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mythical-copycat-ekoro:

WELL I THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY.

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((Drafted my owed replies. Going to try and game until I feel up to replying))

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askjollydragonite:

wyvernjustice:

Lance chuckled. “I have a Deino that my wife recently gave me, and one of my Dragonites with me as well.” He didn’t want to overwhelm the easily exciteable Dragonite by showing him all of his Pokemon, or informing him as to how many he had. 

Retrieving two Pokeballs from his belt, Lance released the Pokemon inside. A small, blue and black Pokemon appearance, and beside it another Dragonite. This one looked to be very experienced, having been one of Lance’s oldest partners, while the Deino still seemed young. The little Pokemon sniffed the air, and turned, catching its trainers scent. It chomped at the cape! Quickly, Lance swung it away, not interested in playing tug-of-war with the Deino. 

"No, I told you before. No biting my capes.”

The Dragonite tilted his head. He did not know what a wife was, and he was afraid of asking. There were no such things as husband and wife in the wild.

The little one looked slightly familiar, but he couldn’t put his claw on it. It was definitely fuzzy. Kind of cute, too. But where were its eyes? And the big one was familiar too. He’s seen someone just like that one in shiny things and water reflections, but it was not him obviously. This one looked very confident. 

"You see! It’s not just me. Everyone wants the blanket!" he pointed out to Lance like it was fact. It definitely was a fact.

He was pretty sure these Pokémon spoke their natural languages, but did they understand English? Sure, Pokémon followed their trainer’s orders, but that didn’t mean they understood complete conversa— Hold on. Dragonitessssss. With an s? It finally hit him. Was he really a good guy, or a… Dragonite collector? He didn’t know what other name to give him, but it made him very nervous and uncomfortable. A collector could be a bad guy, but it wasn’t the same name, so he could have twisted the truth but not technically lie. Ryan took a few steps back, just in case he needed to fly away quick.

Deino gave a little ‘rawr’ and wandered away from its trainer, picking up a new scent. It smelled like the veteran Dragonite next to him, but it wasn’t Lance’s Dragonite, it knew that for sure! Such a thing made the little Pokemon curious, so very very curious. So curious, in fact, that it began walking in Ryan’s direction! 

Lance’s Dragonite, however, was a bit more restrained. It looked at Ryan, then to its trainer, who didn’t seem to be in a position for a Pokemon battle. Shrugging, it watched the other Dragonite back away. It sniffed the air. It wasn’t intimidated but… Cautious? Yes, probably that. And wild. Definitely a wild Pokemon. 

In the Dragonite’s native tongue, Lance’s spoke to Ryan. “<You don’t need to be afraid. Lance is a very good guy. Unless you have a reason for us to doubt you are a good Dragonite?>” 

The redhead watched his Pokemon, deciding to let Ryan interact with them. Pokemon worked better with Pokemon. He knew that he could trust his Dragonite’s judgment, but his Deino, however, was not so disciplined and needed to be watched. If it tried biting the other Dragonite, he wouldn’t hesitate to call it back.

mxgolor:

wyvernjustice:

mxgolor

"Ah, hello there." Lance greeted the stranger kindly, though he found Magolor’s appearance strange.

[✰]: "Ah, hello." He smiled at the spiky haired male, floating over to him.

Was the odd-looking stranger… gliding over to him? He had to be. It didn’t make sense.

He knew it was rude, yet he couldn’t help but stare at the unnatural approach of the other.

-wyvernjustice-

roberttheglitcherino:

Do you even know where we’re going Sirene?

[(Geh keep your pants on you friggen patsy. We’re almost there.)]

I know that Gourgeists aren’t exactly seen as the cuddliest Pokemon when it comes to night time, or any other time for that matter, but I’m your trainer. I’m pretty sure that people wouldn’t flip out.

[(You can barely keep Robert in control. What the hell makes you think you can keep me in line when I go through my New Moon phase? Also, the fuck kind of nerve do you can boss me around when right now I’m the one telling you to pick up the pace so I don’t bust your legs with my bare hairs?)]

Geeeeuuggg… Okay okay forget it. Forget I mentioned it. Lets just keep going and hope we get there sooner…

*One of Mitchell’s Pokemon, a Super Sized Gourgeist nicknamed Sirene, seemed to have felt something off going on at the burned tower while she was toying around with her Phantom Force that was worth this trip all the way to Johto. She didn’t explain what, though, and found it more productive to drag his ass off the computer and threaten to bust his limbs if he doesn’t cooperate. Basically what she always does when she need him to do something and he doesn’t exactly cooperate quickly enough. She needed Mitchell because he does keep her Pokeball around when she needs to rest. Plus, he is the only one she knows who wears pockets and she can actually stand before strangling them.*

*In a good couple of minutes, they found themselves right behind the Burned Tower. Gourgeist, in some vein to be stealthy, withdrew her ghostly top half into her bottom half and rolled around like a friggen pumpkin, eyeing around. She could feel someone fairly close by. Someone who practically reeks with dragon feelings. Mitchell stayed in the bushes. He felt like he should actually help, but he could feel some ghost activity, and he didn’t need to get into trouble with more ghosts after the last time he astral projected. He just waited until she gave a signal.*

Lance had been asked to investigate some on-goings at the Burned Tower in Ecruteak. It was an unusual request, as Morty was usually the one who handled things regarding the towers in the region, especially ones which were considered sacred, historical monuments, and were closed to the public. However, the Gym Leader had been busy as of late, and had requested Lance’s help to investigate.

The Dragon Master had arrived at the Tower shortly before Mitchel and his Gourgeist had, his Dragonite having flown him there after meeting with the Gym Leader. Morty had heard from the other Ghost Pokemon that there was a very strong one hiding in there, allegedly bossing some of the other ‘mons around, but he himself was unable to investigate the rumors floating around. Little did they know that the problem was more compounded than that.

Lance heard the sound of something rolling around nearby. “Who’s there?!” he shouted, both he and Dragonite on the guard and ready to attack should it be the Pokemon causing all the problems.

askjollydragonite:

wyvernjustice:

This Dragonite sure was a strange one. Lance couldn’t help but chuckle at him, bemused. He couldn’t help but wonder if his own Pokemon had thought the same of him at some point, though many of his Pokemon were partners that he had had for the greater portion of his life.

"You’re forgiven. I’m used to others finding the name a bit… odd."

The redhead blinked at the rate of questions. It wasn’t the first time he had encountered someone who had asked a lot of questions, but he was prepared to answer them, before the Dragonite had started answering them for him. 

"You’re partially correct. I’m not from around here. I’m actually from the Indigo continent. Have you heard of either the Kanto or Johto region? I’m from there.

"I do have my Pokemon with me, yes. If you would like to meet them, I’ll be more than happy to introduce you to some of them.

"I am not a ‘shiny’ human. At least, I don’t think I am. I hope I’m not.”

Lance began patting around his uniform, trying to see if he could find any food on him. “And unfortunately I do not have any chocolate or other food on me. I apologize. I’ll make sure to carry some on me in the future.”

"Kanto. Johto. I’ve been to Johto! I don’t know how, but I did! I think I went to Kanto. I’m not sure."

Oh, no. He was right. No food. No choclety. Oh, well.

"Ooh! Ooh! Okay! Which Pokémon do you have?! They’re not Ice types, are they?" He hoped they weren’t Ice types. They were very scary with their deadly ice.

And he just realized something. Lance’s Pokémon probably didn’t speak English. What if he had to translate back and forth? What if there was some awkwardness between the Pokémon and their trainer because someone said something, and Ryan was left in the middle of it? He was now one nervous dragon. But no, he was a D-R-A-G-E— No, that was supposed to be O-N. There. Dragons were mean and confident, so he put on his most determined look as possible… which basically was him puffing up his cheeks and looking rather silly overall, but he was prepared!!

Lance chuckled. “I have a Deino that my wife recently gave me, and one of my Dragonites with me as well.” He didn’t want to overwhelm the easily exciteable Dragonite by showing him all of his Pokemon, or informing him as to how many he had. 

Retrieving two Pokeballs from his belt, Lance released the Pokemon inside. A small, blue and black Pokemon appearance, and beside it another Dragonite. This one looked to be very experienced, having been one of Lance’s oldest partners, while the Deino still seemed young. The little Pokemon sniffed the air, and turned, catching its trainers scent. It chomped at the cape! Quickly, Lance swung it away, not interested in playing tug-of-war with the Deino. 

"No, I told you before. No biting my capes.”

mxgolor

"Ah, hello there." Lance greeted the stranger kindly, though he found Magolor’s appearance strange.

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wyvernjustice:


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He chuckles, petting the giant dog. “You’re quite the noisy little fellow, aren’t you? Is your trainer nearby?”

Lee tilts his head. Is this person going to teach him tricks? That could be fun! “Woof!” Lee hops a bit, jostling and clinking his heavy metal chain collar.

Ah… It seemed that the dog didn’t understand what he had said, or at least he didn’t seem to understand the question.

He was curious when he heard the clinking noise. “Hm…?” His hands patted around the dog’s neck, feeling a collar, and then traced it down to the tag that was there.

"…Lee? That must be your name, isn’t it?"

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