mav
he | him | his
27 (now 31)
october 21st
lavender town, kanto
heterosexual
freelancer
ex-gym leader
a heart like a lion, burning like fire
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maverick noah ryder
practice time [c]
POSTED ON Feb 2, 2021 18:01:19 GMT
[attr="class","ryder1"] To be honest, Maverick didn’t understand what the purpose of natural gift was. He was told it could be very useful in battle, but it was unclear how. Warm orbs observed as his flying cotton creature lifted herself higher in the sky. He had her learn it purely base on what this person old him and nothing more. It wasn’t like the scarred man to do such a thing, more of the type to research something before just willingly change something. But for some reason, he didn’t this time and was already regretting the decision. He spend his money to teach her this. Money that could have been used for food or something else. Lips turned down, clearly disappointed. The blue and white dragon fluttered up into the sky. Her worried gaze fell to her masters, meeting his disappointing glare. Dejection and anxiety filled her, turning her head to face the sky and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath, trying to summon the power she was taught. A slow dim glow surrounded her form, casting a white shine to her coat. But just as she tried to summon the attack, it vanished. Frustration consumed the creature, not daring to look at her master as she sudden sent a beam of blue purple dragon energy out in a random direction without looking. The dragon pulse shot out from her, the normally calm altaria giving in to her emotions. A concerned voice rang out, both the pokemon and trainer turned to see that her random attack hit another mans creature by accident. Altaria expression shifted from anger to dismay, eyes wide that she just hit some one by accident. Her head hung with shame, flying towards the moth in hopes to give the creature an apology. Maverick growled to himself, both annoyed that the natural gift didn’t work and that his creature just hit a random pokemon. And not just any pokemon, another trainer’s. A sigh escaped him as his dragon rushed over to them. “Sorry man,” the gym leader called out, arms extended out above his head to give him a wave, “We were just practicing. I didn’t know there were others in the area.” The man strolled closer to them, offering a slightly apologetic expression. “I can offer some potions if needed,” he explained to him once he was closer, reaching into his pockets to pull out a max potion he had with him, “I’m sorry for the trouble.” Maverick shot his dragon a glare, Bleu ducking in shame from her trainer’s look. She turned to the moth, trying to apologize for her mistake. for Razz Kingsman at Rustboro City. super late but yeah. idk if you want to contiune or not. just let me know! [attr="class","wizzcred"]❤ wizz[newclass=".ryder"] [/newclass] [newclass=".ryder1 b"]font-weight:bold;color:#D19276; [/newclass] [newclass=".ryder1 i"]font-style:italic;color:#D19276; [/newclass] [newclass=".wizzcred"]font: monospace; font-size: 10px; color:#7a7a7a;[/newclass] [newclass=".wizzcred a"]font: monospace; font-size: 10px; color:#7a7a7a;[/newclass]
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