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Post by NOAH ANDERSON on Oct 20, 2014 18:26:15 GMT -6
Music... This was his only purpose. To hear the beautiful tones and shifts in sounds that were caused by the rubbing of rapadash hair against Ponyta hair. The melody reached high into the sky and across the sea in front of where he was standing. The notes lifting and dropping like an elevator. His whole person being thrusted into the song causing it to be thick with emotion. There was none on his expression at that moment, but that was because he didn't need it. Everything he felt was being put into the music. He stood at the docks on the island he was based on and was faced towards the vast ocean that lay before him. But he wasn't looking at it. He had his eyes closed and was focusing on his music. There wasn't much around him that he would notice at the moment.
Beside him sat his poliwag, Swing, who was just as content to sit where he was as long as he could get a little bit of time to relax from training. He was leaning against Noah Anderson's leg as the boy was playing his violin. The music helped him to sleep anyway, it was such a beautiful sound. He wasn't the dancing type, but he knew that if Symphony were out here too, she would be dancing non-stop.
To Noah, these simple few moments of just playing music and listening to the notes rise around him, these were the times that were the most relaxing. There was no one around. No one to shoot him down for his weaknesses. Even his siblings were no where to be seen. He never played music like this for the rest of Team Aqua. He didn't really play for anyone anyway. When he battled he used his violin to give Swing directions, but those plays were more like scales and simple songs like "Old Mcdonald." He didn't sing in front of people anymore, nor did he play music in front of people who didn't appreciate the art.
When he finished the segment he was currently working on, he stopped. The song wasn't finished. He didn't have any music pages with him at the moment, cause he hadn't expected to stop training as soon as he did. So he made a mental note as to what the next couple notes could be. Then he started playing the current segment, not bothering to go back through the whole song over again. Swing was woken by the absent sound without the notes and then the restart of the violin playing. Seeing as in he was only trying to figure out tune and rhythm currently, there wasn't as much emotion or focus on it, so when there was a sound behind him Noah spun around and positioned himself in a defensive position, Swing standing right beside him, ready for a battle.
Post by alma whalen on Oct 21, 2014 4:57:27 GMT -6
everyone has had this thought and i will take no blame, we choose what makes us glow
If you told Alma right now that she'd be on Cinnabar Island right now, she'd be outright annoyed...though, not much surprised.
It was supposed to a simple night for her, a bit of "me time" after the lull in her workload as of late. She loved to let loose just as much as she enjoyed grinding for her keep in Team Aqua, and she certainly didn't want to pass up an excuse to booze up. That was until she let slip some hearty insults at the wrong people, got caught up in a brawl, and it wasn't long before she got chased down by the police. Again. On the bright side, Alma was more than sure that she managed to get the authorities off her ass. At least, if she could even remember anything.
Alma's hand couldn't stop touching her blackened right eye, the rest of herself dragging along the well-worn docks of the island as Eloise walked beside her. Her other hand was holding onto her pair of glasses, fumbling with it at her side as she gritted herself through the pain. She was lucky that none of the higher-up saw her latest episode (although, would they even be surprised?), and even luckier to still have her glasses in one piece. Her legs beat with soreness as each foot pressed onto the ground, her head continuing to pound on her as if she bet herself against a Rampardos and lost. Come to think of it, she's starting to recall something like that happening several weeks ago.
Cinnabar Island's been the one place she's come back to often since the war started. She'd swear that she wasn't doing this out of habit, although she does find herself drawn to the isolation. The sounds of crashing waves and the fresh smell of seawater always calmed her, and yet a different sort of sound would catch her attention.
A Violin..?
The Aqua Elite started to follow the faint and tender sound that started to envelop her, her poor Glaceon staying close to make sure she doesn't fall face-first into the pavement. It was there that her eye caught the sight of one of the grunts - Jonah, was it?...Nathan? Bob? Her head was pounding as she tried to remember his name, but she definitely remembered who he was. Quiet, keeps to himself most of the time, had siblings within the ranks. Not much really stood out about him, but his choice in Pokemon stuck out in Alma's thoughts.
He had a Poliwag, that much Alma certainly remembered. He was certainly a cute one, and seemed like a brave trooper. Almost like...
Almost like...
Her glasses slips off of her numbed fingers, crashing onto the ground with a crack. The boy and his Pokemon were shifting about, just as it snapped Alma out of her darker memories. It was just as well; she really didn't want to think about the past at a time like this. She cursed under her breathed as she grabbed onto here eyewear and started to approach the two. Alma simply glanced at the startled boy, herself barely fazed let alone in any position to care. Eloise, on the other hand, was right in front of the blue-haired wanderer and his Poliwag, ready to make a move. "Careful, now. Don't want something dislocated, eh?", Alma said to him. She offered a halfhearted smile to him, a heavy and familiar stench of alcohol escaping from her breath.
It could not be stressed enough how much Killian absolutely loathed Cinnabar Island. Too many dark memories, not enough to do, and most importantly, it was far too close to the other teams for his liking. While easily defensible, there was always that chance that Rocket would want to grab for more land, or that chance that one of the other teams would try to latch their claws into whatever land they could get to. Kanto was, after all, something of a prized jewel.
He'd ended up pokemon-less, by the sea once again. It was where he felt most at peace, surrounded by the heavy scent of the ocean, letting his eyes slide slowly shut as leaned heavily against the railing. What he wouldn't give to just jump over and swim, or better yet, find himself behind the wheel of a ship, only to be heard of when stopping for more supplies. Sailing to his heart's content, and then some.
Then again, his Rhyhorn and Bagon wouldn't be too fond of that. They weren't suited for water battles, exactly, but it was why he'd picked them. Better to be acquainted with other types of pokemon besides water, creates less of a weakness.
His thoughts were broken with the sound of a violinist, and then they strayed again with the flow of the music.
It took him some time before he decided to straighten up again, and follow the sound. Whoever the musician was deserved some praise for their pieces of work, and Killian was going to give that to him - maybe some change if he was that kind of musician.
But, no, that wasn't needed.
Once he was close enough to see two figures, Killian's small smile dissolved into that of a frown. Noah Anderson and Alma Whalen - the quiet grunt and the elite that always seemed to be in some sort of trouble. Of course, this was where Killian's luck had led him. He just hoped Alma had stayed out of trouble for the night.
"Evening Anderson and Whalen." Once close enough, he figured it better to just be polite, and recognize the two of them. "You've stayed out of trouble so far, haven't you, Whalen?" Last names, so formal. He preferred it over the use of their casual names. "And your violin playing is wonderful, Anderson."
Post by NOAH ANDERSON on Oct 22, 2014 2:00:45 GMT -6
Noah could feel his heart skip several beats when he realized who it was. One of the Aqua Elites. Alma. That was her name. Just because he didn't speak didn't mean he ignored everything. He also knew that this one had a reputation of getting into trouble with others. She had heard him play. Damn... Noah currently stood with his legs spread out to plant himself to the spot and his bow placed on the strings. His sea blue eyes gazing over at her with an uncertain intensity.
"Careful, now. Don't want something dislocated, eh?" When she spoke, Noah could smell the terrible smell of the alcohol on her breath. This was not something that was new to him. After all, his mother had worked in a bar for several years and would often come back with the stuff having been thrown at her by one of the drunk customers. He hated that smell, but he made no reaction to it. Currently he was having a stare off with the woman who stood directly in front of him. Her Glaycion stood between them, ready for a real battle. Feeling slightly trapped in the current situation and seriously embarrassed by Alma finding him, Noah sent a meaningful glance down at Swing. The little Poliwag stood beside him, ready to fight and defend his master through anything. Even though his master was very serious and very strict about the way that they battled, he was still very kind and trusting to the little Pokemon. Noah was impressed by the determination that allowed Swing to stand in front of the much stronger and more experienced pokemon with a scowl on it's face.
The problem was, Noah didn't think it was worth the fight. Fine, so his music was out now. Wasn't going to change much about his stay within the team. He was still going to be teased by those much stronger than him. Or beat by those against him, no matter how much he threw a fit. It was the reason he had chosen the Pokemon he did. Poliwag was chosen for his much stronger fighting type of Pokemon later on. Swablu was chosen for her flight ability when she was evolved. Pichu was chosen for his bravery and determination as a Pikachu. Sure his team was a strange one, but they all had meaning and a place. They were his shield against the rest of the world, especially those who want to hurt him. Of course he would never allow any PERSON to be his crutch. NEVER.
He had yet to decide what to do before another voice approached. His eyes flicked to the new intruder and went wide as he realized who he was. Admin Killian. That made his decision for him. In one quick movement, Noah played two simple notes, one low, one high. These were the word Syllables for the short phrase, Stand Down. It was his response for Swing to back off. Then he dropped the bow to his side and grabbed the neck of the violin and held it that way against his side. It wouldn't be appropriate to start a skirmish as he was a simple grunt and she was an Elite. It may even be offensive. Besides, he was sure that he would loose that fight, pitifully.
First Admin Killian addressed Elite Alma and asked if she had gotten herself into trouble. Then he turned to him and praised his music. At that Noah blinked in slight disbelief. Aqua eyes glancing around the area with shock. But he knew that he should respond in some other way to the Admin, so he placed the violin in it's case beside him and put his hands together giving him a small bow of thanks. He would have said something, but didn't. It had been too long for him to start speaking at the first sign of kindness. There was no way that he was going to get himself caught in the middle of a bad friendship. Not that Killian was a bad person, he was just worried about the possible outcome of any kind of relationship.
Post by alma whalen on Oct 24, 2014 1:42:45 GMT -6
everyone has had this thought and i will take no blame, we choose what makes us glow
This would be the part when life throws your luck down the toilet.
Alma held her breath for the moment, her puffy eyes widening at the situation unfolding before her. The sight of a Rhyhorn and Bagon alone was enough to send a chill down her spine, almost as if the grim reaper itself had come to claim her soul. It was the last thing she ever wanted to see, and accompanying the two was the last person she wanted to deal with, right now. Alma turned around with dread filling up her throat, facing the man named Killian Reyes. He was a strong-headed man with his own ideals and plenty on his mind, only a year and a rank above her.
Despite him being her superior, she didn’t give him much thought. Sure, she definitely had a history of butting heads with the higher-ups over her actions, and she certainly wasn’t a fan of the occasional lectures, but at least they were all on the same boat...so to speak. Killian wasn’t a bad person, no one on Team Aqua really is, but Alma does worry about the guy. Deep down, Alma wouldn’t really want to give him too much trouble, but then again, one can never help themselves when you’re someone like her. Besides, the poor soul could stand to lighten up for once.
Barely giving much attention to her stance (or her stained breath), she gave the Admin a hearty and playful smile with a smile. “Oh, no trouble here, Killian sir,” she said to him as she quickly went back to nursing her black eye and gestured to the blue-haired whatshisname besides her. “I’m just enjoying the kid’s music and all. Had a bit of a, um, incident--nothing extreme, promise,--so I figured some relaxation would do me good.”
She wasn’t lying, at least. The boy’s violin playing was pretty good, and his Pokemon seem to feel the same. She also had to give him credit for knowing when to put his guard down. Another fight was the last thing she needed today.
Looking over to the boy again, Alma could tell that the poor thing was just as nervous as she is. He was looking all about, seemingly lost in the confusion as if he suddenly found himself in a badly-made stage comedy. As he gave a simple bow to Killian, the Elite turned back to him and offered a grin. “Hey, nice to see you can appreciate a comment, guy!”
Alma returned her attention to Killian, no doubt about to bombard her with a dozen questions. Still, she was just as curious as the kid probably is at both of their presence on the island. Of course, she wasn’t going to be so quick to explain herself in that regard, but the thought remains. “So, what might you be doing here, sir?,” she started to say, trying to at least sound a bit more like she’s in control of herself. “Something came up?”
LAIKA OF GAGNAM STYLE
Last Edit: Oct 24, 2014 1:45:30 GMT -6 by alma whalen
Somehow, Alma's words did little to put Killian at ease. It wasn't so much anger, as he would have usually felt if she managed to get out of her obvious scrap with some unfortunate fellow. After a quick nod to Noah, hoping that he wasn't coming off as rude to the other, he knelt down next to Alma to get a better look at her black eye. Fixing her with a frown, he made sure that his voice carried that lovely tone of authority that he seemed to adopt when he really wanted his words to stick. "Make sure you put some ice on that when you get home. Takes the swelling down."
With that, he straightened up, grinning over at Noah. "I wasn't aware you could play, Anderson." Which wasn't a surprise considering how he didn't often look into the private lives of his teammates. If they wished to share something with him, he figured they'd go about and do it - hopefully with no actual urging from Killian himself.
At the question aimed towards him, Killian's grin turned into a more relaxed smile, leaning back on his heels a little. "I wanted to take a walk by the sea before calling it a night." A small shrug. "Saw you two, thought I'd say a hello."
Post by NOAH ANDERSON on Nov 1, 2014 2:50:20 GMT -6
"Hey, nice to see you can appreciate a comment, guy!"
Guy? He shook his head. She was no doubt drunk, so he knew he should just ignore her antics. She was obviously not entirely in her right mind at the moment.
When she said that she was attempting to admire his playing Noah glanced at the ground a little confused. These people... No... These higher ups were not reacting the usual way that he had learned to expect in his thoughts. They weren't supposed to compliment him. They were supposed to laugh at him. He knit his eyebrows slightly and glanced down at Swing as Killian was looking over Alma's black eye.
Swing looked back up at him expectantly, as if completely ready to take on these two strangers for him. He smiled softly and reached down and pet the top of his head.
Then Killian turned back to him and he peered up at his leader with the smile still there. "I wasn't aware you could play, Anderson." Noah's smile suddenly widened, only slightly and he nodded. It was strange to be noticed by an admin. But he suddenly got a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach. Yes he could play.
"I wanted to take a walk by the sea before calling it a night. Saw you two, thought I'd say a hello." Heard Noah's music more like it, but he didn't say or indicated that.
"How are your nights going, though?" Now that was the question wasn't it? And he couldn't even respond to it. Frustration began to overwhelm him. But he tried desperately to hold it down. He didn't want to start a scene here.
