Long ago, the region of Orre was a place of untold danger, where two groups: Cipher and Snagem, wished to rule the region through the power of shadow pokemon. Pokemon who's hearts had been closed and were used as machines to fight rather than as partners to the trainers who caught them. These groups were defeated by courageous young trainers who wished to free pokemon from these fates and restore peace back to Orre. That peace has lasted many years and perhaps has done more bad than good for the region of Orre. With so much peach, how will the region react to the rumors of Cipher returning once again? The peace has been a blessing indeed, but with peace always springs a new enemy that wishese to destroy it once again. Which side shall you choose in this endless struggle between peace and chaos?
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"Stories of imagination seem to upset those without one." - Terry Pratchett
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Some amount of words for @kaminsod and here we are~
Alright so, it wasn't the healthiest thing in the world and who knew what was actually in the '100% natural pork', but as far as Alastair was concerned, food was food. It was difficult enough trying to afford something healthy, so the junk would just have to do. He waited patiently in line for his turn to order something simple. Just something to fill his stomach while he stopped here. After the little adventure in the desert, he figured going to a place with some green and water was the best option. Thankfully, he had been able to stay at a Pokemon Center and freshen up, shave some four o'clock shadow that had decided to call his chin and jaw home. There was something special in being clean...
Potato gave a whine. Oh right, Alastair had kept the dog out. August was too tired after all the running she did to keep Alastair company, and Leap was... still not very trustworthy. Monday was... yeah no. Potato was the best option for a buddy. "I'll get you something, boy, don't worry," Alastair said. Hot dogs were good for Pokemon right? Dog Pokemon at least? "So what do you want?" the man asked. Alastair smiled. "Cheapest thing you got. And something for the puppy, I guess. You have any Pokemon food?" The man nodded. "Cost more than the hot dogs, alright?" Alastair sighed and looked down at Potato. The dog's tongue was hanging out of his mouth, his tail wagging so fast that he was kicking up all the dust and dirt on the street. "Yeah, alright." he shot Potato a look. "You're lucky I like you." Potato barked.
Alastair took his hot dog and the paper bowl of Pokemon food and sat down at a nearby picnic table, putting the bowl on the ground. Potato went to town on it, chomping down any and all of the food he could. Alastair hoped the puppy didn't get sick from eating too fast. If there was one thing Alastair did, it was keep his Pokemon well fed and healthy. Yet Potato's appetite was something to behold.
With a sigh, Alastair bit into the hot dog. Well... yeah, food was food.
Finn had to settle for futility, as he so often had to in life. The journey down towards the food stand for a scrumptious hot dog came to an abrupt end when the stand owner declared he'd just sold off the last hot dog, and all purpose Finn had thought he'd had turned out to be exercises in meaninglessness again.
"And who bought it?" Finn asked, incredulous. The stand owner pointed to a blonde man, who looked like he'd had one too many run-ins with a telephone pole.
Shuppet floated closer, giving her Trainer a wordless warning... but it was already too late. Finn had marched on over to the 'culprit' who had taken the last hot dog.
He stopped only to marvel at the ridiculously shiny Poochyena, and for a moment he could feel his anger bubbling up.
"Now you listen here!" Finn started, glaring daggers at Alastair...
And then his expression softened up, and Finn sighed deeply.
"... Never mind. Just enjoy that hot dog." He plopped down in a seat opposite Alastair and stared at him.
"Make sure that you do."
Finn knew Shuppet was tempering his mood again. There was nothing he could do without realising the futility of it all. What point was there in getting angry at this guy for getting the last hot dog?
"Stories of imagination seem to upset those without one." - Terry Pratchett
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Some amount of words for @kaminsod taking the last hot dog. the ultimate crime.
Alright so maybe the hot dog was pretty good. It certainly did fill a hungry belly. At least it didn't taste infected with anything too gross. Alastair probably wasn't considering the fact that the guy at the hot dog place probably took good care of the food he sold and made sure it didn't have anything... questionable in it, but even then. Probably the location of the stand was enough to make Alastair feel a little off. But who was he to judge? The price was fair, there was Pokemon food too, and there were even little picnic tables to eat at while enjoying the few of the... bay? Ocean? The body of water.
He was almost done chewing it when Potato let out a curious growling barking noise. Alastair looked up at the stranger. Well, that wasn't a very nice look! What had Alastair done this time? He didn't recall getting on anyone's bad side for the past... twenty four hours. Alright, maybe fifteen hours... Seven. Seven hours at most. He hadn't recalled getting on anyone's bad side for at least seven hours. Alastair didn't recognize the guy, but goodness that was a gorgeous Pokemon! He wanted to ask what it was, where the guy got it, so on and so forth, but the question soon stopped.
What was he listening to? Alastair stopped chewing to pay attention. Close attention. Potato began to pay attention too. At first, the puppy felt like the stranger would be trouble, but now? Well, it seemed everything was fine. The dog went back to eating, keeping an eye and ear trained on the stranger and his Pokemon. They smelled so weird.
That look could cut steel, and then it wasn't even a heat knife through butter. Alastair swallowed and patted his mouth with a napkin then smiled brightly. "Thanks! Pretty sure I will," he said. He wiped off his hands next, after carefully putting the hot dog down in the little paper plate-cup hybrid that some genius came up with. "Name's Alastair, what about you?"
He glanced at the Shuppet quickly before looking back at the stranger. He was going to ask about it. Oooh yes he was. But for now, Alastair was fine with formality.
Alastair Rome // I firmly believe in conflict as a basis for roleplay.
The stranger was not even aware of his crimes. Did he for true believe that Finn was merely there to have idle chit-chat? The young man was incredulous.
"Well, sure glad someone enjoyed it," he complained, averting his gaze, "but I'd wanted a hot dog, too. I was looking forward to it. I was going to treat myself to one."
Staring back at Alastair, he added, "But someone ruined everything."
The Shuppet landed on Finn's head, slowly rotating and lifting herself up, until she lifted off and left Finn's hair in a spiral upwards, softly falling back into messy place.
"It's Finn, and I resent you for eating that last hot dog," Finn said, unaware of Shuppet's actions. "Though I might as well have expected it. Of course, wishing and hoping for something'd be futile."
"Stories of imagination seem to upset those without one." - Terry Pratchett
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That was the problem? Alastair firmly believed in the 'you snooze you lose' policy to life. But, well... he couldn't help but chuckle. If someone was going to get bitter over the fact that the last hot dog was taken, it must be a bad day. There was nothing for Alastair to get offended over, no matter how many glares the other sent his way. After all, he was the one with the hot dog right?
"If you want the rest of this one you can have it," he offered with a smile. "Tough break, though." He would have mentioned that this wasn't the only hot dog stand in the city, but eh. This Finn character seemed... interesting. Of course, being hangry was a good reason to be upset. That was how Alastair saw it.
"Pleasure to meet you, Finn. Sorry about the hot dog." He looked back up at the Shuppet. "Where you get the Shuppet? She's adorable." Potato, responding to the word 'adorable' realized it was not being directed at him, which was the worst kind of not directing positive things. He gave a whine and barked, trying to jump into Alastair's lap. Alas, he was too small, and put his paws against the chair, whining for attention. Alastair scratched the dog's ears idly, trying to keep him happy and quiet. Potato seemed to accept the attention and sat back down, wagging his tail happily. Yes, everything in the world was grand.
It'd be a cold day in hell before Finn'd accept someone's left-overs. Even if it was futile to be all proud and then receive nothing, Finn felt he'd lose something important if he now leapt at the half-eaten hot dog like a hobo. He wasn't a hobo.
"No thanks." He glanced at Shup, who flitted about him, occasionally brushing past his ears.
"Shup's just tagged along some day. There's nothing interesting about the story," he said. "It'd be pointless to tell you about it in detail." Pointing at the Pooch, he added, "More interesting how you got his fur that shiny. Not only the last hot dog, even a Poochyena with glistening fur... some people have it all."
He snorted, though his distaste was not aimed in particular at Alastair, but the unfair society that divided people based on accident of birth. A just society was ever hampered by the existence of the current society, though bringing about a change to that could only be unjust.
Once more, Finn realised it was impossible to do right by everyone and sighed deeply, until Shuppet devoured the thought and Finn found himself smiling as he remembered the sweet lass who'd pointed him to the 'best hot dog stand around'... and then his expression soured when he remembered Alastair'd eaten the last one.
"Stories of imagination seem to upset those without one." - Terry Pratchett
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Well, if he wasn't going to take it... Alastair finished the hot dog rather quickly, almost like he had inhaled it. Food was food and it was meant to be eaten quickly if you didn't know when the last time you would eat would be. Not that Alastair would be without food, he just ate when he had the time. Between traveling and researching, there wasn't much time for him. Now for his Pokemon? That was another thing. He could finish up some research while they relaxed.
Alastair was pretty disappointed that the other didn't want to go into how he actually found the Shuppet. No story about Pokemon was a waste of time! but he decided not to push. People were different. When Potato was mentioned though, Alastair tilted his head to the side. "I don't really know why Potato's fur is like that. I found him playing in some flowers. I figured it was pollen or something but when I gave him a bath he stayed like that," he said, looking down at the puppy. Potato barked at him and wagged his tail happily."He's pretty weird, but adorable none the less." he scratched the dog's ears one more time. He decided to ignore the 'have it all' comment. Alastair would not say he wasn't lucky. Every day was filled with luck for him.
This guy was weird. Looking upset one second, happy the next, then upset again. Alastair wondered if it had something to do with the ghost but... nah, there wasn't a need to pry. He didn't even know this guy. Err, Finn. He didn't know Finn very well. "So, do you travel any or do you live here?" he asked, not yet ready to head back on the road. He was tired and wanted to rest, even for a little bit.
"I travel. Taking in the sights," Finn said. He pointed at Shuppet. "She wants me to travel, and won't take no for an answer. Can't write without seeing the sights, is what I think she means."
Shuppet landed on his head and nodded to Alastair, eyeing him in the way that people would normally eye a sandwich. Her gaze soon wandered, though; Alastair wasn't very appetising at the moment.
"You called your Poochyena 'Potato'?" Finn continued, incredulous. "I'm not saying 'Shup's a great name, but... Potato?" In what way a Poochyena was like a potato, Finn would never know. Why the guy pronounced it as po-tay-toe, instead of the more sensible po-tah-toe, Finn would likely knew if he asked, but he chose not to.
"Stories of imagination seem to upset those without one." - Terry Pratchett
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Writer? That got Alastair smiling. "Your a writer?" he asked, probably a little more excited than he should have been. "What do you write? Have you published yet?" He would love to read something by this guy... hell, Alastair would love to read anything. It was an enjoyable, relaxing pastime. Well, either way, the Shuppet had good advice. Alastair gave it another glance, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the look he was getting... oh well. That was fine. He had gotten stranger.
Potato responded to his name and barked happily, wagging his tail and looking up at the stranger, but not getting too close. Stranger danger, after all. But at least the guy didn't seem to have any ill intentions. He was spared from the puppy's mighty, tiny and slightly weak at the moment jaws. Potato sat down and looked up at Alastair with a whine. Alastair reached down and patted the puppy's head before giving a low whistle and pointing to the ground. Potato laid down and stayed as quiet as possible, watching the two humans and the ghost intently, his tail wagging every few seconds.
Alastair nodded. "Potato. Because he's... you know. Golden, like a perfectly baked potato. Probably not the best name in the world but he seems to like it," Alastair said, glancing at the dog. "It was either that or Leaf. Like gold leaf on a piece of art or something." He looked down at the puppy thoughtfully, Potato raising his head and letting his tongue hang out, his tail wagging fast.
This guy had awful naming sense. Finn could tell that already. If anything, Finn might've called the Pooch 'gold' or 'heart gold' or something. That probably wasn't that much better, but the naming somehow made sense to Finn.
"Your naming sense is terrible," Finn said.
Shuppet tugged at his hair and took off again, floating slightly above his head.
Finn, feebly, tried to shove her off his head.
"Either way, congrats. Hot dog and a shiny pooch." Finn stared wistfully at the hot dog stand, which was now closed. Probably realised the absurdity of being a hot dog stand without hot dogs.
"Ah, you said you were interested in my writing? It's terrible. Awful. You can buy it in the book store. 'Pierrot'."
Shuppet yanked at his hair again, and Finn glared at her.
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