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Sept 21, 2019 14:57:00 GMT -8
Post by Marcus Drake on Sept 21, 2019 14:57:00 GMT -8
A little unsteady
The sun heated his ink black hair but not enough to chase the lingering chill that marked the season change. Back home, it rarely got that cold and if it did he wasn't nearby to feel it. Having decided earlier in the day to venture out for a walk, Marcus found himself and Anya arriving at the park. Just a curious place for him. He didn't grow up somewhere that everything was within walking distances. If he wanted fresh produce he just needed to head down to the market street. A few steps down an old road and he'd find himself half lost in the wilds. Querencia was both a culture shock and a place of wonderful beauty. Nevermind the fact of why his parents had insisted he moved out of the Hoenn Region.
He didn't want to dwell on it too long and refocused on the walk. He crossed the well-word threshold to the park. Anya giving an excited yip, darting away from his heels to bury her nose in a new by bush. Marcus watched his poochyena as he sought out a nearby bench. Absently rolling up his sleeves, Marcus kept a close on Anya. While he had been there since her birth, the young pokemon seemed to have a quiet disdain for her trainer. She'd often wander off on her own. Gnawed on everything in his apartment. A large chunk of his money had just gone to purchasing her Tyrunt strength chew toys. It wasn't easy to get her to listen, Marcus often stared in her direction wondering why she had become so defiant. He wondered if it had anything to do with the move. Perhaps she wasn't getting out as she needed. He made a quiet promise. For them both to get out more. A nightly walk, maybe a venture into the wilds for a battle.
It donned on him that she might be lonely. She came from his parent's pokemon. Their little pack. He watched her, trying to determine if his guess was right. While he'd never outwardly admitted it. Marcus good sympathize. Despite having a small apartment it felt too big to comfort, void of any conversation beyond him telling Anya to stop chewing whatever she had. Caught up in his thoughts of loneliness, Marcus lost sight of Anya.
Jumping to his feet he called out for her. Searching out for the ornery pokemon. He caught a fading glimpse of her fluffy tail heading down the road. "ANYA! COME BACK!" He shouted, nearly tripping over the cobblestone street in an attempt to chase after her.
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Sept 22, 2019 18:29:06 GMT -8
Post by Aria Vasilaki on Sept 22, 2019 18:29:06 GMT -8
words: 490 | Watching the seasons change. It was a peaceful and very enjoyable past-time, one that didn't require much travelling in a place like Querencia. With a large park full of trees and bushes right near the center of the city, it was surprising how this area made you feel as though you weren't within the city at all. With the only sights all around being shrubbery, the stone path, and the gorgeous fountain at the center, a sense of calm and quiet could fall over anyone. Surprisingly enough, despite having only just moved to Querencia days before and having a lot of things to do, Aria found herself at the park almost the whole time. With her sketchbook in one hand and a pencil in the other, she sat on one of the many wooden benches found at the edges of the path. Her eyes would gently dart back and forth between the page and what it was that she was drawing, which at that moment, as usual, was her Purrloin, Yuki. In front of her at the center of the path, the purple and cream-colored cat sat perfectly still, facing sideways from Aria's view and seemingly looking towards the slowly-changing leaves of the trees that loomed overhead. Even though the seasons hadn't changed completely, nor were leaves falling yet, the sketch that slowly came together on the artist's page was of Yuki in the position she currently sat in, only there was a falling leaf sketched within the cat's view. Half of the background appeared to be the slight patterning of the cobble path behind the Purrloin while the other half was where the path and the grass met. While there was no color yet, the sketch, to anyone but Aria, would appear as though it was already finished. But she still had much more to do, more to fix, more to perfect. This was the way an artist's mind worked; always look to make your work look better. Both beings distracted by their tasks, neither noticed a small dark figure rushing down the path in their direction. As something collided into Yuki, she let out a surprised yowl as she tumbled over. Quickly, the cat-Pokemon jumped to her feet, letting out a hiss at what she found was a Poochyena. Aria's gaze lifted from the sketch, eyes widening as she saw the little wolf run into Yuki. Before she could even really react, a voice called out. As she turned her head, Aria saw someone running down the path, a boy with black hair calling out the name 'Anya'. Her eyes turned back to that of the two Pokemon in front of her, the smallest feeling of slight frustration in her mind at the fact that it wasn't likely that Yuki would be able to get in the exact same pose. Of course, she wasn't mad or frustrated at Yuki for this. It wasn't her fault. But the Poochyena... multiply life by the power of two |
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Sept 22, 2019 18:44:47 GMT -8
Post by Marcus Drake on Sept 22, 2019 18:44:47 GMT -8
A little unsteady
He wanted to die, curl up in a little ball and forget he had ever lived on this earth. He had watched in pained slow motion as Anya collieded with the purrloin. The two pokemon jumped apart, Anya with her hackles raised despite being the one to cause the problem. Perhaps in her run she had turned back to look for Marcus to ensure he was following and didn't see where she was headed. Nevertheless, Marcus' ears grew warm. Embrassment quickly turning into shame. "Good going brat," He wanted to utter the phrase but elected instead to scoop Anya up into his arms. She protested. Of course, still, Marcus held firm. Her hindlegs kicking as she attempted to loosen his grip. Anything to get out of his arms and back to the ground. Eager now to sniff and explore the pokemon. Marcus refused to relent. Hoisting her up to instead tuck her under his arm, supporting her with his hip. Anya huffed at the situation, growling softly but it didn't sway Marcus. "I'm sorry about her, she doesn't listen very well," If his hand had been free, he'd offer a handshake. Unable to, he awkwardly shrugged his shoulder. "Is your purrloin okay?" His question genuine. Anya gave another huff as it to say. You're worried her then me!" A pro in ignoring Anya's huffs and puffs, Marcus waited for the other trainer's reply.
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Sept 22, 2019 19:15:50 GMT -8
Post by Aria Vasilaki on Sept 22, 2019 19:15:50 GMT -8
words: 503 | As the other human approached, the Purrloin remained frozen in place, fur along her back standing on end and claws unsheathed while facing the Poochyena. A low growl rumbled through her throat, her eyes never leaving the small wolf in case it tried anything. When the boy scooped up the pesky Pokemon, the Purrloin darted sideways, jumping up onto the bench with Aria. Watching as the little scene played out, Aria looked to the boy and his Poochyena, head ever so slightly tilting to the side. The Poochyena seemed so rambunctious and eager to be away from him, yet he held the Pokemon with such familiarity. It was clear that this was a trainer and his partner, but they were so different, or at least it appeared so. As his gaze turned to her, she realigned her head and brought herself back to attention. "Oh..." She was unsure what to say at first, taking a second to rehear his question and what he had said before it. As she recalled it, she lightly nodded. At this, the Purrloin found her way up the back of the wooden bench, putting her claws away before climbing onto Aria's bare shoulder. A warm smile formed on Aria's face as her gaze turned to face her Pokemon, reaching a lanky hand upwards to rub her fingers across the cat's ears. "She will be fine." The two seemed to almost forget about the boy and his Poochyena for a moment as Aria comforted and calmed the Purrloin, her eyes holding a look of gentleness in them as she gazed at her companion. Upon realizing that she was accidentally ignoring the boy, Aria quickly looked back to him, redish eyes locking with his violet. Upon examination, this trainer seemed to be new to the region as well, or at least she only assumed so by how he was dressed. Most of the people she had seen were dressed with more outdoorsy clothing or clothes meant for working in general. This boy was more so clothed in very casual clothes that were dark in color and didn't really seem to fit in. Though, she couldn't say anything in the ways of clothing. She didn't exactly fit in too much with the locals either. A red off-the-shoulder top, short black shorts, and red-brown boots didn't seem to be a regular outfit in Querencia. That wasn't going to stop her from wearing it, though. This was her favorite outfit, after all. Even though she wanted to continue her sketch, she didn't want to be rude. She knew very well that if she started sketching again, she would get into that distracted mindset she was known for and would likely start ignoring him again, which she wouldn't mean to do, but it would still happen. After setting her sketchbook next to her on the bench, she looked to him once more. "I'm Aria, and this is Yuki, " she stated, reaching up to give another little scratch to the Purrloin on her shoulder's ears. multiply life by the power of two |
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Sept 22, 2019 19:59:52 GMT -8
Post by Marcus Drake on Sept 22, 2019 19:59:52 GMT -8
A little unsteady
He chewed his lip, waiting for he reply. The last thing he wanted was to get himself a bad repuation. Anya finally gave up fidgetting, deciding to instead play dead. Relaxing full to put a further strain on Marcus' grip. Lucky for him, Anya had been the runt at birth. While she was growing and filling out, she hadn't yet reached her average weight. He could in theory hold onto her for a bit longer. Until she picked up another antic to try and pester him.
He too relaxed when the girl said that her pokemon would be okay. Glancing down at Anya, a poor attempt to scold her with his eyes. She paid no attention to her trainer, keeping up her antics of playing dead, tongue lolling out.
He watched for a moment as the girl's pokemon ventured to sit on her trainer's shoulder. Content and calm. Marcus envied their relationships, even more so now that Anya had given up being dead. Her powerful jaw gnawing at his side. While she didn't intend to hurt him, she did keep it up to annoy him. Anything to let go.
"I'm Marcus and he is Anya," At the sound of her name, the grey-black pokemon perked her ears up. She gave a yip in greeting, making the connection if she played nice she'd be let down again.
It was then Marcus realized Aria had been sketching. Curious and without any creative talent to call his own, Marcus motioned to the book. "Are you an artist?" He asked lamely, grunting slightly when Anya's head nudged his stomach. Her efforts their peak. While he considered putting her back into her Pokeball, he couldn't convince himself to go through with it. He had when he first got her and the pitiful sound she made upon coming out unsettled him. His parents told him it was because he hadn't waited long enough for her to get comfortable in the ball before letting her out. Nevertheless, he never returned her to it. Unwilling to hear such a sound again.
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Sept 24, 2019 10:56:23 GMT -8
Post by Aria Vasilaki on Sept 24, 2019 10:56:23 GMT -8
words: 353 | It was quite interesting to watch these two interact. The Poochyena, now known as Anya, was very high-energy and was also very quick to change emotion and action. Judging by the way the boy, Marcus, handled the little tantrum the Pokemon seemed to be having, this must have been a common occurrence. It appeared as though the two were partners, but if that were the case then why did the Poochyena seem so defiant and reckless when it came to her trainer? It was an odd relationship, though Aria wasn't going to question it. Everyone's bond with their Pokemon was different. Unfortunately, Aria wasn't one for small-talk. So where their interaction would go after introducing one another was unknown to her. The temptation to send the pair on their way, attempt to get Yuki back in place, and continue her sketch was growing by the second. Luckily for him, he spoke up with a question that definitely kept her attention. As a matter of fact, Aria's eyes almost appeared to brighten at his mention of her being an artist, almost like a child eager to show their drawing to their parents. Reaching over and grabbing her sketchbook once more, she turned the book around to display the work in progress to him. To him it may not have appeared to be a work in progress. It likely appeared as though it was completely finished already. Yuki's form, her markings, the falling leaf and the small lines drawn to show the pattern of the roots, the small and large patches of cobblestone carved within the path, the grass. Even the slight outline of the trees in the background. Yet Aria wasn't done, nor would she be for a while. This was still just a sketch. She still needed to lay out the darker lines, shade, add color, and put on her signature. Those things weren't technically necessary, but those were the things that she did when she drew. It was just a sketch until you made it something more. "Yes, I am. That is part of the reason I came to Querencia, " she stated. multiply life by the power of two |
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Sept 28, 2019 8:45:43 GMT -8
Post by Marcus Drake on Sept 28, 2019 8:45:43 GMT -8
A little unsteady
Finally, after moments of struggling, Anya gave up entirely. However, the fire in her eye didn't waver. Knowing his pokemon well enough not to let her down just yet, Marcus adjusted how he held her. She snuggled closer to him slightly, but he didn't trust her. The moment his grip lessened would be the moment she bolted from his arms, sprinting off in some other wild direction.
Being shown Aria's sketch, Marcus' brows rose. It was good. His only creative talent came from how quickly he could learn the layout of a new town. He only needed a handful of hours and he'd have a basic plan in his head. A few days and he'd have the entire thing mapped out.
"Wow, you are talented," His reply genuine. "I was sent to Querencia, but that's a long story," He offered only a glimpse into his past. Unwilling to say much more.
Perhaps aware of her trainer's discomfort about the direction the conversation took. Anya nudged his shoulder. The rare moment of kindness she gave him.
"Well I'll leave you to it...it was nice to meet you," Marcus dipped his head in farewell, stepping back a bit before turning on his heels and leaving. Heading for home.
W O R D S M U S I C xxx T A G Aria Vasilaki - closed/finished? OUTFIT xx
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