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bravenewworld2015-01-17 01:54 am
iamthatis) wrote in bravenewworld2015-01-17 01:54 am
[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?]
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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[She leans back, casually rolling her shoulders a bit and turning to the east, and the industrial district.]
My family didn't keep many. Just my father's Honedge, and the Poliwag that I bonded when I was about eighteen. Gouken...was a friend, but we only bonded around then too. Honestly, I'm almost jealous, my connection isn't nearly so strong. And I'm still learning a lot.
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[She chuckles good naturedly and reaches out to Ichijou again, letting the bird start nuzzling her hand..]
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[He couldn't help but laugh a little at that, but it was a warm laugh all the same.]
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I guess that's fair. He seems like a good judge of character.
[A pause, but she keeps offering attention to the Buneary.]
You're alright, you know. Most Swords I've met are. I've got a few friends in the ranks, myself.
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Can I ask who else you know? Maybe I know them as well.
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[She slows her words, a frown forming briefly. It was still weird to think of her friend as someone who's back. She'd been to the funeral, she'd made her peace with it...and then he'd just been...back. So very alive. And getting into all sorts of trouble, just like he used to.]
I'm not sure Martin's ever returning to the Swords. But I know him. Knew him since we were teenagers. Though he might be a bit before your time, if you're a new recruit.