STATE OF THE ART.

After the rat had passed him, Anders breathed a sigh of relief. Continuing down the path, the blue-haired beauty would thumb around at the filled Pokeball in his pocket. What would be a good name for it, he thought, bringing a nervous hand up to palm at the back of his neck. Naming would have to come later, as a Shinx- he finally knew the name of this one, as Fenn had raised a litter of them years ago- stretched out the remainder of a nap from it's legs at the base of a tree nearby. With it's attention not on the prince, Anders slowly brought his hand down from his neck to slip it into his pocket for one of the camouflaged balls he had left.

Throwing it a bit too hard, the ball would hit the tiny cat on the side of the face. It would snap its focus to Anders with an anger growing in it's eyes just before the familiar red light surrounded it's form. He... would have to deal with that later.

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STATE OF THE ART.

Watching with eyes widened as the Electrike was shrouded in that familiar light, Anders immediately dropped the camouflaged ball from his shaking hand and scurried to his feet. After a series of wiggles that made his heart sink with each teeter, the Pokeball stayed still. With much hesitation, the blue-haired beauty would reach down and pick it up, looking at what he had thought to be a simple souvenir moments ago with the anxiety inside him finally quieting down,"Well, that was... unexpected." He'd say to himself, slipping the ball into the opposite pocket as the other two empty ones that remained.

The thought of walking out right now crossed his mind.

There wasn't anything stopping him from turning around and stepping through the gate that was still in his sights. Every part of his body wanted to bolt over and never think of this place again- once a paradise, now filled with nightmares. Melodramatic as he was, Anders stayed,"I'm never going to be a Ranger if I leave." Words formed from his innermost thoughts of failure, the blue-haired beauty trekked on.

A bit of time passed, and a tiny purple rat began to pass the trail in front of him. Anders would freeze, staring at the creature completely still as it simply crossed to the other side. It was a better response, but still not what he wanted. Sighing, he'd promise himself to at least let the Pokemon acknowledge him before continuing his walk

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notes: you got this anders

STATE OF THE ART.

Expecting a quiet day to himself, Anders let the gentle breezes and warm rays of the sun to wash over him completely- leaving him relaxed, but vulnerable. Within the slow blink of his eyes, a small blue creature had skidded to a stop just in front of him,"FUCK!" Anders jumped back, shouting out a crude word unfitting of a prince such as himself.

At a nearby tree, a flock of Starly took flight into the blue sky above.

Stopping dead in his tracks, the feeling of dread clawed right back into his head as the Electrike- panting happily at the prospect of perhaps a friendly stranger- and Anders locked eyes,"N-N-No-Now I don-don't want any trouble-" The blue-haired beauty put his arms up as a way of surrendering, beginning to back away slowly but shakily as beads of sweat collected on his brow. A rock- so small and unassuming just seconds before- found it's way underneath the man's heeled boot and brought him tumbling backwards to the ground. Unbeknownst to the coward, it would be an invitation in for the canine as he pounced forward onto Ander's, who automatically assumed that this would be the last sky he saw before his untimely demise to a Electrike. He would be killed with... cuteness? The Pokemon nuzzled it's way through the man's sorry attempt at blocking it from coming any closer, licking at his face.

The 'souvenirs' given to Anders from the safari warden rolled out of his pocket, coming just into view at the corner of his eye. In that instant- the seconds between life and death- the realization dawned on the cowardly beauty.

Fenn had set him up. That bastard.

Quickly grabbing for one of the safari balls, Anders lifted it to the Electrike's curious snout and prayed this would be enough to stop it's onslaught of slobbery kisses.

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word count: 310
notes: oh no a friendly dog

STATE OF THE ART.

Anders stood, his feet planted firmly at the stop of the steps that led towards the open expanse that was painted before him. After communicating to his older brother, Fenn, about how odd his life had felt the past couple of weeks, the recommendation of a vacation to the 'Safari Zone' had come up. He, of course, had never heard of it or else he wouldn't have come. That brother, however, was quite a trickster when it came to this sort of thing,"How beautiful! Fenn finally had a nice idea for once!" Initally, he thought it to be strange that the nice man at the door had given him camouflaged Pokeballs, but he figured it was simply a souvenir for exploring the safari itself.

Breathing in the fresh air, the blue-haired beauty stepped off the stone steps towards what he believed would be a pleasant tour around the area.

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notes: lets fuckin goooo

STATE OF THE ART.

The Purugly had just become an issue for Anders, shifting his overall mood from aggravated to anxious. He was missing out on valuable department store shopping for this? A cat who obviously needed help from someone much more qualified than the prince, no doubt. Still, the will to help the Pokemon and to use this as a stepping stone on his path to becoming a Ranger kept him glued to the ground beside the tree. He was ready to reach down and grab for the branch once more before a voice spoke up. Anders' eyes shot over in the man's direction, unable to help his gaze from wandering up and down. Well-dressed, he thought for a moment before the realization of what this stranger had called him slapped across his face- painting his face a vibrant reddish pink,"I- Did you just call me a... princess ?" He blinked at the man, barely paying any mind to the small monkey thrown out from the Pokeball as all of his attention honed in on his savior. Tall, pierced, bad boy, a nice jawline- Anders couldn't help but make a mental list and look it over, checking every box and titling his little list 'My Type '.

Gulping, the blue-haired beauty searched his mind for something to say. Anything. And yet, the only words that left his mouth were,"That cat isn't mine." It took strength to take his eyes off of him, but he managed it to return his gaze back up at the Purugly. What he did not expect, however was to see a tiny fire monkey now attempting to converse with the cat. With the entrance of another new Pokemon to him, Anders jumped, accompanied by a startled yelp that he regretted nearly immediately,"Was that-" He always had trouble remembering the names, even though his brothers talked on and on about Pokemon during their childhood,"Was that Pansear always there? I didn't even notice it-" Of course he hadn't noticed it. How could Anders notice anything but him? Perhaps he had spent too much time focusing on his career when he was in Galar and not enough time for socializing if he was weak at the knees from just one handsome face.

Now that he thought about it, the face he kept stealing glances at between helping this Purugly reminded him of Galar. What was it about him? The face looked familiar, but the rest looked as if it didn't match what was itching at the back of his mind,"This might sound strange but... do I know you? I feel I'd remember you if we'd met and yet..." His words trailed off, still trying to place it.

As his thoughts were elsewhere, the branch that the Purugly was sat on bent just a little more with the now added weight of the monkey. The cat hissed at the Pokemon and it's trainer, backing up farther towards the skinnier end of the tree's arm. It had no where else to go, but the branch had other plans for the heavy-set feline.

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word count: 511
notes: i died at princesa thanks

STATE OF THE ART.

"How do I keep getting myself into these situations?" The blue-haired beauty sighed, staring up at the Purugly who was mewing like a cat in heat in a tree that was dangerously too dainty for the cat's weight. First the Tirtouga eggs hatching on the beach all around him and now this? It seemed like whatever deity was putting him in these nerve-wracking situations had a sense of humor.

Heading to Lilycove for a day-trip was the initial plan, hoping to spend hours window-shopping at the department store and then a stroll through the art museum. Anders' vacation, however, was stopped just before it had the chance to start. Upon entering, the mewling of a Purugly in a tree whose branches looked as if they'd break at any moment under the rotund cat's weight.

That was ten minutes ago.

Anders held a branch at his side, contemplating just prodding the Purugly to exit the tree. It would land on it's feet, right? He couldn't remember what either of his brothers had told him about this situation, nor had he even prepared to be stuck in it,"How did you even get up there...?" The coward didn't even have much energy to be afraid of the Pokemon and had been replaced by confusion as both he and Pix, who was snuggled up in her carrying purse, stared up in unison,"Cat, you can just get out... right? I mean, surely you were able to climb up there by-" Another long, drawn out cry from the Purugly drowned out the rest of Anders' sentence. His eyebrows furrowed with a frown,"Look, I'm just trying to help you! You're the one that got stuck up there in the first-" Instead of mewling, the cat let out a hiss as the fur on it's back and tail puffed up. For a moment, the fear was struck back into the blue-haired man as he stepped back from the tree. Anders gulped, clutching the branch in his hand to gather strength before reaching it up to poke at the Purugly, who swatted at it almost instantly. The branch shook, if only slightly.

With the first swat at his branch, Anders dropped it instantly and jumped back with a yelp. I hope no one saw that , he thought, before feeling Pix' ribbon curl around his hand for comfort.

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word count: 391
notes: Help him

STATE OF THE ART.

In the stillness of the shifting of day to night, Anders hadn't noticed the woman lounging on the beach with him. Truthfully, he fully expected to have the entire area to himself, but the beauty enjoyed company nevertheless. A wave in her direction would be stopped short when the pallid figure stood, making her way towards him and mentioning that they weren't alone. As soon as the implication left her lips, Anders froze,"Did... did you say... eggs? "

It was at that moment that the unthinkable happened.

Across his flip-flopped foot, Anders felt something begin to walk across it. The blue-haired man had become so still that his foot blended in with the environment that the baby Tirtouga that hatched next to him had to move across to get to the sea. An unfortunate mistake on the tiny turtle, as Anders' body didn't react well to the sudden touch of a Pokemon he hadn't known was there just seconds prior. With all the grace of a Tauros, his leg jolted up and flung the baby Tirtouga over towards the sea. The realization was quick to dawn on him just after the turtles underbelly left his skin, his hand shooting to cover his mouth as the turtle soared through the air. Pixie, thankfully, had been on the defense of Anders since the other figure approached and was already strolling towards him. Just moments before the Tirtouga was set to make impact with the water, Pix's soft pink ribbons twirled up to catch the tiny shelled Pokemon to ensure no harm would come it's first meeting with the ocean. Relieved, Ander's shoulders untensed, the hand held against his mouth moving pinch the bridge of his nose for a moment,"Shit, it just snuck up on me..." He said, under his breath. Sighing, the man would wave over at his reliable pastel companion,"Pix..! Nice... nice catch!" It mewed back, placing it much more gently into the water.

His gaze would return to the pale woman with his head held a little lower than before, both in shame and in guilt. Becoming a Ranger like his brothers meant the world to him, but the glimmer at the end of that long tunnel dimmed ever so slightly from practically chucking a Tirtouga,"I'm really sorry you had to see that happen. I just... it surprised me, I suppose...!" The beauty would chuckle awkwardly, but he knew how badly it made him look- especially since this was his first impression with a stranger.

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word count: 418
notes: I'M SORRY BABY TIRTOUGA

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STATE OF THE ART.

Anders hadn't seen the ocean often.

His childhood in Almia and the career opportunities he chased into the Galar region would take the blue-haired beauty just close enough to smell the sea from his bedside window, but always just out of reach to avoid any beach dwelling Pokemon. It was better that way, he thought, and it was that way that it stayed. Today, however, would be different. It had to be if he ever planned on being more than his fear. Though the sun was dipping under the horizon and painting the sky with brilliant brushes of red and orange, the cowardly beauty chose the slot of time just before dusk as the perfect moment. Less beach-goers means less domestic Pokemon. It was an optimistic thought, if anything.

Anders stood hesitantly on the step that meets Slateport's beach, watching the circling of birds in the darkening sky overhead with a growing restlessness in his chest. Did bird Pokemon usually gather like this, especially at a time like this? He couldn't recall, nor did he really have any memory of vising a beach with so many at once- if at all when he was home in Vientown. His Sylveon, Pixie, took notice of Anders' anxiety and reached a ribbon up to latch onto his hand reassuringly. The touch of his companion brought him out of his thoughts and startled him briefly, but he could do nothing chuckle at himself for doing so when his eyes met hers,"You make it seem like it's easy, Pix." And, just as she always had, Pixie stepped onto the beach before he had the courage to and pulled him along without a second thought.

The sand was cooler than he remembered, but it welcomed in memories of times before his fear took over- of visiting the beaches near Pueltown with Finn and Zander as they showed him the Krabby and Shellder in the tide pools. Thinking back to a time like that brought Anders' hand to his pocket, pulling out the two Pokeballs gifted to him just months before. In a flash, Larvitar and Bagon stood along Slateport's shoreline, both at knee height of the blue-haired beauty,"Alright, you three have fun. I'm going to be-" Anders pointed a little ways off,"-right over there. Don't wander too terribly far, okay?" The trio greeted each other before running closer towards the incoming tide, playing in the shallow waters that came and went.

Anders watched for a bit, smiling at the thought of his brothers once more before walking along the beach- blissfully unaware of the tiny turtles that had just begun hatching all around him.

tags: Celeste Abbiati
word count: 441
notes: first post babeyyyy