainer could be downright adorable when he was embarrassed, especially when it was because for the first time he could remember he actually had plans on Valentine’s Day. Now if only this encounter they were heading toward could help him get over that case of social awkwardness of his. Which, not to be rude, he really needed, as Honoka had never seen him interact with anyone but granny for more than a few minutes at a time, and as far as she knew the only time he actually saw other humans was while working the cash register at the shop, running errands, or taking her for the occasional stroll. Other than that, the boy was a complete shut-in, and that needed to change.
If you asked Honoka, what Mitsuki really needed was confidence, and if this date-thing went well, he just might build some; that was what the Buneary hoped, anyway. Just think how much more fun life would be if he actually gained the confidence to make some friends, friends who might have Pokémon who could be her friends! After all, while she liked Mitsuki fine as a trainer, it would be nice to have some friends that could actually understand her, and since he showed no interest in catching other Pokémon, she would have to look elsewhere.
Unfortunately for both of them, Mitsuki felt anything but confident right now; in fact, he was starting to feel just the opposite. Thinking of the second bag of candy - containing chocolate roses because almost everyone liked chocolate - reminded him that he was supposed to be finding the rendezvous point where he would finally meet whoever sent that letter face-to-face. His ears burned red as he recalled the flowery language of the love-letter, wondering who on earth could possibly write something so downright embarrassing. Was it a customer who frequented the shop? He sure hoped not, since most of the antique store’s usual patrons were older ladies and gentlemen, which would catapult this situation way past awkward and straight into creepy.Or was it someone he’d met before, but could not remember due to his memory problems? That was a slightly less worrying thought, but he would feel downright horrible for forgetting someone so important. If only the writer gave him a name, something to investigate so that he wouldn’t be going into this completely blind!
Yes, it was official: Mitsuki had completely forgotten his let’s-just-have-fun plan now that panic about his “date” was setting in.
“Eary!” Hey, look! Honoka squeaked excitedly, pointing a paw towards a rather intimidating looking roller coaster, a sure sign that they were approaching the meeting point. Now they just needed to find the bench mentioned in the letter and...and hope that they weren’t too late. Mitsuki took a deep breath in an attempt to steel his nerves, which was easier said than done when it felt like he was sitting at the top of that roller coaster’s first hill, staring down at the sheer drop below him in frozen terror. Unvoiced fears assaulted him left and right - what if he wasn’t what she (or he) was expecting? What if they rejected him after taking a closer look at him? What if, what if this was all some kind of elaborate prank to make fun of single people on Valentine’s Day? For a split second, as the nervousness threatened to overwhelm him, Mitsuki considered bolting for the food court or something, but two things stopped him before he could unfreeze his feet to make a run for it.
The first was his conscience. What if by some chance the letter’s writer was being genuine, and he hurt their feelings by running away? He himself would never have the courage to send such an emotional letter to anyone, let alone someone he harbored a secret crush on. He had to respect, and maybe even kind of admire, that kind of bravery. Was running away really any way to show that?
The second was a sudden commotion rising nearby, a flurry of words in an unfamiliar language cutting through the air and snapping the unknowing Ninetales gijinka fully from his nerves-induced stupor. Curious, Mitsuki glanced away from the roller coaster and down to toward the source of the enraged voice to see...a young girl? Yes, a young girl in proper festival attire - not like his half-assed reuse of his ordinary clothing - chasing around a floating Pokémon (he thought that species was called Bronzor, but he couldn’t be sure) in front of a bench. The boy paled slightly, wondering if she was perhaps the one who sent the letter? No, it couldn’t be. She did not look happy to be here in the least - or maybe that was just because she was chasing one of her Pokémon around - and she was probably too young. Then again, people thought he was younger than his seventeen years quite often, so he could be wrong, but he was still wary of singling out the wrong person. He stood there blinking for a moment, trying keep calm and figure out how to approach the girl to ask her if she was the one who sent the letter without looking like a creeper, before Honoka decided to take matters into her own hands by leaping of her trainer’s head and running straight for the levatating steel type, eager to join in their “game.”
“Ah, Honoka, wait!” The blond boy cried, chasing after the Buneary with the ends of his scarf flying out behind him. But he wasn’t fast enough to catch her, and by the time he reached the girl, she was already jumping around trying to “tag” the Bronzor with an outstretched paw, thinking that the diminutive knight and her Pokémon were playing some kind of kid’s game.
“Bun bun!” Almost got it! She squeaked as her paw passed beneath the Bronzor’s blue steel again, before a pair of worried hands quickly scooped her up and into his arms. Mildly annoyed that Mitsuki interrupted the “game,” she squirmed in his grip while he tried to catch his breath. “Neary? Bun ear.” What was that for? I was just trying to play.
“G-geeze Honoka, you can’t just go running off like that in a crowded place like this. I could lose you.” Mitsuki panted for a second in concern before straightening up, pulling the Buneary closer so that she would not get away so easily this time. At least she found him a way to break the ice with the angry-looking young lady? I hope her temper isn’t as fiery as her hair, but from the looks of things that’s already a dead hope. “Um, sorry about that. She’s not really used to crowds like this.” He said and gave a nervous chuckle, skipping over the fact that he, too, was unused to such crowds. Now if he could just find a non-creepy way to ask her about that letter.... - - - - - because we'll definitely rise up! Words: ...youdon'twannaknow.
Tagging: Endy
Notes: Blegh bleh bleggity blegh, bad post. DX
Pokemon in party: Buneary - Honoka - level 5 [/style] coding by Cori |
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