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Post by Kouji Sakuraba on Jul 3, 2014 4:12:10 GMT -5
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Kouji knew that it was time—he had to deliver the six Murkrow he’d managed to hatch after two successful breeding attempts. Although it had taken way longer than he wanted to, he was able to finally deliver on the promise; and in exchange he was acquiring a tidy profit for breeding six of the Dark/Flying birds. I always wanted to question why the client wanted so many of them. But it’s not my position to judge. I’m just really curious about it, he thought to himself as he whistled a few notes, and a suddenly flapping of wings was to be heard—if one listened close enough. Soon after, a flock of one, two, three, and even more flapping feathers followed the source of the whistling noise. As the cloud of feathers settled down, it revealed that there were six Murkrow flying around him, flocking and trying to tug at his clothes! Lucky you’re all going to one person and not different people. It would be hell if you all got separated at this point, you guys are ridiculously close to each other… he thought to himself as he looked around the planks surrounding some of the houses in Humilau, that stood over water.
“Where’s the client supposed to be anyway…?” he continued to himself, watching as one of the six landed on his shoulder; while another decided to take a land on his head and snuggled up there before dropping off to sleep. “Hey. Hey, get outta my… oh it’s no use, just stay there,” he said with a huff, reaching his hands up and trying to shoo the Murkrow out of his hair; but eventually leaving it there instead because it had snuggled up with such a look of extreme contentment on its face. I had a hard time separating them from their parents too. Tough luck. He thought, quickly whipping out his mobile phone and then sending a quick message to one of his brothers; who’d been pestering him about how his Breeding business was going at the moment.
Post by Erin Caulfield on Jul 3, 2014 13:19:13 GMT -5
for Kouji
So hot. Mobile phone in hand, the delicate figure of a young, dark-haired lady attempted to waltz through the crowds devastating Humilau's busy streets with the most solemn face she could muster. Which really wasn't saying much, mind you, but she was trying. Pale blue eyes scanned the device's small screen, double-checking for any clues they might have missed. "It is the same address I've been trying to find for the past half hour," she whispered, loud enough only for herself to hear. Why did mother have to ask this of her, out of all people, anyway? Part of her romanticist plans for the younger female, no doubt, but did she have to be so overbearing about this whole ordeal? Erin could only sigh in defeat as she was, at times, swayed by the masses.
Though the youngest Caulfield held nothing against crowded places in theory, the actual, empirical situation of being caught in one left her in a state of discomfort beyond measure, and soon enough she would find a way of escaping the hectic, noisy tumult. Such a relief. Unlike what had happened with the city's landside, Humilau's residential area remained quiet and almost deserted, safe for the occasional trainer here and there, and the soothing lull of the sea. Erin hummed softly at the sight, already moving forward in the direction of the wooden labyrinth. Now this she did enjoy.
Erin hadn't forgotten about the task at hand, however. She wasn't in Humilau just to sightsee, even if her short stay in the nearby Undella had indeed served that purpose. Her line of work required dexterous coordination in the handling of multiple tasks at once, after all. Naturally, she would be on top of errands as practical as this. If it weren't for the simple fact that she wasn't behind a screen now, looking at numbers and prices from far above, which her consciousness by all means disregarded in favour of her ego. Whatever the case, after a few minutes of enjoying a relaxing walk down some neatly organised planks, she finally halted mere steps away from a light-haired man and his ominous black birds.
"Excuse me, sir," she called out to him, not quite stopping to check whether or not she was interrupting small chat with his pokémon, or some acquaintance, over the phone he was holding. Honestly, it looked like the murkrow were picking on the man more than anything, and she could only wonder why he had so many of them. "I am looking for this address, some sort of business run by a person called... Kouji Sakuraba." The unfamiliar name rolled out of her tongue clumsily, tasting it for the first time since she had read her mother's mail. It felt like an oriental name. "I was hoping you would be so kind as to direct me—or just point me towards it."
Post by Kouji Sakuraba on Jul 4, 2014 0:24:48 GMT -5
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After he had sent his reply to one of his older brothers (sometimes it was such a pain if you were the youngest in the family) he then pocketed his mobile phone, letting the other four Murkrow fly around him, circling him like some evil, living cloak of doom. The one that had fallen asleep atop his hair looked very content and had absolutely no intentions of leaving anytime soon; while the other one that was perched on his shoulder gave a squawk of surprise when it had heard a voice—a distinctly female one. He then snapped his attention back to her; and was just about to ask when the Murkrow squawked again, flapping its wings and then pointing at her. “Eh? Oh, you’re looking for him?” he began with this incredibly sheepish look on his face, scratching the back of his head with his free hand before continuing; “...I’m the guy. I’m Kouji. I got a message from the client stating to meet—“ he trailed off when he realized that this woman must be the client that he was informed of—but why had he not received a message from her?
Something’s going on here… he thought to himself as he then dug out his phone again and then checked the message for reference. “Are you, by any chance, Mrs. Caulfield? I… I have the order for the six Murkrow right here,” he continued in the same sheepish voice, not realizing that he’d addressed the young woman who looked to be around his age, or possibly a few years younger, by the wrong prefix! Ah well, whatever, as long as I get the job done… he thought in the back of his mind, looking at the young woman for confirmation. But… she’s way too young to be married! He continued to himself, trying to keep his face in a very puzzled look; because in the back of his mind he was now aghast and pretty much freaking out at this point!
Post by Erin Caulfield on Jul 5, 2014 13:42:30 GMT -5
for Kouji
Erin's orbs widened in surprise. This man was Kouji Sakuraba, the man her mother had asked her to meet, which landed her at two implications she was rather partial two. First, she didn't have to go back inland, not anymore; second, she'd finally be able to get this request out of the way, go back home, watch the sunset from her family's private beach, perhaps trade some more stocks. Erin found all of these thoughts pleasing. Definitely good news for the young lady.
Ignorant of whatever thought process was invading the man's head, she proceeded to nod at his first question, the one regarding her own identity. The usage of a wrong prefix went completely unnoticed. "Erin Caulfield; pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Sakuraba," she said courtly. And it was true; she was truly glad to finally meet the person she'd been looking for. Erin saw Kouji's puzzled expression, but her cognitive system chose to pay it no mind. She just wanted to get this over and done with, after all. It was when he mentioned the six murkrow he was carrying on himself as 'the order,' however, that Erin had to stop herself for a minute to realise what was going on.
She blinked once, her eyelids shutting and reopening slowly as if a couple of feathers slowly falling down. Two more blinks followed the first, two children of higher speed and shorter lifespan.
What?
"I beg your pardon?" she asked, disbelieaving. Erin tried to make sense of the bizarre situation, but failed spectacularly. Six black birds? Whatever reason did her mother want a whole murder of crows for? And what kind of business was this, to cater to the woman's whims? To be able to deliver such a number—and why six, anyway?—of pokémon? "Would you please tell me, in detail, what the order you received was?"
Post by Kouji Sakuraba on Jul 6, 2014 23:52:36 GMT -5
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“Oh, please, call me Kouji,” he began again, scratching the back of his head sheepishly—there was a reason why he liked being informal around his clients—there was a higher chance to build a bond even after the transaction; and guarantee even more profit to come in the future, should they wish. He knew that there were a lot of fellow Breeders out there, and that each and every breeding request that was tossed up was a scramble—whoever got it first, always got the clients. Kouji wasn’t a believer of the “scramble mentality” though, and preferred things to happen at his own pace. It may have put him severely behind though; but that’s that—he liked making contacts that lasted a lifetime…or even more. Anyway, back to the current situation; he backpedaled when he noticed her eyes widen out of surprise; before blinking several times in his direction.
“Wait a second. You mean… you weren’t the one who placed the order?” he began, stammering at the first few words as it came tumbling out; even he was caught off-guard by the entire surprise! He then realized that Erin was asking for some information; and he was secretly thanking his lucky stars that he didn’t erase the message that was sent to him in order to get the Murkrow bred. “Well, luckily I have the messages here,” he continued, fishing out his phone again, before scrolling through the menus and flipping through several folders; before finally finding the one he needed and then flipping his phone screen around so that she could see the message for herself. “Oh, also, is this your phone number or was I texted by someone else with the same surname?” he asked again, just to be o the safe side. If she took a look at the number on the screen, she would see a string of messages; basically the exchange between him and the person who’d requested for the breeding—leading all the way up to the point where they would be meeting up in Humilau proper so that he could drop off the birds.
Unless we’re being trolled here or something like that… he thought to himself, pondering about the…oddness of the situation altogether.
Post by Erin Caulfield on Sept 28, 2014 22:30:25 GMT -5
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Erin had a few guesses as to who the one behind this insane scheme was. Her mother, of course, led that list, and the young lady couldn't help but feel cheated at this. She had promised not to get in the way anymore—Ugh. She looked at the young man's screen with dread. While she was indeed curious about the source of all this commotion, she was not sure she actually wanted to know it had been her mother the one to betray their pacts, their mutual agreements, before she had set off on her journey.
She didn't need more than a few seconds to corroborate her suspicions.
"That was definitely not me," said Erin, and didn't allow herself to continue until she had taken a big, deep breath. Calmer now, she began to explain what she understood of the situation to Kouji. "It was my beloved mother you have been corresponding with, I'm afraid. She's... taken it upon herself to make an elite trainer out of me, despite my protests."
The young blue-haired girl sighed again, troubled. She had such a troublesome mother, seriously. Erin wondered if other mothers acted like this with their children, as well. And, if they did, how did they ever manage "I am extremely sorry that you had to be involved in her plans." Then, more light-heartedly, added, "I trust she has already paid you in full, Mr. Sakuraba?"
As she talked, Erin couldn't help but stare at the murder of Murkrow still hovering about behind the silver-haired man. She grimaced. What was she even going to do with six of these crows? Erin doubted she could even carry them all at once, along with Vulcan and Byssum. Yet another sigh escaped her already tired lips. Just what was her mother thinking?
Post by Kouji Sakuraba on Sept 30, 2014 5:28:49 GMT -5
Kouji could only… blink as he watched his client’s expression go from suspicious, to exasperated, to something that was borderline annoyance; even if her features tended to hide it so well. Heh, guess everyone has a natural poker face at times… and I still suck at that, he thought to himself, keeping an ear poised for any clue as to what was going on. After she had cleared up the little fiasco over the six Murkrow, he was then all too happy to explain how it had went. “Actually… I didn’t mind doing it; even if it was for a different client—I myself was surprised to have a lot of successful attempts when your mother placed the order for six. Took me a while to get ‘em all, though… because for some weird reason the parents can only have three at a time, tops,” he began, scratching the backside of his head rather sheepishly, being very careful not to wake up the one that had decided to take a nap atop his head.
The Murkrow on his shoulder let out something that sounded very much like a derisive caw, before chuckling—or at least, chuckling in their own Pokémon language. “She did pay for it before I could even get started, so… I couldn’t say no,” he continued with this sheepish look that had now seemed to plant itself on his face. “Also, no need to be so formal…” he added, before getting an idea—it was inspired by one of his three older brothers actually. Well, giving head pats seemed to work before… helped me relax… but… ehh, whatever, I’ll just do it. Who knows what’s going to happen, he thought to himself as he saw his other hand rise up on instinct—before giving the much shorter young woman a gentle pat on the head. “No need to be so formal. C’mon, you can loosen up when you’re around me,” he continued, his aura was practically screaming “carefree” by this point. Yes, Breeders were out there to make a business and a living; but at the end of the day, they were still people—albeit with a much deeper understanding of how the Pokémon world worked; at least in terms of profession.
The other four that were fluttering around behind him suddenly did the strangest thing—one of them took the lead and then diverted its flight pattern to somewhere near Erin’s field of vision; looking at her with a very intense gaze; before finally letting out another caw that signaled all of his siblings to come follow and hang around her. “See? One of them’s already taken a liking to you. Some people may think they’re just birds, crows even—but they have a good eye, and they know right away if an individual can be trusted. Don’t be scared now, let them hang around you…” he continued in this soothing tone he adapted whenever the ‘mons were being all crazy around him; just a few words from him, along with a few simple gestures could calm the savage beast within them—most of the time.
Post by Erin Caulfield on Sept 30, 2014 22:13:18 GMT -5
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The phantom of a smile started to creep into Erin's demeanour as Kouji explained some trade secrets she had never heard of, and was definitely curious to learn. "Really?" She wanted to ask why it was that only three eggs could be bred at a time, but was cut short when the boy suddenly placed one of his hands on top of her head. She blinked, startled. Her whole universe stopped for a fraction of a second. Wha-what was he doing? It was evident that the blue-haired girl was not used to this kind of treatment, and all her attempts at giving voice to her discomfort were met with more than one impasse. "M-Mr. Sakuraba?" she finally let out, mindless of the male's desire to drop formalities such as titles and honorifics. Erin's cheeks were starting to turn rosy just from her agitation.
And then everything was over. The girl's heart rate decelerated, her personal space was no longer being trespassed, and—most importantly—she could breathe normally again. Before she could completely recover, however, one of the Murkrow cawed, then another, and suddenly the complete horde was on her, by her, on top of her, all around her. The silver-haired boy was speaking; she could hear the soft cadence of his voice in-between her own silent cries of horror. Whatever he may have been saying, on the other hand, was beyond her: she was too preoccupied trying to make sense of this unforeseen turn of events. These many unforeseen turns of events.
Dear Arceus, she could feel one of their tiny little claws attaching itself to her arm! If minds could be read as verse upon verse of velvet-smooth poetry, Erin Caulfield's would be no more than one gigantic exclamation mark. "I-I'm glad to hear my mother has already paid you for them. It was the least she could do, truthfully, considering all the trouble she's made you go through." Her whole discourse was said in one long, though quick, stream of semi-consciousness. "I will... then... Eeep!"
She couldn't do this. Nope. No way. None at all. Good lord. Her mother's request be blasted; she wouldn't stay around for her whole body to be— to be what? Seconds passed. Nothing happened. One of her pale eyes opened slowly, carefully, to peek in, and was greeted by one of the six Murkrow tilting its head in curiosity. Having quickly closed her eyes shut afterwards, Erin didn't get a chance to look at Kouji's reaction, until she gathered the strength to reopen them.
Post by Kouji Sakuraba on Oct 2, 2014 23:25:56 GMT -5
“Is… is there something wrong?” he asked a few moments later once most of the horde—the one sleeping on his head was awoken by the sudden flapping f wings and cawing that his siblings were making—as all six of the Murkrow started converging on the unexpecting, surprised young lady. “Whoa. Whoa, stop crowding her,” he began, watching as one of them had decided to land on her arm and then let out a caw; while the other four were circling around her—and quite surprisingly, the one that had fallen asleep on his head had decided to claim the top of her own head as his own “sleeping place” as well! “Oh boy…” he continued with an extremely sheepish look on his face, watching as the one that had already settled down on his head had decided to perch and fall asleep atop her own.
“Oops…” he continued, scratching the back of his head quite sheepishly. “They… well, at least one of them isn’t too rowdy,” he added, gesturing to the one that had land right on her head. “He seems to act like a Swablu for some strange reason…” he chuckled, watching as the one that had perched on her arm let out another caw; and the four that were still flying around her decided to just… perch all over whatever available surface they could find. Her shoulders, her other arm… sooner or later, the younger lady was practically swarmed from head to foot (well not really, but you get the picture) in the black crows. “I guess they’ve taken a liking to you…” he said after watching the unusual phenomenon take place; before one of them let out a derisive caw in his direction, before shuffling around and then flapping his wings—as if leading them.
“Looks like he’s established himself as the leader…” he continued, watching as the one who was cawing—was apparently doing some sort of “directing”; his way of telling his siblings not to overcrowd her. I… I hope you’re not allergic to bird feathers or anything… he thought with another sheepish look on his face.
Post by Erin Caulfield on Oct 3, 2014 15:06:44 GMT -5
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Yes. There was something quite wrong going on. Many things were unfortunately wrong, in fact: the black birds crowding all around her personal space, the insufferable cawing noises they were making, her being out here in the open instead of safe back home. Castelia's exchange market would be closing anytime now, signaling the start of a new day in Lumiose. These transitions were Erin's favourite times to trade, yet she wasn't on her personal computer to do so today! Erin wasn't one to give in to her lowest, wildest temptations under normal circumstances, but it was in human nature to look for culprits, and in this case the blame would fall on the crows, and the woman that placed the order for them. She could feel anger building up and mixing with her horror and anxiety.
The young lady blinked rapidly in order to keep the tears that she could already feel coming from escaping her lacrimal glands. "Leader for what?" she asked, somewhat alarmed, unsure of whether she really wanted to know the answer to that question. She most definitely did not, but it had already left her lips, and an answer would be probably on its dreadful way back. Her eyesight was partially jeopardised, product of the Murkrow conveniently hanging around in front of her. In a similarly convenient fashion, Erin noticed she could see the man's face in more or less its entirety, despite the aforementioned impediment. He had been scratching the back of his head with an embarrassed expression plastered almost permanently on his face for quite some time. Ever since her mither's schemes had been revealed, she would venture to say. Erin had to wonder if this was normal conduct under their peculiar circumstances.
"Mr. Sakuraba, would you please be so kind as to remove these birds from my person? I would be eternally grateful," she offered, rather than pleaded. Acts of plea were ones she had little to no experience—and even less interest in—doing. An apparent aura of calmness surrounded her now, but we all know that calm was the complete opposite of how she was feeling. It was miraculous that she could fake such indifference. "I think it would be best to recall them into their pokéballs until they've calmed down. Wouldn't you agree?" Preferably, until she returned to her family's house in Castelia and confronted her mother about the whole ordeal. She didn't say that out loud, though. What Erin had voiced had been such a simple request, empty of any malice, but it was clear evidence of her disregard for the small murder's feelings, or of their existence as anything more than beasts.
Post by Kouji Sakuraba on Oct 4, 2014 2:23:29 GMT -5
“Again, it’s Kouji—no need for such formalities, trust me on this,” he continued, watching as the birds were now apparently getting the better of her. Well, crap, who knew I was going to be dealing with a handful of rambunctious Murkrow while I was here… he thought to himself, before quickly whistling a few notes—the Murkrow were now crowding each other, shuffling forward as best as they could in order to examine their new owner more… carefully. “Back down. I mean it, all of you,” he added, not realizing that the last few words he’d said were now inflected with a somewhat stern tone—and since he was their caretaker; at least until the moment of delivery, they then turned around as one and then slowly, yet surely, backed away from the young lady who was now going to be their caretaker—did she suffer from a fear of being overcrowded, or something similar? That was the air he could pick up from her at least.
“Alright, all of you—not counting the one that’s currently sleeping on her head—settle down,” he continued, quickly fishing out a variety of PokeBalls that he’d brought along if in case this happened. “You don’t want me bailing out the ‘heavy guns’ now, right…” he continued; and the five that were now settling down suddenly froze—because they knew just what he was talking about. He was now tossing his Galladen’s PokeBall up and down; as if reminding them to be on their best behavior! “That’s better. Don’t suffocate her, okay?” he added with another pointed look, before quickly pulling out six more marble-sized PokeBalls—all of them were empty. “Please behave for her now, okay? Don’t make me angry. I don’t want to sic Rymista on you now before saying farewell, right…” he continued, trailing off as he then popped out all six of the shrunken PokeBalls, before quickly and quietly recalling all of them; watching as they were sucked up into the red beams of light. The last one proved a bit difficult to recall—because it was sleeping quite comfortably on his client’s head!
He then took careful aim, and then managed to recall the sixth and final Murkrow without waking it up, and then popped all six PokeBalls down to their smaller, more compact travelling size and then held them as best as he could with both hands. “Here you go,” he continued, gesturing to the handful of PokeBalls.
Post by Erin Caulfield on Oct 4, 2014 18:12:22 GMT -5
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Erin looked from the six red balls resting awkwardly in the man's hands to his face, speechless. She was thankful, of course, but she couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't done this earlier, if threatening and recalling them had been so easy from the very beginning. No use getting upset about that, now, was there? Actually, yes, there was, but the young lady preferred forgetting all about the incident. Erin was just so glad he had gotten the devilish birds off her. She sighed heavily, finally letting out the air she had been unconsciously accumulating over the past few minutes. "Thank you, Mr. Sak— Kouji." Perhaps because she had gotten used to calling him by his surname, his name had come out even weirder than the first time. Her clumsy emphasis on the one word didn't help at all, either.
With an abrupt jerk, Erin opened the handbag she was carrying—an original Hermès from last spring's summer collection, as she had been told the month prior by one of the boutique's clerks at the instant of purchase—and held it out for Kouji to drop the pokéballs inside.
Once everything was over, she looked back at the silver-haired male standing before her, sighing for what felt like the hundredth time that day. "I am truthfully grateful," she repeated, firmer this time. Her voice was once again serene and business-like, as it had been when the two had first met. "How did you manage to calm them down? I'm asking this as intermediary, provided that I will have to be the one to deal with them until I'm able to bring them back to the original client."
Post by Kouji Sakuraba on Oct 5, 2014 6:00:50 GMT -5
“There, that’s much better,” Kouji said with another encouraging grin on his face; and as if to reassure her all the more, he then gave her another friendly pat atop her head—right at the same spot where the other Murkrow had claimed it as his own personal sleeping grounds. He then saw that there were some feathers, and he gently flicked them out of her hair in a few quick gestures, hoping that she didn’t notice what he was up to. “Let me guess, you’re not used to calling people by their first names? Well, I’m just kind of chill and laid-back; the only time I go for formalities is when I’m in front of my family…” he continued, watching as the very obvious look of relief spread across her face. He continued to watch as she then opened her handbag and then was waiting for something—as if on cue, he then rolled down all six of the marble-sized PokeBalls into the bag and watched as they cascaded inside, before straightening up once more.
“How did I calm them down? It’s simple really. Just threaten them with any mention of electricity. They’re birds, so naturally, any form of Electric attacks are going to shock them quiet. Either that, or you just address them firmly, if you’re not a believer of such…barbaric methods,” he continued, hoping that she wouldn’t have to resort to the “threatening” part of how to calm them down. “They’re just really rambunctious. They need a firm hand, but also love at the same time. If you must… have just one out at a time, and then try to have more and more of them until you’re used to having all six of them around you,” he added, suddenly remembering that if it wasn’t her who was going to be taking care of the whole murder, then someone else would be. “Just tell that to your mother if in case she is the one who’s going to take care of them all.”
Post by Erin Caulfield on Oct 5, 2014 12:59:33 GMT -5
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Another pat. Another pat on her head just when she thought there would be no more surprises, oh my god. White noise filled the blue-haired girl's mind. Made her thought process blurry, rough, confusing. It didn't stop until her eyes got sense of what he was doing with her hair—removing black feathers, remnant of one of the devil's birds. Her alarmed expression softened at this realisation, and she was finally able to listen to the man's words without any unwanted distractions. "I am indeed not used to addressing others by first name. I suppose I am more uptight, in that sense." Erin had always seen addressing others formally as a sign of respect, but the way Kouji talked about formalities made it seem like it wasn't the same for him. Odd.
The silver-haired man talked about electricity and a firm grip on the birds. Mostly electricity. Electricity, eh? The imagery of a scorched bird passed through the girl's mind. "So flying types are weak to electricity..." she muttered, more to herself than to Kouji. Erin supposed she would have remembered all of this had she paid any attention to Pokémon-related classes back in school. Did she regret it? Not really. Wait. Take out one at a time? She wanted none at a time. "Of course she will be the one to care for them," she declared, rather coldly.
Something else had been rounding Erin's head for quite a few minutes, though. It was the way he had mentioned, although briefly, his family. For eighteen-year-old Erin, who felt closest to her own nuclear family, in lieu of trying to build relationships with outsiders, the possibility that this person did not get along as well with his family was simply befuddling. She was aware that the question may be a little intrusive—Erin herself wouldn't reply had she been the one the question was directed at—but she often stopped at nothing to satiate her inquisitiveness. Besides, didn't normal people usually do this when conversing? Talk about themselves and ask about the other? "Are you not in good terms with your family, K-Kouji?"
Post by Kouji Sakuraba on Oct 6, 2014 8:23:40 GMT -5
He could only give a sympathetic chuckle as she then noticed what he was doing—and after he’d removed the last feather stuck in her hair, his hand then retreated back to where it belonged—right in his pocket. “I didn’t want you to walk around with feathers stuck in your hair after our transaction; so better safe than sorry,” he said with a knowing nod; before hearing something slip from her mouth—to Breeders at least, having some basic know-how about typing did help; but it was more on the egg groups and personalities that they tended to focus on as a whole. At least it helps, he thought to himself as she then asked him about why he was quite… lax when it came to the formalities. “Well, you see,” he began, deciding to approach this from a Breeder’s viewpoint, “…each and every client that we Breeders meet, we foster a relationship that would hopefully be the start of a long and meaningful partnership. To be honest, I wouldn’t have gotten off the ground if it wasn’t for one very feisty lady, she offered to let me dip into her Pokémon stock; and recently she’s gotten me hooked up with more people who are interested in getting my services for a reasonable fee.
In the Breeding scene, it’s just like the way the stock market runs—you make allies, you make investments, you win some, you lose some. It just goes around—if you’re nice to someone, they’ll be nice to you in return. I don’t ask for favors or anything; and whoever comes to my doors, I do what they request; because I know that they would end up returning to my Ranch to ask for my services in the future. Nobody ever had it easy, not even us handlers of Pokémon and their offspring, because we don’t just deal with people, we also deal with understanding Pokémon themselves as a whole. Even if I don’t have the same ‘uniqueness’ that a certain deposed former champion of Unova had—the ability to fully understand and communicate with Pokémon on a personal scale—I try my best; by watching how they act, how they have their own ‘cues’; that sort of thing.
As for your question, the reason why I’m all chill is because… well, my folks are chill too. They raised me and my three older brothers to be as independent as we can; they guide us, but at one certain point we all want to be free from the nest. So in a way; I’m on good terms with them; I just want things to be casual between myself and my clients as much as possible. it puts them more at ease; as opposed to being uptight and stiff,” he said by way of explanation.
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