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Post by harley dawson on Nov 19, 2012 20:46:14 GMT -5
as the sun began to set, a scrafty sat on the edge of the gate that led to the shaymin gardens. his tail curved behind him, curling around him before settling into the grass behind his body. harley let out a whistling sigh, looking back towards the sky -- he had always loved how the night looked around here, especially at this time of year. it was calm and filled with tiny decorative lights, all giving the gardens a magical feel. harley grinned. there was no feeling that could compare to this one!
a noise coming nearby caused him to turn his head, his tail swishing behind him at full alert. who else was out this late at night? well, it wasn't late, the sun had barely finished setting... but still, this was his secret little sacred alcove. he couldn't help but feel protective over it. "'ello?"
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Post by javier on Nov 20, 2012 13:03:26 GMT -5
javier always found it so frustratingly difficult to prowl around as a zorua. stubbiness, small stature, and a general lack of intimidating characteristics made spooking people out so much harder than it should be. luckily, he's got the upper hand with some illusions up his furry sleeve. javier sniffed, sneezing softly at the irritatingly calm air around him. he wanted to prank someone; the atmosphere was too peaceful, too soothing. the calmness was suffocating.
giving up gracelessly on his attempt to sneak about, javier set on attempting to trample every little flower in his sight. it was a bit of fun - all for the price of a few lives. he stopped short of just uprooting a delicate plant when a small "ello" broke through the calm. finally. javier grinned wolfishly, swiftly setting himself behind the source of the voice: some annoying... thing. bit of a buzz kill, really. just then, a witty remark began dancing at the tip of his tongue,
"a wise man once said, 'it's better to stay silent than speak with your shrill, unpleasant, squealy voice'."
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Post by harley dawson on Nov 20, 2012 13:09:59 GMT -5
the voice was sour as soon as harley heard it. he raised an eyebrow, resting his chin in his hand as he watched a very angry looking zorua gijinka start to trample as many flowers as he could. "oi, they're just gonna grow back, y'know. pointless attempt." he shrugged before suddenly letting out a laugh at the male's words. "oh, yeah? a dumb man also said the same thing, seems difficult to tell the difference." he gave the boy a wink -- or was it a blink? hard to tell with that eye patch -- before going back to looking at the now dimming sky. he was in good spirits for the moment, so he didn't see a need to chew out the zorua or anything like that. after all, was he really doing any harm? all he was doing was stomping on flowers and looking like a general four year old who didn't get his ice cream.
well, if he wasn't really bothering anyone, there wasn't much of a need to feel as protective as he did before. it pained him a little to see the flowers get trampled, but it wasn't much of his business. with a soft grunt, he hoisted his legs over the side of the wall and made his way off to sit on a nearby bench. far more comfortable. with a flick of his tail, he laid down on it, staring up at the moon. unless the other male decided to speak again, he wouldn't pull an interrogation.
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Post by javier on Nov 20, 2012 13:29:28 GMT -5
man oh man has javier got himself a socially awkward one. he shook his head; sometimes, a man just has to deal with the little scraps of incompetence he can draw some enthusiasm from. silently he watched the other laugh, unfazed, smiling eerily. javier wasn't one to get mad at little jabs and petty insults. without hesitance he shuffled closer, a little spark of amusement in his eyes as he listened to the comeback. if it wasn't for reality, his ears would've bled. "that's a whole lotta words to describe yourself with," he answered with cutting wit and characteristic lightheartedness, rolling around in the soft grass - or what was left of it.
he would stay and talk there. no reason to approach the thing with the eyepatch unless completely necessary. instead, javier fancied himself with practicing his little abilities at creating illusions. skillfully, he took the shape of a scraggy - goose stepping with intentional awkwardness. "how do you even keep that... what do you even call the awkward flap thing? pants? or is it skin?"
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Post by harley dawson on Nov 20, 2012 22:50:16 GMT -5
[classy=icon]  [/classy] [classy=notes][style=margin-bottom: 10px]  [/classy] [style=font-family: yanone kaffeesatz; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #f4f0f4; text-align: center; border-bottom: 1px solid #B1654C; text-shadow: -1px 0 #B1654C, 0 1px #B1654C, 1px 0 #B1654C, 0 -1px #B1654C; width: 286px]I GET IT I GUESS IT IS WHAT IT IS TOO LONG WE'VE BEEN DENYING, NOW WE'RE BOTH TIRED OF TRYING, WE'VE HIT A WALL AND WE CAN'T GET OVER THAT, YOU SAID IT I GET IT harley couldn't help but laugh at the snark coming from the zorua. despite the creature's illusionary tactics, harley could flick him away like a flea. it was clear that he wasn't at all worried about defending himself; as long as his bark was worse than his bite, he was fine. he rolled his eye and responded, "oh, gosh, throwing my own third grade comeback against me, i could just cry." he continued to keep his gaze locked at the rising moon, his arms laced around the back of his head and a leg crossing over the other in a relaxed manner.
the gijinka began to waddle around, and only then did he notice the flash of yellow. he glanced at him quickly and laughed again, this time with real humor. "aye, if i was a real scraggy it'd be skin... but it's just pants on me, mate," he said, shifting just slightly and then gesturing to the sliver of boxers that the male would be able to catch from looking. "and what about you, fluffy? what else can you make me see?" hm, maybe he could go on some sort of weird acid trip. [/style][/style] [newclass=icon]border: 3px solid #fefefe; height: 100px; width: 100px; float:right[/newclass][newclass=notes]border: 3px solid #fefefe; height: 100px; width: 100px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: center; opacity:0.00; -webkit-transition:all 1.7s ease; -moz-transition:all 1.7s ease; -o-transition:all 1.7s ease; float:right; margin-right: -107px; [/newclass][newclass=notes:hover]border: 3px solid #fefefe; height: 100px; width: 100px; overflow: hidden; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: center; opacity:1.0; -webkit-transition:all 1.7s ease; -moz-transition:all 1.7s ease; -o-transition:all 1.7s ease; float:right; margin-right: -107px; background-color: 000000[/newclass] |
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Post by javier on Nov 21, 2012 7:33:54 GMT -5
javier laughed loudly at the sight. sometimes, he found the resemblance between a gijinka and their linked pokemon to be quite uncanny and, well, this was one of those 'uncanny' cases. with the amusement of pretending to be a scraggy completely gone, he transformed back, lying on his back to stare at the night sky.
"don't call me fluffy, you bipedal lizard." javier snapped, yawning lightly and shifting in his position. the conversation had taken a turn for the lighthearted - and javier didn't mind. he was going to enjoy all the quiet and then wreak some havoc later on. "how about you tell me something about yourself?" he stretched out leisurely, arms and legs sprawled out. "i don't even know your name, and you're asking me to give you magic tricks." javier shook his head, the grass beneath his unkempt red hair ruffling with a soft noise.
"your name, how you got that comical little eyepatch..." javier paused, and a wolfish grin settled onto his face once again. "how about you tell me a little about your 'trainer', if you've got one. what's this 'bond' you're supposed to share? " he asked lightly. javier has never had a trainer. he never needed one, as he felt no connection whatsoever. it felt free - but it never hurts to know the other bit of the story.
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Post by harley dawson on Nov 24, 2012 13:34:21 GMT -5
harley rolled his eye at how snappy the guy got as soon as he called him fluffy. jeesh, seemed like he took things pretty personally, didn't he? harley flapped his tail against the ground a few times, the scraggy gijinka still focused on the night sky. "somethin' about myself, eh?" he repeated in a mumble, staring blankly. he couldn't help but laugh at the gijinka's next comment. "you sound like i picked you up at a bar, kid," he mentioned with a grin before sighing a moment.
"name's harley. i wrestled a bear, once," he said with a smirk. of course, that wasn't the case, but there was no way he would divulge how he got his scar and subsequent patch. he hadn't even told lee about that yet. speaking of... "lee? please, i train him." he laughed at that, his tail curving. yeah, lee was a bit of a dumbass, especially when it came to battling. "i don't know much about a bond. s'not something we've really got yet... but it's nice to be able to punch myself in the face and have him feel it instead." he laughed again. that was certainly how he usually got lee to do what he wanted.
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