flower boy
he/him
twenty-nine
june 14th
laverre, kalos
homosexual
professor
sergeant
Pulling down backstreets deep in your head / slipping through dreamland like a tourist.
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Florian Laurel
faerie fire [dw]
POSTED ON Jan 23, 2020 19:55:13 GMT
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He nods at the question.
"Yes! I am from Kalos, in fact."
They are foreigners both; Alec informs him that he hails from Blackthorn, and though he's never been, he recognizes the name of the place. It's famous for the dragon masters that live there.
"Well then, I wish you luck!" he says, sincere. He'd never pursued a league challenge himself, but considered it to be an admirable goal. "Fairies are particularly useful if you are looking to combat a dragon: they are completely immune to draconian attacks! I confess I do not know much of Hoenn's league. Monsieur Benoit of Verdanturf trains dark types, I think? And Alexei, of Fortree, he is the master of flying Pokemon. Fairies are also useful against dark-types, you need only be careful of poison and steel."
Conversation takes a horrifying turn as an 'apple' drops from a tree, nearly to be consumed... only it's not an apple at all!
Florian's never seen one before, and he pulls out his Pokedex to scan the startled creature as Alec attempts to calm it down.
"As soon as it's born, it burrows into an apple. Not only does the apple serve as its food source, but the flavor of the fruit determines its evolution."
"Oh, so the apple itself isn't the Pokemon!" When he looks up, it appears to have calmed down, and Florian smiles at Alec's question. "Pokemon can sense intentions, I think. He must have known you meant him no harm!"
Alec hits the nail on the head with one of the types mentioned. Florian nods, then laughs. "Yes, and a dragon as well, apparently! How about that?"
He'd given his name earlier, but doesn't take offense to it having been overlooked. "Florian Laurel, Pokemon professor," he recants, and smiles. "It is nice to meet you, Alec."
Spotting a Mawile, the professor's eyes light up.
"Ah, see how adorable this one is?" Mawile seems more than happy to accept the praise. "It is a ruse they employ in order to draw in their prey. That's right, little one! I know your tricks!"
Mawile's expression quickly shifts from flattered to annoyed. It spins around and flaps its jaw-like horns at him.
"It is OK, I know it's only in your nature. But I won't be fooled!"
He taps the side of his nose, winking.
It then makes the mistake of trying to strike: Florian's Sylveon acts quickly, bathing it in a stream of mystical fire. As the flames fade, Florian crouches next to the injured dual-type and offers it a handful of Rawst berries.
"They'll help with the burn," he insists.
While it's distracted by eating, he tosses a ball.
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