Earth, Wind, and Fire [Vesta/Catching]

[Nigenteki Reikon]

I'M HERE TO WORK, NOT FUCK AROUND

SONG: NOTES: |||||PKMN6 Damn, the Earthquake wasn’t helping much at all! Granted, it put out some of the flames, but it barely did anything at all, and the Gyarados wasn’t doing much better thanks to the stupid Castform’s Sunny Day! …Damnit all, the Fire Blast would have hurt, but Howi or Oscar still would have likely been able to take the attack without such collateral damage. Vesta was going to make sure that one of the first lessons the Castform learned was the consequences of its attacks. Then, everything changed with one simple moment. “Metronome.” Vesta’s glare, just as heated as the fire she was looking at, turned to the traveler. He was actually using Metronome?! Did he have any idea how unlikely the chance was that he would get anything useful?! Her words – or rather, thoughts – were metaphorically fed to her as she looked up when the skies darkened and began a deluge. If she wasn’t herself, she would have chuckled. Nearly all Pokémon moves in existence at his disposal, and he lucked out, getting the one move that turns a difficult fight into a mere annoyance. Vesta didn’t chuckle, she didn’t smile; granted, she had a brief moment of subtle amazement on her face as she stared at the sky (given the sheer luck, it was understandable), but as soon as she noticed herself, she forced sense back into herself. She whirled around, pulling out Howi’s Poké Ball and immediately returning him with a curt, “You’ve done enough.” She looked to Oscar, neither of them heeded in the slightest by the fact that they were getting soaked by the rain. The soldier pointed her dog towards the patch of fire that the egg-looking Pokémon was attempting to put out. “Go over there and help it with Sand-Attack!” Oscar nodded and ran over to do his orders. Turning back to Kilo, she saw him about to try another Earthquake, immediately forcing her to yell, “STOP!” The tank stopped, forelegs in the air again, and dropped them to the ground, simply, and looked back at Vesta. Shaking her head, Vesta gave him new orders, “No, use Drill Run. Dig yourself halfway into the ground and churn the dirt into the fire.” Kilo nodded in response, and, turning back to the now weakened and disappearing fire, a tiny flash of light echoed on the tip of his horn for a brief moment. As soon as he started moving, a drill-like formation of brown energy formed around his body, spinning faster as he moved faster, until the point where he was able to lift his legs and the energy itself propelled him through the fire, sending dirt and mud around in his wake and smothering the fire where it landed. He didn’t turn on a dime, but he came back to do it again.

[Zernebog Romanov]

Rise Rebel Resist I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels... { tags: Vesta } { words 414 } { short notes: aftermath } Hiiiiissssss…. The rain continued to fall, dousing the weaker flames. Perses and Apollo took care of the stronger ones by snuffing them out by waving a water-covered tail and shooting rocks at the flames, respectively. Since the two pokemon were already doing a good job of extinguishing the flames without further direction, Zernebog turned his attention to more interesting things. Like the redhead and her motley crew for instance. He didn’t miss the glare she sent his way when he asked for a Metronome, nor did he miss the look on her face when Apollo made her eat that glare and whatever words were in her head. ”I suppose you don’t need any help on your end?” Zernebog asked, secretly glad that she put back that that Magmar in her pokeball. Even with the rain, it still wouldn’t do to start anymore fires, especially with an actual fire pokemon instead of that Castform. The last thing they needed was more work. He let his gaze linger on her and her pokemon… until he realized how soaked her clothes really were. He blinked furiously and turned his attention back to his own pokemon, fighting down a blush. Right. See-through. He had to remain polite. No need to stare. At all. Just focus on the swinging tail and the blasting rocks. Yeah. Zernebog kept his eyes directed towards his pokemon for the rest of the time, uncharacteristically-quiet as he watched them demolish the rest of the flames with the help of the rain that Apollo summoned with a dice roll. Thank goodness they were trained and disciplined enough not to need more direction, but that also meant that he had to keep his mind occupied with random things in order to stop his eyes from wandering back to the redhead to see how she was faring. With the combined efforts of four pokemon and the storm, it didn’t take long for the flames to finally die out and stay that way. With a final flick of his tail, the Gyarados roared in satisfaction while the Togepi cheered and shuffled back with a triumphant grin. ”Good job, guys!” Zernebog grinned as well. ”Now we won’t get kicked out of the Safari Zone!” Both Perses and Apollo snorted at that as they slowly went back to him. Slowly because the place was now bogged with mud caked with ashes and pieces of debris, which they didn’t want to get on their trainer. Or did they? MADE BY KIROUKO OF GANGNAM-STYLE

[Nigenteki Reikon]

I'M HERE TO WORK, NOT FUCK AROUND

SONG: NOTES: |||||PKMN6 Kilo and Oscar were doing their duty, and much like the Gyarados and Togepi, they did not need further orders. All of Vesta’s Pokémon were trained with ability to work as a team and as individuals at the same time with their trainer as their leader, not their god. With the downpour not only weakening the flames but strengthening their fire-fighting tactics by turning dirt into mud, there was little need for her anymore. Still, despite that, her eyes never wavered, they never relaxed; she kept a watchful vigil on each and every spark and flame in the area. Many fools thought that this would be the time to relax, but they didn’t know that even when things went their way, the worst could happen. With that mentality, Vesta surveyed the entire ordeal constantly, including the traveler and his Pokémon. “I suppose you don’t need any help on your end?” By now, Vesta was pretty much soaked to the bone. Her hair was plastered to her body, her jacket was the sort of fabric that repelled water competently, and her pants were more than baggy enough to be unrevealing. Her shirt, however, was a different story entirely; it was a white sleeveless T, after all; the rain made it virtually nonexistent as, unbeknownst to Vesta, not only her undergarments but also her scars were now visible. She replied simply and coldly, “No, sir, we seem to be doing just fine.” She returned her eyes to the scene, and all the while it took for the fire to be put out, Vesta did not let her mind wander. She focused on the situation, patiently watching, waiting for the possible event of her needing to act on whatever could happen. Still, the fire went out easily, and soon enough, it all stopped with a final slam from the Gyarados’ tail. With the final flame gone, Vesta allowed herself a sigh of relief, though even then, it was stiff, escaping her nose rather than her mouth. While the others celebrated, Vesta merely relaxed, her dog following the same route, though her rhino was rather relaxed from the get-go. Her Pokémon quickly congregated to their trainer, nearly unhampered by the mud and completely unhindered by the thought of getting mud on her, which, luckily, consisted of a few splashes on her pants. Vesta stepped through the mud herself, never slipping or falling, as she approached the traveler. “Good work, sir,” she said, genuinely complimenting him, despite the fact that her voice didn’t completely have a positive tone, “Thank you for your help, and I’m sorry you had to act to control the fire.”

[Zernebog Romanov]

Rise Rebel Resist I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels... { tags: Vesta } { words 304 } { short notes: aftermath } Zernebog blinked. Of all the things for the redhead to say, the last thing he expected was praise and a thank you. Granted, it was said in such a flat tone that he actually thought that she was being sarcastic for a second there. ”It’s no problem, really.” Zernebog gave her a sheepish grin as he used a lot of willpower to keep his gaze strictly to her face and only her face. ”An accident’s an accident, and no one had any say on what the Castform did, I guess.” ”Togepi?” Grateful for the distraction, Zernebog turned his gaze from the admittedly hot woman and turned towards Apollo. To his shock, Apollo was actually glowing as he waved his arms at him and jumped around, looking ridiculously happy. ”Toge toge toge!” He’d recognize that glow anywhere. ”Apollo… you’re evolving?” Zernebog’s jaw dropped. ”Toge…!” Apollo said as his form was fully encased in a brilliant white light. His body doubled in height as it lengthened and became more slender. The most striking features as the light morphed were the long slender neck and the two wings that emerged from his back. When the light faded, it revealed a white pokemon with red and blue triangle markings on his body, similar to the patterns on Togepi’s egg. It was a pokemon he definitely recognized- Togetic. ”Togetic!” A wide grin spread on Zernebog’s face as Apollo flew up and tackled him in a hug. ”Congratulations, little buddy~!” Zernebog chuckled as he rubbed Apollo’s head affectionately with a congratulatory noogie. Then Zernebog turned to the redhead with the same grin on his face, momentarily forgetting that her t-shirt was practically see-through. ”And hey, we all got something out of it, so I guess all’s well that ends well, right?” MADE BY KIROUKO OF GANGNAM-STYLE

[Nigenteki Reikon]

I'M HERE TO WORK, NOT FUCK AROUND

SONG: NOTES: |||||PKMN6 ”It’s no problem, really. An accident’s an accident, and no one had any say on what the Castform did, I guess.” Vesta’s eyebrow quirked slightly as he spoke. He was making a very strong effort - more than what was necessary, really – to keep his eyes on her face. Vesta was all for eye contact, but if he strained any harder he was going to pull something. The soldier almost said something, but both of their attentions were snatched away by the egg-like Pokémon as it began to glow in a familiar light. She stoically watched as the Pokémon slowly changed form in front of their eyes, contrasting the immense glee and amazement that the traveler expressed. It wasn’t her Pokémon, so she had no emotional involvement. If it was one of her Pokémon she would be a little more interested, but she still would have been sane about it. Finally, the light faded, and, unsurprisingly, the Pokémon now looked much less like an egg. The first thing it did was tackle the traveler’s face as they both rubbed each other’s faces disgustingly. None of her distaste of the view reached her face, though; she kept her face neutral, if disinterested, as she motioned her Pokémon to come to her as well, preparing to leave. ”And hey, we all got something out of it, so I guess all’s well that ends well, right?” “Indeed, sir,” Vesta answered. She stood at attention then; back straight, chest out, hands at her sides, for a second before relaxing again and starting to walk away towards the direction of the gate. “Congratulations. Maybe we’ll meet again soon.”

[Zernebog Romanov]

Rise Rebel Resist I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels... { tags: Vesta } { words 207 } { short notes: aftermath } When the redhead replied, Zernebog finally remembered why he was keeping his eyes to her face. Right. Wet t-shirt. Rain. Does she really have to use that particular posture? It’s hard enough to keep a straight face and keep my eyes in respectable places without the emphasis! I swear she’s doing this on purpose! The white haired trainer mentally grumbled in his head as he recalled his two pokemon into their pokeballs. Zernebog was about to focus on her face again when she suddenly turned around and started to go back to the gates. Understandable since she caught herself a pokemon already, and Safari rules stated that once you caught a pokemon, you had to go back home. Might as well follow her out since he already caught a Torchic. ”Thanks.” Zernebog was suddenly thankful for that jacket blocking his view. ”And maybe. Maybe not.” Zernebog grinned sheepishly as he kept pace behind her, walking towards the gate as well. ”It would probably be helpful if we actually knew what each others’ names were, right?” ”I’m Zernebog Romanov.” He began, thinking that it would be best to go first since he had been the one to suggest it. ”And you are?” MADE BY KIROUKO OF GANGNAM-STYLE

[Nigenteki Reikon]

I'M HERE TO WORK, NOT FUCK AROUND

SONG: NOTES: Thread end? |||||PKMN6 “It would probably be helpful if we actually knew what each other’s’ names were, right? I’m Zernebog Romanov.” …Zernebog Romanov. A bit of an odd name, not that she really had the luxury of judging. She hadn’t heard very many names at all, nor was it really her place to judge anyway. For a moment, again, Vesta questioned whether it was wise to give him any information about herself. She had to be careful, after all, with the shadow group Steinhart was against always a possible factor. Still, Oscar took Romanov’s scent and he never said anything, so there couldn’t have been much of an issue with him. Looking back at the now-named traveler, Vesta said, “Vesta Dressler. A pleasure, surprisingly.” Her voice was genuine with both pleasure and surprise; she hasn’t had any pleasant interactions before, and it was… interesting how a friend of Jace’s was actually nice to be around, considering Jace herself. Absentmindedly, she returned Kilo to his Poké Ball. His service was no longer needed, so he didn’t need to be out.

[Zernebog Romanov]

Rise Rebel Resist I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels... { tags: Vesta } { words 204 } { short notes: the end } Vesta Dressler So she’s named after that one goddess of the hearth and the home, huh? Well, t seems that the name’s certainly as interesting as the person holding it. Zernebog’s eyebrow nearly rose to his hairline at her next words. Surprisingly? Why, was she expecting something else? He couldn’t help but ask himself. Maybe she was expecting me to be as insistent about my views and butting into her business as Ricki normally is? Sounds about right, considering her previous comments and reactions. ”Well, I’m honored.” Zernebog dryly remarked. ”But yeah, it’s been a pleasure as well.” Seeing that the exit was now only a few steps away, he grinned. ”And here’s where we part. See you around, Vesta.” With a lazy wave, the white haired trainer went ahead and walked up the steps leading into the building, opened the door, and walked inside. He studiously ignored the stares that the staff was giving him due to his soot-covered and water-logged appearance and simply walked out. It was an interesting day, and the stares weren’t worth his time at all. He had better things to do, like thinking of a name for that Torchic he just caught. [EXIT] MADE BY KIROUKO OF GANGNAM-STYLE