Breaking in / renly / industrial district

[Lionel Raymond James Jr.]

Ray stretched casually, his eyes shut as his long, limber body stretched over some unused pipes laying across the ground. He was clearly on the verge of trespassing in the industrial district, technically doing so already by being around unused and discarded pipes that were found to have been faulty, and instead had been left out to rust. Eggs, two loose and three resting peacefully inside of a special hatching box, sat next to Ray's legs on the ground, Marg herself leaning against the hatching box, her light weight body barely budging it. The tiny Pokemon never budged much of anything, outside of battle. She had been proving herself to be a battling machine for her level, even without the influence of Ray's hyper emotions. She may have picked them up and copied them, but it was her who had the snap reaction time to listen to Ray's calls and execute them. She was still a baby Pokemon though, and had much to learn. Her reactions would be nothing to the rampage of his Noivern, and her power and speed would never be able to match up to his former team at all while she was at such a low level. Ray was a surprisingly patient trainer though, having already known what it's like to raise a team from young, and having made mistakes with his own dragons that he had at least some general experience to bring over to non-dragon teams. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he pulled his phone out and opened the texts to his friend in one smooth motion, well practiced. He had been receiving pics through the duration of the day, his friend dressed up and at work, relaxing across one of the benches. There were several more selfies lined up, one with a Houndoom poised next to him, wearing a tactical vests, several other Pokemon in the room behind him. It wasn't often that they were called out for something, but when they were, he couldn't help but worry until he got that selfie with the two of them without a vest on. He was his closest friend, after all. One of his only ones he was still in contact with too. With a heavy sigh, he laid his head back, closing his eyes for just a moment as Marg did her own thing cooing over the eggs that would be her soon-to-be partners and friends.

-tag- Renly Martell -notes- WINGULL AND FOMANTIS EGGS 6/15 ALL HATCHING BOX G. YAMASK / LILEEP AND SNIVY 6/8 Level to Marg 9 > 10 -team-

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[Renly Martell]

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The cool, January breeze fluttered through his blue locks as he rolled casually down the sidewalk. His longboard clicked and scuttled along over the cement easily for the most part, although every now and then he had to give the board a little pop or a little push to make sure he made it over a break in the ground's height. The sound of the small wheels gliding over the earth bounced between the board and the sidewalk before ricocheting outwards, creating a sound similar to pebbles being grated and rolled against the rough material. [break][break]

Today was a casual day. He had a potential job at a paint-your-own-pottery shop lined up, and he had finally hunted down an apartment that he could afford on his own, as long as the job went through. Even if this opportunity did fall through, he was sure the experience that he had gained in the interview would help him with the next one.[break][break]

Huh. Jobs. Apartments. Paying rent. It would seem that he was an actual adult now. He was just grateful that Myrcella had insisted on including him in the process of finding their old apartment and paying the rent on it. He had scoffed at her demands at the time, but without his involvement then he very well may have been lost now. There had been a lot of things about her that he had discovered he was grateful for lately. [break][break]

He was on his way to find some pokemon or people or whatever he found that was interesting enough to sketch, and having gotten lost in thought about the responsibilities he now faced, he wasn't paying much attention. So, when he made a snap turn around a corner, he didn't notice the ralts leaning against some sort of contraption, and didn't catch that there was a person laying on some old pipes until he was just a few feet away. [break][break]

It was almost in slow motion as he realized what exactly he was seeing, however his reaction was very much in real time. His brain sent a shot of adrenaline down his body when he realized fully that there was a *body* laying on those pipes. Falling Hopping off the longboard, his long legs quickly made the two easy strides to the human. "Yo, are you alive?" he blurted out, concern lacing his voice

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[Lionel Raymond James Jr.]

Things were relatively peaceful where they were at, and Marg had yet to make any sort of distressed noise as she pet the eggs gently, eagerly awaiting the arrival of friends. Ray's long legs hung off the side of the pipe, his arms crossed over his chest and head back as he almost drifted to sleep while waiting for the confirmation that his friend was well. It was when he heard some kind of grinding on distant concrete in the edges of his sleep that things got weird. He wasn't in the state he could jolt awake just yet, not until Marg let out a squeak at the quickly approaching human. 'Yo, are you alive?' blurted out and startled Ray from his sleep, causing him to sit up quickly and nearly launch his phone from his chest, but long arms caught it easily, bright blue eyes looking to the approaching man all at the same time. "Yeanowhat?" He spoke quickly, recovering for a moment as his brain pieced things together. Yo this was the same dude from the battle arena! And wait... alive? Well. As he turned to look at the pipe behind him, making a motion for Marg to settle down. He guessed laying on a pipe in the middle of a crime laden city wasn't exactly a normal thing people did. "You... You're that one guy from the arena!" but his brain defaulted back to the arena instead. Ray had a battle oriented mind and of course he would default to the thing tied to a battle rather than a question just asked. He was obviously fine, especially as he stood up, pushing his self off of the abandoned pipe with a hop. As he stood to his full height, he snapped his fingers a couple of times before suddenly stopping, pointing a finger at Renly with the hand holding the phone. "Renly!"

-tag- Renly Martell -notes- WINGULL AND FOMANTIS EGGS 7/15 ALL HATCHING BOX G. YAMASK / LILEEP AND SNIVY 7/8 -team-

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[Renly Martell]

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The longboard continued it's rolling after Renly leapt off of it. Slightly out of it's original alignment due to the push that Renly had given, it clunked along slightly quieter now without the weight of someone on top of it, until it dinged into a wall, bouncing off of the hard material into a stop. There it rested, hidden slightly in the shadow of the colossal building that had barely felt its tap, like an elephant would barely feel a flea on its back.[break][break]

Having leaned over the other man to get a closer look, when the stranger's teal eyes opened, it caused Renly to gasp. When the man pulled himself up more quickly than Renly had expected, the blue-haired kid launched himself backwards a few steps, his instinct of self-preservation making it so that the two of them did not butt heads. With a deep breath in, Renly attempted to calm his quickly beating heart with the knowledge that he had not stumbled upon a dead person, but rather someone who had just been napping. [break][break]

Whoops. What was that saying? Let sleeping growlithe lie?[break][break]

In a small alley of a crime-laden city, and after having just considered that the stranger may have been dead, the sudden movement from the man was enough to have worked Renly up, coursing adrenaline through his veins. He wasn't scared, but rather just fired up, and while a few more deep breaths would have been the solution, he instead breathily stammered, "I'm so- I'm sorry. You we- you were- I thought that you were de- I thought that you were dead!" As he finished his choppy train of thought, he giggled a little bit, the absurdity of the situation finally beginning to dawn on him as his brain calmed down enough to process what had happened.[break][break]

Just as Renly glanced down to find a slightly but understandably frazzled ralts nestled near some sort of box-type thing, the man began to speak. "You... Renly blinked, eyes flashing back upwards to the man who was staring at him now. Oh shit, had he pissed him off?[break][break]

"You're that one guy from the arena!" [break][break]

What? Arena? Looking down again as he thought, he took sight of the ralts once more, and just as his brain began to connect the pieces of the puzzle, the man snapped a few times, his own brain reaching for something before pulling out his name. "Renly!"[break][break]

Of course! How could Renly forget the battle that they had had? The arena, broken, dusty, and haunted. The trainer, with so much enthusiasm even just for a small battle of weak baby pokemon. The ralts, cute but also strong enough to beat his own pokemon, Frey. He had even sketched a part of it, but once had had been pulled from the battle, his sketches had gone. A smile broke out on Renly's face as he recognized the pokemon in front of him, and upon lifting his head, the man as well. [break][break]

"Ray!"[break][break]

Stepping forward, he put out a hand for the other to shake. "I didn't recognize you at first. I, um-" he paused, at first debating whether or not he should actually say what he was thinking. Upon the realization that he had technically already told him the truth, he continued. "I thought you were dead. Sorry if I scared you." He let out a nervous giggle, a little embarrassed that he had thought something that now seemed so absurd.

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[Lionel Raymond James Jr.]

All of Renly's fumbling, stuttering and giggling simply gave Ray a grin. The more Renly struggled, the more he smiled and had to hold back his own chuckling. "It's fine man. This is literally the last place I should be napping but dude, I'm so fuckin bored." He held up his hand with the phone in it, waving it at Renly as his other hand took the hand to shake it. "Waitin for my friend to get of-" A ding stopped him, and there it was, a Houndoom and friend parked on the couch in the apartment. Home without being blasted to bits. "Nevermind." Now that that was off of his mind, he shoved his phone into his pocket and made a motion to Renly while his Ralts worked on calming her little heart. "But what are the fuckin odds, especially in a place like this?" He spoke up in reference to the battle arena thing while he moved over to the eggs, pulling the lid off of the box that had the three cracking inside of them. As he kneeled next to the hatching eggs, he looked back at Renly, giving him a wide grin, showing his teeth before sitting back on his heels. He was forced to look back at the eggs, cut off from his original thoughts as one of the eggs hatched to reveal a rock, and a very salty looking spirit. It didn't say or do much, but instead, parked its arms on the rock while a Lileep just kind of sat there, eyes staring at Ray, unblinking. The Snivy had already snuck out of the back of it's egg and was crawling over to the Ralts, getting head pats from her. "What was I gunna say?" Ray asked, patting the Lileep on the side of the head... mostly hoping to get it to do something other than stare unblinkingly at him... "Right!" He spoke up suddenly, earning a blink of surprise from the Lileep and the Yamask's attention finally locking onto him. Even the Snivy came over to check him out, climbing onto his knees to pat and prod at his face while he looked at Renly. "Are you ok?" It was kind of late to ask it, but his grin was back, even as the Snivy prodded at his face curiously, a yamask glared at everything and a Lileep just kind of... Yea.

-tag- Renly Martell -notes- That's ok Renly, ray is kind of an idiot-not-an-idiot WINGULL AND FOMANTIS EGGS 8/15 ALL HATCHING BOX G. YAMASK / LILEEP AND SNIVY hatched! -team-

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Well, at least the other person was smiling at him in a way that suggested he was sharing amusement from Renly struggling, as opposed to amusement at Renly's expense. When Ray held up the phone, Renly glanced at it, only for a message to appear just before Ray took the screen out of his gaze and then pocketed it. Looking back to Ray, Renly smiled, not quite understanding what was going on with his friend, but not really feeling the need to care all that much. [break][break]

As Ray hopped off of the pipes and walked over to the eggs, Renly pocketed his hands, glancing about the alley. Now that he had calmed down a bit, he decided to take in his surroundings a little bit more than he had been while boarding. There wasn't much to see in this alley - mostly just garbage, like seemingly everywhere else in Hyo City - and nothing much interesting to look at. "Right?" he responded, his airy tone hinting that he wasn't completely paying attention. "Out of the entire region, what are the chances we'd both meet again here, and so soon..."[break][break]

Ray came back into his vision just in time for Renly to catch him smiling at him. Head tilted in curiosity, he approached the other man, peering over his shoulder at what was in the box that he was crouching in front of. It seemed as though several eggs had hatched, one after the other, leaving a few baby pokemon huddled together, and one crawling towards the ralts. Eyes lighting up, Renly took in the sight of the creatures, never having seen their species in person. "Yo...." he muttered, mystified, under his breath as though he wasn't an illegal pokemon trainer witnessing potential contraband being born. Now that he thought about it, he had no idea where Ray sat on the political spectrum, or if he was affiliated with Plasma at all.[break][break]

The other man's sudden explanation caught his attention, and he pulled his eyes away from the baby pokemon to look down at his acquaintance. "Oh yea, I'm all good," he answered. Several topics having passed through his head between when he had first found Ray and now, he had almost forgotten the shaken feeling he had felt only just a few minutes ago. "These are cute though. Do you mind if I sketch them?" he asked, seating himself on the ground beside Ray.

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Ray settled the Snivy more comfortably with him, looking over at Renly, still holding that bright smile. "I'd say the chances are pretty good at this point. You must like me. New stalker? Haven't had one in ages outside of Orre." He joked, a wide smile on his face the whole time, reaching his eyes as they crinkled in amusement. But he stayed still where he was, even if his knee was bouncing a little bit as the babies wandered around him and settled into places, Ralts perfectly ok with taking in the emotions of her new friends surrounding them. Smiling happily. "Well it's good to hear you're ok but..." He spoke as he lifted the Lileep to sit on the ground so he could cross his legs around him, holding the Pokemon with the Snivy for now. And for an odd moment for Ray, he couldn't find his words for a bit, staring dumbly at Renly before blinking and shaking his head. "I don't mind you drawing at all. But I wanna see it when it's done." Ray seems to think for a moment, closing his eyes before opening them slowly, looking over to Renly. "So you had never seen Pyrite Colosseum, obviously." Smiling, he watches Renly, head slightly tilted. "Have you ever seen Orre? It's a wonderful place, full of fascinating landmarks, even if almost entirely barren of wild Pokemon." And here he goes, off on his tangent. "It's a place with a rich culture of competitive battling. It's where I spent some years growing up during some bullshit that was goin on, yea. Wonderful place. I got lots of pictures, mainly selfies, but I made sure to snatch some stuff up. Whole time I was there, training and traveling, I kept a good string of pictures going to my buddy back here in Anrui." He rambled on for a second before his eyes opened, looking back at Renly, smiling awkwardly, trying to pretend he didn't just go off on a tangent. Marg gave Ray a long, suspicious look but it didn't hold for long. Her hand was tugged on gently by the Yamask, causing her to move over and settle next to the ghost type, seemingly taming the Yamask's sour attitude for the time being.

-tag- Renly Martell -notes- Gonna use He/Him on Ray for flavor till I get his egg cracked c: -team-

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Renly grinned, finding Ray's stalker comment comical as he set his bag on the ground beside him, digging into it. Even if he hadn't been on his way to find something to sketch, he still would have been prepared. He always kept his bag stocked with drawing supplies, consisting of a sketchbook and a few different strengths of pencils and erasers at the very least. Sometimes he brought along some colored pencils for flair, but he rarely brought his pastels or his paints out. They were much to messy to risk long-boarding with them in his bag; one second he'd be flying down the road, free as a pidgey, and the next he'd probably find himself on his ass, paint covering him from head to toe.

[break][break]Flipping through the book, he paused only temporarily on the page that he had used while they were in the Battle Arena before skipping ahead to a blank page. Picking his pencil, he set to work, eyes flicking up and down from pokemon to sketchbook as his hand moved in choppy strokes across the page. As Ray spoke, it might have seemed as though Renly wasn't paying attention, but in reality being able to keep his physical body occupied allowed for his ears to open up and tune in on what the other man was saying.

[break][break]He waited patiently until Ray was finished with his mini-tangent. It was... nice how passionate he seemed about Orre. 'Nice?' Was that the correct word? Eh, he was an artist, not a writer, so sure, 'nice' sounded good. "I've never been to Orre. Can't even say I've seen very many pictures of it," he answered as he continued to sketch. "But it sounds like you really liked it there. Are you from Anrui originally? Like, before you traveled there? Is that why you left Orre for here?"

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Raymond idly scrolled through his phone as he moved his lanky self to sit down next to his Pokemon on the ground. He watched Renly for a bit, and honestly was pretty used to people just being quiet when he started rattling off. He talked, alot, and it was just a relief that he had yet to annoy Renly in anyway that was blatantly obvious. "I've got loads of pictures I'd be willing to share em." He was, indeed, very passionate about Orre. He considered it his one true home and it was really the only place where he felt like he could be himself. His grandparents were nice and he was free to rain havoc down upon any trainer that stood in his way. He could have easily gone on to world championships but no... "I... Yea kind of. I had to come back here. I was born here, bunch of bullshit went on and my grandparents got custody of me for a little while so I wound up spending several years out there in Orre." His tone dropped some and he obviously missed it. He had missed his one friend back here in Anrui, yes. But he missed the freedom, he missed being away from his tyrannical father, away from the war and most of all, he missed his team. With a quiet, annoyed grunt, Ray reached up to rub at his eyes, doing his best not to think about how his dad had to have been treating his dragons. The six Pokemon that fought viciously and loyally beside him. Needing to get his mind off of his dragons, he carried on about Orre. "It's a massive desert. Literally mostly desert. Humongous dunes, a massive volcano in the center. It's got a beautiful coast I've never seen water that clear aside from pictures I've seen of Alola and Hoenn I've never seen water that clear personally I guess is better wording... Then there's this massive dense forest and it's just all so... I love it. Even the ship that somehow got dropped off in the middle of the desert. This massive cargo ship was rumored to have been dropped into the desert by an angry Pokemon."

-tag- Renly Martell -notes- Here -team-

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The pencil continued to dance across the page, controlled by Renly’s steady and experienced hand. The picture was slowly beginning to come together, albeit messy and a little unclear. Still, the beginning structure was there - the overall shape and forms of the Pokemon present, while the finer details were either hastily sketched in or still missing completely. His pencil only paused for a few seconds when Ray mentioned a custody battle being the reason that he had traveled to and from Orre. He himself had never been a part of anything like that, but his thoughts immediately went to Myrcella, the Tyrells, and the reason that he had been forced to move to this region in the first place. It seemed as though it had been a good thing for Ray to move originally, unlike his own experience, and he was happy that Orre had made such a good impression on him. Hopefully Anrui would treat the two of them just as well eventually.

[break][break]He stayed silent as he thought about his own situation until Ray changed the subject back to Orre. Happy to welcome the distraction, his pencil began to jump across the page again, his eyes no longer stuck on the paper in his lap, once again taking up the flickering motion between the subject matter and his artwork. A smile creeped onto his face as Ray described the region in more detail, and he remained quiet until he mentioned the ship.

[break][break]”Wait, what?” he asked, turning towards Ray as he paused his work again. Had he misheard that? Or had Ray just told him that some giant Pokemon had dropped a ship in the middle of a desert? ”I feel like that can’t possibly be right…” he said, although the grin across his face suggested some doubt in his own words. ”What type of Pokemon is big enough to carry an entire ship all the way into a desert?” Then again, how else would a ship have gotten there…?

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Lionel Raymond James Jr.

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