Unfortunately, attending to this… record is not the first of my priorities. I am a very busy man; I have many tasks to attend to that far outweigh this venture in importance. However, I do have the time and courtesy to make a greeting.
Welcome to this record… Be honored that you can see the mind of a man to change worlds.
Really? Well I don’t feel even remotely honored.
whoops~
Alder sighed contently as he sat down on his veranda after having traveled for a month did it really feel good to come home again. He truly had missed this place and his small family of Champions and elites. They did mean a lot to Alder after all.
Closing his eyes for a brief moment as the wind rustled his hair, feeling how the smile grew on his face.
All that really was missing was a friendly face, perhaps Cynthia would come along shortly after hearing of his return. She always did that. Smiling and being so bright. She always was a daughter to him and truly finds comfort in that.
She didn’t really know his definition of ‘shortly’.
A day? A week? Two weeks?
Not to her.
The moment the news got out that Alder was home, she didn’t even bother with a plane. She had set garchomp lose and was one her way to unova the second she found out. Sure she had Steven and Wallace and Lance to go to whenever she felt the need to hang out with someone. But nothing could ever beat being in Alder’s company.
He was her rock, her support, her…papa.
She eyes lit up the moment she saw him lazying around his veranda. Garchomp already knew what her master was up to and just prepared for the worst as she watched her champion jumps off her back and tackled the other to the ground.
“Papa!”
[ Lance prefers to keep his Pokemon out of the ball. He believes he’s an empath and it makes them feel trite, restrained and caged. A dragon in a cage will never see the sun. But perhaps that’s his own resentments to boundaries ( it’s evident really in the way he can never stay in one place. It’s of course, not as bad as Cynthia - but it’s reasonably pretty terrible ). When he sees her, recognizes her from her clips and her flair even from a far. He beckons her over with a wave. A callous smile gracing his lips. ]
Cynthia!
[ he calls out. ]
Over here.
[ He stands up for emphasis, his cape fluttering aptly in the wind behind him. ]
Ahh there’s that silly cape again. When will he outgrow that thing?
[Of course she hated that cape, it was weird and she didn’t really know why he loved wearing them. Probably a Dragon’s Den thing but really, she didn’t want to know.]
Well hello to you dragon boy. It’s been a while~
[ He’s waiting for Cynthia by a small clearing in the Kanto region. It’s a Champion bonding exercise. Steven’s somewhere on his way, but it’s Lance who naturally bothers to be punctual. It’s an easy looking clearing, with a chill breeze coming in from the east. These are the things Lance pays attention to, naturally. There’s a body of water, that’s something like a spring. ]
[ He’s still fully clothed and waiting for people to arrive. One of his Dragonites, is laid down on it’s back and he’s resting against it. ]
Champion bonding [scoff] I bet he’s using this as an excuse to show off another one of his damn Dragonites
[Cynthia had Garchomp circle the area a few times as she tried to look for anyone familiar. She wasn’t really the type to arrive extremely early and wait in the silence for someone to appear. Actually she hated it whenever she’d arrive first. So she took her time to land, eventually finding a spiky patch of red hair and immediately knowing know it belonged to]
Dive Chompy, time to make our grand entrance~
[The dragon dove down, eventually going into a free fall just because she knew Cynthia hated it when she did that. But able to catch herself and land gracefully on the ground, leaving the champion looking like quite a mess from all the screaming and flailing around.]
Not funny Chompy.
Urgh…arceus I will never get used to that feeling.
[Garchomp just smirks in return as she is called back to her pokeball]
We are Legendaries is officially open!
A POKEMON RP GROUP UNLIKE ANY OTHER.
MY FRIENDS, OUR VISION IS TO BRING TOGETHER THE POKEMON RP COMMUNITY THROUGH THIS OUTLET.
OUR MISSON, TO MAKE THIS GROUP LAST MORE THAN A YEAR.we have events already planned, everything from the usual high school AU to special events that would put specific people under the spot light.
we have rules that would ASSURE you a fun, IC and dramaless RP dash.
and of course, the chance to make new friends and obsess about pokemon to your heart’s content…in character of course.
Game verse, Manga verse, Anime verse, whatever you want.
All the spots are available, so why not?
Would you like to join us?
Such a lazy day…
The champion stood at the peak of the spear pillar, lost in her own thoughts as a gentle breeze flew past her. It had been a while since she had last been here and with what happened during that last visit, she couldn’t help but feel a slight pang of guilt.
The distortion world, the many beings she could have studied, she missed that opportunity. But what really got to her was the idea that she left someone there, alone and at the mercy of Giratina, of all pokemon.
A sigh.
She raised her head to watch the clouds float just above her.
“Shut up Cynthia.”
“Silent treatment?” Flint glanced questioningly over his shoulder. “I didn’t know we were pretending to be five again!” He was sorely, sorely tempted to reach a hand up and grab her ass, just to make his immaturity point hit home, but he didn’t. He figured slinging her over his shoulder was enough for one day as he descended the stairs, almost out in the bright sunshine.
She didn’t respond, not even a single world. It was her stubbornness that made her act that way she did really. That and her trait of being a complete and utter workaholic. There was that undeniable need to finish her work, her millions and millions of files and paperwork that really shouldn’t be left with someone of her age.
Oh well.
The champion knew she’s not going to win this. She’d win any pokemon battle thrown at her but when it came to Flint and what he wanted, she’d never win.
Groan.
Cynthia just gave up. Raising her hand to pull on a patch of Flint’s hair instead.
