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PSA: IMPORTANT.

[OOC: Followers and lurkers, I just want to inform you that this blog is going to be put on a 2 week semi-hiatus; also, you'll be able to find me here, at gotmyvalues, where my Neku muse has experienced a sudden rebirth. Because I can only focus on one blog at a time due to my limited schedule, I'd like it if you all interacted with me there, no matter what fandom you're from.

If you could please, please, please signal boost this so that message is carried along, I'd be uber fucking thankful. 115 followers strong for doing basically nothing, and I'd love to see all of you over at my Neku muse until Ruby returns~ Thanks again, ily.]

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[★] Castelia was huge. No, okay, it was dauntingly huge. Cities like this made Ruby’s head spin. Back in Hoenn, the biggest city they had was Rustboro, and Rustboro in comparison to this was a minuscule ant. All the visual stimuli and people and people… he didn’t know if he could take it. Groaning and pocketing his dorky map, he ran inside the first store he spotted, crossing his fingers that it was a little more tame than what he saw outside. When the door shut behind him, he was greeted with a barrage of clothing items. Shirts and hoodies and jeans and scarfs… everything was there, anything anyone might need for any season.

He blinked, scouring the colors with wide eyes, taking tentative steps forward as his fingertips slid along the racks, absorbing the texture. If Sapphire could see this place, she’d go nuts. All girls went nuts when it came to clothing. It was a given, probably the only thing reliable when it came to the female variety. Everything else about them confused the hell out of Ruby.

So when his eyes caught sight of a fellow male, he sighed in relief, hoping maybe he could distract himself with small talk, or perhaps even get directions so that he didn’t feel so overwhelmed. Noting the scarfs in the boy’s hand, he called out from behind him, “The red one. The red one definitely suits you better.”

It’s been getting rather cold lately, Blair will admit, and coldness never was something he took well for whatever reason.

Perhaps it was because there weren’t many people out to play with because nature was so unforgiving, maybe it was because he didn’t like being cold either, or maybe it was because he got sick easily— He was never sure, but all those things considered, it was getting cold and he needed to buy a scarf since his mother had taken his last one. Seeing how that woman lived in Hoenn now because she didn’t want to be near him, buying another one was in order. This of course all led up as to why the coquette was currently located in a store in Castelia, comparing two scarves he held in each hand.

"Hm…"

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OOC: Working on drafts.

[OOC: I'm trying to knock out a majority of my drafts while I'm sitting in class — most difficult task I've ever tried to take on, omg. Have mercy on me if I suddenly stop posting. It probably means I'm studying or in class or trying to have a social life. More replies to come later today~]

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[★] Ruby had been riding atop his Metagross for awhile now, winded from all the level grinding and contest prepping. Almost all of his party members had had a chance to stretch their legs, all except Metagross, and so to make him included and nearly as exhausted as the rest of them were, he elected him to be his personal Pokémon taxi. Metagross had no complaints, letting Ruby sit atop him cross-legged without so much a grumble.

Ruby had always treated his Pokémon favorably, so things like this were never a task of labor as they were tokens for being so highly regarded. If there was anything in this world that he could praise apart from his mother, it was the Pokémon he had been tending to since his first battle with Torchic. 

He was enjoying the fresh breeze when a plight to his far left caught his attention. I can't go on anymore. Huh? A trainer? Out on this route? He tapped on his Metagross to signal a stop, twisting his head in every direction until his eyes targeted a bouffant-esque hat with a red ribbon, and a girl nearly passed out from exertion. "C'mon, Metagross, let's go check this out. She looks like she needs some help."

Metagross let out a hearty cry as it headed in her direction, a bit more hasted than before. When they were in close enough proximity, he hopped off, jogging to her side and kneeling to her level. "Hey, Miss, what's the matter? Are you okay?" He questioned with a worried frown. His hand reached out to touch her shoulder, looking back at his Metagross for a moment as though to ask if he knew what was up. Pokémon did have a sixth sense, after all. Metagross simply stared.

The Importance of Food

*growl*

Kotone sighed. Once again, her stomach was growling. She really couldn’t hide at all the fact she was really hungry.

However, how did that came to happen? The reason, was simple. She was out of money. All the money she earned was from her fights as Pokemon Trainer. However, most of it wasn’t spent on herself. Great part went for her father. The reason for that was to help him on paying his debts. Another part was, of course, spent on things to her pokemon. Potions, berries, among other items. However, this time, she miscalculated the money and forgot to save it to her own necessities. In other words, food.

"I…can’t…go on anymore…" The girl fell on her knees, sitting under a tree of a nearby route. The girl thought that she could be able to find something to eat in the wild, but it was being rather difficult to keep  searching. How she would love to be able to eat some delicious sweets…It didn’t need to be sweets, though. For her at that moment, anything was fine, as long as it was eatable!

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[★] The weather had never been so perfect to him before. Although the time of season was right on the cusp of winter, Undella had days of in between, sneaking mild weather along the chill of oncoming snow. Today, it was 65, so said his Pokéradar. He didn’t need it to know it was pristine for berry planting or mindless wandering or ardent training.

He was just on his way to do any or all of the above when his peripheral caught a familiar sight. He stopped, squinted, then tentatively approached until the connection clicked. It didn’t take long for him to recognize who it was, even if it was from an odd vantage point. He had seen this face many times before. Steven. It was Steven.

He chuckled to himself, unhooking Gardevoir from his belt and releasing her as quiet as he could, from as far as he deemed necessary. He gave her a knowing look, then whispered an attack command, biting his tongue to keep his cheeky smile at bay as his psychic partner used telekinesis to lift the berries from Steven’s open palm.

curled leaves || open

Tucked away in a corner of the resort was a small cottage on a cliff that looked out to the sea. The salty air of Undella was accompanied by the rhythmic sounds of digging. It was relatively early in the morning, and the sun had only begun to rise.

Outside the cottage, a figure was hunched over a patch of freshly-turned soil, garden spade in hand. It was a good day for some gardening — never mind the fact that it was too late into the season to actually cultivate something.

Steven hummed to himself, prodding and parting holes in the soil in order to plant some berries.

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30 day character development —

1.) Describe your character’s relationship with their mother or their father, or both. Was it good? Bad? Were they spoiled rotten, ignored? Do they still get along now, or no?

[★] Ruby's relationship with his parents is few and far between — with his father, anyway. When Ruby was fairly little, within the realm of 5-7, Norman began distancing himself, spending more and more time at the gym and less and less coaching Ruby on the stratagem of battling. Ruby didn't know it at the time, but there had been a growing strain put on the liaison between his mother and father. To compensate for the chaos, Norman fled to the safety of what he was best at, fighting in the confines of his gym, his second home. 

Ruby's mother never outwardly showed her emotional distress, but there were times he would catch her face contorted with pain as she scrubbed the dishes, too hard, it seemed, or when she was tucking him in at night, her face catching the light just before it was extinguished. He still remembers flickers of her face from time to time, coaxing him to stop his journey and check in on her. She was lonely, he was sure, now that the two most important men in her life were absent.

Ruby, from ages 7 and up, only sees his father on television screens and the off chance he travels through Petalburg. He wasn't surprised, upon battling and defeating his father, that his father was genuinely surprised and taken aback. How, after all, would he know just how hard his son has worked to surpass him? It was a right of passage, something Ruby felt he must do, even past Pokemon contests and beautifying his partners.

As far as his mother goes, Ruby holds a fondness for her to this day, appreciative of how hard working she has always been, and how strong externally she presented herself, so as to not worry him. He understands the underlying story now, but he's never once brought it up, or made it known to her that he knows. Rather, sometimes, he'll stop by his cozy home in Littleroot, sneak up behind her, and wrap her up in a hug.

He never says anything, but she always smiles and pats the back of his hand and asks if he's okay. Past that, he'll update her on his journey, his new party members, his ribbons, his friends, and all the life experience sprinkled in the nooks and crannies. It makes her happy, he thinks, to know that although he doesn't wake up in his own bed, that he's making something out of his life past filling voids with battles and badges.

That's all that matters to him.

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Why won't you name any names?

[★] “Because I’d feel like an idiot if I spoke up and nothing came of it.” He sighed, idly toying with loose PokeDollars in his pocket, his attention drawing to the sound so that his thoughts didn’t overcome him. He didn’t really want to think about being rejected. It had happened one too many times already. “I don’t see why it matters to you. The ones who are curious are usually those who are looking for a certain answer,” he pointed out, his eyebrows furrowing. “But what good does it do to ask if I don’t know who you are?” 

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Do you have a crush on anyone?

[★] Ruby’s nose crinkled at the question. He hated confrontation when it came to romanticism. He wasn’t very well-versed on the topic, and to make matters worse, he suffered a mild anxiety towards anyone who dare make that first move. Nevertheless, he wore a relatively relaxed front, sliding his hands into his pockets as he answered. “Who’s asking? Since when was stuff like that open for public consumption anyway?” 

"B-but if you have to know… yeah, I think so." He wasn’t entirely sure yet himself, as all the thinking and mental sorting he needed to do had been put off until he felt comfortable with approaching the subject ― which wasn’t in his foreseeable future. It’s not like they’d return the sentiment. "I’m not naming any names."

[OOC: Let’s see… there’s Amber, and Kass, and Misha Collins… AND OKAY, I’M NOT GONNA LIE, I have some weird appreciation for Jessica Lange. Her acting is top notch and it gives me fuzzies. AHS 4 lyfe. There’s a few others I have in mind, but why spoil the surprise? >3>]

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OOC: Mixed Priorities.

[OOC: Tweaking new layout → finishing pages → replies. I can't rest until my OCD is satisfied, you don't understand. >w<; Hold tight, guys. I have a lot to do, along with 14 drafts and college crap. Gomen.]

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[★] Ruby sucked in a gust of air in attempts to contain himself, his stiff shoulders slinking into a relaxed posture as the pool of blood in his cheeks faded. Cool it, dude. You've met dozens of female trainers just like her. This is no different. After repetition of mental reassurances, he found himself bouncing back to his usual level of calm, a smile sneaking onto the curve of his lips. "A Tepig, eh?" He bent his knees at an angle to get a proper look at the Pokémon, tentatively reaching his hand out to pet her. "Is this okay?"

While waiting for the OK, he bit the inside of his cheek. I guess I should apologize for getting so flustered. She's probably freaked out by now. I wouldn't be surprised. "Hey, uhm... I'm sorry acting like such a dweeb back there. It's been a long time since someone's called me cute." Not that it excused his tomato face, but it was a start. Girls wanted a guy that was unperturbed, someone who was mysterious and enigmatic. Acting like it was the first compliment he ever received wasn't going to do him any favors.

"Who else is in your party, besides Teegs?"

Bianca looked down at her feet, her giggle turning to a small smile. “Yeah, I have a partner. I’ve been with her for-… Well, we’ve been through a lot together but it was a struggle. But you know, now we’re stronger than ever, and we have so many friends.”

"Ah! Sorry. Would you like to see her?" Without a second thought she began rummaging though her bag until she spotted the pokeball she was looking for. "Come on out!… This is Teegs, my tepig."

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[★] Okay, there was no denying that was cute. Girl, guy, ambiguous in-between, it didn't matter to Ruby. What was cute was cute, and that definitely fell inside his subjective conditions. He felt laughter rise from the chambers of his chest, but quickly stopped himself, biting his tongue so that he didn't earn a slap to the face or something. It wasn't that he was mocking her, it was just — dammit, he connected to this kid more than he'd like to admit. Admittance was a distant prospect, eyeing her as he pondered what it'd be like to be open with the thoughts crowding his head. Was that even acceptable to think about right now? He wasn't sure.

"Okay, okay. Turning around." On cue, he pivoted his heels, his back facing Soul and his eyes left to wander a new vantage point of the hallway. He tried to focus on what he saw — skulls, skulls, mirrors, classroom thresholds, and high ceilings —  but alas, he couldn't quite get there. It was all he could do to contain himself for a few seconds more before returning to his previous position.

He caught her mid-twirl, his eyebrows raising into a teasing gesture. "Don't stop on my account~ I'm curious to know how you look on a regular basis; the face everyone else knows you by." He hummed, the flank of his shoulder easing back onto the flat of the wall nearest to him, his arms folding. 

"…Well, she is kind of interested in me in a scientist kind of way. I uh…intrigue her…?" Was that the right word to even use? Because it seemed like the better thing to say when the other option was ‘I’m infected with something she created so she kind of wants to keep an eye on me from afar’.

"That’s the only reason I could think of why she would send anyone toward me." A pause. "Do you, um…have a weak tolerance to insanity?" That seemed like a crazy question to ask, but for someone who was used to this stuff, it was pretty normal. "I know that seems weird, but she’s kind of the reason the source of madness is running loose. She let the kishin free…and…yeah." Let’s not mention the black blood quite yet.

The mention of Medusa not being anywhere in sight caused the albino to look out passed the boy’s shoulders and into the hallways. He was right, there was no sign of that stupid Witch. There was no sign of her presence from around the corner either. 

"…Yeah okay. Let’s try what you suggested." 

She stepped back, let out a breath and was just about to do the twirl but stopped yet again to stare at him, pink faced. “This is really embarrassing. Please turn around or something..?” 

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こうち

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PSA: Following Spree.

[OOC: If you're a Pokémon roleplay blog, could you do me the kind honor of reblogging and/or liking this so that I can have a head count and follow every last one of you? You deserve a follow just for being in the fandom, and I, personally, need more peeps to interact with. So how about it?~ Ruby promises to be sociable.]

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Pokémon RSE • Dive

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► Name ➔ Ruby. ► Are you single ➔ Yes. ► Are you happy ➔ Yes. ► Are you angry? ➔ No. ► Are your parents still married ➔ Sometimes. 

NINE FACTS

► ‘Birth’ Place ➔ Littleroot Town. ► Hair Color ➔ Black. ► Eye Color ➔ Ruby. ► Birthday ➔ July, 2nd. ► Mood ➔ Sluggish. ► Gender ➔ Male. ► Summer or winter ➔ Winter. ► Morning or afternoon ➔ Afternoon.

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE 

► Are you in love ➔ No. ► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ No. ► Who ended your last relationship ➔ N/A. ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ Yes. ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ Yes. ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ Yes. ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ Yes. ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ Yes.

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ Love. ► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ Iced tea. ► Cats or Dogs ➔ Dogs. ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ A few best friends. ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ Romantic night in. ► Day or night ➔ Night.

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ Yes. ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ No. ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ Yes. ► Wanted to disappear ➔ No.

FIVE PREFERENCES 

► Smile or eyes ➔ Both. ► Fat or skinny ➔ Both ► Shorter or Taller ➔ Both. ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ Both. ► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ Relationship.

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ Dad's not home often.  ► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ No. ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ Yes. ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ No.

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ No. ► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ No. ► Who is your best friend ➔ Sapphire. ► Who knows everything about you ➔ My Pokémon.

MEET THE MUSE:

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むらにい

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[★] Ruby's cheeks lit up in deep scarlet, breaching past the point of no return where he could have concealed his embarrassment. How she phrased it, how she smiled as she phrased it, how she gushed as she phrased it — it was more complimentary than he was used to. "W-we are. Best friends, I mean. I never go anywhere without him. Who knows how many times he's gotten me out of a bind just by being there?" Ruby mused, lingering on the thought. "Do you have a partner?"

"Yeah, you and Combusken looked so in sync like best friends! this looks like an old photo, you look so much younger! ahhh cute!" Bianca was completely blind to Ruby’s embarrassment. To be fair though he really had nothing to be embarrassed about. Bianca found their friendship to be the adorable part of the photo.