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[attr="class","thread"]landon's tosses his second magikarp into the ocean, hook close behind. too focused on the movements of the water, he doesn't notice it until calder starts making a fuss. no one, thankfully, is there to see him jump when he notices the sudden presence. the greninja takes a seat on his other side, and calder's scrambling over his lap to try and get closer to the pokemon.
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"seriously? cal—" he has to move to stop his rod from his hands, "calder!"
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unfazed by the display, the greninja's tongue darts into the water to pull out a magikarp. catching the fish in its hands, it offers it to landon.
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"uh, thanks?"
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he eventually throws it back like he had his previous catches, and returns to his fishing. the greninja shows no intentions of leaving, and landon quietly accepts the company.
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[attr="class","thread"]he sees the glimpse of orange in the water before he feels the pull and recognises it immediately. "no no no!" he jerks back, taking the rod with him, not wanting the pokemon to cut the line with its pincers.
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there's a bit too much strength with the action though, and the crab goes flying. landon watches with a sense of dread, only able to let out the breath he's been holding when the pokemon safely hits the sand, slightly dazed, but in one piece.
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[attr="class","thread"]it reminds him of back home, fishing. landon sits on the edge of the pier, feet just about breaking the surface of the water. his pokemon sits next to him rather than in the sea, as to not scare the fish.
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he takes a breath, then casts his line.
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[attr="class","post"]in spite of the clear irritation on the other pokemon's face, sorin laughs, though he has the decency to look slightly embarrassed (which is still close to not at all). "sorry about that!" though giving the appearance of seeing this all as a joke, sorin did feel a bad for waking the larvesta up. he liked naps too. but he liked running around more.
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unable to handle staying still for too long, the growlithe begins to jump up and down on the spot. "so," he punctuates each word with a push off the ground, "what's your name? why are you hear? what's your trainer like?"
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before he knows it he's rattling off about his day, about landon (his trainer who was a postman, his company would learn) with no signs of stopping anytime soon.
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TAG:[attr="class","tag"]Thomas Benoit

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[attr="class","thread"]landon doesn't know how to respond as the man begins to talk. he doesn't like criticising the league, especially when all he did was deliver parcels and mail. still, he couldn't deny the truth of his words. he listens in silence, the thought crossing his mind that the kanto league had been late, too. late enough that it cost them the region.
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his awkwardness must have shown in the aversion of his gaze, if the lack of response hadn't already. landon's relieved when the subject changes and nods. "they just said it was another job. didn't realise it was for this." not until he picked up the boxes anyway, the contents spoke for itself.
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with his next answer, he begins to try to motion to the individual crates but, hands full, he speaks instead. "clothes on top, food on the bottom." there's a absence of barking now, the man's dismissal seems to have dissuaded the growlithe from interfering with his trainer's job and stands a while away, chasing his tail.
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TAG:[attr="class","tag"]Laurence Anderson

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[attr="class","thread"]the next opponent, while certainly smaller, makes up for it in sheer vigour. the pignite jumps on the spot, readying itself, before it suddenly catches aflame and runs straight at him.
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landon doesn't react, he freezes. his togekiss flings an aura sphere at the pokemon without the need for an order.
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[attr="class","thread"]ignoring the throbbing pain, landon crouches down to pick up the boxes he's dropped. sorin, whose attention had been caught by the sudden sound, was already trying to lay claim on this new playground, jumping on and off of the crates. his fingers move gingerly to take back the supplies, and the look he gives the man is a mixture of gratitude and embarrassment.
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"fine, thanks," he mumbles, "wasn't looking where i was going."
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he stands again. sorin is still causing a racket. he hopes the civilians taking refuge here aren't too bothered over it, though the withering looks he had gotten from some seems to prove otherwise. he readjusts his hold on the boxes.
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"don't suppose you know where we're taking these, exactly?"
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this load had only just been delivered by him, and he was planning to look for whoever was in charge of this place, but it'd always be nice saving himself the walk. besides, with sorin running free he didn't know if he wanted to risk giving his pokemon a run around the camp.
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TAG:[attr="class","tag"]Laurence Anderson

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[attr="class","thread"]his optimism is admirable, really. landon can practically feel the enthusiasm radiating off the man as he shows off his new find. his croconaw takes this declaration with a reaction perhaps closer to what he'd been expecting. the pokemon hops from foot to foot as it lets out a cry of wonder. landon laughs to himself at the display.
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"yeah," he agrees, out of habit more than anything else. he can't stand to oppose people. "i'm sure they won't mind."
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he can't see himself wanting anything out of this, though the man's words can't help but make him wonder if he would find anything interesting. calder nudges at his leg, and he looks down to find his pokemon proudly brandishing a bottle cap. huh, he hadn't even noticed him leave his side. the croconaw looks from him to the man, his intentions clear.
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"i think that's for you." he says, as the pokemon, still holding up the bottle cap, turn to their company.
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TAG:[attr="class","tag"]Kazimir Wynter

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[attr="class","thread"]after his attack the rhyhorn trudges off, more disgruntled than harmed. landon lacks the ruthlessness to cause needless grief, and his pokemon won't go against his wishes. he's too busy watching the pokemon disappear behind a rock to notice the shuckle at his feet. it passes by, quietly and benignly.
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[attr="class","thread"]landon lies back on the grass as he cherishes the quiet. his mother had taught him how to use the stars to guide his way; if he concentrates a bit he can pinpoint the north star in ursa minor. the thought of his family and home brings a sad smile to the man's face, befitting of the scene that's about to come.
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one by one they fall. he watches, and wonders how these pokemon must feel, whether they know they are hurtling to an end they don't deserve. he'd heard about them before, an old exploration tale that'd been tossed around the family countless times.
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he notices the sudden flash beside him before he hears its cry. landon rolls onto his side to find a minior hovering innocently, just high enough to miss the blades of grass. taking out a pokeball, he gently taps the button against the meteor pokemon.
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while he cannot save them all, he can at least try and help this one.
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[attr="class","thread"]it's easier when it's just him and his pokemon. landon can't stand an audience and, unfortunately for him, any opposing trainer counts as such. his command comes calmly, if hesitantly. "magical leaf."
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a number of leaves manifest, one by one, before darting towards the wild pokemon.
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[attr="class","thread"]"i'm not sure how i feel about this place..."
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there's a eerie quiet to the ruins they walk amongst. the pair stand before the warehouse they've been sent to examine, though he isn't sure if there's enough of it left for it to still be called one. there's an infinite number of possibilities as to what's under the rubble, and his mind's only happy to play out his worst fears.
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he's broken out of his trance by his croconaw diving straight in.
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TAG:[attr="class","tag"]@delphi [attr="class","tag"]priam conrad

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[attr="class","thread"]he'd be complaining if they were anywhere else. alright, that was a lie. he wouldn't have the courage to speak his mind.
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this beach has seen better days, that's for sure, but it's far from the worst place to be. landon's only grateful the league hadn't decided to throw him into the action. that would have only ended in disaster.
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his croconaw's at his heels as he makes his way around a pile of rubble. he's surprised there's someone else here, but he supposes he should have expected it.
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"u-uh, they got you doing this too?"
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