Hm, I'm interested and would probably go with the Caesonia kingdom for the character I have in mind, might go for an outsider depending on whether the idea I have in mind is plausible or not.
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Tristan Glory
Being as small and fragile as he was; a person who very much watched his weight that the unexpected powerful pat to his back had indeed knocked him from the chair he sat in. He would have been sent flying to the ground had Neil not caught him, but did nothing to hep the fact every bit of air was blown from his lungs leaving Tristan to cough and wheeze, even feeling as if he was going to vomit only to gulp it down along with a mouthful of oxygen burning down his throat, struggling to catch his breath.
Tristan pushed himself back up onto shaky legs, blinking away the bit of tears that had formed in his eyes; barely catching what the two said, but the gist of it which meant the deal was wholly accepted and settled." W-wonderful...I'm glad *gasps* we could come to agreement." Speaking through small wheezing coughs, still trying to keep his soul from leaving him as he rubbed at his throat hearing Neil asking to follow him in order to begin the investigations. He nodded in turn while coughing in an attempt to clear his throat." Yes, by all means. Please lead the way." His words coming out a bit wheezy and raspy still; turning his head to Mrs. Frida." I'll...do my best to take care of this for you and greatly look forward to partake of your cooking." He finished with a bit of cracking to his voice as he nodded to the woman before following after her husband where along the way wondered why all the women in this region were so strong and dangerous. At this rate it was becoming far more likely a woman would kill him he feared and was thankful that his instincts warned him not to say something stupid which the incident with Freya and Steph more than likely had a big hand in.
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The discussion seemed to be going well as Tristan missed the way the rancher flinched upon being referred by his last name due to being taught in the ways of business formal. And thus, when told to call him Neil, he found it strange." Ah? Yes, of course. If that is what you prefer..." Intending to do as such but trailed off instead finding it awkward to do so.
Thankfully, Mr. Anderson spoke on changing the topic with mention of his wife sharing similar opinions regarding the house using some spring colors bringing a smile to his lips. It seemed this woman had some good taste to think such from the style and decor of the place though kept quiet as he looked to have more to say after showing a look of confusion or at least that was what he could make out through that bushy beard.
The next statement had him raising an eyebrow; surprised at his guess that he was foreign to the Evig region, that is until he was told about the situation regarding Torchics. Hearing this made him frown while his folded hands clenched a bit, both saddened and frustrated to hear of more the horrible effects done by cipher's misdeeds. He lost himself in thought until Neil carried on that the Torchics were more his wife's and needed to discuss with her about it after quick mention about a pack of moomoo milk." Oh... oh! Yes, of course. By all means, take your time and am more than fine with the moomoo milk." He replied in turn which got a happy chirp from King who wasn't disappointed at all about the berries leaving him to guess that this Murkrow might have partaken of this ranch's milk before.
Tristan spent this time to think on what Neil said after he left to talk with the wife. How sad it was to hear how much the Pokemon are suffering due to this vile organization who seemed to show no remorse towards the fact their actions have pushed pokemon to extinction were it not for people like Mr. Anderson's wife. He had no idea of just how severely damaging Cipher's presence was to the region that he wondered how they could be stopped. And if this was indeed the only place to find Torchics then this was his one and only chance to acquire one.
Before long he would hear the rancher return with his wife; a woman that carried an intimidating presence that while briefly reminded him of Steph and Freya, hers felt less dangerous and more just imposing similar to that of Neil though not as strongly and with a hint of warmth. All it took was a single glance to tell this woman was no stranger to manual labor as she had a strongly built body, albeit nowhere near as bulky as her husband, but he had a feeling her strength was far from lacking as he would in fact get a taste of it shortly.
The rich teen soon heard her speak and his face went blank and pale as once again was instantly reminded of the she-beast. To find another that spoke in such a thickly accent left him reeling in a manner akin to ptsd though the one saving grace was that her accent wasn't as thick allowing him to actually pick out some of her words at least, one of them including her name to be Frida.
This had Tristan struggling with trying to decipher what she said, but one thing was for sure that this time he would hold his tongue. As he had the feeling that whereas a punch from Steph would have left him with a bruised or broken nose, a blow from this woman could very well kill him. And so, he chose to hold his tongue while blinking nervously at the hand she extended momentarily before reaching out to take hold of it; an act he regretted almost instantly for the grip she had was like a vise that threatened to crush his silky soft and well-manicured hand and for a moment swore he heard something crack, confirming that a blow from Frida indeed would be deadly.
" Ch-Charmed to meet you, Mrs. Frida...and like I said to Mr Neil here, I wish to say once again that you have a lovely home here." He spoke in a friendly, albeit strained and slightly nervous manner then gave a forced smile. The one relief he had was that Neil was there to explain in his wife's stead. His eyebrows furrowed a bit at the next statement, finding it a bit disappointing that he wouldn't get to pick out his own though taking their situation into consideration that it was only fair, but was happy to hear they agreed to his proposal. Even if Frida did not seem all too pleased with it by the tone of her words, at least from what he was able to make out.
Tristan couldn't help feel bad; both for the trouble they were going through and the situation with the torchics and pondered to himself while rolling his wrist and flexing the hand to make sure nothing had been broken." I am pleased to hear you have accepted my proposal and have no qualms regarding being unable to pick one out as I don't wish to hinder the gallant efforts of Mrs. Frida here, but... I have one last thing to add if you don't mind?" He stopped there for a moment trying to think up an idea while still rolling his wrist when he noticed his stomach rumbling and from it came the idea needed." Mind, before you worry, I don't mean to add more onto the deal, but instead to offer a slight change. I would like to suggest lowering the reward by another 500 from the offered price making it an even 3k and in exchange perhaps ask to join you for dinner, after I have dealt with the egg thieves of course." He finished with a nod in the hopes this would make Frida a little more comfortable with offering up a Torchic even if only a tad and get himself a home cooked meal that while he doubt would be anything like the high quality meals he was used to, anything they cooked would be far more preferable to the nutrition bars and other small dried food chives had packed for him of which he had been dreading having to subject his refined tastebuds to.
Tristan Glory
Tristan was observing the rancher's face expectantly, waiting for him to show visible recognition at the mention of the Glory name. Not only did he get no reaction as he hoped, but a look of confusion as if he had never heard about his family which left Tristan feeling a tad flustered and disappointed.* Seriously? How can he not know about the Glory Congomerate?* He wondered this to himself, baffled, as just about everyone back home just about knew of the Glory's and only those who lived under a rock wouldn't though from the looks of this man, he was likely one such case.
Then the man spoke in a gruff manner causing the pampered teen to tense up as he unexpectedly found himself paranoid, worried the rancher was gonna grab and toss him into some nearby piles of hay. It certainly wouldn't have been the first time being tossed out, but he simply told to follow him to discuss the details inside. Tristan let out a low exhale of relief, releasing his breath that he hadn't noticed even holding in at first; clearly still rattled from the whole ordeal with Freya and Steph.
" Y-yes, right. Ahem, lead the way then good sir." Taken off-guard by the rancher's surprisingly direct yet kind manner of speaking as these types typically tended to not be so... elegant in the way they spoke, at least from what he was taught. Only to be surprised yet again upon setting eyes on the man's domicile, so very unlike the image in his head as while he wasn't exactly picturing a tiny shack but more like say a small wooden cabin and instead the property was more akin to a moderately nice summer home that most rick folks normally owned.
Three times now that Tristan was surprised by this ranch which, now that he took a good look around proved to be quite large which seemed to show that this place was thriving quite well. And this house was visible proof of its booming success. Then before long he saw the inside and while the decor wasn't exactly to his taste per se, he couldn't deny that the furniture and style gave off a warm and comfortable vibe; one that he might find very relaxing to lounge about when wanting a break from his lifestyle with all the tech and keeping up with social media.
Consider Tristan more than impressed and once in the kitchen, would see that this rancher whose name to be Neil Anderson was also well mannered as well seeing how he offered a glass of iced tea. For once he found himself giving a warmly smile as he sat down at the table making himself comfortable and took a sip of the tea which to his delight wasn't overly sweet as most places tended to be often overpowering the gentle flavors, but the lack sweetness allowed him to enjoy the refreshing sharpness of mint and faint sourness of lemon, none of it overpowering to the senses.
Unlike that grumpy bore, Kapock, Neil was a man Tristan found himself respecting as he seemed to know how to do business with the ranch as good indication, not to mention he knew how to treat his guests well. And so, for once Tristan paid full attention listening to the man's qualms after introducing himself first to which he gave a small dismissive wave of the hand." Not an issue at all, mr. Andersen, correct? " He asked with a nod wanting to confirm he got the name right then sipped at his drink while Neil carried on and would frown upon hearing that this egg stealing issue was more severe than what he once thought that he couldn't stand to see this kindly rancher having money troubles, especially as smaller businesses needed every bit of profit to survive.
Nodding his head with one last sip of his tea before chiming in after Neil finished with a quick clearing of the throat." Hm, that does indeed sound very unfortunate though before we get down to the nitty details regarding the job. It would be improper of me to not compliment you on this wonderful home of yours. Very...compact yet comfortable I dare say, perhaps some splashes of springtime colors would do the place wonders." Once again waving his hand dismissively with another sip of his tea with a refreshing sigh, this drink really was what he needed to soothe the nerves that had been festering." Ah, but I digress, forgive me. We're not here to discuss about your home. Onto business then.... this egg stealing does sound pretty dire from the way explained and so I assume it has been happening for some time then?" Asking with a raised brow before scoffing at the mention of the cops with a shake of his head, eyebrows furrowed." The authorities... hah! They are indeed a waste of time. The cops care only for themselves as it's all about politics and money with them who do nothing but abuse their powers most times." His opinions towards cops were low as they caused more trouble than good majority of times from the dealings he had seen regarding them.
It was no wonder why this rancher looked so exhausted when having to deal with cops who have been of no help obviously and all the profits these unknown thieves were costing him. He sat up, ready to discuss the fine details now and after years of intense shopping sprees, the one thing he was confident with and that was haggling. Though unlike his brothers who would likely try to trick and scam this simple farmer, Tristan was about fairness and while the offered price was adequate for a venue of this level, there was something he was more interested in than money at least in this instance." After listening to your qualms and the issues it has caused, I'm more than happy to take on the job and take care of things but before doing so I wish to discuss the reward?" Tristan leaned forward folding his hands together on the table having shifted into business mode." Before anything else, I will say that the price offered is more than fair though I admit, after having looked around your ranch that I have taken notice to the pokemon you housed upon your property and while they are not free for capture yes? And thus, I wish to suggest a proposal." Nodding while observing Neil as he spoke to gauge his reaction before carrying on." A proposal in the guise of a trade involving one of your torchics perhaps? Mind you that I understand they are rare pokemon so, of course this means the offered price along with said torchic would be too much, correct?" Drumming his fingers along his knuckles as he stopped to think for a moment, his lips pursing as he did so." So how about this. I find and take care of these dreadful egg thieves and in return ask for 3,500 and a Torchic of my choosing to pick? And maybe some berries for my pokemon as more likely than not some battling will be involved of which my pokemon will be handling so they will deserve a bit of reward as well." At the mention of this, King chimed in with an approving caw clearly happy at the prospect of getting a delicious berry as a reward.
He then leaned back to finish off the rest of his iced tea." Does this proposal sound fair to you?" Tristan once again observed the farmer as he waited to let him think on the proposal he suggested.
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Before long Tristan found himself at the ranch where he could see a number of Pokemon he had yet seen before. Some were cute and easily caught his attention like the wooly mareep and the batch of orange feathered chickens he especially found himself interested in, then there were the tauros which just screamed dangerous. Upon first look they seemed to be temperamental with the way they huffed and stamped about their pen telling him to steer clear of them. Tristan, however, wasn't exactly a fan of being at the ranch mainly due to the unpleasant smell that typically lingered around these places but compared to how badly the sewers must smell like, this was easily the superior choice both for the sake of his nose and not getting dirty.
From the looks of things these pokemon weren't wild meaning trainers couldn't just go attempting to catch them, but surely there were ways to obtain any of them. After some quick scans of his pokedex to learn each of their names; Tristan found himself wanting either the mareep or torchic though the miltank could also make for an interesting option. But that would have to wait as his reason for being at this ranch was to once again see about this egg stealing incident and carried on, thankfully avoiding any tauros and miltank patties along the way and all the while his face showed a mixed expression of disgust and curiosity.
An expression that quickly turned blank and eyes going wide as he noticed a shadow loom over him and turned to see the huge, towering Uraring? At least that was what he thought he saw at first, but then realized the imposing figure was that of a hugely bulky man who looked as if to be built of powerful muscles and a great big bushy beard hiding his gruff face. This was a man who lived a long and hard life, the exact opposite of Tristan who lived an easy and cushy life that left him with the sense that this bulky brute could snap in half like a fragile twig without even trying as he was left craning his neck to look up at him with a nervous gulp.
He already angered two others and that definitely did not go well with it nearly getting him punched by that fiery she-beast and a humiliating defeat by a female giant. In fact, he has taken to noticing having met several such intimidating folks and started to wonder if this region was filled with giants. It took a moment for him to realize he had been staring up at the man wide eyed due to being intimidated and pondering on such that he quickly scrambled to collect himself by clearing his throat." Ahem, y-yes well... first I would like to clarify that my name is Tristan...Tristan Glory." He paused after introducing himself, detesting being referred to as a boy then cleared his throat once more to continue." Consider it an honor for I, a Glory have decided to grace his presence upon your ranch to offer his assistance pertaining to the rumored issue regarding eggs being stolen." Placing a hand on his hips as he tried to maintain a confident bravado while speaking in a somewhat cocky, albeit slightly shaky voice that nearly cracked at the end as it was clearly taking effort to maintain this tough image in front of such an imposing bear of a man.
Tristan Glory
If there was one thing Tristan disliked, it would be studying. Reading in itself was fine as most of his time was often spent on social media, but studying? It was downright boring with things he normally didn't care enough to learn, but after that awful loss he knew that what was in this book were things he needed to learn if he intended to continue as a trainer. At first it was boring as expected though as he read on, found himself actually getting interested in the topic as he read a fair bit of facts throughout the reading session. Taking in info about all the different types which proved to be more than he thought along with status effect; one in particular he recognized from what King experienced." So you got burned. Guess it makes sense after taking that ember straight on.... I'll have to be more careful from now on." He stated with a sigh, still angry with himself for making such bad calls, but at least now he knew about status effect and the various pokemon types and though there were still more to read, he decided to save that for another time and put the book away.
Doing so as he didn't want to sit around studying all day likely to put him to sleep making the reading a waste. He also did couldn't bring himself to read anymore with some group of kids nearby being loud and distracting who seemed to be in the middle of some game. Thankfully, none of them had taken notice of him to try and drag him in like they had that girl who seemed to be a rookie trainer much like him. Standing up then following up with some stretching and while doing so took a few moments to inspect the girl and realized she looked vaguely familiar. The only ones he took notice of was the only other guy among the group and this one though only because he recalled her taking a picture and her manner of dressing was pretty poor. She gave off a frumpy appearance, but otherwise seemed to be nothing special, so unlike that she-beast with the intense and dangerous vibe which made him recall how she attempted to hit him, and this led to thinking of Freya. His face tense up at the mere thought of her; frustrated at the way she humiliated him, but she also did save him from that wicked girl's brutish assault. This left Tristan conflicted regarding Freya though his mind was still a mess from the whole ordeal and so would put sorting that whole thing out aside for now.
Seeing that the group of kids and the girl were in the middle of their thing that he saw no reason to stick around as he wasn't interested in getting involved anyway. Tristan was never one to like nor get along with kids and so, if possible, would avoid them; thankfully those back at the school didn't bother him.
Then the rich teen remembered the store clerk mention something about some nearby ranch having trouble with eggs being stolen or something along those lines. After having been stuck with studying for the past half hour, he decided this was a good opportunity to do something interesting and considering how low he was on funds after buying all those pokeballs, a chance to make some decent money made for an enticing endeavor. Taking one last look over at the group where Faye was in the middle of battle with her eevee and scoffed." Stuck battling kids...well good luck not losing to those brats." An amusing thought that made him feel a bit better, but even he wouldn't wish another person to actually lose to a bunch of kids; such a thing seemed far more embarrassing than even the horrible loss he suffered whom was at least older and an experienced trainer from the look of things.
His decision made, Tristan made his way to the nearby ranch that was luckily easy to spot or otherwise he might have found himself getting lost and ending up in an unfortunate location like say...the unmarked forest. Off he went to the ranch intending to find ask the first staff member of the ranch regarding the egg stealing issue.
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Tristan was told a good number of things from the clerk which offered up plenty of choices for him to pick to do. Though the sewers were an instant no as he had no intention of traversing such a dirty and disgusting place, the smell alone would be impossible to get off him and would not help his bad mood either. And his pokemon probably wouldn't much care for any of it as well, plus the fact he would have to wait till nighttime gave another reason for refusing to traverse the dank and dark underbelly filled with waste along with the unknown dangers lurking within.
Besides, he wanted nothing more than to leave this town after that whole debacle and so took out his pokedex to peruse over the map. None of it made sense to him due to his inability to read maps, but even he could see that route one seemed the easier route as route four looked to consist of rocky like terrain. After some more thought his decision was made; choosing to use the gps this time so he wouldn't be wandering around aimlessly this time. a decision that caused some unseen force to let out a great sigh of relief.
With the use of the pokedex gps, Tristan eventually found his way outside the city with a few delays here and there as he still struggled to make out the paths at time. There was also the brief moment he hesitated as this would be the first time he has ever ventured out from a city into the wilds where all sorts of dangers waited out there. But he was a trainer; traveling the region was inevitable and unavoidable and so after a few minutes to gather up his courage combined with some encouraging caws from king did Tristan finally stepped foot outside for the very first time in his sheltered life. As one could expect he was nervous and uncertain being out and away from the safety of a town, but he wanted to put behind that horrid battle and the city that did nothing but remind him of such humiliation.
Now that he was actually out and traveling did, he find that his mood was beginning to improve, possibly aided by all the new and strange sights never seen before by one who lived all his life in high end extravagant cities. The closest he ever got to seeing the wilds were the glimpses from when looking out the plane or train windows when traveling. The sweet and gentle smell of plant life were certainly more soothing and pleasant on the nose compared to car exhaust and motor oil or metal that he was all too used to. Still, he couldn't shake off the depressing mood or feeling of guilt as he looked at King, reminded once more of horribly he handled that battle as he took notice of the weight of the book nurse Joy gave him.
As much as he detested having to study or read up on things he normally didn't care about since it was a waste of time. Yet, he definitely could not keep carrying on being so clueless on pokemon battling, especially if his aim was to become champion in the end. And so, Tristan chose to do something he never thought he would actually do...study. Having found a shaded spot beneath a tree and after laying a blanket down as he refused to get his pants dirty did, he settle down where he took the old and tattered book out." Ugh...can't believe I have been reduced to this. But if it will help me get payback against Freya....let's just get this done with." He said with a defeated sigh and opened the book and this time he actually paid attention to what he was reading even if he had to force himself to do so. As now one of his current goals was to actually be competent at battles for the sake of his pokemon and to get a rematch against Freya to prove both to her and himself he wasn't a failure of a trainer.
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Tristan entered the shop while knowing he didn't have much; a far cry from what he typically had for shopping and hated his lack of funds. It was cause of this that he came here to get some pokeballs seeing how he only had four left which would make catching new pokemon risky and difficult. How he even caught the Riolu with only one still left him shocked or at least would be if his mind wasn't filled with thoughts on that horrid battle which left an acrid taste on his tongue.
His mood foul and plenty done with this town and so didn't waste time perusing the shops wares as he might normally have done and went straight to the counter though unlike him King was curiously looking around; hopefully nothing overtly shiny in sight as murkrows tended to be unable to help themselves around shiny things." Hey...I'll take ten pokeballs please." His reply short and simple, the sooner they could get out of here the better, but then stop to consider how long till his next visit to a town and figured it best to get some info even if a little having already hurt himself plenty as is for the day." And if can tell me about any certain or special intel that would be appreciated." He asked the clerk, struggling to hide the annoyance in his tone though it wasn't that the clerk annoyed him and just his bad mood almost spilling into what he said hence why he kept his talking to a minimum lest he said something he shouldn't.
He waited to get his pokeballs to which he muttered his thanks and would remain to hear what the clerk could tell him, if they had no information to give then he would exit the shop without another word. A good thing too for King was getting antsy atop his shoulder due to the few glittery things it could see and he with no money to afford any such damages.
Tristan Glory
The last ten minutes or so had gone by in a blur leaving Tristan uncertain as to how exactly he found himself sitting there in the corner of the pokemon center. King already handed over to be healed though not with a bit of fight as the bird didn't want to leave his side due to being worried for its trainer, but a bit of coaxing got him settled down enough to go.
His mind still hazy and out of it though Freya's last words were still fresh in his mind, and they stung worse than her prior insults since it was true. Next thing he knew a tattered heavy book was dropped on his lap pulling him his fog filled mind with a grunt to see nurse Joy standing before him. Listening to her explain with a bit of condolences while looking down at the book; normally would have told her he didn't need any of her pity or this beat up book which looked as if it belonged in the trash, but he felt too dejected and defeated to talk much. And after that utterly abysmal display he probably needed it or the fact this nurse was still willing to help him made him think it best not to refuse it though it did little to help quell the shame sitting in his stomach. A few moments longer before he finally realized King was back on his shoulder gently pecking at his cheek prompting a faint weak smile and gave the shiny murkrow some pets.
" Um....thanks." He murmured his thanks to nurse Joy for the book in an awkward manner; not much used to such acts of actual kindness. Things really were different when not surrounded by nothing but people that were all about me mentality and it left him feeling so out of place. Without another word he got up and made his way outside while actively avoiding looking at others not wanting to see if any were pointing and laughing at him, the mere thought almost making him seethe with anger though not them but himself. So filled with shame and self-hate that he wanted nothing more than to leave this town soon as possible and turn back as it was just a reminder of one of his most pathetic failures, before that though he figured he should make a stop at the pokemart thankfully located nearby. Seeing that he didn't know when the last time he would reach a town and so made his way to the shop, putting the book away in his bag along the way.
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The result of his plan ended up disastrous as he was forced to witness King take a bad blow as the bird stumbled back with a cry of pain while flapping his wings to put out any small lingering fires.* Damn it! Yet again my plans just got King injured....you fucking moron!* Tristan chastised himself; frustrated at getting his own pokemon hurt and this time worse than it was against Princess for he could see the Murkrow wincing in even more pain even when the ember gone out. Having not gotten to status effects yet had him unable to tell that King was afflicted with burn, not that he could even do anything about it.
The featherdance got through, but was nowhere near worth the cost with Freya's growlithe still in full health and King.* Hngh...shit...what do I do? Shitshitshitshit!* He repeated in his head; uncertain and now hesitant to call out his next attack fearing he will just send King into another attack. It was taking everything he had to keep himself together as he couldn't break down in front of all these people after talking big, but most of all that he didn't want his own pokemon seeing him that pathetic and lose faith in him... since he was already doing enough of that himself." King fly up and..no wait....char-" Cutting himself off as he stood there panting trying frantically to think of what to do with King taking some unknown damage that keeping his distance to wait for an opening wasn't an option now, but all of his movies were direct physical moves besides featherdance which was useless.
Tristan could do nothing but realize just how horribly inexperienced he was and probably less so than the usual trainers. He might have thought of quitting were it not the last chance given to him and that he had the pokemon relying on him now. And so far he has done nothing but done more harm to King with his stupid ideas who only got hurt like this to begin cause of him and just wanted to stop it before it got any worse." I...I surrender!" He forced himself to call out the words leaving the taste of bile on his tongue while hanging his head, shame and anger coursing through his veins like poison. This in turn made King look back in disbelief with a confused and worried caw before wincing from the burn damage.
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