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❝ ...white day... once again... ❞
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oh man oh man! i’ve been inactive for a while so here’s one of those big text promo posts since i hate making graphics!!! so hey there i’m lissa! riley is a long standing (2-3 years now?) muse and rp blog of mine! i’m independent, selective and private, but !!! i need some new people to interact with!! so i’d appreciate if you could like/reblog this if you’d like to interact with this man straight from hell!!!
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Peering over her shoulder in disapproval, Dawn frowned at the older man. There really was no reasoning with him, as far as she was concerned: he’d continue to show so much disapproval, and she’d continue to climb higher in search of what she was so sure was a lunar wing. Those simple feathers were capable of magnificent feats: they cured diseases, ended comas, warded off evil-– who wouldn’t hope it was a lunar wing?
“ I used up the last wing I found on a kid back in Canalave. You can’t seriously think I’d pass up the chance to find another, would you? There’s no way it’s just from a togekiss—-it was definitely too shiny. “ Dawn shifted her foot to the higher crevice in the rock he’d pointed out, and shifted herself up a few more inches along the face of rock. Quietly, she was thankful he had moved to a better place to spot her, but she wouldn’t admit that aloud.
“ I can climb just fine on my own. You really don’t need to worry, Riley. “
❝ i’m going to worry even if you tell me to not. you’re a little troublemaker--- it’s hard to not be anxious. ❞ honestly, hearing that phrase makes him worry even more. dawn had a particular penchant for bringing trouble, it was as though she were a magnet for it.
although, he feels as though it was more accurate to say she looked for trouble.. but it wasn’t like he was going to stop her from doing so. as long as she didn’t get herself killed (especially while under his watch!) then she could do whatever she liked.
it wouldn’t stop him from complaining, though.
❝ if it is a lunar wing, what are you going to do with it? i know some people make charms and pendants out of them, but i get this feeling that’s not your plan with the feather. ❞ if she’d used the last one on a kid back in canalave (he vaguely remembers rumours of a sailor’s son having never ending nightmares, but he’s not sure..), he doubts she plans to just put it somewhere and forget about it.
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“Ugh… I feel like…. both of those… it’s worse than being in Hoenn..” He was still muttering as he fell into step behind Riley, following him like he was lost in his own home. But he was glad for the company. Heat had melted away not only his concept of time, but all his natural apathy toward being alone – even his preference for it. He wanted someone there with him.
“You brought.. mn,” he accepted the pills from him, uncharacteristically compliant as he swallowed them back. Just tilting his head back was enough to set the world spinning. He slumped against Riley, groaning. “Hope it…. hope it kicks in soon… ugh…”
He shut his eyes, waiting for the feeling to pass, but remaining close to Riley. “I could use one of those about now… a cold pack… something like that… I don’t know… m’tired.”
❝ it will. and then after that, you’ll be able to get some rest. ❞ and if it doesn’t kick in anytime soon, it’s not as though riley has anything to be doing other than be a pillow and listen to the delirious words of a sick man.
at the other’s words, he digs back through the bag, clearly looking for the cooling pack he had bought earlier. ❝ oh, here it is.. ❞ he pulls something that resembles a small packet out of the plastic bag. ❝ ‘s one of those instant ice packs they use for injuries and stuff. ❞
he tries, as gently as he can, to push volkner off and move his head back onto the pillow, mostly so he’s free to move, but also because he doubts he makes a very comfortable headrest.
❝ come on, sleep properly or you’ll regret it when you’re well. ❞
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‘ uh, okay? ’ confused (not like he had anything else to do, maybe) followed after the stranger, hoping it wouldn’t be something super abnormal or a task he couldn’t complete. oh, was it a pokemon that was in that tree? was he really wanted him to get it? ‘ i can try, but what kind of pokemon it is? ‘
❝ a riolu. he’s normally so timid, but he’s being awfully defiant recently. ❞ he laughs, his gaze moving from the boy to the tree, where a tiny blur of blue seems to be trying to hide.
❝ he knows that i’m trying to get him, so he keeps climbing higher. so i figured someone else should try getting him for me. so thanks for helping. ❞
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Dawn stretched a little higher, sure of her grip. And Riley was right there, wasn’t he? Surely, if she started to fall, he’d at least break it unintentionally ( if not catch her gallantly, right? ). So, there was no reason to fear a few skarmory. …Even if skarmory—with their enormous wingspans, their sharp metal beaks, and their loud squaking—just so happened to be on her list of pokemon she definitely wanted to stay away from.
Shit, she actually really hoped there wasn’t a freaking skarmory nest up here.
“ I don’t care about a nest. Besides, wouldn’t that be a huge nest? I think I’d see it by now! Listen, Riley—I know I saw something fall up here that definitely wasn’t a skarmory feather.
It was too colorful, almost pink-ish, y’know? And there’s been a whole lot of strange reports of Cresslia sightings around Fullmoon island lately. “
goodness, there was no arguing with this girl, was there? she always managed to get the one up on him... he sighs (loudly, hoping she hears the exasperation in his tone..) and stands up from where he’d been sitting. he’s not going to climb himself--- she’ll have to drag him up if she wants him to get that close to a skarmory nest, but at least he can spot her.
❝ there’s a place you can put your foot to the left there. ❞ he points to a small pocket in the wall of rock. ❝ anyway, you don’t know it’s a cresselia feather. it could be a shiny skarmory, you know. ❞
he kind of hopes it’s not, though. he’d have to inform the pokémon rangers in this area to keep an eye out for poachers, if it was a shiny.. and that’s a hell of a lot of work.
❝ could be a swanna or togekiss feather, too. ❞
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❝ wait, wait. sorry, can i borrow you for like, three seconds? ❞ without even waiting for an answer, he begins to walk towards a tree, looking over his shoulder to see if the younger boy was following him or not.
❝ it’ll only take a second, i swear. he wont come down the tree for me, and i’m afraid that i’m far too old to climb up and get him. ❞
he’s talking about his riolu, of course.
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to riley, dawn is an endearing idiot (sure, she’s cute, but she’s still a god damn idiot...) when she wants to be. this seems to be one of those times.
he sits down on a boulder, and watches as the younger girl tries to climb up a rocky slope, for who know’s what reason.
❝ you know the only thing up there is a skarmony nest, right? you’ll get hurt if it tries swooping or if you fall down, missy. ❞
oh man oh man! i’ve been inactive for a while so here’s one of those big text promo posts since i hate making graphics!!! so hey there i’m lissa! riley is a long standing (2-3 years now?) muse and rp blog of mine! i’m independent, selective and private, but !!! i need some new people to interact with!! so i’d appreciate if you could like/reblog this if you’d like to interact with this man straight from hell!!!
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“you did…. promise…. this is why I don’t hate you…” An absence of hatred didn’t quite cover the range of feelings he felt. But he couldn’t find the right word for it, stuck just at the tip of his tongue. “Thanks… for coming all this way,” he suppressed a cough, the words coming out in a mumble.
He found himself leaning into Riley’s hand. His hand felt cool against his face, and he closed his eyes, sighing. “It… feels nice… your hand. You’re like a dead body…. without the death. I’m the one who feels like death.” He was rambling, and he wasn’t sure why – what he was trying to get at. Besides, it hurt: all this talking. What he really needed was some rest.
“Sorry… come in.” Reluctantly, he stepped back – away from Riley’s hand – to let him in.
he can’t help but smile softly and pretend to not notice the tinge of a burning sensation on his cheeks, he was so weak to being told that people didn’t hate him or that they considered him a ‘friend’. it was so rare to hear it made him happy whenever he did. not that anyone will ever hear that come out of his mouth, though.
❝ you look like death too. and you feel like you just stepped out of a sauna. ❞ he chuckles lightly, resisting the urge to pinch his friend’s cheek. once he’s let inside, he places the plastic bag down on volkner’s bedside table, digging through it quickly for the bottle of water and painkillers he had bought with him.
❝ here, take this. it’ll make you feel better for a little while. ❞ until he can figure out how to make food that sick people can eat, that is. ❝ i have those weird cold ice packs if you feel too hot too. ❞
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“You know, Monsieur Chamberlain, we’re always looking for prestigious trainers to join our ranks at the Battle Chateau, regardless of your Sinnoh citizenship. Someone who was considered a candidate for Gym leadership must always be held in consideration for other competitions, non?”
❝ as honoured as i am to be offered such a prestigious role, miss diantha, i’m afraid i’ll have to decline. i’m not sure i’m quite the correct choice for those sorts of positions. ❞