Lars
he / him / his
thirty-three
july 26
alto mare, johto
don’t know, don’t care
ranger & courier
ex-head ranger
hiding behind masks [mission]
POSTED ON Sept 5, 2019 20:05:23 GMT
[attr="class","lars"] pokemon tag words 391 notes he's a terrible pirate lol | “I can imagine,” he continues, as he takes out an ivory pipe from his pocket—the very same one he often uses to smoke out of while he’s alone—and begins to search his pockets for a particular little pouch.
Shit, did I manage to get leaves this time around? Can’t remember! He thinks as he frantically feels around in his pocket. His fingers idly dance by several shrunken-down marbles; the Pokéballs of his team—before he switches pockets and finally pulls out a small pouch that he values as much as actual gold.
“Oh, here, allow me,” he continues as he sticks the unlit pipe back in his mouth and makes a grab for the piping-hot treat, careful to hold it while she reaches for utensils before they head out towards the tree she’d pointed out. He was a little uneasy, seeing as there were no visible bodyguards around, so his eyes kept scanning the crowd until they’d reached their destination.
“Arr,” he begins with a mischievous glint in his eye4, “…m’lady, I had a fight with some brigands,” he says, silently shaking with laughter at what he just said. Even if his own accent sounded borderline atrocious, he couldn’t resist the next few motions before lifting up the patch and winking at her with the other eye for a few moments before lowering it once more.
“Is rough bein’ a man o’ the sea, I lost me land legs for I’m a sealubber,” he continues in the same terrible accent, although there’s a hint of mirth and humor in his voice as he goes on. “M’ ship’s at th’ Lilycove Port,” he goes on, playing it up for maximum effect.
Unable to resist a few more seconds, he finally breaks into a fit of laughter before having to clear his throat a bit—very nearly losing his pipe in the process.
“Seriously, though… I’m still not so sure they’re really gone. It’s just—there’s something that’s bothering me, I don’t know why it keeps prickling at me… it’s more than that sense of unease,” he says quietly a few moments later, leaning in so close that only she could hear his musings.
“Even if they’re ‘gone’, I can’t help but be concerned…” he adds a few moments afterward, face screwing up into a serious mood for a few moments.
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