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Post by Seira Blake on Dec 26, 2012 13:45:42 GMT -5
Namida ga deru hodo kirei na aoi sora [atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=border,0,true]
| [style=background-color: #C0C0C0; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; line-spacing: 11px; color: #000; height: 100px; width: 100px;][style=font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #151B8D; font-family:georgia; text-align: Left; margin-bottom: -10px]Eleonora |
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[/td][td][style=background-image: url('http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l38/Sakural7865/Gx%20Pics/Jesse-Johan-FC.png'); width: 100px; height: 100px;][/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center] Yogoreta tsubasa de tondeikimasu Seira hummed softly to herself as she skimmed through the yellowed books for a cook book. Eleonora was hiding in her bag, since the library didn’t allow Pokemon out of their balls, the rest of her team having decided to rest in their balls until she took them home. She heard from her mother that there were old cook books saved after the disaster that hold interesting recipes, so she wanted to find one to look at it. She’d love to try one of the recipes inside, maybe there could be something she can remake to be her own. There was so much she could do with one, if she found one. So far, she found lots of things that relate to the world before everything went wrong but not one cook book. The librarians here where too busy filing and stacking books to help her, since there are more books saved each day that need to be looked over. Loosening her scarf some to help breath, she continued to skim through the selection in hopes this time she’ll find a cook book. She didn’t notice someone else down the aisle until she bumped into a very strong chest.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” she apologized quickly, turning to look at the person she bumped into. She had to tilt her head a lot to look into the stranger’s face. The hansom appearance before her made her blush the color of the red ribbons in her hair. Soshite anata no moto e ochiteyuku [/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center]
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Post by Ryan Brant on Dec 26, 2012 14:36:28 GMT -5
Words;; 453 Tags;; Seira Blake Eggs;; Layout by Kuroya Notes;; First thread, wheeeeee
Ryan stretched his shoulders as he walked, a part of him missing the clop of hooves behind him, but he knew it was for the best. Nora hadn't been feeling well the past few days, he could tell by the way she'd been picking at her feed, and he'd been getting worried about her. He knew he'd seen something like that back at the ranch, and if memory served, it was a simple thing to fix. He just couldn't remember exactly what it was he'd have to do to clear it up, which was why he was going to the library. Sure, he knew that he might be able to get the answer straight from a Pokemon Center, but that wasn't the way they'd done things back on the ranch. Besides, if he didn't try to figure out what was wrong on his own, what kind of a Trainer would he be? And worse, what if Nora was in the same problem again? He wouldn't know what to do to get her out of that pickle! Nah, he'd have to figure this one out on his own, and because he didn't want her to get worse, he had persuaded her to stay in her Pokeball today, though he knew that the look in her eyes before she'd agreed to rest had been a promise to come out if he was in trouble. He strode through the library doors, taking in the stacks for a moment with a hand shoved in his pocket before he tipped his hat back a little and dove into the search. Sure, he could always ask someone to point him in the right direction, but where was the fun in that? He'd always liked a good challenge, and this presented him with one! He ran his fingers along the spines as he walked, his eyes skimming the books as quickly as he could manage, and then he felt something warm bump into him. Blinking as he was brought out of his distraction, he turned his head to see a girl with short blue hair standing before him. He blinked, his brow furrowing in thought - there was no way hair like that was natural, meaning this had to be a Gijinka - and his hand began to drop to the holster at his side before he recognized her face. Sure, he couldn't put a name to it, but he knew that she wasn't an illegal. He gave her an easy smile, more at ease now that he knew he didn't have to prepare for a fight. "Don't be sorry, sweetie, that was my fault," he offered, holding out a hand. "I'm Brant. Well, Ryan, but everyone calls me Brant."
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Post by Seira Blake on Dec 26, 2012 17:28:20 GMT -5
Namida ga deru hodo kirei na aoi sora [atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=border,0,true]
| [style=background-color: #C0C0C0; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; line-spacing: 11px; color: #000; height: 100px; width: 100px;][style=font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #151B8D; font-family:georgia; text-align: Left; margin-bottom: -10px]Eleonora |
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[/td][td][style=background-image: url('http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l38/Sakural7865/Gx%20Pics/Jesse-Johan-FC.png'); width: 100px; height: 100px;][/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center] Yogoreta tsubasa de tondeikimasu Seira’s neck ached from having to look up to see the stranger’s face, but Seira couldn’t care. Her attention was fully on the man’s deep blue eyes, calm and smiling. She was so focused on them that she never noticed his hand drifting towards the holster on his hip or how his eyebrows cringed in thought before they eased and his hand rests against his side instead. Slowly she started noticing the rest of him – from his charming and easy smile to how his black hair was a thick mess under his dusty cowboy hat – and she felt her face grow as hot as a Moltras feather. She wanted to shy away from him then, feeling bashful like she does around most people she meets. Meeting new people was always the hardest thing for her, though when she pushed the shyness went away quickly. Fighting away her blush, that seemed to grow hotter when the man introduced himself – his voice intoxicating and the little ‘sweetie’ part didn’t help her flushed face – and offered his hand, she reached to firmly shake it as she said in her most steadiest voice. “Hello, it’s nice to meet you. My name is Seira, Seira Blake.”
When their hands touched Seira couldn’t help but be startled by how rough Brant’s hands were. They felt so – she couldn’t think of a word at that moment, she has never felt anything this rough before! She quickly raised her other hand to join the other, wanting to examine and feel his hand while her eyes glew with childish delight. Eleonora popped her head out some from Seira’s bag, wonder why her friend was shifting her weight from foot to foot like she did around people she just meets, a tiny hat on her head to help keep her warm. She sees Brant and chirps at him, believing him to be the person who was making her Trainer so shy, and also seeing him as a good perch since he was so tall. And that hat looked very interesting, more interesting than the one on her head, and big enough to be a good hidey-hole if she ever needs one soon. She would have fully come out if not for the fact that Seira said it was against the rules for her to and she didn’t want her friend to get in trouble. Flying types have to stick together, after all! Soshite anata no moto e ochiteyuku [/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center]
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Post by Ryan Brant on Dec 26, 2012 19:28:51 GMT -5
Words;; 383 Tags;; Seira Blake Eggs;; Layout by Kuroya Notes;; *tried to give him a bit of a southern accent, likely failed at it*
She was nervous, that much he could sense about her, judging by the crimson cheeks that made her look like a cutie, but she had a surprisingly firm handshake when she took his hand. He gave her an easy grin when she introduced herself. Seira... he'd never known a Seira before. He took a brief moment to muse over what her name might possibly mean - in his experience, names always had meaning of some kind - when suddenly he was jerked out of his thoughts by the feeling of another hand closing around his own, feeling his weight shift slightly to his back leg, body tensing in an instinctual reaction to a possible threat before he relaxed again, an easy-going grin on his face. The look that lit up her whole face in curiosity and wonder made her look young, and he couldn't bring himself to make that look leave her face quite yet. Instead, he pretended not to notice the way his hand was being examined closely by the girl before him, his eyes politely averted to scan the shelves around him in search of a book that might be able to tell him what was wrong with Nora, or at least jog his memory at any rate. He knew that the knowledge was deep inside his mind, something that made him worry a little about the dark whisper that Nora was getting colic and would die and he just didn't want to admit it to himself, but he pushed the thought back with some effort, not wanting to distress the poor girl. He didn't need to involve her in his problems, after all. After a few minutes though, it became painfully obvious that he had run out of books to look at, and he gave an uneasy smile, sheepish. "Um, not to rain on your parade or anythin' like that, but uh, I kinda need my hand back. Y'see, Nora's sick, and I know I know what's wrong with her, it's just a matter of findin' out what it is again so that I can fix her up again." He was rambling now, but well... he felt a need to justify himself to her, so he just went with it, too surprised to gather up any resistance to the idea.
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Post by Seira Blake on Dec 27, 2012 16:29:21 GMT -5
Namida ga deru hodo kirei na aoi sora [atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=border,0,true]
| [style=background-color: #C0C0C0; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; line-spacing: 11px; color: #000; height: 100px; width: 100px;][style=font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #151B8D; font-family:georgia; text-align: Left; margin-bottom: -10px]Eleonora |
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[/td][td][style=background-image: url('http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l38/Sakural7865/Gx%20Pics/Jesse-Johan-FC.png'); width: 100px; height: 100px;][/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center] Yogoreta tsubasa de tondeikimasu Seira quickly took her hands away from the one she was examining, embraced over her lack of self control. Eleonora had already retreated back into the bag, not the least bit curious about the stranger. Seira also felt bad for holding up Brant for so long, whoever Nora may be – person or Pokemon, maybe a Pokemon – they needed his attention now. “I’m sorry, Brant, do you need any help?” she asked, wanting to make up for wasting his time like that. “I know where the medical books are and I have some fore knowledge on Pokemon ailments – assuming Nora is a Pokemon, that is, sorry – and I didn’t mean to take your time like that!” She was rambling now, the foreign feeling holding her strongly and making her thoughts a mess. What was wrong with her! She mentally shook herself and took his hand again – forcing herself not to pause to marvel at the feel of them again or notice him stiffen before he relaxed – and gently guided him to the section he was looking for.
“Um, Brant, what are the symptoms Nora is showing? Maybe that will help us in your search…” Seira asked when they stopped, feeling more at ease now with his presence though still shy. Her shyness normally went away by now, especially when she’s helping people, but it just didn’t want to go! It only grew worse as she waited for his description; her mind had to fight to pay attention to his words over admiring his voice or just looking at him. Maybe she was coming down with something, she thought, something that easily came to mind when she didn’t feel well or she acted different from normal. She hoped it would go away soon, whatever it was, being sick had never been fun for her in the past. Soshite anata no moto e ochiteyuku [/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center]
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Post by Ryan Brant on Dec 28, 2012 15:47:10 GMT -5
Words;; 341 Tags;; Seira Blake Eggs;; Layout by Kuroya Notes;; *more accent, yes*
Ryan felt a small twinge when Seira let go of his hand, but he pushed it away with a little bit of effort, tipping his hat back a little when he saw her face seem to fall a little. "No worries, sweetheart, Nora's takin' it easy right now, she's not in danger of gettin' sicker quite yet," he reassured her, trying to get that delighted look back on her face again, though he blinked and grinned at her offer. "That's kind of 'ya to offer to help like that, I'll have to be sure me an' Nora thank 'ya when she gets better." This time, when she took his hand, he was expecting it a little, so the instinctual tenseness that came from being wary and ready to react to any potential threat, a response originally bred into him by working with the Bouffalant herd as a teenager but amplified all the more when he decided to start working for Epispect, was actually far less than it would have been otherwise, if only because a small part of him expected it and another part of him recognized that she wasn't a threat. That was he let her guide her about the library until they reached the right section. He swept his eye over the spines here, looking them over for a moment before he discarded each one in turn, speaking to her when she asked. "She's been off her feed, an' that's usually the first sign of a problem, though she's been sleepin' more than usual too," he rattled off, still scanning the shelves intently. He knew he'd find the right book, it was just a matter of locating it, and then he'd be able to fix Nora back up again right as rain, and then he could introduce her to the girl who’d helped him out and maybe spend a little more time with her too, it’d been a while since he’d been around such a cute girl and been in a position to do something about it, after all…
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Post by Seira Blake on Dec 31, 2012 20:37:48 GMT -5
Namida ga deru hodo kirei na aoi sora [atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=border,0,true]
| [style=background-color: #C0C0C0; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; line-spacing: 11px; color: #000; height: 100px; width: 100px;][style=font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #151B8D; font-family:georgia; text-align: Left; margin-bottom: -10px]Eleonora |
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[/td][td][style=background-image: url('http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l38/Sakural7865/Gx%20Pics/Jesse-Johan-FC.png'); width: 100px; height: 100px;][/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center] Yogoreta tsubasa de tondeikimasu Seira gave a nod to herself and Brant, recognizing those symptoms. Dot had the same thing the first days as her Pokemon from being in the cold for so long and she had the book at the time as studying material from her uncle, the coincidence leaving her grateful. “I think I know what you’re looking, Brant.” She walked over to a section of older books, worn by age and the disaster. She scanned through the selection until she found the book he needed and took it out. As a double check, Seira skimmed through the index until she found the ailment and turned to the page, reading over its description as Brant continued to scan the books in the isle. Smiling brightly as she finished, she turned and moved to tug on one of Brant’s sleeve to gain his attention. “I think I found what you’re looking for, Brant,” Seira said, keeping her voice down for the librarian’s sake, and the sleeping Pokemon on their person, but her excitement at being useful to him was noticeable at best. She raised the book up, the page wide open to show what was written there. “Is this it?” she asked to make sure, hopeful this was it. She didn’t want to unknowingly cause his Nora to become more ill by giving him the wrong information, or hurt the Pokemon in any way. She waited as he scanned the page with his good eye, blushing at the intense focus of his gaze – even though it was on the page she held up and not her. It reminded her of a predator bird. Then out of nowhere as she stood the idea of him being a Gijinka entered her mind, most likely from the reminder of a Flying type Pokemon being the cause. The idea made her feel giddy and warm. She didn’t have much time to entertain the idea of him being a Gijinka; her attention was brought back to the young man as he gave his answer. Soshite anata no moto e ochiteyuku [/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center]
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Post by Ryan Brant on Jan 1, 2013 10:48:48 GMT -5
Words;; 452 Tags;; Seira Blake Eggs;; Layout by Kuroya Notes;; I'm making this all up on the fly, but hey, in my head, it makes sense! Giant buffalo mon are different from little ladybug mon! *shot so hard*
Ryan's attention was focused on the tomes nearby, his sharp eyesight picking up on the titles for him to consider before he dropped them again with a shake of his head, a frown tugging at his lips. He just couldn't seem to find the right book, and the fact galled at him. He was worried about Nora, the Bouffalant had been his sole companion for two years now and his partner for a few more than that, even if she hadn't belonged to him at the time and was just helping him get by, and even if he forced it back rather well, that fear still lurked deep inside him, poisoning him with the thought that he could lose the only living creature who had ever shown a prolonged desire to love him and stay by his side. He had been so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't even hear her the first time she spoke, but when she tugged on his sleeve, he started, his free hand dropping to his holster instinctively. He had seen his fair share of dangerous behavior in his time as an agent for Epispect, so was it really so hard to believe that he would react so negatively to something he hadn't expected? No, no it wasn't, and his single visible eye was sharp, dangerous, showing that he was just as deadly as a Staraptor flexing its claws, but then he relaxed again when he realized it was just Seira wanting to show him something, the tension seeping out of his muscles as his hand drifted away from his gun again. "Hmmm," he hummed, scanning the page quickly before he shook his head. "Nah, the symptoms're for bug 'nd grass 'mon, Nora's a Bouffalant."
Something caught his eye over her shoulder though, and his brow furrowed as he pushed his hat back from where it had slipped down over the edge of his vision. "Hey, what's this?" he muttered to himself, reaching to grab the book and slide it out, the tome in surprisingly good shape given the disrespect that the written word had received of late. He opened the cover, ignoring the slight cracking sound it gave off, and flicked his eye down the page, scanning it before he frowned as one of the page titles tugged at his memory. Flipping to the page, he felt a pleased smile start to tug at the corners of his lips, realizing that this had been exactly what he had been looking for. "Ah, that's why. She needs less sweets in 'er diet, smoother Pokeblocks and Poffins're better for her. The sweet messes with 'er stomach, though she loves 'em too much 't say as much."
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Post by Seira Blake on Jan 1, 2013 14:04:59 GMT -5
Namida ga deru hodo kirei na aoi sora [atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=border,0,true]
| [style=background-color: #C0C0C0; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; line-spacing: 11px; color: #000; height: 100px; width: 100px;][style=font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #151B8D; font-family:georgia; text-align: Left; margin-bottom: -10px]Eleonora |
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[/td][td][style=background-image: url('http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l38/Sakural7865/Gx%20Pics/Jesse-Johan-FC.png'); width: 100px; height: 100px;][/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center] Yogoreta tsubasa de tondeikimasu Seira deflated a bit when Brant said that, sad that she didn’t find what he needed. “Sorry, just that Dot – my Ledyba – had similar symptoms before and I thought this would help.” Well, now she knew that his Pokemon is Bouffalant, something she should have asked Brant beforehand but didn’t, so now she could look for ailments for Normal types while she still had the book. Smiling, feeling better, she scanned the index for the Normal types when she felt Brant move past her, making a sound of wonder. She turned to watch him take another book like the one she was holding from the shelf and look it over. It mostly covered habits and diets of Pokemon, and the cause and effect of having too much or too little of something on a Pokemon. She watched him skim over, the worry hidden deep inside his one visible eye slowly melting away as he seemed to find what he was looking for. The pleased smile looked so well on his lips, stealing Seira’s breath away. What he said next snapped her out of her daze to giggle. Bloom was just like that, it took all her willpower to say no when the little Oddish wanted more. “Bloom sometimes has the same problem since she loves sweets. I try to limit her intake and mix in dry or sour flavors to help her.” She looked at the book in his hands as best as she could, still giggling. “Yeah, it would be best to give her smoother Pokeblock and Poffins from now on. I know some good recipes for them, among other things. Would you like me to write them down?” she asked, her giggle fit now over. She would love to meet his Bouffalant someday, if they kept meeting up after this. She also knew some good recipes to give a Pokemon their desired flavor without overdoing it. She reached into her bag to grab the notebook she keeps in there to collect her recipes, putting aside her own quest for now to help Brant give his Nora a better diet to help her heal. She didn’t know why she was acting like this, wanting to help him like this. Yeah, she loved to help people in need but never had she ever stayed this long or the person stayed this long. Nor has she ever felt such a painfully warm feeling in her chest, or this excited to please another human being. She’ll have to visit her doctor soon to find out why this was happening. Was it a side effect from the transfusion she had? They said there wouldn’t be any more after her hair changed color and her abilities came in, so why now? Seira decided to push her worries back for now, having already taken out her notebook with Eleonora chirping since her safe haven was breached so suddenly. She gave her Pidove a small treat as an apology, for she normally warns her friend before diving into her bag to get things. She gave Brant a sheepish grin, her notebook and pen ready for her to use. Soshite anata no moto e ochiteyuku [/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center]
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Post by Ryan Brant on Jan 1, 2013 16:14:20 GMT -5
Words;; 385 Tags;; Seira Blake Eggs;; Layout by Kuroya The sound of Seira's giggle - soft and soothing like the twinkle of wind chimes knocking against each other while dancing about in a gentle breeze - lifted Ryan's heart almost as much as the news that Nora was going to be all right did, the Staraptor Gijinka unable to stop a smile from spreading over his lips at the sound of it, though he didn't exactly want to try, not since it was easier to just let the smile he had bloom than to try to force a fake one. "'M usually more careful w' what I feed 'er, but it's been a busy week, so I'd gotten a little lax 'bout checkin' exactly how many berries 'm puttin' in the mixer," he explained a little sheepishly with a laugh. "I must've been gettin' clumsy with the sweet ones, but now that I know, I'll be more careful with 'em!" He blinked at her offer though, and before he could answer either way, she was ducking down to dig around in her bag, and the only thing he could do was chuckle and shift his weight from one foot to the other as he turned his head to look out the window to the little courtyard that the library had in the back of it and would use every now and again for various things. Right now it was covered in snow and ice, rather hazardous territory to be walking around in and a terror for hooved Pokemon like Nora. The Bouffalant had never liked the cold, not because they couldn't handle it because their fur was well-equipped to keep them warm when the temperatures would start to dip around Aether but instead because their hooves weren't always designed for ice, and they would sometimes have to slip and slide their way about until they could find purchase again, even the Ponyta they used to ride sometimes having trouble with the shoes to keep their hooves steady. He looked back again, blinking at the sight of her, and gave another sheepish grin. "Uh..." he stated, not really sure how to handle this. He wasn't a bad cook, he'd been taking care of his Pokemon since he got out from the farm, but he didn't want to hurt her feelings by not accepting his help.
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Post by Seira Blake on Jan 2, 2013 18:25:32 GMT -5
Namida ga deru hodo kirei na aoi sora [atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=border,0,true]
| [style=background-color: #C0C0C0; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; line-spacing: 11px; color: #000; height: 100px; width: 100px;][style=font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #151B8D; font-family:georgia; text-align: Left; margin-bottom: -10px]Eleonora |
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[/td][td][style=background-image: url('http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l38/Sakural7865/Gx%20Pics/Jesse-Johan-FC.png'); width: 100px; height: 100px;][/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center] Yogoreta tsubasa de tondeikimasu When Seira registered what Brant said after getting out her notebook, she felt really bad. He didn’t need her help anymore now that he knew what was wrong and how to fix it, since he just implied that he made his Nora’s food himself and knew what he was doing. She started to berate herself for getting so excited, her eagerness to offer more of her help most likely having insulted him greatly. “I’m sorry, Brant, I didn’t mean to imply you didn’t take care of Nora well…” she apologized, hugging her notebook to her small chest. Hearing her trainer’s sad tone of voice, Eleonora popped out to see what was wrong. Seeing the two she figured that the human guy in front of her did something to make Seira upset and flew out to scold him, not caring about some stupid rule about no Pokemon in the library. Seira’s eyes widened when the little Pidove flew into Brant’s face and began chirping at him like he did something wrong. “Eleonora, no! He didn’t do anything bad!” she whispered, dropping her notebook to take her flustered friend away from the tall man. She had to stand on her tip toes to even try to get the Pidove, but Eleonora decided she didn’t want to go back into the bag and perched on Brant’s hat, far from Seira’s reach and puffed her chest out. The guy deserved to be punished in Eleonora’s eyes and sitting on his hat seemed like the right idea. When she saw a hands reach for her she pecked in retaliation, not giving up her new perch or seeing who she peaked.
Soshite anata no moto e ochiteyuku [/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center]
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Post by Ryan Brant on Jan 3, 2013 11:50:55 GMT -5
Words;; 324 Tags;; Seira Blake Eggs;; Layout by Kuroya Notes;; IT'S TEN PERCENT LUCK, TWENTY PERCENT SKILL, FIFTEEN PERCENT CONCENTRATED POWER OF WILL, FIVE PERCENT PLEASURE, FIFTY PERCENT PAIN, AND ONE HUNDRED PERCENT REASON TO REMEMBER THE NAME. *shot*
Ryan could tell that he'd said something wrong as soon as he saw her face fall and her arms tighten around her chest, and the guilt that accompanied it was immediate. "Hey..." he murmured, reaching out to try to offer her comfort, but before he could do anything more, there was suddenly a Pidove in his face chirping at him in a manner that was vaguely reminiscent of a mother scolding a misbehaving child. "Whoa, whoa, hey, knock that off!" he cried, trying to catch the little Pokemon so that he could return it to the flustered Trainer before her, and then when the Pidove flapped up to settle on his hat, things changed. That was his hat dammit, he'd had it since the ranch, and he was not about to let some other Flying-type try to commandeer it. He reached up to try to push the Pokemon off, only to receive a sharp beak for his trouble, making him hiss in pain as his hand flinched back instinctively. "Hey! Off my hat!" he grumbled, shaking his hand out to try to get rid of the remaining sting before he went back to trying to shoo the little bird away, not wanting her to steal his hat, especially when the Pokemon didn't even belong to him. He was fighting the urge to flick out an Aerial Ace from his fingers in that elegant manner that had become second-nature for him ever since he had become a Staraptor Gijinka with all of its abilities and attacks, right there in the middle of the library too because dammit he liked that hat, and he wasn't about to just let anyone take it from him. It was an easier task when he remembered that he had already made Seira upset enough without adding hurting her Pokemon to the list, but still, it was a bit of a struggle to curtail the urge. He liked that hat dammit!
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Post by Seira Blake on Jan 3, 2013 13:47:07 GMT -5
Namida ga deru hodo kirei na aoi sora [atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=border,0,true]
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[/td][td][style=background-image: url('http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l38/Sakural7865/Gx%20Pics/Jesse-Johan-FC.png'); width: 100px; height: 100px;][/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center] Yogoreta tsubasa de tondeikimasu “Oh…” Seira groaned, looking around for any librarians. She remembered they were near this area and she didn’t want to get Brant in trouble because Eleonora was being awfully rude to the tall man (and breaking the rules). Her face scrunched into a scold when her feathered friend started peaking at Brant’s hands, her notebook and sorrowful emotion forgotten in place of righteous anger. “Eleonora, get off his hat right this minute! This is no way to treat new friends!” she scolded in a soft whisper, her tone strict as she hands rested on her hips like she did when mothering her friends. The Pidove in question cooed sorrowfully in her throat and stopped pecking, leaving Brant free to scoop her off his hat when she did. She didn’t know he was a new friend, Seira looked sad and the tall man looked guilty in her eyes. She didn’t mean to make Seira mad at her and she felt sorry. Seeing the mournful look in Eleonora’s eyes Seira relented some and took her into her arms, petting her feathers. “Brant didn’t do anything bad, sweet. I was sad because I insulted him,” Seira corrected, placing her Pidove back into her bag as a librarian walked by and she scooped up her notebook to make it look like she just got it out. Seira stood back up and look up to apologize again, this time for Eleonora’s sake. “I’m so sorry, Brant. She doesn’t normally attack people like that. Please, forgive her?” she pleaded, seeing as he still looked irritated. It just made her feel worse, now that he was mad as well as insulted. She gave a deep bow, her bag swinging forward as her arm clutched her notebook tightly to her chest. The length of free ribbon in her hair gently brushed against her cheek, a bright red against an equally bright blue. When she straightened back up, expecting his scold to still be there, she was surprised with the reaction he gave. Soshite anata no moto e ochiteyuku [/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center]
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Post by Ryan Brant on Jan 3, 2013 15:20:36 GMT -5
Words;; 381 Tags;; Seira Blake Eggs;; Layout by Kuroya Notes;; LOOK AT ALL THE EEVEES, AREN'T THEY ADORABLE? *shot*
Ryan had to admit it, staring at Seira as she put her hands on her hips and scolded her Pidove in a whisper with her emerald eyes sparkling with emotion, that she was rather cute. Of course, that thought was driven from his mind with a sharp shake of his head. What was he thinking? He couldn't afford to be in a relationship with someone, not when every day that went by could result in him going back to Aether in a body bag! That was part of the reason why he saw no problem joining up with Epispect, because there was no one waiting at home for him, so it didn't matter so much if he died. Not that he wanted to, of course, he valued his life just as much as the next guy, but the it was more a case of knowing that just because there was no one who would be hurt by his passing, it wasn't such a hard burden to bear putting himself on the front lines to push back the immorality of the big city. Noticing a distinct lack of a sharp beak going for his fingers, he reached up and scooped the Pidove up off his hat, bringing the Pokemon down in his hand just in time for Seira to take the dual type from him and hold it close in her arms. He saw the librarian coming their way before she did, his keen ears picking up the sound of the high heels that had him looking around warily for the source until he found it, and he found himself casually shifting his weight about, using his hips to curtain Seira and the Pidove from the librarian until the other person was gone, at which point he assumed a more casual stance with one thumb hooked through one of his belt loops. "No need 't 'pologize, sweetheart, she thought I was a threat 't 'ya, an' while I'd never hurt a cute girl like 'ya, she's a smart 'mon for bein' so quick 't protect 'ya," he stated, giving her an easy grin. "'sides, 'm sure Nora's done the same thing more than enough times 't other people that I can't get mad at someone for the same thing happenin' 't me."
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Post by Seira Blake on Jan 5, 2013 13:43:03 GMT -5
Namida ga deru hodo kirei na aoi sora [atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=border,0,true]
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[/td][td][style=background-image: url('http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l38/Sakural7865/Gx%20Pics/Jesse-Johan-FC.png'); width: 100px; height: 100px;][/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center] Yogoreta tsubasa de tondeikimasu Seira took in a sharp breath from just looking at the radiant calm Brant’s smile gave off, making her blush return full force from the sight. Relief also filled her soul when he forgave Eleonora, no hint of anger at the Pidove or her for that matter. “But, that’s no way to behave…” she protested weakly, arms wrapped even tighter around her notebook. She should really put it back, but Eleonora may try to come out again and she didn’t want to risk a librarian coming their way again. She started to fidget, looking this way and that in nervousness. “Um… would you like to sit down…” she asked to just say something; standing was starting to make her feet hurt. She never stood up this long; the sensation of being on her feet this long made them ache. Even while she cooked she took frequent breaks to sit down, too used to having to do so for her health. Giving a soft smile when Brant gave an answer, she walked the short distance to a set of tables near the row, reaching for a chair when she heard a small chirp. She knew the chirp wasn’t from Eleonora, she would recognize the chirp anywhere, so it was only natural to assume the chirp came from a different Flying type. She turned to Brant, her curiosity showing plainly on her face. “Do you by any chance have any Flying types in your party with you?” Soshite anata no moto e ochiteyuku [/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center]
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