Post by Kouki Hidaka on Apr 9, 2012 13:01:51 GMT -5
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Mitsuki
let's go, let's go, let's go together! - - - - -
For Mitsuki, afternoons off usually meant one of several things. If the weather was lousy, he would just hide in his room all day with Honoka, or just nap away the hours until it was morning and time to mind the shop again. On more pleasant days he would sometimes take strolls around the Canopy or - when feeling particularly brave - wander into Aether City proper to kill time either in the marketplace or the park. Rarely did he ever even consider going anywhere else; for one thing, he was not welcome in the most of the more dignified areas of the City and for another any places besides the canopy that weren’t located there were too dangerous for a guy like him with only a few Pokémon and poor self-defense skills to even think of exploring. The same generally applied to the areas outside the City’s walls, yet here the blond teen was standing underneath a clear blue sky, glancing out across the calm waters of Lake Antebellum and breathing in the fresh air of the wilderness.
Fluffy white clouds dotted the heavens above like giant, cuddly Swablu wings, their reflections rambling softly across the Lake’s still surface and occasionally obscuring the sun’s mirror image in imitation of their celestial counterparts. Every so often, a shadow passed overhead as a flying-type either left or returned home to the trees by the lakeside, but other than that there appeared to be no Pokémon out and about to prowl this particular stretch of shore. Even the water-types beneath the water’s surface seemed content to stick to the deeper reaches of the lake today, which Mitsuki was grateful for. Though he could never put his finger on why, water-types kind of unnerved him, just like the feeling of raindrops splattering against the skin of his shoulders sent unpleasant tremors down his spine. Sometimes he even imagined that the droplets hurt, scalding his skin with their touch, but that had to be all in his head...right?
The boy shook his head, dislodging the unsettling memory. He was staying far away from the lake, so there was no reason to dwell on what might possibly be delusions which in turn could be related or unrelated to his “blackouts.” With those worries firmly shoved away and locked up tightly in a little mental box, Mitsuki turned to give the little picnic area he set out earlier a last quick once-over before he unleashed the chaos that was his trio of Pokémon on it. A faded quilt with a blue-and-red checkered pattern separated three bowls of Pokémon food from the ground, while a basket off to the side held a single plain peanut butter sandwich for himself along with the strange, multi colored Pokémon egg he had found on the shop’s doorstep just this morning. It struck the teen as odd that someone would just go and abandon an egg like that without leaving so much as a note, but then again, Aether was a strange city. Keeping it felt kind of rude when he already had three good Pokémon, but he could not bring himself to switch it over to a neighbor’s door, fearing it might lead to a cycle of rehoming for the poor thing. He would just have to keep it until it hatched, then see if whatever it was inside that colorful shell wanted to stay with him or if it would be better off with another, more experienced trainer.
Seeing that there was nothing amiss, the blonde nodded in satisfaction at the sight - he knew very little about being a trainer, but what he did know was that Pokémon loved to eat and that feeding them was a good way to bond with them. Er, at least in theory. He glanced down at the trio of pokéballs with a bit of uncertainty as he strode over to the blanket and plopped himself down on it right beside the bicolored spheres. It seemed to work well enough on Honoka, but she was kind of clingy to begin with, so who was to say if the two new additions to the team would have a similarly positive reaction to this spontaneous picnic?
Well, there’s only one way to find out. The boy thought with a gulp, picking up Honoka’s ball and holding it in his gloved hand first. Might as well start with the Pokémon he knew best, right? He gently pressed the white button in the center of the sphere and the ball popped open with a flash of bright red light, and when it faded his first Pokémon sat there blinking up at him, her long ears raised and alert instead of curled to the top of her head as was the habit of most Buneary. The normal-type glanced around, curious to see greenery for once as opposed to the city streets, before the scent of the Pokémon chow caught her attention. The rabbit’s button nose twitched as she sniffed at the air, but before she could turn and dash for one of the food bowls her trainer blocked her path with an outstretched arm and a shy, apologetic smile. “Wait just a second Honoka! I-I was hoping you could keep an eye on the others once I let them out, just in case a fight starts or something. Would you do that for me?”
“Buneary!” The fluffy bunny chirped in reply, though Mitsuki could see that the Pokémon food still held most of her attention. He gave a half-nervous, half-amused chuckle at that, thinking that his plan might be right on the money after all. Then he took a deep breath, summoned his courage, and quickly jabbed the opening mechanisms on the two remaining Pokéballs.
Another flash of light filled the area, more intense than the first, and when the glow died down this time there were two Pokémon blinking in the sunlight instead of one. The first was a small bear with orange-ish fur and a pale crescent moon on his brow - a Teddiursa that he had quickly named Tsukio. The second was an even smaller gray-skinned bug, although a thick coat of green leaves hid most of that skin from sight. This was Shunji the Burmy, who like Tsukio, Mitsuki knew next to nothing about, but hopefully a day of eating and playing by the lakeside would change it. Nervously, the boy cleared his throat as the two newbies acclimated themselves to the sudden change of scenery, drawing two pairs of curious and cautious eyes to himself. “Uh, hey there! Remember me? In case you forgot, my name’s Mitsuki and, and I guess I’m your new trainer.” He said with more energy than he felt. “I, um, I thought that a picnic might be a good way for us to get to know each other, so go ahead and dig in. If you want to.” A bark of worried laughter left his lips, as he doubted his Pokémon heard anything after the phrase “dig in” from the way Tsukio and Honoka took off for the waiting bowls of food and immediately began chomping down mouthfuls of the stuff. The Burmy lagged behind, however, glancing warily between his trainer and his lunch.
I guess he doesn't trust me yet, the boy thought with a twinge of disappointment, though he had to remind himself that this was normal. Slowly so as not to startle the creature, he scooted over to the bug-type’s side and reached out a hand to pet the creature. “Hey, it’s okay, there’s nothing to be afraid of - ”
Before Mitsuki’s hand could touch the Burmy’s head, the Pokémon let out a frightened squeal, throwing up a Protect that deflected the incoming pat. Instinctively, Shunji could feel what the teen himself did not yet know of - the fire-type blood coursing through his veins. Instinct made the bug-type flinch back in fear, and it was only when the boy withdrew his hand in surprised that he wriggled over to the food at top speed, frantic to put some distance between himself and his trainer. Hurt, the blue-clad boy dropped his hand to his side while Tsukio and Honoka paused in consuming their meal to look from their trainer to their teammate in confusion, the looks on their faces asking what was that all about? and Mitsuki could only shrug his shoulders in reply. “I wish I knew,” he murmured softly, looking at the shivering bagworm hiding behind his food bowl. What’s got him so scared all of the sudden? Am I really that terrible a trainer? The boy sighed and shook his head at that thought, banishing it. Sure, he might be a poor trainer now, but wasn’t that why he was doing this? To break the ice with his team?
Cautiously, so that he did not frighten the Burmy more than he already had, the unknowing Ninetales gijinka crawled over to the basket with his own food but did not take it, opting instead to roll over on his stomach and place a hand on the Easter egg’s curved surface. It was hard and smooth beneath his palm, like most eggs, giving no clue as to what lurked just beyond the shell. And will you dislike me too? He wondered as he rubbed it, not sure if the team’s bonding session had failed before it even began.
Fluffy white clouds dotted the heavens above like giant, cuddly Swablu wings, their reflections rambling softly across the Lake’s still surface and occasionally obscuring the sun’s mirror image in imitation of their celestial counterparts. Every so often, a shadow passed overhead as a flying-type either left or returned home to the trees by the lakeside, but other than that there appeared to be no Pokémon out and about to prowl this particular stretch of shore. Even the water-types beneath the water’s surface seemed content to stick to the deeper reaches of the lake today, which Mitsuki was grateful for. Though he could never put his finger on why, water-types kind of unnerved him, just like the feeling of raindrops splattering against the skin of his shoulders sent unpleasant tremors down his spine. Sometimes he even imagined that the droplets hurt, scalding his skin with their touch, but that had to be all in his head...right?
The boy shook his head, dislodging the unsettling memory. He was staying far away from the lake, so there was no reason to dwell on what might possibly be delusions which in turn could be related or unrelated to his “blackouts.” With those worries firmly shoved away and locked up tightly in a little mental box, Mitsuki turned to give the little picnic area he set out earlier a last quick once-over before he unleashed the chaos that was his trio of Pokémon on it. A faded quilt with a blue-and-red checkered pattern separated three bowls of Pokémon food from the ground, while a basket off to the side held a single plain peanut butter sandwich for himself along with the strange, multi colored Pokémon egg he had found on the shop’s doorstep just this morning. It struck the teen as odd that someone would just go and abandon an egg like that without leaving so much as a note, but then again, Aether was a strange city. Keeping it felt kind of rude when he already had three good Pokémon, but he could not bring himself to switch it over to a neighbor’s door, fearing it might lead to a cycle of rehoming for the poor thing. He would just have to keep it until it hatched, then see if whatever it was inside that colorful shell wanted to stay with him or if it would be better off with another, more experienced trainer.
Seeing that there was nothing amiss, the blonde nodded in satisfaction at the sight - he knew very little about being a trainer, but what he did know was that Pokémon loved to eat and that feeding them was a good way to bond with them. Er, at least in theory. He glanced down at the trio of pokéballs with a bit of uncertainty as he strode over to the blanket and plopped himself down on it right beside the bicolored spheres. It seemed to work well enough on Honoka, but she was kind of clingy to begin with, so who was to say if the two new additions to the team would have a similarly positive reaction to this spontaneous picnic?
Well, there’s only one way to find out. The boy thought with a gulp, picking up Honoka’s ball and holding it in his gloved hand first. Might as well start with the Pokémon he knew best, right? He gently pressed the white button in the center of the sphere and the ball popped open with a flash of bright red light, and when it faded his first Pokémon sat there blinking up at him, her long ears raised and alert instead of curled to the top of her head as was the habit of most Buneary. The normal-type glanced around, curious to see greenery for once as opposed to the city streets, before the scent of the Pokémon chow caught her attention. The rabbit’s button nose twitched as she sniffed at the air, but before she could turn and dash for one of the food bowls her trainer blocked her path with an outstretched arm and a shy, apologetic smile. “Wait just a second Honoka! I-I was hoping you could keep an eye on the others once I let them out, just in case a fight starts or something. Would you do that for me?”
“Buneary!” The fluffy bunny chirped in reply, though Mitsuki could see that the Pokémon food still held most of her attention. He gave a half-nervous, half-amused chuckle at that, thinking that his plan might be right on the money after all. Then he took a deep breath, summoned his courage, and quickly jabbed the opening mechanisms on the two remaining Pokéballs.
Another flash of light filled the area, more intense than the first, and when the glow died down this time there were two Pokémon blinking in the sunlight instead of one. The first was a small bear with orange-ish fur and a pale crescent moon on his brow - a Teddiursa that he had quickly named Tsukio. The second was an even smaller gray-skinned bug, although a thick coat of green leaves hid most of that skin from sight. This was Shunji the Burmy, who like Tsukio, Mitsuki knew next to nothing about, but hopefully a day of eating and playing by the lakeside would change it. Nervously, the boy cleared his throat as the two newbies acclimated themselves to the sudden change of scenery, drawing two pairs of curious and cautious eyes to himself. “Uh, hey there! Remember me? In case you forgot, my name’s Mitsuki and, and I guess I’m your new trainer.” He said with more energy than he felt. “I, um, I thought that a picnic might be a good way for us to get to know each other, so go ahead and dig in. If you want to.” A bark of worried laughter left his lips, as he doubted his Pokémon heard anything after the phrase “dig in” from the way Tsukio and Honoka took off for the waiting bowls of food and immediately began chomping down mouthfuls of the stuff. The Burmy lagged behind, however, glancing warily between his trainer and his lunch.
I guess he doesn't trust me yet, the boy thought with a twinge of disappointment, though he had to remind himself that this was normal. Slowly so as not to startle the creature, he scooted over to the bug-type’s side and reached out a hand to pet the creature. “Hey, it’s okay, there’s nothing to be afraid of - ”
Before Mitsuki’s hand could touch the Burmy’s head, the Pokémon let out a frightened squeal, throwing up a Protect that deflected the incoming pat. Instinctively, Shunji could feel what the teen himself did not yet know of - the fire-type blood coursing through his veins. Instinct made the bug-type flinch back in fear, and it was only when the boy withdrew his hand in surprised that he wriggled over to the food at top speed, frantic to put some distance between himself and his trainer. Hurt, the blue-clad boy dropped his hand to his side while Tsukio and Honoka paused in consuming their meal to look from their trainer to their teammate in confusion, the looks on their faces asking what was that all about? and Mitsuki could only shrug his shoulders in reply. “I wish I knew,” he murmured softly, looking at the shivering bagworm hiding behind his food bowl. What’s got him so scared all of the sudden? Am I really that terrible a trainer? The boy sighed and shook his head at that thought, banishing it. Sure, he might be a poor trainer now, but wasn’t that why he was doing this? To break the ice with his team?
Cautiously, so that he did not frighten the Burmy more than he already had, the unknowing Ninetales gijinka crawled over to the basket with his own food but did not take it, opting instead to roll over on his stomach and place a hand on the Easter egg’s curved surface. It was hard and smooth beneath his palm, like most eggs, giving no clue as to what lurked just beyond the shell. And will you dislike me too? He wondered as he rubbed it, not sure if the team’s bonding session had failed before it even began.
- - - - - because we'll definitely rise up!
Words: 1559...sorry. My first posts are always long. '>.>
Tagging: Rene!
Notes: Mystery Egg Count: 1/7
Pokemon in party: Buneary - Honoka - level 5
Teddiursa - Tsukio - level 7
Burmy - Shunji - level 4
Tagging: Rene!
Notes: Mystery Egg Count: 1/7
Pokemon in party: Buneary - Honoka - level 5
Teddiursa - Tsukio - level 7
Burmy - Shunji - level 4
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