NONNIE, NYX
HE/HIM
27
December 12
Ballonlea, Galar
andressexual
Enforcer
GRUNT
in the low lamplight i was free, heaven and hell were words to me
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onyx straub
hunger (gym)
POSTED ON Jan 26, 2023 23:13:45 GMT
[attr="class","thad"] [attr="class","thadmain"]Onyx recognized the lobby for what it was, and that was a shrine to Raikou, albeit done in the fashion of a ten-year-old boy’s bedroom. He found it ostentatious at best and, at worst, almost nauseating. But such overt god-worshipping fell well in line with what he imagined most Leaguers to be like. What was the point of wearing your lucky Raikou underpants if no one asked to see them, y’know? The talking head behind the desk rattles off something Onyx is fairly sure they ripped from a Spinarak-man comic but he manages to force a smile. “Thanks,” he said, and it sounded so sardonic as to be genuine. He pathed his way through the gym as directed, following the signage he felt was only lacking the Roadrunner jumping out from a painting and smashing Wil-E Coyote with a fucking hammer. Gym Leader Devlin was slinging a saddle down from his Jolteon. After everything, Onyx was a little disappointed he didn’t have garish purple hair run through with yellow streaks or a ridiculous Raikou outfit, but was, instead, just a normal-looking guy. He was so focused on the fracture of the illusion that he almost forgot he had to respond to his fake name. “Uh, that’s me,” he said, pretending to be properly awed by the grandeur of the gym around him, and distracted as such. In reality, responding to Jett’s name had tweaked something in him, like a busted wheel bearing being jostled out of place by hitting a speedbump too hard. They had switched places all the time, as children-- usually when Jett went to take his exams, and he would stay at home, being Jett-- and he hadn’t expected being summoned by her name to remind him of that, of all the fucking things. “Nice to meet you,” he managed, returning the firm handshake with his own-- gloveless, boring, normal-- hand. He managed to avoid having to greet all the Pokemon when Josh was distracted with calming his Jolteon-- who, if he had to be honest, was the best fucking part of this whole charade thus far, because she was massive. “Two at a time, beat you first. Got it.” It was all so boringly simple, as though the concept of battling-- even battling fast-- was anything nouveau. It was just a fast battle, for fuck’s sake. Anyway. He called out Cruceum and Lucan, his Metagross and Pinsir, then stepped up into his own hydraulic box to be lifted above the battlefield. As the hydraulics hummed and the box rose, Cruceum stretched and shook their limbs, agility preparing them for the battle ahead, while Lucan hopped from one foot to the other, snapping his pincers, sword’s dance likewise boosting them for the fight to begin. tl ; dr + metagross and pinsir are out + metagross uses agility, pinsir uses sword's dance [newclass=.thad] font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; [/newclass][newclass=.thadmain] margin: 0 auto; width:330px;background-color:#2b2b2b;padding:45px;text-align:justify;font-size:11.5px;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:.5px;[/newclass][newclass=.thadtag] text-align:right;font-weight:bold;margin-bottom: -15px; padding-top: 15px;[/newclass][newclass=.thad b] color: #876C7C; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.thad i] color: #876C7C; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.thad u] text-decoration: none; font-style: italic; color: #876C7C; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; font-weight: bold; [/newclass][newclass=.thad a] text-transform:uppercase!important;font:800 13px Poppins!important; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.thadpoke] width:420px;background-color:#272727;height:60px;background-image:url(https://image.ibb.co/dMFuMc/flower.png);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:center right;text-align:center;padding-bottom:15px;margin: 0 auto;margin-top:-10px;[/newclass]
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