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I know that this is what I want, this is what I need
She'd have to keep in mind the grin that Zernebog was capable of. It seemed to be a rare occurrence, but it was a worthy sight. Ferris leaned into a more comfortable stance, shoulders lax. The battle was over, so there was no need to be so formal. Ferris gave a light smile at his comment regarding her gym as she looked over to the field, seeing at how it was basically smashed.
"Eh. Dirt is cheap, and the Orre League helps fund repairs. Shouldn't be an issue." The steel roulette found herself pausing again as her poised a question to which she hadn't even thought of, looking for a moment like a deer caught in headlights. ". . . oh. Yeah, sure. A name is a name, Zernebog. No use worrying over it." Another light smile, as if to say that it really wasn't an issue. Ferris didn't really mind how she was addressed, as long as she knew she was the one being addressed.
"Gabite - Achilles? - I'm sure he'll make a fine Garchomp soon enough. He handles himself well." A nod followed by another statement. "I take it you're planning on completing the Orre gym circuit?" This question was loaded. Ferris wasn't going to stand for being the only one to lose to this guy. No, he needed to face the other gyms and beat them as well so she could save face in front of the other leaders. It wouldn't do to lose her momentum in front of them.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Dec 5, 2013 0:02:48 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Gwyneth }{ words 297 }{ short notes: A push? }
Zernebog would be more concerned about her reaction if he wasn’t used to getting that sort of facial expression from people. It was always fun to see people look like a Stantler staring down the headlights of some car, even if it was just for a moment. It’s why he loved to step out of the norm and do things his own way most of the time, though nowadays he had to tone it down because he was supposed to be laying low and avoiding potential nutters from Arcane.
Still, it was a relief to hear that he didn’t have to repair the damages, though it was probably because only the ground was damaged. Arceus only knew what her reaction would have been if he had used his ace from the very beginning. There would have been a good chance of the Gym burning down to the ground or turning into molten slag if he had been as free with the attacks as he had been with Achilles.
”Alright, if you say so.” He remarked once the woman was through answering his questions. Well, if she didn’t have any problem with it then he didn’t care.
He just watched her as she continued, commenting on Achilles. Said Gabite grinned proudly at the compliment, causing him to chuckle. ”Oh, definitely. He’s still got a long way to go, but he’ll be awesome once he gets there.”
Her next statement though caused him to blink. He hadn’t been expecting that question. ”Well….” He began, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. ”I actually just challenged this gym out of a whim, to get back in the groove of things. I’m not actually sure if I’m going to hit up the rest of the gyms here.”
I know that this is what I want, this is what I need
She did in fact say so. Ferris was a woman of many angles and talents, and one of them was blunt and brunt honesty. She saw no need to hide the cards off the table when was was often weilding a winning hand, or one that had a solid chance for it; she had even less of a reason to be anything less than honest with someone that had earned her respect.
At least the Gabite took the compliment in stride as Ferris crossed her arms, her right palm over her left arm in a firm grip of solidarity. Every pose Ferris had was one of firm power, of a resolute stance - it was a part of her she couldn't separate from herself even in a relaxed position. Ferris wasn't just a Gym Leader that specialized in the Steel-type - she was part of the type through and through, and it was in her as much as she was a part of it.
Of course, even that couldn't prep her for the fact that he was just challenging her on a whim. Everyone had their reasons for challenging the gym and it was still a legitimate reason, but after her defeat... well, she couldn't just let it end there. She gave Zernebog a firm look, arms still crossed and spoke simply and smoothly.
"You should hit the other gyms if you're looking to get back into the groove of things. I've only been a gym leader for seven months - some of these guys have been in this business for much longer, and I'm sure they can wash away more of your rust than I could. Besides...." Now it was time to add a light smirk - as if she was placing a sure bet. "I can't be the only one to lose to you."
After a pause, she continued. "That said... feel free to return here whenever. Training, a rematch, advice... feel free to consider this a place to come to in Orre where you're welcome."
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Dec 8, 2013 10:18:15 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Gwyneth }{ words 335 }{ short notes: A push? }
Zernebog resisted the urge to blink in confusion when his response prompted a firm look from Gwyneth. Was it something he said? It was times like this that he wished that Prometheus was here to interpret other people’s moods for him, but he had to learn to stop depending on him so much for non-mission, everyday life human interactions.
…or maybe he didn’t need Theus for this one after all. It seemed that Gwyneth was perfectly blunt about what she felt about what he said and even gave him suggestions as to what to do next to remove that bit of rust that had been forming on his battling skills. Granted, even he could tell that the reason for her wanting to challenge the others was out of pride, but he understood that reasoning at least. A trainer had his –or her in this case- pride, and he figured that Gym Leaders would have much more than usual. He wished that more people answered like that, especially women. He loved figuring things out and all, but not all the time. It was refreshing to not have to tiptoe around people for a change now that he had a try and respect people more to avoid trouble and unnecessary attention thing going on.
And part of that respecting people more thing included listening to people until they were finished talking despite the urge to answer, so Zernebog just watched and waited until she was done. Once he was sure that she was done speaking, he gave her a wry smirk. ”Quite a speech there, Gwyneth.”
”You’re much more welcoming than the rest of the town, at the very least. I’ll be sure to remember that.” Zernebog remarked with a chuckle. ”And as for that suggestion… that definitely sounds like fun. I’ll think about it.”
In fact, his blood was already heating up at the prospect of challenging all of the Orre gym leaders and beating them, but he wasn’t about to admit that.
I know that this is what I want, this is what I need
Gwyneth smirked in an amused manner at the comment on the citizens of The Under. Yeah, they were generally an unwelcoming and private lot, but... well, they were her lot to look after, more or less. In the Pokemon World, as the local Gym Leader she was generally in charge of their well-being whether they liked it or not, especially since she was determined to clean the place up and make it a tad friendlier.
"The Under is rough around the edges, but we're the toughest folks in all of Orre." She took a moment to cross her arms in the opposite way, giving Zerne a light nod and glad he'd consider the fact that she wanted him to go out and smash some of the other Orre gyms. "You should do more than consider it. You should actually do it. Besides, it'll give us all something to talk about. You have no idea how dreadful League meetings can be during our lull periods." This was more or less an attempt at bad humor, but it was a pretty solid shot for her that wasn't entirely in the realm of sarcasm or biting wit.
"Anyways... I have to call the League about footing the bill for these repairs and all. I hate to actually kick you out, but... well, I'm a busy woman." As she spoke, Ferris dug around in her coat pocket, then pulled out what seemed to be a business card. "My registry number. If you're in Orre and need a hand, give that a dial. Aside from that... I'm going to have to bid you goodbye for now, Zernebog." Ferris stuck out her hand for a handshake - a good firm one, at that - and once that was taken care of, would turn, long raven hair whipping at her shoulder as she made her way back to the office area. The League was going to love the state of her gym...
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Dec 10, 2013 18:07:58 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Gwyneth }{ words 410 }{ short notes: The End }
Well, if they were living underground, then Zernebog figured that they would have to be just to be able to withstand the rigors of living such a rural life in a place that most people would rather avoid. It didn’t excuse their borderline xenophobic attitude though. Didn’t these people know that isolating themselves from the rest of the world using that kind of attitude had already led to many a a great civilization’s downfall? If he was the righteous lecturing type, he would have gone and said that and even listed five different examples to boot. He would know, after all, since he was an archaeologist.
But it wasn’t his business to butt into theirs. It might be fun to horn into their business and bother them just to rile them up, but his experiences with Arcane and that region left him a little wary of interfering in that manner, especially knowing where going down that road could lead him to again. Not the best of prospects, all things considered… not to mention what Ricki and probably Ramona would do to him if they ever found out that he went off the deep end again.
On the other hand, it didn’t surprise him at all that Gwyneth was still pushing for him to defeat the rest of the gyms. Heh. Looks like she was shaping up to be as stubborn and unyielding as the type she specializes in. Not a surprise.
”We’ll see, Gwyneth.” Zernebog chuckled despite the lame attempt at a joke, trying to keep himself non-committal. ”We’ll see.”
Alas, after he said that his time in the gym was cut short when Gwyneth asked him to go out so that she can see to the League getting to the repairs. Not that he can blame her; Achilles really did a number on this place. That was why he just smirked, nodded, and then took the card she was offering.
”Alright. I’ll be sure to do that.” Zernebog muttered as he waved good bye at the departing Gym Leader. ”See you sometime, Gwyneth~”
With that said, Zernebog gestured for him and Achilles to leave the Gym. They then walked off, heads held high and with a victory firmly within their grasps along with a gym badge and even the leader’s number. Things were looking real good today, so the white haired man was thinking of doing something to celebrate that landslide victory Achilles inched out.
