- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Afternoons to midnight-ish (EST)
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Hard Scifi, Psychological, Generally weird stuff, fantasy is cool, modern fantasy is also cool, crime/film noir
Altair & Psion
Lunavelle City - Pokemon Lab
Interactions: Vanna (@AshenAngel )
Interactions: Vanna (@AshenAngel )
The hovering keyring didn't really obey his trainer, but Altair himself didn't try too hard, the Spiritomb was holed up in its odd keystone as Psion continue to jingle violently at the slightly glowing rock. The older girl who was presumed to be its trainer went up and introduced herself, a relief as she didn't seem to take the situation overly seriously. Psion turned and jingled his keys at the girl as she spoke, still somewhat aggressive. Altair sighed as he tried to pull his Pokemon back again, this time a little harder, shoving the fairy into his coat pocket just in time for the region's Professor to show up.
Huh, he looks pretty young...Altair thought to himself, wondering if it was a new professor who just recently received the position and if that had something to do with them establishing a Pokemon league. A blond girl bounced up first excitedly, by the way she is dressed and her familiarity, it seemed that she was a local. For the first time, Altair felt a little lonely being abandoned in this new region all by himself, but is quickly snapped back to the situation as another girl in a suit walked up to the sign-up board, signing her name down. ...Was this a formal event? He felt a little baffled by the people wearing suits.
"Hey Psi." Altair mumbled as he ruffled his white jacket, Psion popped of the pocket with a shiny purple fountain pen wrapped in his body, decorated with yellowed spotted patterns akin to a Liepard. It was the last thing his mentor gave him before he was abruptly pulled out of Unova, one of the few reminders of his home city. Popping off the cap with his teeth Altair signed his name down on the sheet, briefly considering the fairy type before shuddering at the thought of pink and sparkles everywhere. Though the steel type didn't fit him much either.
Only after the sign-up was done he remembered the older girl with the Spiritomb. "Ah, I'm sorry, Vanna, was it?" Combing back his hair little as Psion squeezed out, still jingling. "My name is Altair..." The jingling sound persisted, "...and this is Psion, my Klefki." Sounding a bit tired the boy held out the Pokemon with both hands to make sure it doesn't jump at the timid looking Spiritomb. "He loves battling, so he jumps at every Pokemon he wants to take on...uh, what I meant is, your Spiritomb look strong," Altair explained to the older girl a bit awkwardly, trying to somehow justify his Pokemon's obsession with terrorizing others. It wasn't quite a complete lie, as Psion definitely enjoy fighting much more than a lot of Pokemon, but Altair wasn't sure if it was a love of battling or just a love of chaos.