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Post by halifax on May 12, 2012 19:05:06 GMT -6
For Halifax, meeting a Fire Pokemon for the first time was the most exhilarating moment of his life. It was what he lived for. It was what he spent his whole childhood preparing for.
And it wasn't quite anything like he'd imagined.
His Tepig, he'd divined in a "vision" (and those things Halifax called visions were quite subjective), was named Iroh. And Iroh was probably the fussiest of gods, knowing fully of his own divinity and acting every bit the entitled diva that Halifax made him out to be. He demanded to be pampered, showed his temper when he didn't get his way -- and they both had already been thrown out of a store trying to buy him gourmet candies that Halifax couldn't afford ("You don't understand! He's a god! You should be giving him such offerings out of the humility of your heart--" "Ok, you're nuts, get out"). People just didn't worship Pokemon like they used to, he guessed.
And although it seemed like an appropriate way for a god to act, Halifax was still having difficulty getting used to his role as caretaker and priest. Ultimately, getting away from the town and into tranquil wilderness was probably best for both of them; he would get to know Lord Iroh more intimately here, and perhaps learn what was necessary to be a true servant of Fire.
"Lord Iroh," he said thoughtfully, having become a little more comfortable addressing his god. "Wouldn't it be more appropriate for you to wear something like this?"
He pulled out a thick, worn book that had clearly been rebound more than once, and flipped to a page with an old black and white illustration of a clay Tepig with peculiar painted markings. Iroh looked at it with furrowed brows, looking equally as thoughtful.
"I've seen the colors on the figure myself. I could paint you like that -- if we had paint, a-and if you so desired."
Iroh seemed to stare at the picture for a long time, considering it. While he had no real understanding of the culture, maybe he would find it fashionable to wear such markings.
If only they had some paint...
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Post by ryutana on May 15, 2012 20:34:57 GMT -6
Thankfully, Jayne had managed to talk Winry into her Pokéball, though Maes seemed to have decided he was going to make his trainer's left shoulder his permanent home. The young trainer had decided to just go with it, allowing his small, but stubborn Pichu to rest where he was. Continuing to walk through the area, he noticed another young Pokémon trainer, who also seemed to have a Tepig. 'Interesting. Let's see what he's up to.' he thought, headed in that direction.
Maes blinked briefly as they moved closer, the small Pichu letting out a soft growl, small arcs of lightning appearing in his cheeks, crackling in preparation of protecting his trainer if need be. If the other human tried anything, he'd make sure the other male knew just why no one messed with his trainer. The small Pokémon was very, very protective of his trainer, and had no interest in letting anyone actually get close enough to cause Jayne harm.
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Post by halifax on May 15, 2012 22:10:09 GMT -6
It was in the middle of a very heated "discussion" over what colors best complimented Iroh's complexion that the Tepig noticed that someone was approaching. Halifax saw the Tepig's gaze shift away from the page, and he turned quickly to see a young blond man, maybe around his age, coming their way.
Oh no. They probably expected him to start a conversation.
"Uh...hey!" Halifax awkwardly waved, standing up and brushing blades of grass off his jeans. "You're, um...another trainer, I guess?"
Iroh remained by the book, half-standing on one of its pages, and looked up at the stranger with an expression of being utterly unimpressed. Halifax at least tried to look more friendly, forcing himself to smile.
"That's a nice...rodent...you have there! Very...yellow. Yeah. I'm--oh, sorry--I'm Halifax, nice to meet you? And this is--may I introduce His Holiness, Lord Iroh," he said, motioning to the Tepig.
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Post by ryutana on May 16, 2012 16:56:06 GMT -6
'This kid is insane,' Jayne thought, careful to keep his face blank. He did not want to get into an argument with the trainer over whether or not Tepig could be considered 'holy' or not. Hopefully, he could keep Winry from being seen, at least for now. "Coordinator, actually. I'm on my way to try for the Grand Festival," he responded, looking around the area. "Name's Jayne, by the way. This here's one of my partners, Maes the Pichu. What'cha doing?" He wasn't interested in a long conversation, but it would do for now.
Maes, resting on his trainer's shoulder, looked over at the Tepig, noting it was the same species as his partner Pokémon, but seeing uninterested in talking with it. Jayne's shoulder saw quite comfortable, and he had no interest in moving from his spot. He was glad the other human kept his distance, but if he tried getting any closer...
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Post by halifax on May 16, 2012 19:14:27 GMT -6
A coordinator, huh? That was...
Halifax paused for a moment, eyes wide like a deer in headlights as he tried to process it. Those types of events usually involved a lot of pomp and circumstance, didn't they? Like talent shows, or beauty contests, or something along those sorts. In a way, it was just a different method of helping Pokemon reach their full potential, just like training them could be.
This man, Jayne, had a definite purpose and a definite goal. Glancing back to the still-indignant-looking Tepig on the ground, Halifax realized that he had a lot more work to do than just work out how best to paint him. Just as Jayne had the Grand Festival to go to, Halifax had to have his own goal in mind.
Maybe he could start at helping Iroh reach his full potential. Maybe he could help revive the old fire cults by showing people around the world how powerful Fire types could be. He was, after all, a Trainer.
"What am I...Oh, I was just..." Halifax reached down to pick up his book to show the coordinator, stepping closer with pages held open. "...S-sorta doing the same thing you're doing! Lord Iroh wishes to look more regal, so I was--going to do something like this? With some paint, and...well..."
He lowered the book for a moment, frowning in thought.
"You probably would know more about that than I would. My real goal is..." Halifax paused, gathering his courage, then pointed at the little pig god on the ground. "To make everyone worship Lord Iroh!"
Iroh raised an eyebrow.
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Post by ryutana on May 16, 2012 19:33:25 GMT -6
Looking at the book, Jayne studied the drawing carefully, noting the different designs. "I, might be able to do that. I've had some drawing experience, with the right supplies I should be able to replicate that," he told the trainer, before hearing exactly what his goal was. 'He's, joking, right? He wants people to worship, his Tepig?' the young coordinator couldn't help but ask himself, but refrained from saying anything aloud. Hey, it that's what the other teen wanted to do, well, he wouldn't interfere. "Actually, I think I have some pai-"
Whatever Jayne was about to say was cut off abruptly, as Maes decided the other train was just a little too close for his personal comfort. In response, the small electric type released the electricity that had previously been stored in the pouches in his cheeks into Halifax. "Pi, CHU!!" <Back, OFF!!> he growled just after his attack, ignoring the startled look on his trainer's face.
"I, I'm sorry, I didn't realize he'd do that. Err, I think he has some problems with people getting to close to him," Jayne apologized, but stopped when the Pichu shook his head. "No, not to close to him. To close to, me?" he asked his Pichu, who nodded at the second guess. "All right, I guess he's the living embodiment of keeping people out of my personal bubble, then," Jayne sighed. "Sorry. Like I was saying, I might have paint on me. If I do, I'd be willing to paint these designs onto Lord Iroh, if you want," he offered.
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