bravenewworld | [Action/Open] If patrols were meant to be peaceful, they'd be called Peacetrols.

Who: Matthias and anyone who'd want to join him on a patrol! Or might happen to bump into him. Or is actually giving his patrol some purpose.
Where: Around Union
When: 1/17, Evening
What: Just another day in the life of a Sword.

[If there was one thing that Matthias had learned, it was never to curse a boring night on patrol. The only company he'd had for the past hour had been the constant, stiff chill of the wind that drew his cloak closer to him and the constant chattering of Basil as he hopped to and fro ahead of him. If there was nothing going on, it meant that at the moment, things were at peace; no vandals to corner, no miscreants to discipline, no Pokémon rampaging up from the Old City...a truly calm and enjoyable evening where he could delve a little deeper into the realm of his own thoughts.

He'd never thought it possible...but true as truth, he'd heard Martin's very own message over the Warp Band network! Of all things, his hero was back and alive!

It filled his heart with joy, as well as a renewed font of determination. Now instead of doing the memory of Martin justice in his actions, he had the chance to do justice by the man himself...no small feat in the mind of Matthias, but a challenge he refused to shy away from. A small, confident smile crossed his face as he gave his staff a small tap on the ground to get Basil's attention, gesturing for the Buneary to join him as he took a seat with his back to a wall; an invitation the Pokémon took with gusto as he bounced over to Matthias eagerly, watching the young man draw a metal thermos from underneath his cloak.

The smell was an instant hit of recognition; Methuselah had paid Matthias a visit today, and the second cup of Tomato Basil Soup he handed to his friend was all the confirmation the Buneary needed before digging in. Matthias himself sipped at his cup slowly, looking up at the moon and stars above through the steam rising from his food.]

I wish all evenings could be like this Basil...perhaps if we work hard enough, they can be.

[His mumbling caught the attention of Basil, prompting him to look up from his meal for only a second to give Matthias a happy look and a few fast nods...but he was quickly back to his food, making Matthias chuckle as he returned to his.

A lofty goal, maybe...but weren't those the best kind?]

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Ah. I had no idea I was worthy of rumors!

[He laughs a little, still embarrassed.]

If you mean Boar, then no. He's my Honedge.

[Said Honedge just sticks his ribbon above Martin's head and waves, still laughing silently]

But my actual sword is just an Enhanced sword, Fairy-type. Nothing particularly special about it.

[He gestures to where the sword is sheathed on his hip before drawing it to show the boy that it's just a sword with a pretty red pommel stone]

Works quite well against Dragon-types, but otherwise that's about it.

[I'm sorry, are you talking right now? His eyes are locked firmly on the sword as it's drawn as if he was watching a falling star streak across the sky. He might have absentmindedly waved back to bore but this is literally the besT NIGHT OF HIS ENTIRE LIFE AND HE CANNOT EVEN LITERALLY DEAL WITH WHAT'S HAPPENING RIGHT NOW.]

[What's happening right now is Sunflash the Growlithe finally finds where that yummy smell is coming from and runs over to the Buneary and the soup. She wants some!

Martin turns the sword so it catches the light at different angles for a moment before he sheathes it]

See? Just a sword. Nothing particularly special about it.

[Basil eyed the approaching Growlithe warily as she approached, but remembered that it was only proper to share. After all, Matthias had a few thermos' at home with more, so it wasn't that big a loss to hold out the cup to his new acquaintance!

Matthias himself snapped back to reality once the sword was sheathed and shook his head a bit to shake the fog in there off.]

Methuselah always said...it was the person behind the sword that mattered the most, so I suppose that's right. Still, it's a very impressive blade sir! Is it...will you actually be going out to travel soon? Outside of Union?

[He'd heard that message but...hadn't had the courage under him to actually respond to it, nor any information really that would have helped. No time like the present though.]

[Food! There is now a mess of tomato soup everywhere. Sorry.

Martin nods, either ignoring or unaware of the mess his Pokémon is making]

I am, yes. I haven't gone back to the Swords because I want to travel, but...well, coming back to life apparently requires a few months of rest, as much as I hate to admit it. I plan to leave around the end of the month.

M-m...

[His voice hitched in his throat, as if his subconscious had caught him just in time from saying something incredibly stupid. Why on earth would Martin the Warrior of all people EVER agree to anything like that? He was a hero! A hero among heroes! Even death couldn't hold him back and LOOK AT THAT MAGNIFICENT AURA AROUND HIM. It was a fight for a few seconds, but ultimately his impulse got the better of him...so much for common sense and quick thinking.]

May I come with you?!

[Did you really have to half shout that? I mean it was hard to say but even Basil had to stop to look up at you after that.]

I-I'm sorry?

[Martin glances at Boar, who nods. He did indeed ask that.]

I...how long have you been with the Swords? Would you even be allowed to take such a long time off?

[...and what is his name?!]

[Oh boy, he's gone and done it now. If the street wasn't so dark Martin would be able to see how RED his face got, but he couldn't possibly back down now! He hadn't gotten a no and...well, if he didn't at least try, he'd regret it for the rest of his life. He knew that much.]

T-two months now sir! And I'm sure if I explained the circumstances they'd allow it...I've...I've always wanted to learn from you. Stories about you inspired me to be the person I am today and...to learn from the Martin the Warrior, it would be a dream come true. Please, at least consider it?

[Martin is suddenly reminded of when he was a young boy, begging his father to let him go on patrol with him or go into the headquarters and always being told "not yet". "When you're older". "When you become a Sword." He'd been exactly like this young boy. He certainly seemed eager, and he'd ask around at the headquarters and see what they thought of him. Maybe it'll do him some good. His first trip will only be to the Flower Grove, and if it ends up not working...well, he tried.

But first.]

I'll consider it, though...you never did give me your name.

[Do you think you're glowing right now Martin? Because this child's smile could have lit up the entire street with how bright he was beaming.]

I...um, I'm Matthias! Oh, right, and this is my partner, Basil!

[As if on cue, the Buneary left the cup of soup on the ground for Sunflash as he took one mighty hop up and landed on Matthias' shoulder, posing proudly as he was introduced.]

Thank you...for considering sir, it means a great deal to me.

Tiria is the Frosslass, Boar is hiding behind me for some reason, and the Growlithe is Sunflash. The rest of my partners are...probably causing some sort of havoc somewhere.

[Martin laughs at Basil's antics. That's cute]

I can tell, but please, you don't have to call me sir or captain or anything. I didn't like being called by my rank when I was actually part of Swords, honestly. It made me sound as if I was better than everyone else.

[Oh my actual savior this man is everything the stories described him as...the stories might have been fabricated, but the thing about him being humble was spot on.]

It's a pleasure to meet all of you, honestly and truly. I'll...do my best on that request si...captai...Martin...sir?

[Look he tried okay?]

[Martin laughs. His blush is finally fading]

You'll get the hang of it. It was nice meeting you, Matthias.

Y-yes s...Martin, it was an honor to finally meet you!

[And he'll give his hero a final salute before he sets off...because why not, right?]

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