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Post by ZAFAAR IMPERIA on Sept 3, 2011 7:10:57 GMT -5
... the town of lavaridge. it was small, it smelt weird, and zafaar wasn't keen on coming. however, its main selling point was something else that interested him immensely: it had hot springs, perhaps due to the fact that it laid at the foot of a volcano. he was here simply to relax, take a couple days off training, and hope a certain person didn't find him slacking when he'd told him that he was off to study volcanic ash. it was a lie, and a terrible lie at that. perhaps chase saw through him, perhaps he did not.
regardless of that, he soon found his way into the quaint town. the buildings were small, almost traditional in the sense that it wasn't as developed and modern as the other buildings in the region. it reminded him somewhat of johto and its stern belief in culture and traditions. having decided to spare ikram the trouble of descending the volcano after the ride in a cable car, he had stored her safely away within a pokéball, and now had saladin by his side instead.
where is this? the charmander wondered aloud, receiving only a shrug from the trainer. surprisingly, zafaar could only understand what saladin spoke, yet could not understand what ikram or the rest of his pokémon said ... outside of psychic communications on umnia and mina's part. chase's training had somehow attuned him to saladin, and the fact that he'd been spending time with the lizard since he went running across johto with his friend pokémon-less helped. it's not exactly ... developed.
"it isn't. but it has hot springs," zafaar interjected, taking time to brush aside a particularly nasty patch of ash. "and ... well, it kind of lets me forget stuff."
and remember some?
"..."
zafaar exhaled, opening the door into the local herb shop.
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Post by THEO BARLOW on Sept 12, 2011 15:19:28 GMT -5
It was the shop that interested Theo the most, with a long list of herbs all in one place it was like a sitting gold mine - the hot springs was just an added bonus. At least, that’s what he told himself when he hastily tossed his things in a bag and made way for Lavaridge, leaving behind the list of herbs he’d need to look for once he got there.
He searched his bag for his list. His list that he’d spent so much time developing. But when he didn’t find it his immediate reaction was to glare across the cable car at his unsuspecting companion. ”Ranna, you little theif!” The mawile jittered around uncomfortably in her confined quarters (she had jammed herself into a corner of the car and coddled herself angrily in protest of going up the volcano). With an indignant look she pulled herself up so that she was sitting, arms folded, staring angrily at Theo. ”You stole my list?” His accusation gave way to a softer tone, a nicer tone, as it always did when faced with a peeved Ranna. She shrugged and gave her head a firm shake as the car jerked to a stop. His suspicions lingered for a short while before he shook his own head and scooped the pouting pokemon into his arms. She wouldn’t walk all the way to town on her own – he knew that, but he wondered if she knew just how heavy she was.
After a short walk, with a number of rests, the two finally reached the town. Theo gave an encouraging smile, set Ranna on the ground, and headed for the herb shop. Ranna, however, didn’t agree with this plan and instead of following Theo, sat herself on the ground and cried out until he dragged himself back to her and picked her up. It was a miracle to reach the shop, which was so powerfully filled to the brim with the smell of herbs it made Theo pause for a moment’s bracing before he could shuffle further in. The smell was less pleasant than he’d thought it’d be but with so many herbs shoved into one store he could see where things could go wrong. As his senses cleared he caught sight of another, not far into the shop either. ”Hello there!” He bellowed ”Do you know anything about herbs?” He gave a soft laugh as he neared the man with Ranna planted firmly on his side, like a child with a very sour look on her face.
(( :\ its.. um.. not my best. I sowwy, I'm really rusty! I'll get better I pwomise!))
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Post by ZAFAAR IMPERIA on Sept 13, 2011 8:06:09 GMT -5
(('s good ^___^))
zafaar scrunched his nose. the shop's scents were strong, and at times a little overpowering as he had ventured too close to a transparent box containing dried vileplume petals. they were called vileplume for a reason, the trainer realized as he quickly moved on to the next aisle. it wasn't much of a difference, for it had copious amounts of herbs that tickled his nostrils; the boy pulled a face and picked up what seemed like a glob of goo trapped in a tiny, sealed cup. he shook, then decidedly replaced it. it wasn't worth his money; for one, he wasn't exactly rolling in riches or pieces of plastic, and he didn't have a steady source of income, though he didn't deny it piqued his interest ... if only to hurl it at umnia and watch her shrug off any sort of unsightly effect that hit her. he picked it up again, this time staring at it more intently. this was a hard decision to make.
finally, with some effort, he replaced it. saladin stood between him and the cups, determined to not let his trainer spend any money on it. he'd been splashing enough money around on noodle stands and getting drunk; he didn't need to add any more to his total tab. the charmander was about to comment on something, when a duo entered the herb shop. zafaar glanced up to see who it was - it wasn't anyone he knew, and a glance at saladin confirmed that. it wasn't anyone he met while drinking his ass off; he didn't remember the people he met, but the fire salamander always did. he was like a portable memory card for zafaar.
zafaar had bent down - "do you know anything about herbs?" - the voice was exuberant, and loud. he glanced over to see who was talking to him: it was a young man, bespectacled and with a mawile. it was an interesting pokémon, but zafaar wasn't particularly attracted to it. he kept his eyes level with his fellow glasses-wearing male, adjusted his own pair of glasses, and spoke. "some," he replied. not being fond of swallowing pills by the dozen when he was ill, he made it a point to know his herbs. "why the question?" it amused him, slightly, to think of why someone asked him that question - for one, his cap, jacket and general attire made himself look more like a trainer than any other profession.
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