Set in the original region of Arciel, Legends Rising is a route-inspired, but not strictly route-based, Pokemon roleplay. Pick a faction, pick a class, and strike out into the wild to take on the League, master Contest coordination, research the mysteries of Pokemon and Arciel, and much, much more. Will you be a classic trainer? A criminal? A farmer? Choose your destiny on Legends Rising.
Post by Primrose Adler on Jan 30, 2020 5:45:03 GMT
an eggscellent egg parade;
Being in Birch so often was making her wonder if she ought to move here, as opposed to Plum. The differences between the cities were rather striking; Plum being the metropolis she was used to (though, perhaps, not quite as rich and fanciful as Lumoise,) and Birch being far more... natural? The emphasis they put on co-existing with nature made her feel rather at ease, from creeping ivy to lovely trees - empty as most of them may be, given they're dead amidst the swell of winter - made her feel a bit at ease.
This is what she contemplates, amidst the chilly, windy air she stands in, leaned against a wall and wrapped up in a thick coat and warm scarf. What brings her here today was something almost exciting for her - her first real foray into the world of egg care. She'd handled her own so far, sure, with Zaps, the Toxel, growing well already, and the Swablu egg sat in a warm case at her side wiggling and wobbling like it was getting ever closer to getting out, but... well, it was a lot different when helping someone look after their own, now wasn't it?
While she wasn't sure she'd be getting paid for it, she rather thought the experience itself was proper payment, nor did she think she'd even bring it up - the boy she was to help seemed rather sweet, to ask anything of him seemed like a crime. And so, she wants, bundled up and warm not far from Birch City's PokeCenter, waiting for... Primrose pauses, checking her phone... Touma, or someone matching Touma's description, to arrive.
It's a little windy today and so Touma's opted to dress for the occasion in a comfortable coat with a scarf wrapped around his neck and covering almost half of his face. After noticing that he had quite a lot of eggs in his PC, he'd debated what to do with them and got the idea to post an ad looking for someone to help him egg-sit. Or at the very least, someone to walk him around the city while he spent time with the eggs in an attempt to get them to hatch. Another warm body, more or less. It was an odd request, but one that had been promptly filled by someone named Primrose, and she'd agreed to meet him in Birch sooner rather than later.
After making sure his pokemon were set up for the night in a pokemon center - again, Espurr had watched him go with unblinking eyes, Gible at its side - Touma had managed to carefully gather the eggs into a wagons he borrowed from the center. After telling them the purpose of said wagons he was able to borrow a blanket for each one and swaddled the eggs in each of them before latching them onto each other so he could drag them along in one long, busy line. The last egg he swaddled carefully and nestled it in a bag hanging around his neck, and it was in this way that he walked out of the pokemon center and up the street to where he was meeting Primrose, the wagon's wheels squeaking and squealing the whole way.
Thankfully it was a pretty uneventful walk, with only the occasional odd stare from pokemon or passerby. There was a moment where the street got worryingly bumpy, but he managed to pass through it without much fuss and in no time was wheeling up to a young girl waiting and checking her phone that matched the description of who he'd been looking for. Still, he approached slowly and called out gently, "Primrose?"
Post by Primrose Adler on Jan 30, 2020 22:50:23 GMT
an eggscellent egg parade;
In truth, she probably hadn't needed to remember what he looked like, because apart from the description given, how many people are going to walk around with wagons full of eggs? In a way, it's actually admirable how much work the man seemed to put into what it was he was doing here, wrapping each of the things in blankets and nestled in a wagon so he might carry them all around. The sight of him is enough for her to push off the wall before he even addresses her, standing up right as tall as she can (despite that she was, for all intents and purposes, tiny regardless,) so she can greet him.
"Yes, that's me; you're Touma, then?" As he's closer to her, Prim takes the moment to look the man over, from his wagon of eggs to the one that dangled from around his neck, with a faint sense of concern for it. While he seems to have carefully secured it, she can't help but to offer, "Do you want me to help carry that one?"
Whatever his answer, Primrose looks about the street, and then back to Touma, "If I'd thought ahead, I'd have brought my Torkoal, she'd have come in handy." Pouting, the little woman shakes her head and says, "Well, at the very least, I'm sure we can get these guys hatched with enough love and care. How'd, uhm..." She looks to the menagerie of eggies in the wagon, staring in mild disbelief, "How'd you get hold of so many, anyway? That's enough for, like, a whole party of Pokemon..."
The one around his neck is a little heavy, but not any more than the ones he's currently carting around behind him in the wagon. With a chuckle he dips his head to allow her to remove the bag, completely trusting, and once that's done he also joins her in looking up and down the street as though trying to map out a good path for them to walk. At this time of day there weren't that many people about, and even less with the weather being as windy as it was. He shifts his grip on the train of wagons behind him and looks to her for ideas or any kind of preference.
"Hmmm... here and there, really. There's a gacha machine that dispenses them, and others I've come across during my journeys between the towns." It's stated thoughtfully, almost as if he himself isn't entirely sure. Regardless, he's not too bothered by it, and after considering both ends of the street carefully turns a small smile to her.
"The gardens would be nice for a walk, I think. Should we head there first? I'm not entirely sure how soon they'll hatch, but it's been my experience it generally doesn't take that long." He offers, then pauses. "Though actually, with how windy it is we could probably also just sit in a coffee shop and keep these little guys warm that way." He gestures to the egg train behind him. "There's one not too far off from the pokemon center."
"A gacha machine, huh?" Curious, Primrose thinks to follow up on that, but in the end, decides not to. Instead, she swathes the egg passed off to her in her arms carefully and listens in on the rest of what he says. Following his eyes around the area, Prim wonders what's the best option; walking about tended to produce quickest results, though not everyone wants to be out and about on a cold and windy day like this one. Carefully holding the egg in one hand, she brushes a few strands of hair from her face, before turning to carefully tuck the egg into the bag at her side, with the cloud-covered blue one.
"How about we walk in the gardens for a bit, and then, as they start hatching, we can book it for the coffee shop and have a drink or two while we wait?" As she thought about it, the suggestion sounded awfully like a date, but perhaps that was more her fault, than anything else? She didn't know many social cues, as it was. She tried to, but... it was hard.
Sighing inwardly, Prim herself perks up and peeks about. "I worry more for our feeble little human toes than the Pokemon's." She admits, looking at her gloved hands - thin fabric, it was cute, but didn't really get the job done. "Maybe we should just go to the coffee shop..."
Touma nods at her question, though he doesn't mention that that's probably where a good majority of his money has been going as of late. No doubt she'd find out on her own eventually, given her curiousity of the subject. Her observations make him ponder over what to do for a good moment, but since he's shifting a little from foot to foot he's not as cold as she was, it seemed. Living in Snowpoint had its perks.
After a bit of time he eventually readjusts the grip on the wagon train as two of the eggs within give telltale shudders that goes unnoticed by the blonde, at least for the moment. Coffee does sound good, and if she's getting cold he feels a little bad for keeping her out in the cold like this. She was already going out of her way to help him, right? If she got sick at the end of this that would be awful.
"Coffee it is. I think so long as they're around people, they tend to enjoy spending time with them. Like... they can hear everything that's going on around them, you know?" He mulls over this a bit and gives her a sheepish smile. "At least that's what they say."
That decided, he turns in the general direction of where he remembers the coffee shop being and gives her a look of encouragement. The two eggs that have started moving, swaddled in their blankets, start to sport cracks zigzagging across their surface in webbed patterns.
Post by Primrose Adler on Feb 2, 2020 10:13:11 GMT
an eggscellent egg parade;
Opposite to Touma, Prim's eyes are on the eggs as they quake, and she feels one at her side besides - the little cloudy blue thing in her satchel rattling lightly against its newfound companion. She had been carrying it about for a while... "I'm pretty sure that's how it goes? Pokemon eggs are strange things; I can only wonder what goes on inside them." Resting a hand over top the bag, she gently rubs the top of the Swablu egg, before following along beside him, nodding. "Yeah, that's good."
Once more do her eyes fall to the wagon, watching as those little spider-like cracks form across the egg's surface, and she cannot help but to point out, as they near the coffee shop, that, "Touma, I think some of your eggs are already hatching..."
She was no different, as suddenly a beak is pecking and prodding at the palm of her hand! Eyes peer down, and there it is, that little baby Swablu, fidgeting restlessly in the confines of its egg. "Oh, goodness, mine too." With a sudden pep in her step, the girl scurries for the door to the shop, opening it up to usher Touma and his wagon inside, before quickly following him inside and taking a seat at the table. Coffee could wait, there was a BIRTH HAPPENING HERE.
"Gosh, gosh. Look at this baby!" Sounding actually giddy, Prim takes the time to start picking egg-shells off of Swablu, and out of its cottony wings. Looking over to Touma's eggs, she diverts her attention to help him, too. EGG-SHELL REMOVER FOR HIRE.
Touma doesn't actually spot the little blue fist coming out of the egg until Prim's taken note of it, and by that point they've made it into the little coffee shop. It takes some finagling to get everything inside (what was he on that he thought toting those many wagons around was a good idea) but by the time they do and they're occupying a corner all to themselves, surrounded by eggs, both shells have started to split open.
The first is a strange blue pokemon in what looks like a karate uniform which reveals itself as Sawk when it first utters its own name. She looks about wildly, just about ready to fight the first thing that comes into view, but Touma manages to capture her into a pokeball and quickly stop that potential mishap from happening.
The second egg is.. just leaking sand? A little strange, but as both Prim and Touma start to pluck the egg shells out of it they're greeted with the sight of two pebble-eyes and a wide hole of a mouth. Touma's never really seen a Sandygast in person, moreso since they were primarily native to the Alolan region and were rather... distressing creatures. It was small, but cute, and he couldn't help but to flick the little shovel sticking out of its head. The gesture earned him a soulless stare and the hollow 'o' of its mouth shuddered like it were about to start screaming - so Touma did the smart thing and quickly set it into a pokeball like the Sawk, then turned to the matter of the wagons beside them. With two eggs hatched they still had four remaining and two empty wagons in need of purpose. He pulled them over to him and discovered, after some fiddling, that the wheels could actually be folded to make the wagon more compact.
"I think you're being here actually quickened things up a bit," He remarks with a smile. "I feel like I have to treat you to coffee now. What'll you have? Or would you prefer tea? Cocoa?"
Post by Primrose Adler on Feb 3, 2020 10:51:50 GMT
an eggscellent egg parade;
Staring at the eggs, she's awfully surprised to watch as the Sawk (what a funny name, for a Pokemon,) bursts out of the shell as if ready to start a fight. Which, maybe she was, given the stance she took. Which begged the question, could Pokemon battle directly out of the egg? Thinking about it, she supposed there was no reason they couldn't - the creatures were always so much stronger than the average animal. Her thought process is cut off by the sudden removal of the Sawk from the situation - and then she's staring at a lump of sand.
Picking little bits of egg out of it, Prim watches in some mild discontent as Touma flicks (flicks!) the little shovel-like extension upon the baby. A gasp leaves her, especially as that great hole she can only assume is a mouth widens in distress, and what's probably going to be a scream that has her wincing in preparation when... it, too, is removed from the scene by way of Pokeball.
Sighing out in relief for herself and her fellow coffee shop patron's ears, Primrose takes a moment to examine the baby Swablu that seemed snuggled up to the nearby egg, as if instinctively looking after it with the warmth of its cottony wings. Seeing as it didn't seem to be causing a problem, she leaves it for now, turning her attention back to Touma. "Oh, uhm... cocoa actually sounds really good. With a little milk in it--" A pause, and she says, "Oh, and marshmallows! And, uhm, nutmeg, if they've got it?" Wait, that was complicated and probably expensive. Prim, your rich is showing.
Bashfully, she just murmurs, "J-Just cocoa, is fine, thank you. And, I'm glad that you think I'm helping. That's all I can really hope to do..."
"Cocoa with a little mlik, marshallows, and nutmeg." He gives her a beaming smile as he stacks the wagons perfectly atop each other and gets to a stand. The coffee shop isn't terribly crowded at this time of day, which is a little surprising considering its location on the street and the weather, so he's able to make his way to the front with minimal difficulty.
While Touma's getting the order - the coffee shop is quiet enough that Prim can hear the entirety of it, and yes, he is getting everything she's asked for - the egg cuddled by the Swablu gives a telltale wiggle, and two others in the wagons nearby do the same. The subtle wiggle turns into an even more violent one, not unlike the shake of a pokeball when a pokemon's trying to break free, and all three eggs rattle and rock their wagons noisily.
A few of the patrons are alerted and look over curiously, but upon seeing that it's just a few eggs hatching they return to their business. Some stare for a little while longer but they ultimately look away, and it isn't long before Touma's returning with two drinks in his hand wisping clouds of steam lazily. He sets Prim's before her before taking a sip of his own, and as his gaze drifts over to the shaking eggs he pauses mid-sip. Bewildered, he looks to Prim.
"Oh-- that was really fast. You really do have the magic touch, huh?"
Post by Primrose Adler on Feb 3, 2020 23:46:04 GMT
an eggscellent egg parade;
While he was off, kindly getting her what it was she'd asked for (even if she felt nervous she'd asked for so much in the first place,) Prim busies herself with watching those eggs that rattled and shook with the excitement of the newborn baby inside each of them. Swablu looks excited, too, fluffing his wings against the egg as if to help it along - whether it actually helps or not is unknown, but the pokemon inside manages to get out all the same, with Prim watching, grinning.
Soon, each of the three eggs had cracked open, revealing their contents, and Primrose looks absolutely ecstatic, as Swablu snugs against a freshly born Charmander, tail-fire aside, and Chikorita and Turtwig make themselves comfortable in a new world. It's about that time that Touma returns with their drinks, her hand reaching out to accept the drink with a happy hum. "I mean, it could very well just be that you took very good care of them, and I'm just the audience," she points out, curiously, while looking down at her Swablu to give it a pat upon the head, "But thank you for the compliment, and the drink!"
Bringing the drink to her lips, she takes a small sip of it, sighing out contently at the warm, sweet taste it brings her. Letting her eyes trail towards the last egg, that didn't seem quite as ready to burst as the others, she curiously notes, "So now it's just one more, huh?"
Touma ponders her question over the rim of his cup, and his gaze falls to the last egg that hasn't given so much as a wiggle. He wasn't sure entirely what was inside it, but he had an idea that it might take some time yet to hatch. Regardless, he is grateful to Prim for her help, and the newly hatched Chikorita, Charmander and Turtwig all seem a bit calmer than the others that had been hatched thus far - with the exception of Turtwig that had started chewing on the remnants of the egg it had just come from. Strange.
All three looked hearty and hale, and after a moment's thought Touma did a mental tally in his head over how many pokemon he'd acquired thus far. The list easily totaled over ten and he made a mental note to ban him from the city's gacha machines. The team that he had was good enough, especially considering he wasn't outright looking to battle - though really when he thought about it, perhaps he'd just become used to large families - and now he wondered over what to do with the pokemon he had just acquired.
Looking at Charmander and how content it seemed to be with Prim, he was struck with a sudden idea.
"Would you like to adopt one of these little guys?"
With only mild concern, Primrose watches as Turtwig munches down on its former cage like a man glad to be freed from prison, her mug lifted to her lips in a slow sip. Like one does when watching something kind of entertaining, that you couldn't quite look away from. After a moment, her attention at last pries itself away from the little turtle to the man who'd brought her there, at first missing his question and having to mentally rewind the moment.
"Oh, ah-- really?" Watching as Swablu fluffs its wings against the Charmander's face, she supposes... well, a Charmander just might come in handy, wouldn't it? Warm, for eggs, and... strong, if she trained it right - to keep her safe, maybe? On her journies. Thinking a moment, the girl leans back in her chair and smiles appreciatively. "If... you aren't set on this boy, I wouldn't mind taking him home; he seems rather sweet."
It felt weird, simply being offered a Pokemon like this - but, then, Touma himself seemed sweet. Quickly, she follows up to say, "But there's no need, if you'd rather not. I didn't come with the intent to be paid in any more than experience with hatching eggs. I plan on running a Daycare, someday, so it'll come in handy."
"I actually think I have too many pokemon," He confesses, though he does give both the Turtwig and the Chikorita fond pats on the head. "I suppose... growing up with a large family, I've kind of gotten used to having so many pokemon around, and they're well cared for but I don't want to end up neglecting them too terribly, especially if there's another trainer like yourself that could give them the attention they rightly deserve." He gives her a small smile, genuine and warm.
"And besides - it looks your Swablu there is getting along just fine with him, so I don't think there's any issue of chemistry between your pokemon." Which was true; looking at the way they were interacting now it felt like the Charmander was right where it needed to be. Touma had no qualms about gifting the pokemon and even felt good about his decision, so that meant that it was perfectly all right, right?
Though honestly, she probably could have asked for any of his pokemon and he would have been fine with the decision. Primrose seemed like the type of person to care for each and every one of her pokemon. Her mentioning running a daycare actually only cemented his opinion of her, and he felt more than ever that he had made the right decision.
"That's perfect, then! I'm glad I could help you out with experience, if only a little bit. Though I still feel like you're the one helping me out."
It's actually surprising, the way that Touma responds to her. Of course, it was surprising in the first place, to be offered a Pokemon, but... well, she got kind vibes from him. She liked that. Bringing her cup up to her lips, she takes a slow sip from its contents, enjoying the sweet taste of it, though she speaks up once she swallows. "That makes sense. I'm hoping it gets easier to care for them once I get a daycare - someday, whenever that is." Laughing a little, she admits to say, "I think I'd like lots of Pokemon, but that... yeah, it's a good idea not to go overboard. Either way..."
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Dropping her hand atop the newly hatched Charmander, she rubs at his head slightly, as Swablu continues to fuwa-fuwa him. "I'd be glad to welcome this guy into my little... family, I guess. But, do you think you could give him a name? I think I'd like for him to have something from you, since... he was yours first."
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She then smiles a little, embarrassed. "No, no. I couldn't have helped that much. They started hatching so quickly! I'm certain you were taking care of them very well before I came. You should give yourself more credit."
"I feel like that would definitely be easier once you've a spot just for your pokemon, and raising and breeding them." He agrees, looking almost wistful. "Have you thought of any idea on where you would want to locate it? I imagine Arciel, since you're here already and I'm sure it'd be easier to get a daycare going here than in other established regions."
At the request of giving him a name, Touma pauses and actually thinks long and hard over it. There were a few of his own pokemon that didn't have names, not for the fact that he wasn't creative enough but for the fact that they hadn't made to choose one like La Mariposa had the first route they'd travelled along. Even then, he'd contributed in some way, using the knowledge gleaned from hours spent gaming with his siblings back in Snowpoint. He actually rubs a hand over his chin as he thinks, his brows furrowing while different appellations pop up and then dismiss themselves in his head.
"Hmmm..." What did Charmander inevitably evolve into? A Charizard, right? An image of a red dragon from an olded game pops into his head, one he remembers his parents being wary about, and for good reason; it most certainly hadn't been one for kids.
That thought in mind he ventures, "What about Angelus?"