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.
Chances were, if you had been to the Birch City Pokemon Centre you knew of Sonia. If you were a Pokemon that is. Especially since the young blonde had decided to specialize in primarily healing Pokemon. She could still take care of their trainers of course, but there had been something Sonia hadn't realized until she had tried to tend to a fairly injured trainer.
She was a bit more squeamish. Maybe it was something about the pain tolerance between people and Pokemon, how Pokemon could handle more serious injuries better than their trainer counterparts. Or maybe it was because of the species barrier. Either way, a human had come in with a broken arm, and Sonia just couldn't handle it as well as she thought she could. Everything else so far, cuts and burns as well as various stages of poisoning, sure. But the broken limb was beyond her. So she had transferred to the more Pokemon based courses at the Centre and she was preparing for her tests.
Which meant she should be studying, but she had a week off. So instead Sonia was heading out for a couple days of mental relaxation. If you could call walking and journeying a mentally relaxing exercise. Especially when one was carrying a grand total of six eggs. Yes, six eggs, not a single Pokemon. Sonia had bought more eggs than she had thought, and so had bought a wagon second hand to carry them under the desire of giving her Pokemon a break. They had been working so hard lately.
And it was that desire that had brought Sonia into her current predicament. Her wagon was second hand, and she knew very little about maintenance other than she had some tools with her in case it broke down. Which seemed quite likely considering how wobbly one of the wheels was while she was walking down the dirt path with it.
What a picture, a young woman dragging a red plastic wagon behind her with six eggs. There was definitely some childishness to it as she skipped along. At least until the two front wheels popped off with a clang. Of course Sonia noticed the sound and stopped right away, but now eggs were shifting and two of them spilled out of the off balance wagon. The girl cried out in surprise and dropped to the ground to hold up the wagon, sitting it on her lap while the eggs quickly rolled out of reach.
And the silly girl didn't even think of using her telekinesis to stop them.
Active Party Arciel Joltik Egg, 1/3 Spinda Egg, 1/3 Drilbur, 1/3 Hatenna, 1/3 Eevee Egg #3, 1/5 Feebas Egg, 1/5 Graeme Rowette - Feel free to mention if any of his Pokemon had a check up recently if you like :)
Post by Graeme Rowette on Aug 30, 2020 0:04:57 GMT
After his foray to Pine Town, a journey whereupon all the eggs on his person had hatched, Graeme's life had been nothing but babies. A few of them were easy enough to manage; Barbara, his Applin, was small enough she couldn't cause too much trouble, and Haustienne, his Drampa, was large and lumbering but seemed content just to exist serenely in the corner and wrap herself around the tinier pokemon whenever their playtime got dangerously rough. Because Freya and Aranea seemed to cosntantly go at it - mostly because Freya, for whatever reason, seemed intent on battling her sister who was just sitting and minding her own business - this meant that she was coiling around them more often than not, keeping them from biting or headbutting or scratching each other until Graeme was able to intervene. Sometimes this didn't turn out well, and Graeme would get pulled into the fray, and all four of them would wind up at the pokemon center getting patched up. Enamored with dragons though he was, it seemed he hadn't been prepared for the degree of roughness that came with raising hatchlings, and needless to say he was more than a little exhausted.
At some point he'd returned to Birch City proper and gotten Fang looked at there before deciding to hit the road leading north. His new tusk had already come in and was growing at a remarkably fast rate, which was a big confidence boost to the little Axew. No longer did he turn his head away in embarrassment, but instead held it high (albeit he still kept out of the fights if he could help it). He trod along the path beside Graeme, Aranea on the other side, and whenever she would gravitate off in one direction entirely Fang was quick to run and corral her back to the group - after a few bites, of course.
Graeme himself had a few more eggs in his possession, and was examining his bandaged hand where Aranea had been generous with her chomping before something rolled into his field of vision and he looked up. At first he'd thought that the egg rolling down the path was his, but after seeing that all three of his little eggs were still swabbed up and secured in their packs he realized this was not the case. He managed to stop the rolling egg with a foot and bent to pick it up just as another one came tumbling down the hill and smacked Aranea in her foreleg. The Deino immediately went to work trying to bite at whatever had rammed into her, only since it was an egg she failed to get any kind of grip on its round surface and Fang was able to quickly jump in and retrieve it before any damage could be done.
Graeme looked up the path and saw the source of all the eggs rolling down the hill - he had to stop another one with his foot, gently, and picked that up in his other hand - as Aranea ran off to the side for some inexplicable, strange reason. She stopped when she hit grass which was, thankfully, not very far at all, and stood for a few moments making short little barking sounds like she'd gotten lost and didn't know where she was. Fang was quick to run after her, leaving his master to walk up to the woman sitting amidst the broken down heap of what looked like a little plastic wagon. She looked a little familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.
"You know, if you wanted me to come and talk to you you could have just said something." The grin slipped easily onto his features, perfectly practiced and as suave as he could possible make it. Internally, he's screaming. The eggs he has are outstretched to her like a peace offering, and he maintained his composure up until Aranea made her presence known by slamming right into his knee.
The eggs rolled away, thankfully the path was quite clear of rocks or anything, and their landing hadn't been as rough as it could have been. But now Sonia felt a little helpless, not certain how she could get the eggs back without fixing the wagon. The wheels were just within reach, but her tools? Maybe she could get the wheels back on? She sighed, pouting slightly at the apparent loss of her eggs. She just had to thread the wheels on and retighten the bolts, but the fact that she hadn't been careful enough was weighing on her.
Now, would she have a chance to find the eggs? Making sure she tucked in the three that had miraculously stayed with her. Good, the Eevee egg was safe. Mana would have probably hosed her down if she heard that something had happened to it.
But then there was quite the shadow over her, and she had to look way up in order to look the guy in the face. Whoa, he was tall. Much taller than Sonia standing, let alone kneeling on the ground like she was. Her mouth open slightly as she gasped in surprise. Her eggs! And what did he say? She blinked at him, giggling silently. Oh boy, that was, what was the word, cheesy? Sonia was grabbing her phone, about to spell it out for him (literally, as in using her text to speech app) when he got tackled by what definitely had to be his own Pokemon. The giggles came back with renewed vigor, full body laughter that if he wasn't gasping in pain he'd likely hear.
"Don't think I could have said something anyway. I'm too speechless." The app spoke for her, Sonia too busy giggling still before she was happily taking the eggs back from him and settling them in her lap, though tucking one of the spare blankets between them and the ground. The poor things had been through enough excitement already. She wouldn't be surprised if the poor Spinda came out even more confused than usual. The Joltik egg and the Drilbur egg also looked fine. Thank goodness!
"I hate to be a bother, but could I ask for a hand? If I don't get the wheels back on then I'm not getting anywhere very quickly." She typed away on her phone and looked up hopefully. The guy seemed nice enough, especially if he was actually returning her eggs. And his Pokemon seemed kind. Then she saw the Axew and smiled brightly.
"I remember you! Fang right? You just lost a tusk recently, but it's already growing back quite well! I'm pleased to see it." Sonia smiled at him before reaching out her hand, and if he let her give him a few little pets.
Post by Graeme Rowette on Aug 31, 2020 23:53:20 GMT
Aranea, despite having given him a patchwork of black and blue splotches all along his shins already, immediately sought to give him further suffering by chewing on his pants and the leg entrenched within it. Because she was still baby, it didn't hurt quite as much as it should have, but it was still something that was hard to ignore nonetheless. Graeme managed to free his already bandaged hand from where it was clutching at the spot where she'd rammed into him and pat her lightly on the head, and after a quick bite of investigation she was quick to rear up on her hind legs and plant both her little forelegs on his thigh with a gravelly croak of happiness. It nudged the trio of eggs he had swathed around him, but didn't prompt much more movement from them and he was left to return to the situation at hand.
When his attention inevitably turned back to the newcomer, the smile that had been fixated on his face faltered as a wave pure guilt swept over him. Oh God. Was she.. did she not know how to speak? Was she mute and he was taking advantage of her or something? Not that... he thought she couldn't take care of herself. He's sure that she's a perfectly capable woman sitting amidst the pieces of a broken down plastic wagon, but... all the same, it spoke to the inherent masculine instinct in him to look after her, to protect, to take care of her. But she was perfectly capable of doing that for herself, of course!!! ... but what if she wasn't?
This was something that was new to him; most of the ladies he hit on usually ended up telling him to get lost, their normally dulcet tones rife with annoyance and irritation. But it looked like he wasn't going to get that with the blonde woman in front of him, and, if anything, it only made him jump to attention when she asked him to help her. It was strange, getting orders from that robotic-yet-pleasant voice coming out of the phone app, but he wasn't going to question it much.
"Y-yeah!" It looked like she had a little pile of eggs already situated on a blanket on her lap, and he moved to hand off the ones he was carrying to her while Fang was drawn into some kind of... weird... encounter with the blonde. Fang was perked up and attentive, gazing into the woman's eyes as she patted him on the head which, to an outsider's perspective, looked like it was just the pokemon taking a liking to her. Graeme focused his attention on the wagon instead, looking at the places where the wheels had fallen off and just at the overall make of the wagon itself. It looked only like the wheels had popped off, which, given how many eggs it looked like the woman had, was probably to be expected. Was the material starting to look a little warped? Maybe that was just the sun. As he got to work, his already over-active mind went back over the details of their encounter that had happened just seconds ago, and he came to the conclusion that perhaps the stranger simply had a sore throat and was unable to speak much right now. Yeah, surely that was it. Maybe he was overreacting.
That thought in mind, the unfortunate air of nonchalance and overall suave posturing took over his features again; even with Aranea now chewing on the ends of his hair as she settled down for a makeshift nap, he still kept his poise, and looked from the broken down wagon back to the blonde woman who Fang was still gazing at with a look of outright wonder in his eyes. Unbeknownst to him, his pokemon was having a full-on conversation with the lass that went a little something like:
'Yeah!! It's coming back in real quick, and then I'll be able to slice steel beams when I get bigger! Are you a pokemon? I forgot to ask last time, but you can understand me, and I can understand you, so you must be a pokemon, right? Do you ever get lonely? Did you lay those eggs? How can humans lay eggs? Are they your siblings? How does buying stuff work at the pokemart? There was this really nice-looking bow Aranea wanted to get but she ate it instead, we keep having to check to make sure it's passed through but so far nothing, but maybe next time we can get one that's plastic that she can't eat--'
And so on and so forth. To Graeme, it just looked like Fang really, really liked the woman, if all the nods and little arm waving was anything to go by, and as he began to reaffix the wheels back onto the wagon he spoke up with that familiar, cocksure grin on his face, "I think he's pretty fond of you already. Unsurprising, since he's a big fan of sweet things." Surprisingly, Axew nodded in agreement.
Oh, his Deino was certainly doing a number on him wasn't she? Was she also why his hand was bandaged? Sonia looked at it, lips turned downward in a frown, eyes shining with concern. The Deino seemed to mean no harm by it, and wasn't the dragon type blind? In that sense she was like a puppy, exploring everything with her mouth. But still Sonia was quite concerned on the state of his hand, she could assume it was bitten. But was it cleaned properly? Could it be infected? Was it causing him pain? She really, really wanted to ask about it now.
"Thank you! From what I can tell, the wheels slide on this axil, and then these bolts hold them in place. Only, I don't know why they came loose." Sonia typed away, offering the bolts she had found on the ground, as well as the small pouch of her tools. She wasn't very handy with them and honestly didn't know what worked with what. That wasn't exactly something she had needed to learn with her father around.
"It's second hand, so maybe it was just a piece of garbage already when I got it." Sonia sighed, rubbing her temples as she blushed a little with embarrassment. If she had just spent a little extra money, this probably wouldn't have happened. But, maybe it could still be fixed well enough to last the trip to get a new one. She settled the other eggs in her now overflowing lap to keep them out of the way in case Graeme needed to flip the wagon or anything.
"That's good! I bet you'll be a big, strong, grown up Haxorus one day. But don't be surprised if you loose one again okay? It's normal to lose tusks for you. Just like it's normal for humans to lose their teeth. Every human loses their baby teeth." Sonia smiled and giggled at the young Axew. What a personality! "No, I'm not a Pokemon. I'm still a human, just a very special human. I can use my mind to talk to humans and Pokemon. But it sometimes scares people, so it's our little secret okay?" Sonia winked at the Axew, hopefully while Graeme was looking at the wagon, otherwise there might be some explaining to do. And now she was getting bombarded with silly questions, but she didn't mind. It was quite adorable.
"Yes, I get lonely sometimes, but I have some friends and my own Pokemon. I just felt like giving my Pokemon a break. They have been working very hard lately. No, I didn't lay these eggs, and humans can't lay eggs. They aren't my siblings, I don't actually have any siblings. As for Pokemarts, you pick what you want, and give the money to the person running the store. But I don't think they can help if you eat something you aren't supposed to." Sonia giggled at that, still smiling at Fang.
Oh, right. His trainer. Sonia was quick to grab out her phone and start typing.
"Aw, thank you. I think it's more I have a knack with Pokemon. I'm also a nurse and he recognized me. You brought him to the Birch city Pokemon Centre right? I was the nurse who checked him over. I'm happy to see that his tusk is coming in well." Sonia smiled fondly at the Pokemon.
At least before remembering her manners!
"I never introduced myself! My name is Sonia, thank you very much for the help." She smiled kindly to Graeme before holding her hand out to him. You always shook hands when you introduced yourself right?
Active Party Arciel Joltik Egg, 3/3 Spinda Egg, 3/3 Drilbur, 3/3 Hatenna, 3/3 Eevee Egg #3, 3/5 Feebas Egg, 3/5
Post by Graeme Rowette on Sept 2, 2020 23:51:24 GMT
With the distraction of repairing the wagon taking up his attention and focus, it was easy enough not to feel like an overly nervous wreck around the blonde stranger which was probably good, all things considering. The wheels slid off because of loose bolts? That sounded like they weren't properly secured in the first place. With Aranea now slumbering quite peacefully behind him, nudged up against his leg, Graeme took hold of the cart in both hands and carefully flipped it over to better exmaine the little metal rod connecting the axles together. While the top looked worn and aged with use, the bottom showed significant signs of wear and tear, with deeply-grooved scratches and dents from the telltale rock and curbs it probably traveled over.
At the mention of "secrets" Fang held both his little hands over his mouth, like if he didn't do that all the secrets would come tumbling out - regardless of the fact that Graeme most definitely could not speak pokemon. Perhaps he was wary of giving out his master's secrets? But how would he know which ones were secrets and which weren't? The most obvious choice was just to simply not talk, which it looked like he had resorted to doing to not run the risk of blurting out things he shouldn't. Instead he nodded, eyes large and eager, and looked from Sonia to Graeme who had set the wheels in their proper place and was now working to secure them with bolts. Fang's eyes took in the sight of Aranea now rolled onto her back, her little legs sticking straight up in the air and nudging his satchels of eggs while she slumbered on and her body twisted into an odd shape. It'd be almost cute if one didn't know how much of a terror she really was.
Once Graeme had gotten the wheels set to his liking he took the cart in both hands and turned it over to get a good look at his handiwork. It took a bit of effort, but because the cart was empty he didn't have to exert himself much to get it righted properly again, and in no time he was wheeling it back and forth to test out the wheels. It was just as flimsy as before, but hopefully it wouldn't pop off again; she'd really have to get a newer, better one when she had the chance. Or maybe not carry around so many eggs at a time.
Graeme straightened - the movement rousing Aranea, who kicked uselessly at the air for a few moments before she managed to turn herself onto her stomach with her head, like a turtle - and nudged the wagon with his foot before turning to the blonde and flashing her a quick thumbs-up. Now that he wasn't outright focusing on repairing the cart, he could get back to their conversation at hand - and all the anxieties that came with it.
"They probably just took you for a pretty face and thought you wouldn't notice so they could turn a quick Pen. I mean, they're not wrong - er. Wait. You're not -" Cue more internal screaming here. Thankfully, Aranea chose at that moment to headbutt his leg again on her way over to some tasty berries (which, again, she was wandering in the complete opposite direction of, enough to Fang had to scamper along to steer her back) and the brief wallop of pain shooting up through his leg was enough to bring him out of a cycle of nervous stammering.
"Ow." Graeme didn't look at all bothered or annoyed by this; he'd long resigned himself to his fate if he wanted to raise dragons, and so he expected this was just... par for the course. This was the fate he'd chosen for himself, and he would suffer. "Er... yeah. I thought you looked familiar. Aside from, you know, being in my dreams and all." And there's the fingerguns. The grin he gave her was only half-hearted; it felt like he was struggling to keep up with the conversation, and he was still a little thrown off that she couldn't.... really speak. It made it hard to tell if his lines were working or not or if she was annoyed with him. He spent a lot of time just looking in her eyes, trying to gauge her reaction, and it was starting to get a little... weird. At least for him, who'd rarely spent this long in the presence of a girl without fleeing in the other direction.
"Graeme. I actually have an apartment in Birch," He said, then, realizing that that might come off as an invitation immediately followed up with, "But it's infested with-" Rats? No. Cockroaches? No. "-chickens." Nailed it.
Sonia watched, curious and intrigued as Graeme flipped over the wagon after her eggs had been moved to her lap. Wow, the wagon really was quite beat up wasn't it? Maybe she should have taken a better look, or just bought a new one. Especially since she definitely had a certain fondness for taking care of eggs. There was just something special about seeing the little ones hatch. Of which she felt the twitch and pulse of light, signaling that one was getting ready to hatch. Sonia couldn't tell which one right off the bat, not when there were so many piled onto her lap. She definitely needed to moderate how many eggs she brought with her at once next time.
And Fang, Fang was totally adorable, earning some giggles from the girl. He looked so scared, like the secrets would spill out of his mouth if he didn't keep it covered. "It's alright, you can still speak, just don't go telling everyone you meet please? Some people don't react to well to people like me. Being able to do this, well, it scares some people. You understand?" The blonde explained, giving another reassuring pat to the Axew. Such a pure, innocent pokemon.
And Graeme definitely seemed kind too. She tilted her head as he righted the wagon, giving it a little test. It did look quite flimsy now didn't it? She frowned, buying a new one had definitely been a better option. She typed a note in her phone to get a new one, maybe this one could still be used on her farm? Maybe some of the Pokemon would like to play with it? Or her chickens! She could probably turn it into a nesting box or something.
Sonia giggled again, the Deino flailing was too cute. Though most things babies did were cute to Sonia. Sonia frowned, clasping her hands around her phone with a soft sigh. "Yeah, they probably did. Take advantage I mean. I was quite sheltered as a kid, so there are still a bunch of experiencs I'm lacking in." The more emotionless voice of the phone spoke for her, but Sonia shrugged. She wiped the sadness from her face, smiling as her optimistic nature took over."But now I know for next time!"
Wait, she was in his dreams? That didn't make sense, they hadn't actually met before had they? Was he a psychic too? Had he dreamed of them meeting? But briefest, gentlest touch of his mind gave her the feeling that wasn't the case. His mind didn't have that same sensation of power that Vert's did. Well, he must have been teasing then? That was what the 'finger guns' meant right? Good natured teasing? "Dream of coming to the Pokemon Center often?" She smiled, intending the words to be teasing, though it's not like she could totally control the tone of the voice the app used. So she winked back, that would get the message across that it was playful right? Ugh, telepathy was so much easier to use, but she had scared so many people by using it. Her chest tightened with worry at the thought of him reacting poorly to it.
Oh! He lived in Birch too! But his apartment was infested with.... chickens? A hand came to her mouth, Sonia trying to stiffle her laughter. But it didn't work, she couldn't get the image out of her head of a small apartment with chickens everywhere. She laughed so hard, that the sound that usually would have been soft could easily be heard, turning into wheeze even as her throat and something deeper began to ache with the strain. As much as it strained her body, she couldn't stop laughing, tears coming to her eyes. She was still laughing as she typed away on her phone.
"If you need some help removing them, I can offer some tips. Though how did they get there in the first place?" She typed, finally catching her breath, wiping away tears as she took deeper breaths though those were still broken up by chuckles. The sudden glow that illuminated her lap broke her from her laughing fit. She knew that glow! An egg was going to hatch! She couldn't let the poor Pokemon be crushed under the five other eggs in her lap. So the eggs were removed hastily, still tucking them into a blanket outside her lap.
Just in time, the egg split and turned into light. Then there was a... hat? A hat in her lap? Oh! That must have been the Hatenna egg! Sonia lifted the Pokemon to get a good look at them, setting her down when she began to squirm. "Welcome to the team. Rosalyn." Sonia spoke softly before cuddling up to the Pokemon, who promptly melted into the hug with a coo. Right, what about Graeme?
"Sorry, thank you again. Which way were you heading? Maybe we could travel together for a bit? Traveling with someone is much more fun than by yourself, and you seem like a really nice guy Graeme." Sonia typed once she wasn't distracted by her new Pokemon.
Post by Graeme Rowette on Sept 19, 2020 11:11:03 GMT
At Sonia's explanation Fang kept his little paws over his mouth and gave quick little nods of reassurance. She didn't need to tell him any more, and he didn't say anything else on the matter because at that moment Aranea chose to headbutt his leg on her way to... who knew where. Having dubbed himself the honorary Aranea-carer he'd left immediately, and as Graeme spoke he remained out in the field with her as he tried to steer her back to the right path and avoid the wayward bites and chomps that were aimed his way.
Graeme, meanwhile, was trying to decide if she was going along with what he was saying - dreams of coming to the Pokemon Center? Was she messing with him? Flirting back? He didn't want to think about it - since she seemed to bounce back from his general flirtations easily enough, and he was a little wary; not just because it didn't seem to affect her (albeit he'd be much more calmer if it had) but more for the fact that she was still talking to him despite that. It was a little strange, and any moment not he expected to hear a robotic voice telling him to "get lost" or something similar to that. When it didn't come, and instead Sonia burst out into laughter (that was laughter, right?) he found himself smiling along with her although it was a little uneasy. This was a normal conversation. They were just talking. Just a guy and a girl. Talking.
When her laughter turned to wheezing then his expression looked a little concerned, and he quickly moved over to stoop beside the blonde, a hand out as though he would pat her back to help her along but not quite touching. Actually, he looked more scared of the prospect of bodily prospect than he did of Sonia coming to any kind of harm - though it was probably impossible to tell which was which - until she began to type away, and then the message droned out in between her catching her breath. Oh. She was laughing, but at the chickens.
Graeme wasn't really one to feel embarrassment, and he certainly wasn't going to now. There were too many other emotions running rampant through his headspace to leave room for anything else - anxiety being at the forefront, for obvious reasons; he still couldn't believe he was talking to a girl, this had to be some kind of record or something - so when she started asking about the chickens he instead tried to come up with ways to explain it away. He wasn't a terrible liar, just a great pretender, so ... it was easy enough to pretend he really did have chickens in his apartment, and he rolled out another excuse as to why he couldn't have her over. But his words died in his throat once the egg in her lap glowed with a bright, effervescent light, and as the odd little behatted pokemon made its way into the world Fang eventually returned, dragging Aranea in tow by the sturdy branch she'd managed to latch onto.
Neither noticed the little girl skipping down the road, not even when she skidded to a stop and peered over at the two humans and the glowing light, her ruffled dress settling behind her as she cupped a hand over her eyes to peek out.
Having witnessed the miracle of pokemon egg hatching, Graeme knew exactly what to expect, and he settled himself comfortably as the pokemon emerged into the world. As Sonia hugged the creature he couldn't help but to grin in turn, propping a knee up and resting his elbow on it while Fang and Aranea wandered over to peer at the new arrival.
He didn't think he'd ever seen that species before, but it didn't look dragon-like, to be honest.
When Sonia typed again he was a little taken aback. Fang definitely onboard with the idea of travelling with another person, if the way he nodded fervently and immediately went over to Sonia's other side was any indication. Aranea busied herself with trying to eat the wagon almost immediately, but she couldn't quite get a grip on the flat sides and just kind of nudged it back and forth for a little while. He mulled it over, considering. It... might be more fun. And then they'd part ways at the next town and never talk to each other again, because that was what people did, right?
Only he had a feeling that he might be seeing more of Sonia. And that was actually a pretty terrifying feeling. But he was a great pretender, after all, and so he put on his best smile, giving Sonia a wink that was more practiced than it seemed. "I'm heading North to Cedar Town, if that's where you're going. Travelling with a cutie like you? It's a dream come true." He'd hesitate for a long, long moment. There was his hand again, only it was shaking. Like terribly quivering, like he was either cold or nervous or both. It looked like he was gonna cup her cheek, or tip her chin up, much like in those shoujo mangas he may or may not have gleaned for advice on how to be the ideal guy and woo ladies - but Aranea suddenly found her way back to the group just then, having tired of trying to chomp on the wagon, and took the opportunity to chomp on his hand instead.
Fang really was sweet, perhaps it wasn't only the dragon type smitten. Sonia seemed to be smitten with him as well. Each Pokemon was different, but Sonia had learned that also reflected upon the trainer somewhat. That meant Graeme must be a nice guy as well. Though, there was still an inkling that something was wrong. She didn't want to communicate telepathically with the young man, but the surface thoughts wre basically screaming anxiety. Was she doing something wrong?
Her back stiffened slightly, sitting upright more which had Rosalyn chirruping in worry. "It's alright Rose. At least, I think it it." Sonia reassured, eyes meeting Graeme's as he leaned forward, his hand up but trembling, quite badly at that. Oh no, was he hurt? That was his hurt hand wasn't it? Or was there something Sonia just wasn't understanding? But he was reaching out towards her.... and then his hand was getting bitten by Aranea.
Ouch! That certainly had to hurt. Sonia was wincing at just imagining how that might feel.
"Are you okay? That must have hurt." Sonia reached out her mind before she could think otherwise. Hopefully Graeme was too distracted by his Deino to see that fact that her lips hadn't moved to make the sound. But her expression was worried as she looked at the potential injury. She was reaching into her bag when another egg that had been pulsing in the background hatched into a white colored Joltik. And another behind her formed into a very dizzy looking Spinda. Sonia smiled faintly, patting them gently as she pulled out her small first aid kit. The teeth had broken the skin that she'd much rather tend to it now.
Three more eggs, each of them glowing, pulsing and twitching. But Sonia was only briefly distracted by the caw of a Wingull overhead as she looked back to Graeme's head. The gull was circling, probably wondering what was going on while looking for food.
Post by Graeme Rowette on Sept 26, 2020 12:49:43 GMT
Eventually the girl in the fancy dress, having decided there was really nothing of note to look at except a silly boy getting bullied by his pokemon, decided to skip away somewhere else. Fang did take notice, and he spent some time looking after the child as she hopped away, but he didn't think anything of it before turning his attention to trying to pull Aranea away. The Deino resisted at first, and actually began to chew, like she'd discovered a new treat she was definitely going to take her time eating. Or maybe it was just a sign of affection? If Sonia were to try and read the pokemon's thoughts, she would be hearing some very disjointed, almost childlike notions that were along the lines of "hand" and "master". It was obvious she was still a baby, and her thoughts weren't as well developed as Fang's, but there was the unmistakable feeling of joy at making the discovery of her master's hand. It was rather obvious that the Deino used her mouth to see, much like a puppy would use its mouth to explore with either nibbling or licking at anything and everything new.
Eventually Aranea did unlatch her hand in favor of chasing after something else, some scent or sound, and Fang was quick to waddle after her. Graeme immediately pulled his aching hand to his chest, but not in a way to seem unmanly or a wuss, but rather - yeah, he's flexing as he moves, both his forearm and bicep and also his hand, the fingers curling and uncurling like that would help the pain from Aranea's chomping. It was hard enough to break the skin, but not too bad, and as he pulled the bandage away there were some very visible teeth marks laid over the fading scars from earlier bites; it was apparent she had been nibbling on him for quite some time. At least it didn't seem as deep as the ones that were fading? Clearly she'd learned to lessen her bites over the past few days.
"Yeah... I mean -" He interjected quickly, with a shake of his head and a nervous laugh. When did Sonia get so close? Well, wait, hadn't he moved in close first? Or was that all her? Yeah, he didn't notice she hadn't spoken. The pain lancing through his hand and the realization they were close enough to... get married was already putting him on edge, enough that he felt his knee start to bounce a little from nerves. The pulsing of light behind her distracted him further, and the Joltik and Spinda that emerged from her eggs had him looking at his own trio of silent, almost cold eggs sitting snug in their satchels. Remembering that it had taken the first batch quite a while to hatch, he did his best not to worry too much over it, and waited until Sonia's attention wasn't focused on her new hatchlings before speaking.
"I'm a pretty sturdy guy. I can take a few hits." Wait... that made him sound like he got beaten up a lot. "Er... I mean. It's sort of a thing that comes with the territory, when you've committed to raising dragon-types I suppose." Which was partly true. Aranea was his only problem child right now, but he could only imagine how his hands might suffer if he ended up getting a Gible somehow. That species was practically all mouth.
When Sonia pulled out the first aid kit he recognized it almost immediately, and it was just like a scene from one of the shoujo mangas he'd read. Somewhat familiar with the situation and what was going on, he managed to relax his nerves only a bit and a half-smile made its way onto his face easily. Again, it was something he'd practiced enough times in the mirror and which usually had a good effect if he wasn't sweating from being so close to Sonia. Was it hot out here? Maybe he'd worn too many layers.
"You're not secretly a heart doctor or something, are you? I'm afraid I'm a lost cause..." It probably didn't make as much sense, but he's fumbling a little, here.
The Wingull eventually let out a caw and moved on. They eggs were simply too guarded to be taken, the humans were too close. Even if they were distracted with each other, the eggs would not go unnoticed by the other Pokemon.
Sonia still frowned, eyes down and looking at the small wounds. They were definitely still small and minor, there wasn't much blood but they still broke the skin. And who knew what could be on Aranea's teeth? Especially as that was what she used to touch nearly everything. The potential for germs was most definitely there. She looked toward the dragon, and knowing it was also a dark type she reached her mind anyhow. And was surprised by what she heard. A young, very innocent mind. She simply didn't know better. "Please try to be careful. Your teeth can still hurt your Master." Sonia pushed the gentle request the dual types way before looking back to the hand in front of her.
"I guess. I've heard dragon types were harder to train, but I didn't think this was why." Sonia continued the telepathy, keeping her head down so Graeme couldn't see the lack of movement her lips were making. She hushed her Pokemon, the soft reprimand causing them to gather around the wagon and watch what she was doing. The Joltik of course getting the best view from her new trainer's shoulder.
She already had her first aid kit out, so she just had to organize her thoughts. The bandage he had would need to be replaced, it was covered in drool and filled with pock marks from Aranea's teeth. Meaning it was probably contaminated. The wounds were shallow, nothing that warranted the need for stitches or sutures. They didn't even need liquid bandaids as they would likely start oozing serous drainage. So if she cleaned them, they would like be fine if she just wrapped them. The other marks on his hand seemed fine, so it would just be best if they were at least cleaned.
Bandages, a gauze pad to cover the wound, then more to wrap his hand. And they couldn't exactly wash his hand properly so she'd have to do the best she could. So she had some alcohol wipes on stand by. She bit her lip, keeping silent as she worked, though her mind went through the steps multiple times as she worked. First, cradling his hand oh so gently away from her lap, she poured a small amount of water over the wounds to rinse them. Then she wiped around them with an alcohol wipe before drying it gently. Holding his hand flat over her own, she gently rubbed some polysporin into the wounds. That should help prevent infection and encourage the healing process. And maybe even help with the scarring, though the ones he had may already fade with age, it was better if they got some help at the start. The last step was just bandaging, the gauze pad was placed over the back of his hand, the rest of the gauze was wrapped over it, getting alternated between going over and under his thumb. The length was cut, and the ends tucked into what had already been wrapped.
"There, that should be better." Sonia murmured, but smiled as she admired her handiwork. Yes, it looked like it would be fine. "Now for that heart."
Before Graeme could say anything, Sonia was leaning forward. She was right in front of him, then tilted her head to press her ear to his chest. His heart was definitely pounding, almost harder than her own, and his breath was coming quick. She pulled away, only to place her hand where her ear had been. "Sounds and feels very strong." sonia commented before looking up, and then blushing as she realized what she had done. With a soft gasp she pulled her hand away, cheeks lighting up again.
Active Party Borealis, Arciel Joltik, lvl 1, 5/5 Swivel, Spinda, lvl1, 5/5 Drilbur, 3/3 Rosalyn, Hatenna, lvl 1, 3/3 Eevee Egg #3, 5/5 Feebas Egg, 5/5 Graeme Rowette ((Trying for a medic skill up in paragraphs 4 and 5))
Last Edit: Oct 1, 2020 15:34:37 GMT by Sonia Antoni
Post by Graeme Rowette on Oct 6, 2020 21:11:31 GMT
As Aranea gaped at Sonia, her mouth ajar and not, for once, latching onto something, Graeme was faced with his own dilemma. Something was... off. He heard the words that were being said, and if this were an entirely different situation where he didn't have a Girl this close to him, touching him and smelling him and oh no did he remember to put on deodorant this morning? He's pretty sure he did, he'd never forget something like that but with Sonia so close he was starting to be concerned that he might have forgotten. At the very least he couldn't smell anything, so that was good, right? These thoughts and others did a good job of pushing everything else out of his mind, including the sudden tone that Sonia's words had that was unlike the mechanical drone of a text-to-speech app. Even if it was a completely different voice, by the time it had dawned on Graeme enough to ask about Sonia had already doctored him up, leaned in and-
-she was touching him again. Like. Touching touching. Like touching so much he could swear he could feel the warmth of her hand and then her head through the fabric of his shirt, like a hot brand to his panicking mind. Everything that his dad had said about women and wooing them, every single occurrence that had ever happened in his life concerning a lass that had started flirting back, sending him running for the hills, flashed behind his eyes. His heart was pounding so hard he was surprised it wasn't pumping right out of his chest. He hadn't actually thought that she would believe that heart doctor line, but she had - or at the very least was responding in kind - and although he should have been more concerned that Aranea had found a Relicanth popping up along the path and had run over to start screaming at it, he found it very hard to focus on anything aside from Sonia.
This was where he hit a bit of a dilemma. With the way she was blushing, and the way she pulled away, this was something straight out of his shoujo mangas and this was the point where he would start running. But Sonia had the advantage of being the only... mute girl he'd ever come across, and so leaving her behind in the dust with a wagon full of eggs tugged at his more chivalrous side, imploring him to stay for the time being. His own eggs weighed him down, making it hard for him to just flee into the distance no matter how much he wanted to; three eggs were a lot to carry and, besides that, they were a little heavy.
It was probably pretty obvious that he was having issues; he'd spent the past ten minutes or so just staring at her, a look of what could only be assumed was abject horror plastered across his face. Definitely the sort of thing a girl wants to see after having been super close to a guy and doctoring him up. His mind was working in overtime to say something, anything, and after a few seconds of looking this way and that, almost frantically so, his mouth opened and he said the first thing that came to mind:
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Rawst Berry x3, 
Stone x2, 
Greenery x2
