golden boy
cute
twenty-seven
september 23
slateport city
najwa
narcissist
who knows
let's come to terms- and embrace it. concur, admit, concede, and face it. i'm cute~
TAG WITH @kim
kim cole-essam
As they walked- or rather as Kim walked- the discussions held with the pokemon were disjointed, yet strangely, Kim couldn’t help but indulge as that had been granted to him. And even stranger, Kim was finding the presence of this imp enjoyable… is this okay? Should he be concerned? Wasn’t this called stockholm syndrome or something? It was hard for him to think after all the time he had spent in the desert, so he could maybe give himself a little leeway when it came to feeling some type or way… right?
When they had finally approached their destination, his eyes, would peer over the first real man-made thing he’s come across in a while- and none to his surprise, he would have to enter at the behest of another rather than for his own enjoyment.
At least the imp was willing to help, an offer Kim was quick to deny.
“I got this.”
He says before walking forward, sending out a few pokemon to aide him in his task, a quick briefing being enough for them to understand their roles.
Through the desert walks a figure, beckoning ever closer to the ruins as the sands shift under his weight. His poise is calm and captivating enough for the focus of the Claydol to lie on him as he slowly sauntered forth, his expression calm. A shadow quickly passes overhead.
When at an adequate distance, he gives a loud whistle, the attention of the Claydols now fully on him as he set a hand on his hip. His eyes looked to the sky as a Volcarona hovered over it’s destination, an Ambipom dropping from the moths back and quickly descends downward, Kim smiles and points to the centermost Claydol, eyes on it.
“I like ya’ cut, ‘G.”
[player]https://www.mboxdrive.com/dN6QluYGWwd4KZGE_1597640024.mp3[/player]
As he finishes, the Ambipom slams onto the Claydol, both tail-palms slapping against the “back” of the pokemons head with a water pulse- the middle pokemon fainting with that anything but stealthy assassination.
Unable to hold his composure any longer, Kim chuckles, the Aipom splitting the attention of what remained of the Claydol between it and Kim, two groups giving chase to the both of them as they split- the Ambipom furthering into the ruins while Kim ran back the way he had came.
The Ambipom, while easily able to maneuver through the ruins, was unable to fully run from the guardians teleportation. But the plan was never to fully run away to begin with. In reality, two groups were easier to deal with than one large one, and with type advantage on their side, the Ambipom was quickly able to turn on the chasing Claydol; the Volcarona rejoining to deliver a mighty bug buzz to the golems as a distraction while the Ambipom cleaned up what had remained of them.
As for Kim, things weren’t so pleasant. He was only a weak human while the ones who had chased him were psychic enhanced golems. Or so it seemed.
As Kim feebly ran away from the pokemon he turned his head to look behind him, a smile on his face as a laser beam shot through his chest- his form dissipating into shadows as a Gothorita and Kirlia stood off to the side; Kim set up behind them. The two pokemon quickly shoot a look to the cluster of Claydol, rendering them immoble with a combination psychic as Mismagius regains her shape. A dark pulse would quickly strike down the titans, bringing an end to their chase as well as a rest to their purveying.
Kim would give a delighted clap his pokemon as they rejoined together with him, his face glowing with happiness at how well everyone had performed.
“Everyone did so good, I’m proud of all of you. And if we weren’t covered in sand I’d give all of you a big ol’ smooch.”
The Gothorita would only squint at Kim before forcing herself into her pokeball, the others following suit after Kim had manually returned them.
After the debriefing Kim’s eyes fell on the imp behind. Speaking in a slightly more upbeat tone.
“Okay, that’s done, what now?”
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his squadron consists of scientists and rangers. equipped with pokemon and equipment, they banter amongst themselves when they can. they unscrew the lids to their canteens, drinking enough to wet the rings of their lips. one of them is followed by a cacnea that marches along unphased, quite happy to be a part of the expedition.[break][break]
"see this? my perfume is in that tomb." hoopa shakes its head. "and those ugly things get in my way. the moment i get close, they shoot lasers from their eyes or teleport like flies to corner poor little me!" with a cheshire grin, the hoopa leans in close to kim.[break][break][break] 
"REFUSING MY HELP? BOOOOOOOOORING." a sigh leaves the hoopa who floats limply as if cradled by some invisible hammock. 
suddenly, golden karrablasts scurry out from unseen cracks. they begin filling the room, threatening cut everything down with FURY CUTTERS. they are hungry after eons of stagnancy.
ahead, a long room awaits fully in the dark. at its end, a bottle awaits on top of a raised stone slab bathed in one beam of sunlight. the hoopa gasps, "good! yes! my favorite perfume! please, bring it to me, won't you buddy ol' pal?"
