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~
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kim cole-essam
While the chittering of impish laughter would be concerning under any other circumstance, taking into hand that there was interference to begin with, Kim could only assume it to be the dying signal. It was the best he could come up with a the moment, if he thought on it any more than he had it would only prove to eat away at his mind, Kim instead absconding with thoughts that dwelled on his situation.
But when the days meld together as the sands beneath your feet do, one cannot help but dwell.
“ Will I ever get out of here? Have I been walking in circles? Are those distant silhouettes real or am I just starting to lose it? “
These questions and more ran through Kim’s mind day after day of this endless hell of sand. Of course he was thankful for the curious pools of water that had saved him from dehydration- Kim’s deteriorating mind too exhausted to question them beyond the first few times they had saved him- but when another element had entered the fray, there was no choice but for Kim to face the reality of the situation.
Something fucky was going on.
An imp appeared, playfully speaking at him in it’s assumed tone of superiority. To Kim, this was a shock, not only at the fact this creature was able to summon forth pokemon of it’s own design at will, but also at the fact that after all this time of being alone with his pokemon, he was finally introduced to another sentient being.
Yet his tongue was tied- Kim unsure of whether this had been from partial dehydration or just plain shock- and simply subjected himself to the imp’s gift, nodding his head in gratitude.
His hand brushes the holsters on his side, and exhausted Ambipom released then subsequently plopping itself down into the sand, the monkey’s legs sprawled out as it rested all four of its hands within its lap.
With a clear of his throat, Kim- in a dry voice- commanded the Ambipom to used shock wave, the pokemon lazily lifting it’s tails before clapping them together quickly, static bounding from the palms to their target, knocking them from the sky in an instant.
Without missing a beat, Kim called forth his Volcarona, the bug making a surface of itself- lying on its back as Kim sat the Fletchling on its stomach- preparing them as he saw fit. Once the three had been set to roast, Kim turned to the ring-clad individual, nodding his head in thanks as he spoke.
“I appreciate your kindness but I can’t help but be wary of your sudden presence... Are you the one that’s been causing the disturbances in this desert?”
His face- cracking from the wear of the desert heat and lack of moisturizer- held a calm seriousness, fight or flight weighing heavy in the back of his mind.
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