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Post by Nix Veritas on Oct 18, 2014 16:32:48 GMT -6
you've always shown me so much kindness
This was a different pace of things. Having not long ago getting sent to Azalea along side someone a bit higher rank than her to get a shipment. For such a tiny town there was always a steady supply of things coming from the town that they were asked to escort in case something went wrong.
But honestly what COULD go wrong? Nothing seemed to be going wrong so far and she was needing to take a break. Stopping as they reached the middle of town, the girl groaned a bit as she looked down at her feet. Okay this uniform sucked but she was just a measly uniform, she wasn't about to get a promotion anytime soon so she had to bare with the uncomfortable and somewhat itchy fabric.
Her eyes closed for a moment as she looked over the elite she was with, one Emilio, a kid... a bit younger than her and already higher rank than she was. That annoyed her a bit but she wasn't about to complain over that "Hey... I need a break, my feet are killing me..." she was part of a wandering merchant caravan when she was younger so she was used to traveling a lot but these boots... Were just terrible for her right now.
That and she needed something to drink.
This so-deceitful road that I stumble on is never going to end. It’s getting difficult to maneuver, and it’s just worthless to try and run away; so I’ll just hold my hands over my ears and block out all this noise. How can I live not knowing what life is? Sometimes my dreams seem to be more realistic. Obviously I can’t be called happy, but then, what am I, after all?
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Post by EMILIO RAFFERTY on Oct 18, 2014 21:49:34 GMT -6
The sun shone over head like an enormous forest fire that had gone WAY out of control. Of course that was technically the case, just there was no forest to begin with. But as he was walking and looking up at the clouds he began thinking of a huge forest planet having caught on fire. The fire went out of control and none of the residents could put the licking flames out, so over the course of days, the entire planet was engulfed. Then, wanting even more power, the planet went after all the nearby planets and took their fire. Over time the planet became bigger and bigger and more and more powerful. Finally, the planet became over fed and stopped eating. Along the way to becoming the king of fire, the planet, who called itself the sun, he gained some allies. These allies promised eternal protection if only he wouldn't eat their fire and kill their people. The sun agreed and now rules over all of its subjects with a both cruel and blazing power.
He became almost completely engrossed in his strange reality that he almost didn't hear his partner speak. But her voice woke him from his strange dreams, in which he was probably making strange faces because if he couldn't be loud and annoying faces were the perfect pass time. He turned to face her with a questioning look and had to process her words over a couple seconds. "Hey... I need a break, my feet are killing me..." He nodded for a second then actually realized what she had said and shook his head in mock shock. This was Milo, strange and sarcastic.
"You, a brilliant member of team magma, need a break? Thats preposterous! Magma members don't have breaks." he said with an overstated enthusiasm. Truth be told, part of the reason his brain was going on rabbit trails was because it was trying to come up with a defense system against his exhaustion and pain. That was part of the reason why Milo was able to keep going and work so hard, because his brain wouldn't let him think about how hard it was. Now that she had spoken out loud about her hurting feet, he could feel the throbbing in his own and a possible yawn coming on. But why would he tell her that?
He grinned playfully and looked up the path. "Yeah alright," He said in 'defeat' as they came close to a small park. "Lets go sit down over there. We can drink some of our water too, cause thats important. We HAVE been walking for several hours now." He said "matter-of-factly." Course, Emilio wasn't really a matter-of-fact kind of person. But when someone was at their limits, you couldn't very well run them to the ground. He wasn't that kind of person. When he reached the bench that he had pointed at a moment before, he walked over to it and sat on it with his legs stretched across the seat. Then he looked around and seemed to realize that the seat he was sitting on was the only one and he looked sat Nix with a grin and pulled his feet back down. He was just playing with her. It was his nature. He messed with everyone.
Post by Nix Veritas on Oct 20, 2014 15:19:39 GMT -6
you've always shown me so much kindness
For a moment the girl zoned out and pondered why the heck had she come here and not stayed in the Hoenn branch, she could honestly be around that desert and volcano she loved so much. But even so it didn't help that she wanted to go up in rank as much as she could so jumping on these opportunities to try and get a bit of a higher rank with time.
That said Milo would answer her first question with the usual sarcasm, she would sigh heavily and closed her eyes "Hmpf..." she'd say as the pain of her feet returned. Fuck she needed better boots, this was getting ridiculous. Of course they'd keep walking beneath the scorching sun for a while longer before Milo seemed to suddenly change ideas. Thank you gods, she could take a break,
Seeing as they were in the park, she would look around before reaching over for the bench and sat down, her right hand reaching for her foot. Truth is told it felt like she was given the wrong size boots, at least a number smaller than she usually had. The girl gave a groan "I got the feeling some wise guy swapped my boots by a smaller number" she said as she slumped back on the bench a bit with a heavy sigh.
Magma territory or not, seeing as they were there right now, people were throwing odd glances at them once in a while. Sheesh, why had delivery jobs have to be such a pain at times? The girl wished things were easier at times but lets admit it. Milo was the kind of guy she wouldn't mind working with, even if his teasing ways... well any other girl would've pulled some kind of bitch fit.
This so-deceitful road that I stumble on is never going to end. It’s getting difficult to maneuver, and it’s just worthless to try and run away; so I’ll just hold my hands over my ears and block out all this noise. How can I live not knowing what life is? Sometimes my dreams seem to be more realistic. Obviously I can’t be called happy, but then, what am I, after all?
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Post by EMILIO RAFFERTY on Oct 22, 2014 0:54:43 GMT -6
Now that the two were sitting down, Emilio realized that his Monferno, Pyro was no where to be seen. It wasn't really a worry to him. But they had come up with this game where one hides when the other isn't looking and the other has to search for them before they jump out and try to scare them. It seemed like Pyro had vanished. He was sure that the little Fire monkey was playing this game. There was no other time when he would disappear, and it always seemed to be Pyro who went missing anyway. Milo never had time to vanish the way Pyro did. But it didn't matter, he liked to be on the receiving end of the prank. The problem came when it happened while he was with other people. He never really thought about how the people around him would react to Pyro just suddenly appearing out of nowhere with a blood curtailing scream. But for some reason, Nix stood out in his mind right now, and he thought about at least warning her.
"I got the feeling some wise guy swapped my boots by a smaller number." He had heard what she had said, but he was distracted by peering into the trees, searching for the crazy Monferno. His eyes drifting and dashing from one oak tree to the next. Where was this little pickle. He didn't say anything to Nix at first, but after awhile decided that it was probably important to tell her. At least in a non-direct way. He wanted to have the satisfaction of finding Pyro, but he didn't want Nix to be totally upset and surprised by the possibility of being completely freaked out.
"Yeah... Probably did... Hey... lets play a game. First one to find Pyro wins. Just a warning... If we don't find us first, he might try to freak you out." This game was normal for him. And honestly, it kept him on his toes. It was one of the training sessions he gave to himself. Milo was not the best at reading his surroundings. Especially during a fight. He would get so focused on a battle that he would be completely ignoring everything else around him, which lost him the battles most of the time because of sneak attacks that would come from the side or behind. Just because Emilio was a silly and flirty person, didn't mean he had to be lazy.
