Blair glanced over at Slash as the excitable Eevee pranced towards them, daring him to react. The Gallade resumed his normally passive pose, watching with mild interest. Satisfied, Blair nodded towards Julie as the Pokémon jumped into her arms. "Quite the energetic one you've got there!" he exclaimed, gesturing towards Piko, "Old Slash here, on the other hand... well, he's not one for emotion, obviously. Still... he's got it where it counts." Slash offered a bit of a nod in response, blinking twice.
With a shrug, Blair plucked the Gallade's green and white pokéball from his hanging belt and recalled the psychic Pokémon. After reducing the ball to its portable size, he clipped it back onto his belt before wrapping the leather accessory around his waist. There was no fiddling with belt loops or other such nonsense. Blair just pulled it tight and snapped the seatbelt-style buckle so the belt rested at a slightly skewed angle across his hips.
Flipping his discarded hoodie over his left shoulder, Blair gestured to Julie. "Come on in. Let's get out of this heat for a little," he offered, turning and beginning the short walk to the entrance. "The professor's been antsy about your arrival for a while now. I think he's got some stuff for you, too," he called over his shoulder. During the short walk, he reflected on just how he should approach this little 'project'. It wasn't something he'd really considered until now. Something told him that patience was going to be key... as was trying as hard as possible not to get involved unless it were a life-threatening situation. Getting through to Julie might also prove a bit of challenge, as from what he'd seen so far, she was quite timid. Of course, that could've just been her nerves. Maybe she'd be a bit more relaxed after they'd been together for longer.
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Blair was able to give her a lengthy look as she made her approach; the road from town ran over some pretty open ground. Her Pokémon of choice was an Eevee; that much was evident. The versatile Pokémon offered plenty of options down the line, so it was a rather popular starter all over the world. It seemed a very friendly and energetic fellow, which made Blair wonder just how useful it would prove in a fight. Slash, being a compete opposite of the Eevee, and a total diva, narrowed his eyes slightly at it. Blair, feeling this irritation flow through their strange bond, put a hand to the Gallade's shoulder as the pair drew close.
"Easy, boy," he murmured softly. They certainly didn't need things getting off on the wrong foot. Blair didn't want to scare her off or anything. Birch was trusting him completely with this endeavor, albeit a slightly strange one. If this somehow failed, there was no telling whether or not he'd ever get his job and lodging back.
Finally, the two made it near where Blair was leaning. As soon as Julie opened her mouth, it was painfully evident just how nervous she was. From the stutter to her voice to the thing she did with her hands, she seemed an absolute mess already. Blair couldn't blame her. This wasn't just your average walk in the park. Just like a great many things, it fell upon him to belay those misgivings.
Blair gave her a gentle smile, which contrasted sharply with the seemingly permanent sadness of his eyes. He moved off the fence and closed the gap between them. "Well then, you've come to the right place," he responded with as much enthusiasm as his normally low-key personality would allow, "He's just inside. I'll just need you to take a breath before you meet him, okay?" A soft chuckle escaped him as he extended a hand. "I'm Blair Whitacre, by the way. I work with the professor.... Or, at least, I used to." It wasn't easy maintaining eye contact with her; she seemed to want to look anywhere except at him.
"Easy, boy," he murmured softly. They certainly didn't need things getting off on the wrong foot. Blair didn't want to scare her off or anything. Birch was trusting him completely with this endeavor, albeit a slightly strange one. If this somehow failed, there was no telling whether or not he'd ever get his job and lodging back.
Finally, the two made it near where Blair was leaning. As soon as Julie opened her mouth, it was painfully evident just how nervous she was. From the stutter to her voice to the thing she did with her hands, she seemed an absolute mess already. Blair couldn't blame her. This wasn't just your average walk in the park. Just like a great many things, it fell upon him to belay those misgivings.
Blair gave her a gentle smile, which contrasted sharply with the seemingly permanent sadness of his eyes. He moved off the fence and closed the gap between them. "Well then, you've come to the right place," he responded with as much enthusiasm as his normally low-key personality would allow, "He's just inside. I'll just need you to take a breath before you meet him, okay?" A soft chuckle escaped him as he extended a hand. "I'm Blair Whitacre, by the way. I work with the professor.... Or, at least, I used to." It wasn't easy maintaining eye contact with her; she seemed to want to look anywhere except at him.
The midday sun of a spring day beat down upon Professor Birch's Littleroot Town Reserve. It was a sprawling complex of several acres, with features criss-crossing the grounds like rivers, plains, and small, rocky hills. Pokémon of all shapes and sizes roamed their enclosures, grazing and mingling amicably with one another. All of them belonged to a trainer in the Pokémon League, but while they weren't within their trainer's party, they resided here. The professor and his small team of aides and researchers took care of each and every one of them, all the while studying their habits and behavior. At the forefront of this massive enclosure was a white three-story building, the laboratory, sitting upon the main road that led back into town. It served as both the home of everyone on the professor's team as well as a place where more in-depth studies could take place... with express permission of the Pokémon's trainers, of course.
Crouched just in front of this building's rather large front garden was a short man of about 20 years, wearing a black pair of cargo pants and a grey t-shirt. His name was Blair Whitacre. The shirt was smeared here and there with dirt, as were his hands and some of his rounded face. An assortment of Weedle, Wurmple, and Caterpie were slinking around tall flowers and bushes, grazing upon their leaves and branches as he watched. Occasionally, the researcher would reach and take a half-eaten shoot or leaf after a Pokémon moved on from it and give it a good, hard look. A mostly black hoodie and a belt lined with six variously colored pokéballs were slung along a nearby fence, shed because of the increasing heat. Despite this morning's rain, the humidity was very apparent and uncomfortable.
After a while, it was clear that whatever he was looking for wasn't there. He straightened up with a grimace, knees aching from holding that position for so long. Wiping a bit of sweat from his brow, the sound of the lab's front doors opening caught his attention. Looking over at the short path that ran between the road and the lab, he caught sight of Professor Birch himself striding in his direction. Blair had a feeling he knew what this was all about, but he tried to play it cool. The professor had been badgering Blair about it for the better part of three weeks now, ever since he found out that she would be coming. Blair had managed to delay giving an answer, but as today was supposed to be the day, his decision needed to be made. The little game Blair was playing with Birch's mind was about to come to an end.
"Still no luck?" Birch asked, taking Blair's pained grimace as a sign of another failed experiment.
"Nothin'," Blair responded, shaking his head and moving over towards his hanging belongings. He wiped his hands off on the inside of the hoodie, staring down the road that eventually led into town. Still no signs of a visitor so far....
Birch made no reaction to Blair's odd habit of wiping his hands off on just about anything. He knew that Blair had spent years on the road, moving from town to town all over the world in search of Pokémon and badges. When you made a life of roughing it, you were bound to develop some rather unsanitary habits. "That's too bad," Birch remarked, not really sounding all that involved in the matter. The preoccupation with something else was evident. Blair knew what was coming next. "But... you know, Blair," Birch continued, sounding hesitant, "She's bound to be here any minute now.... And since you've never said 'no' outright... I just thought I might give you one last chance, you know?" He tried to smile at the former World Champion trainer, one hand stroking his impressive beard, but it looked obviously forced.
Blair actually cracked a smile, gripping the fence and leaning back against it with his legs crossed at the ankles beneath him. "Professor, with your constant badgering, I'd wager you've given me about fifty 'last chances'," he remarked coyly, letting his snappy wit get the better of him, "So you'll be delighted to hear that I've already been preparing to leave for the last few days. My bag is packed and sitting on my bed, Professor. You've won.... I'm going."
Birch looked positively delighted at Blair's response, clapping his large hands together. "Wonderful! Wonderful!" he cried with gleeful triumph, "I've always said you don't belong in a lab, Blair! You belong out there, making a name for yourself again! I know for a fact this is your way back in it all!" Then, before he could stop himself, he continued: "Oh, I must let her father know! He'll be delighted!" With that, he dashed back towards the lab before Blair could get in another word.
"Always the excitable one, isn't he?" Blair murmured to seemingly no one in particular. However, there was always someone listening to him... someone he'd known for over a decade. They were always less than an arm's reach away in case of danger or otherwise. There was a dazzling flash of light as the green and white pokéball on his hanging belt released its contents. A rather tall and stoic Gallade appeared next to Blair, his defining feature a vicious scar just below his right eye. "I take it she's close by, Slash?" Blair asked the psychic Pokémon, despite already knowing the answer. The Gallade gave a slow nod, gesturing towards the road with his head. "Good. Let's hope this isn't a complete waste of my time...."
With that, Blair returned to cooly leaning against the fence by the path, waiting for his next companion to come walking by.
Crouched just in front of this building's rather large front garden was a short man of about 20 years, wearing a black pair of cargo pants and a grey t-shirt. His name was Blair Whitacre. The shirt was smeared here and there with dirt, as were his hands and some of his rounded face. An assortment of Weedle, Wurmple, and Caterpie were slinking around tall flowers and bushes, grazing upon their leaves and branches as he watched. Occasionally, the researcher would reach and take a half-eaten shoot or leaf after a Pokémon moved on from it and give it a good, hard look. A mostly black hoodie and a belt lined with six variously colored pokéballs were slung along a nearby fence, shed because of the increasing heat. Despite this morning's rain, the humidity was very apparent and uncomfortable.
After a while, it was clear that whatever he was looking for wasn't there. He straightened up with a grimace, knees aching from holding that position for so long. Wiping a bit of sweat from his brow, the sound of the lab's front doors opening caught his attention. Looking over at the short path that ran between the road and the lab, he caught sight of Professor Birch himself striding in his direction. Blair had a feeling he knew what this was all about, but he tried to play it cool. The professor had been badgering Blair about it for the better part of three weeks now, ever since he found out that she would be coming. Blair had managed to delay giving an answer, but as today was supposed to be the day, his decision needed to be made. The little game Blair was playing with Birch's mind was about to come to an end.
"Still no luck?" Birch asked, taking Blair's pained grimace as a sign of another failed experiment.
"Nothin'," Blair responded, shaking his head and moving over towards his hanging belongings. He wiped his hands off on the inside of the hoodie, staring down the road that eventually led into town. Still no signs of a visitor so far....
Birch made no reaction to Blair's odd habit of wiping his hands off on just about anything. He knew that Blair had spent years on the road, moving from town to town all over the world in search of Pokémon and badges. When you made a life of roughing it, you were bound to develop some rather unsanitary habits. "That's too bad," Birch remarked, not really sounding all that involved in the matter. The preoccupation with something else was evident. Blair knew what was coming next. "But... you know, Blair," Birch continued, sounding hesitant, "She's bound to be here any minute now.... And since you've never said 'no' outright... I just thought I might give you one last chance, you know?" He tried to smile at the former World Champion trainer, one hand stroking his impressive beard, but it looked obviously forced.
Blair actually cracked a smile, gripping the fence and leaning back against it with his legs crossed at the ankles beneath him. "Professor, with your constant badgering, I'd wager you've given me about fifty 'last chances'," he remarked coyly, letting his snappy wit get the better of him, "So you'll be delighted to hear that I've already been preparing to leave for the last few days. My bag is packed and sitting on my bed, Professor. You've won.... I'm going."
Birch looked positively delighted at Blair's response, clapping his large hands together. "Wonderful! Wonderful!" he cried with gleeful triumph, "I've always said you don't belong in a lab, Blair! You belong out there, making a name for yourself again! I know for a fact this is your way back in it all!" Then, before he could stop himself, he continued: "Oh, I must let her father know! He'll be delighted!" With that, he dashed back towards the lab before Blair could get in another word.
"Always the excitable one, isn't he?" Blair murmured to seemingly no one in particular. However, there was always someone listening to him... someone he'd known for over a decade. They were always less than an arm's reach away in case of danger or otherwise. There was a dazzling flash of light as the green and white pokéball on his hanging belt released its contents. A rather tall and stoic Gallade appeared next to Blair, his defining feature a vicious scar just below his right eye. "I take it she's close by, Slash?" Blair asked the psychic Pokémon, despite already knowing the answer. The Gallade gave a slow nod, gesturing towards the road with his head. "Good. Let's hope this isn't a complete waste of my time...."
With that, Blair returned to cooly leaning against the fence by the path, waiting for his next companion to come walking by.
And here we are... A new adventure is about to unfold!
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The Rakdos Cult was no match for the Syndicate tonight, my friend. My pals in the Ghost Council saw to that. Unfortunately, I'm only looking to have this be a two person play. That's why I put it into this section. :D Thanks for the interest, though!
Come now. Someone must be at least a little curious.
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I'm unapologetic in admitting that I've had an intense craving for a Pokémon roleplay as of late. I'm not too concerned with what region's Pokémon anyone uses; in fact, I'd prefer if everything were fair game. I'm conflicted over whether or not to have a plot centered around new trainers or well-established ones (non-canon, of course). I also don't know how I feel about our characters knowing each other beforehand or not. I have several plots from the past that depend on combinations of those, but I'm always looking for new ones. If you came to me with even a rough outline of a potential story, I'd most likely snap it up in a heartbeat. I'm that desperate. It's been far too long.
I ask that you have a mature stance when it comes to roleplaying and the situations that may arise from it. I'm talking violence, gore, sex, and language. I'm not too fussed with age, so long as you're not in middle school. My standards of 'literacy' shouldn't be very hard to meet, so long as you can form a coherent post whilst moving the action along. Being a male, that is what I will be playing, though I can easily double as a female character if the situation calls for it. Odds are that romance will not be the central focus of any plot... at least not initially. Of course, if you want it to be, and the plot makes sense with it, then I won't object.
I can easily throw a couple of my plot ideas your way if you want to PM me. We can also discuss potential rules and other tidbits before getting into characters and such.
I look forward to hearing from some of you. :D
I ask that you have a mature stance when it comes to roleplaying and the situations that may arise from it. I'm talking violence, gore, sex, and language. I'm not too fussed with age, so long as you're not in middle school. My standards of 'literacy' shouldn't be very hard to meet, so long as you can form a coherent post whilst moving the action along. Being a male, that is what I will be playing, though I can easily double as a female character if the situation calls for it. Odds are that romance will not be the central focus of any plot... at least not initially. Of course, if you want it to be, and the plot makes sense with it, then I won't object.
I can easily throw a couple of my plot ideas your way if you want to PM me. We can also discuss potential rules and other tidbits before getting into characters and such.
I look forward to hearing from some of you. :D
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