Posts by .smokey

((Oof! Sorry to hear. Glad it's fixed up again, though))

Cirrus hesitated, then adjusted the straps of his bag and took Rin's free arm. Cirrus slung it over his shoulders, taking some of Rin's weight as he guided his archenemy across the alley to the somewhat rusted metal door leading into his flat. Cirrus used his free shoulder to nudge it open, since the landlord never bothered to lock it—all the idiots in this building needed a fast escape, after all.

"All right, here goes nothing," Cirrus said through gritted teeth as they entered the blinding weight stairwell. "Let's hope no one needs to use the stairs."

The stairs, a series of metal grate steps, made obnoxiously loud clanging noises whenever Cirrus set foot on one. He constantly found himself adjusting his grip on Rin's waist (Cirrus refused to think about how hot his skin was, or the muscle he could feel through the Volcanic Smith's shirt) to make sure Rin wouldn't go tumbling back down the stairs.

Five agonizingly slow flights later, they reached the door to Cirrus' floor. He nudged that one open with his shoulder, too, and entered the narrow, grimy hallway with a stained red carpet. Cirrus glanced left and right to make sure no one else was in the hallway, then crossed over to his flat.

With great care, Cirrus guided Rin up next to the wall. "Lean back. I need to get my keys."

Cirrus dug around in the pockets of his jacket, searching for his keys and jumping at every small noise. If anyone caught him with Corrin Hunter in his flat, it was over...Not only would he have to move, but he'd also probably end up with a knife between his ribs before sunrise.

((Instead of meeting the nearest Legendary, they meet a different Legendary from Sinnoh (Dialga or Giratina) and either Eliza or Minami gains their new power; I personally vote Minami cause I think Eliza has more current abilities))

Eliza shrugged, letting the fire on her hand brighten a little to compensate for the lack of the orb. She didn't like the elusiveness of the voice anymore than Minami, but Eliza wouldn't let this slide.

"I don't know which Legendary that was," Eliza said slowly, "but I won't leave them to suffer. We need to find another Legendary or something help us solve this."

An idea occurred to Eliza, and she turned to Minami. "You know Sinnoh pretty well. Who's the closest Legendary to our location?"

Lance did not like coming to school, if only because he would be interacting with Hades. Neither Lance nor his father Thanatos agreed with everything Hades did. After all, Thanatos represented the non-violent deaths, and like his father, Lance hated violence. Death, he understood, but to kill someone? That was beyond Lance's comprehension.

With Charcoal trotting dutifully along beside him, Lance made his way up the stairs and into the school building. He ended up following a kid with a cat on a leash. Lance found it a somewhat amusing, since Charcoal didn't have a leash. Just a collar.

Lance couldn't bring himself to talk to the boy. He had never liked social interaction. Charcoal had other ideas. He bounded up to the cat, almost bowling it over in his eagerness to sniff the cat's face

celestia

Rayna swept out of the music, sweeping a strand of curled hair behind her ear. She had been helping her father set up the music room, and she was thrilled to attend that particular class. Oh, how she adored music. If only the School of Olympus could make music so much more...important compared to everything else they had to learn.

Like Physical Education. Rayna shuddered at the very thought as she hurried down the halls towards her first class. She had been here in the day before, getting herself oriented, so she was not at all afraid of getting lost.

((Open for interaction))

((Thank you so much! Are we starting with the first fight, the second fight, or something else entirely? Cause my post may or may not make sense, depending on what you were going for))

Jace spent his evenings on the rooftops. It was an odd place for a prince to spend time, especially when he had an entire, well-furnished palace at his disposal, but Jace hated spending any amount of spare time there. It served to remind him of his purpose: a tool for his father. A weapon. A means to an end. Jace had wanted a normal life, had wanted to receive the same treatment as his siblings, and what had he gotten? Social anxiety and a boiling hatred for the current King of Arcadia.

A small hiss escaped Jace's throat as he leapt from one rooftop to the next. Rain ran down the back of his neck and soaked his hair, but Jace's coat didn't come with a hood nor did he care too much about his overall appearance. The King only cared about Jace's power. He could've dressed like a homeless man, except Jace had standards for himself. Standards which he based off anything but his father's expectations.

A plume of dust rose up from between two buildings away from Jace, followed by the sound of shouting. He stopped, his hands tucked in his pocket. A fight. At long last. Jace's endless patrolling had amounted to something today. If he cleared this, he'd go home and prove to his father he'd done some good for the city.

So Jace took off at a dead sprint, clearing the next two alleys with graceful bounds and perched at the edge of the building overlooking the fight. Three people...no, four. Two loomed over one who lay on the ground, while another stood a little ways off, near the entrance of the alley. Jace cocked his head as the fourth person used their powers—air manipulation, by the looks of things—to throw one of the others into to wall.

Oh, Lance did not want to get involved. Especially now that another kid had joined the fray. Lance could have called off Charcoal, but he didn't want to draw attention to himself...and he certainly didn't want to intrude on the conversation the other two boys were having. Perhaps he could slip away without being noticed. Wouldn't that be nice.

Lance crouched down next to Charcoal, who whimpered mournfully as the cat continued to hiss and spit at him. With great care, Lance pulled Charcoal into his lap, all the while eyeing the cat somewhat cautiously.

"I'm so sorry," Lance said to the cat, noting that the cat's leash had fallen from the boy's hand. Oh, boy. Here we go.

Lance picked up the leash, held it at arm's length and turned to the boy who had been previously holding it. "Um, excuse me? You might've dropped this..."

celestia   Apples the Goldfish

Rayna swept into the cafeteria, a faint smile upon her lips as she regarded the various students already settled there. She walked past several groups chatting to where all the food had been set up and grabbed a plate. A small pile of strawberries formed on it, and then she wandered off to find a place to sit.

A boy sitting all alone caught her attention. Rayna hesitated, wondering if he had chosen to sit alone or had no friends. Either way, Rayna did feel bad, even if their conversations would be at a minimum.

Rayna sidled up next to the boy and said, "May I sit here?"

BOKEH.

Lance swallowed. Introductions. How exciting. Lance would rather sink into a hole than have to have a conversation with not one, but two people. Oh, his first day could be so much worse, so this...this was actually ok. And these people didn't seem too bad, either.

Lance set Charcoal back on the ground, and the puppy trotted up to the fluffy white dog accompanying Lucius. He happily sniffed at the larger dog's snout, having never seen anything so completely bright. Thanatos had never been one for bright and flashy colours.

"My name's Lance," he said. "I...don't have any nicknames." Or friends.

celestia   Apples the Goldfish

Rayna gave the other boy a dazzling smile and settled down with her plate on the bench opposite him. She arranged her strawberries in a circle, with the largest furthest from her and the smallest one closest to her. Once the circle was complete, Rayna turned her attention back to her companion.

"So, what's your name? My name's Rayna," she said, holding out a hand for him to shake. "I'm the daughter of Apollo."

At least the boy hadn't turned her away, which meant he wasn't a complete isolationist. Rayna hated people who made absolutely no effort to maintain a conversation, whether they were introverts or not. She dipped one hand into the pocket of her jacket, where Sunshine was napping. The little turtle couldn't be taken out of her pocket until she sat at a desk, in case someone's pet tried to eat her...like the border collie sitting across from her.

BOKEH.

Eliza glanced over Minami's shoulder and looked at the map. She knew a bit about the mythos of Sinnoh herself, and as she regarded the map, another landmark drew her attention. It would certainly be a lot faster than climbing Mt Coronet.

"Actually," Eliza said, pointing at a lake beneath Canalave City. "Since we're on our way to get Pokédexes, then Lake Verity would be much easier, wouldn't it? I heard there are Legendaries who live in each of the three lakes. This one is Mesprit, I think."

Eliza nodded. "I've heard that story, too. Not in detail, but I know of the Red Chains and Spear Pillar. I just think summoning Dialga and Palkia is a lot harder than the Lake Trio. I mean, if they're Psychic Pokémon...they'll probably respond to my telepathy."

Eliza folded her arms over her chest, considering their options. Spear Pillar or Lake Verity. Both would hopefully provide answers, but Eliza also had other goals in mind. Her own, personal ones. She wanted to register for the Pokémon League in Sinnoh, and she might miss that opportunity if they went tramping off to Mount Coronet.

((I'll keep my fingers crossed))

Cirrus glanced over his shoulder at the sound of someone coming up the stairs. He fumbled with his keys searching for the right one, but the person ignored Cirrus. They were walking up to the sixth floor, and Cirrus recognized them as a local drug dealer. No big deal—Cirrus had never spoken with them—and Rin, despite his injuries, had managed to hide his face as the dealer climbed past them.

That was close, Cirrus thought as he pushed open the door to his apartment and pushed Rin inside.

Unlike Rin's fancy Manhattan apartment, Cirrus' had a sitting room, which doubled as a kitchen, and a small bedroom with an adjacent bathroom. It was clean, with whites and dark reds making up the predominant decor. The two windows in the apartment overlooked the street below, a shabby place with trash everywhere and at least three people smoking in front of various stores. Cirrus vaguely remembered a murder about a week ago in the apartment opposite, but it hardly mattered now.

Cirrus escorted Rin onto the nearest couch and let his archenemy lie down. He adjusted the two pillows under Rin's head and stepped back. Rin looked like shit, and Cirrus felt like shit. His ribs stung, and he limped across the room to the kitchen, where he kept a first aid kit under the sink. Cirrus took it out and returned to Rin, sitting down on the coffee table and searching for the things he would need.

"Oh, the irony," Cirrus said softly to himself as he removed gauze, an icepack and other items. "All right. Rin, can you hear me? I need to know where your injuries are."