fay
he/him
18
November 10
paniola town, alola
pansexual
ranger
cadet
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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faolan ashbaker
the first leap [m]
POSTED ON May 16, 2024 16:43:55 GMT
[attr="class","samcam"] Only a few days had passed since his initial arrival at the Mauville airport, and already Faolan felt like he'd been simmering there for ages. To jump so abruptly from eighteen years worth of sheltered, small town life to the bustling vibrancy of city living felt like an earth-leveling change. Mauville City felt so vast and so cramped at the same time, hosting opportunities for exploration flanked on all sides by advertisements and various other desperate attempts at fishing coin from one's wallet. Luckily, the promise of material possessions didn't particularly tempt him -- if anything, it just added to his stress. After successfully signing up for the rangers, he was more than eager to bid Mauville City adieu, pushing his way into the unfamiliar but much more bearable Hoenn wilderness on what would become his first mission. Faolan was from a drier part of Alola, but he wasn't unfamiliar with humidity and the general presence of water. He felt almost at home here on the path of Route 118, and as Whiskey carried him to the edge of the shoreline, the sparkling mouth of the river that fed into the stretching ocean filled him with a welcomed sense of tranquility -- something he hadn't felt in weeks. Finally he was here, and he was ready to prove to the world that he was more than just an overlooked ranch-hand. Young and naive as he was, he hadn't yet fully realized the dangers that being part of the league brought him, but for now, he lived in blissful ignorance. He'd suspected that he'd be paired up with a mentor during his earlier ranger missions, though what he hadn't expected was to be paired with Mauville's gym leader. Faolan liked to consider himself the cool and collected type, at least outwardly, but the truth was that everyone could sense his silent panic. To say he was intimidated was a vast understatement, and all the boy could think about was ultimately disappointing this impressive figure. As they stood at the shoreline, Whiskey turned her head and offered her trainer a look of mixed worry and sympathy, though Faolan promptly ignored her attempts at reassurance. With his lips tightly pressed, Faolan glanced over at Josh with what he thought was a blank expression, though it really looked more like he was in terrible pain. " So...there were, uh...reports of an injured Pokemon here?" At least his tone sounded fairly normal, if a little forced. He swept the expanse of the water with his eyes, though he noticed nothing but the rippling surface. How would they seek this Pokemon out, if it hadn't already been devoured by an opportunistic predator? [newclass=.samcam] [/newclass][newclass=.samcam b] color: #d49736; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam i] color: #d49736; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: dashed 1px #d49736; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam a] text-transform:uppercase!important;font: 800 15px Poppins!important; [/newclass]
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