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Post by Keldeo "Keenan Valero" on Sept 26, 2013 23:29:48 GMT -5
For years now, chained up within the steel-and-wood apartment, Keldeo had felt disconnected with his true self. Neighbors and surrounding buildings, minus closed curtains, had forced him to stay in a human form. His time with Suicune, while enjoyable, had resulted in a few irritated phone-calls (for noise). Bricks, cement, and pollution served as his outward views. Minus the water-pipes, and some leaking, there were few large bodies of water in the area. The canal, more human refuse than liquid, barely qualified.
Water was his life-blood (metaphorically); he bled red, regardless. He could feel, deep within his muscles, as little rivulets of drainage passed by. Rain called to him; it wanted him to stand within it and lend it some power. The water within metal pipes, trapped within his recently-renovated home, trembled with an urge to be free. Learning to ignore these feelings, as his natural element pulled at his mind and heart, had taken quite a bit of training. As a bandy-legged colt, all hoof and no muscle, he had ended a lot of angry ramblings with a mouthful of brackish water; emotions sometimes called up the waves in horrific ways—and not always to their ‘master’s’ benefits. He, even when it had gotten the better of him (as currents were at times difficult to control), had never stopped yearning for water. His inability to be around it might have explained away some of his recent (as in last century’s) surliness.
While he was known for being annoyed, especially when humans, time-gods, or the bumbling were involved, he seemed free of any irritation. His eyes were a brighter shade of teal than usual; they were more vibrant than the water lapping against the beach.
This lake, less than half a mile from his new home, was easily felt from a distance. It had been on these shores, with her naked in her human-form, that he had first fallen into Tabitha’s company. He had been training heavily that night; he had spent hours meditating on the floor of the lake (as no humans presented themselves after midnight). This place, made by man’s machines or not, had done the Musketeer (and his beloved) a large amount of good. He stared over the water.
The lake before him was calm. The wind, which tore into the trees, seemed to have left the man-made body of water untouched. The water looked like an oddly cluttered mirror—reflecting the dream of some sea creature. Keldeo was calm. Sweat dripped down his muscular body (and was easily visible). He was not dressed to go to work. In fact, the goat was dressed for bed. Suicune had been sleeping-in; his days off did not naturally correspond with her free-time or sleep-schedule. He rarely slept in.
For clothing he wore a simple tank-top, in a deep maroon, and a dark-grey pair of jogging pants. His hair, to keep it out of his eyes, was thrown into a thick mane of vibrant crimson. The watch upon his left-wrist was an expensive antique. He had removed his shoes; the soles of his feet were nearly as callous as his cobalt-colored hooves. The sand was covered with the imprints of toes, cloven toes, and finger-tips. The patterns drew nearly-perfect circles in the shore-line.
The beach was oddly empty; it was a balmy day with a cloud-free sky and a pleasant breeze. There was one reason for this: dawn had just passed an hour ago. The sky was still pink at its tips. The sun was a drowsy and lighter-shade of orange. Dew still clung to the morning grass.
Mostly asleep beside a tree, proving their worthlessness as ‘guards’ and ‘disciples’, four Pokemon had accompanied their ‘god’: a Druddigon, an old Duablade, a Feraligatr covered in muscles, and a tiny Mienshao. They would pay for their inattentiveness---Keldeo was the first to notice the stranger. It was likely before the other would think himself detected.
He sensed a presence and paused as he turned to look at its source; it seemed to be another god—a fire-type. Being a water-type, not a fan of most temperaments that the fiery element implied, he did not approach the other being first. He had no reason to intrude on the business of others. That did not stop his gaze, sometimes called 'paranoid' in jest, from slipping to observe the new-comer.
The water returned to its normal wavy and tumultuous state.
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Post by Noah "Ho-oh" Abbot on Sept 30, 2013 18:48:02 GMT -5
Noah was enjoying the sun of the day. The heat was a comfort to the pheonix, who wiped some sweat off his brow. The sun might be a comfort but it was still hot. The only reason he was outside today and not inside enjoying a relaxing day in a pool was because the information he hadbeen given by his son Caine, that his daughter was in a relationship with another legendary named Keldo who was a water being like his daughter and he was hoping to run into at least one of them at the lake.His next stop would take him into his divine form and out of the city to the beaches and shores of the region. He honestly didn't know who or what he was looking for, his daughter he believed he could identify quickly, but the man was another thing entirely. However we where two water gods met, there was always some sign. Making his way down the shore he soon felt the pressure of a god, something only other gods, and the occasional Aura Centered Lucario coul feel. This one was definitely water. But was he THE water spirit? for all he could know Remoor had its own godly beings to control its waters. Searching farther ahead with his normal senses Noah spotted a man, staring at a lake who glanced over at him every suspiciously. Now Noah couldn’t help himself from thinking that this was the man, but how best to bring up the fact.. He knew that the man could definitely sense that he was a god like him, so how would he approach this? calm and collected? Stern and Passive-Aggressive? Well to be frank Noah couldn’t pull of either of those or think ahead much more than pondering so he walked up to the man and said the first thing that came to his mind. “Nice day isn’t it?”
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Post by Keldeo "Keenan Valero" on Oct 5, 2013 3:39:20 GMT -5
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The pair had left many signs in their wake. Hoof and paw had combined to help heal the waters. Small stretches of river, mostly those isolated by obstacles or terrain, had been purged of the infection. The heart-shape of Keldeo’s feet, beside the four-points of a paw pad, marked each and every shore. The area had slowly been cleaned. They had reached the end of their abilities—for a short while. Recharging, for a week or two, the infection was clawing at the clean water. Noah had likely seen their influence outside the walls. The water-goddess, a friend to the couple, was not the red-haired man upon the beach. Keldeo and Zephryne, aside from an affiliation with water, had little else in common. To be honest, feeling himself to be famous, it would have disappointed Keldeo to find himself a stranger. The aura, not likely to be visible without being too obvious with his staring, was caught in the surface of the water. His nostrils flared as he took in the color, texture, and consistency of this supposed ‘human’. The heat nearly burnt the hairs in his nostrils. The smell was not one he could identify—which ruled out a few of his more familiar relatives.
The colt had managed, for most of his kin, to memorize the color and smell of their respective auras. He knew that Suicune smelled of lakes, purity, and streams. Cobalion smelled of freshly-tempered steel. Poison-types tended to have a bitterness in their scent. The water-type smelt of water and metal; many compared the scent to that of blood. His companion, who he remembered seeing when he had briefly crossed his path, seemed to be Ho-Oh. While he did not know his scent, or how to identify its source, he vaguely remembered its specifics. The water, due to years of attack and fighting, was gripped tightly—he could defend himself if it was required. Fathers, no matter if they had existed for millennium or a year, rarely admired men who ‘stole’ their little ‘girls’ (goddess or not). Keldeo had learned that from years of saving the princess (and being threatened after a kiss). The scars from such encounters, when the women threw him beneath the press for their choices, dotted nearly every limb of the younger legendary.
The man stepped onto the beach. The other Pokemon awoke and stared at him in a sleepy and befuddled manner. The Druddigon, trapped beneath the others as a mattress, was the first to try and move. Four-hundred year old joints gave a creak and then collapsed. The man didn’t seem to be overly threatening—besides, with a Feraligatr out-cold atop of him, it was impossible to move. The second to awake, the Mienshao, was currently crushed to the chest of the big-blue alligator. It seemed, asleep or awake, that Jean was the source of most issues.
Keldeo, briefly staring at the heap, narrowed his teal eyes. The Druddigon turned away. The small psychic-type, cheeks turning pink, bowed her head in shame. He did not reprimand the group.
The ancient bird, seemingly not angry or displeased, spoke.
The question seemed harmless and devoid of malice.
Keldeo turned his gaze up toward the sky. The area was clear. The sun looked healthy. The heat was not overwhelming. The chill did not draw shivers down his spine. No one had perished on this day. No humans might ruin this reunion---by driving a secretive wedge into it. Dark eyes closed as wind ruffled the curled locks of his ‘mane’. Keenan, after an elongated pause, responded: “The weather is fair. It is a fine morning, Ho-Oh. They currently call me Keenan—yourself?” Toes slipped forward an inch or two and into the crystalline waters. Chin tilting so as to better face the powerful god, Keldeo stated: “I hope life has left you hale, hearty, and wise, as of late.” [/align]
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Post by Noah "Ho-oh" Abbot on Oct 30, 2013 20:54:00 GMT -5
“Noah, that is what I go by nowadays.” Noah replied with a smile. it was in fact a beautiful day a wonderful day for him to meet his daughter, or he supposed his daughter’s boyfriend. Noah looked around my closely and located the pokemon all pinned underneath the sleeping alligator before being drawn back to the man as he asked a question about life.
Noah smiled, it was always nice when people asked about his life. Mentally Noah began to keep a tally of the man. One point for you, Keldo. “Life has been wonderful to me as of late, I have found my son Caine and now have learned that my daughter is in Remoor too, has a boyfriend.” The last word was pronounced with neither venom nor malice on his part. however Noah had no idea how the water god would respond to this… response? Did he mean it as a question? Noah had no idea before hand what he would do if he had found his daughter, much less her boyfriend. Currently however he was just curious as to what was going on. How they met, how long they have been together, how far they had gone… however the last one was probably never alright for him to ask, especially not to the boyfriend. His daughter he could probably get away with it, at the right time and place.
His attention was brought back again to the pokemon underneath the tree. Noah wondered why they were all piled together until he turned back to the man and the answer appeared in front of him. “Your pokemon?” He asked gesturing towards the pile. “They seem close.” He joked. before asking the god another question. “How has life been treating you, my boy?” he just had to add the my boy at the end, he wouldn’t feel as fatherly without it.
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Post by Keldeo "Keenan Valero" on Nov 2, 2013 4:54:18 GMT -5
Keldeo did not mind the day or the weather. He truly had no issue with Ho-oh either. The bird had never, unlike Celebi or Kyurem, harmed him. The fire-type had been some vague figure at ‘family’ gatherings and events. The tenseness in his shoulders, shown in the water, was still present. The goat was not prone to being completely to being unprepared—it was not as if his parents had never attacked him. The bird, while full of mirth and good humor, may wish to test his future son-in-law. He may be allowing his anger to boil while he builds up strength.
Noah? There was, often, a lot implied in the “human” name a legendary chose (and sometimes, for those more fluid, their current gender). Some chose the names of dead lovers. Some chose something that reflected their personalities. Others named themselves after favored places and elements. Many decided upon a world they enjoyed and switched their names often; others, such as Keenan, were more attached. His own name came from the words ‘courage’ and ‘ancient’. Blue eyes lightened as Noah spoke. He did not sound angry—his name, if meant to refer to an arc, also made sense. The old bird had lifted Suicune from death; he was also known for bringing himself back into the world. “I see, that is an elegant name, Noah. Did you choose it for a reason—or merely a choice of fiat?” For some reason, just in the way he said that final word, some small sense of disapproval was implied. Keldeo was a deliberate person; most of his actions had a distinct purpose. Then again, for all of this, he was once known for being fun. Keenan still had a lot of enjoyment in his life—he was just much more stiff than as a child.
The musketeer would be honest with the father of his beloved. He may also, for peace, be careful to enhance his politeness in certain regards. While merely symbolic, as Suicune was a powerful adult with her (very apparent) opinions and desires, he would also request some sort of permission from the ancient bird. He wouldn’t care what he said. “Yes, she does. I am glad you have recently discovered Entei—I hope it was a satisfying Reunion, fire-god. My fathers are here as well.” The last word had not a hint of malice in it. Keldeo felt his lips lift briefly. Whether it was at the use of the innocent term ‘boyfriend’ or at the apparent lack of coming discourse, was held close to the goat’s chest. The weather may have easily been an explanation.
The teal eyes darkened; the smile faded. The Pokemon, entangled in the arms of their mentally-damaged companion, were not assisting Keldeo’s image. The man nodded briefly at the ‘close’ comment. He was distracted by the group’s apparent abhorrence for protocol—he had been too easy on them lately. They were meant to be proud disciples of a God of Battle; instead, they looked like fans of the human game Twister (and poorly). Telekinetically, eyes flashing a brief cerulean, he kind reminded them to rouse themselves. That did not look like the court of a god; it certainly would not instill any sort of confidence about Keldeo’s strength.
Realizing he was being slightly disrespectful, Keenan turned to fully face the elder god. The glow had faded from his eyes. The Pokemon had begun to pull themselves apart. For a moment, staring into the distant pines across the lake, he pondered his own life.: “It has been well; it has not been without its trials and turbulence. I cannot complain at current.” There was the slightest pause. The water behind him began to shift its current slightly. A light breeze set red hair writhing like a pile of snakes.When the goat spoke next, his voice was full of honesty and affection: “Your daughter, raised honestly and good, has made many things better. I thank you for her.” Just a single nod, left hand over his heart, followed that comment. While the use of the term’ boy’ grated him, as it did whenever he was treated as a child, the goat was the portrait of calm. His torso bent in two. His pose was that of a knight. The armor was the only thing missing. It had, until very recently, existed around Keldeo’s heart. He supposed, as he had taught Suicune and raised her, that he had to thank the old bird for one more thing: rediscovering his true self. “ILord Ho-oh, am I correct in the assumption that you desire to see your daughter?” The water-god reassumed his former pose—hands at his side and head held high.
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Post by Noah "Ho-oh" Abbot on Nov 11, 2013 18:25:25 GMT -5
Noah stopped for a moment. A reason behind his name? He had never stopped to ponder why he had chosen that name. It had just been a name that he liked. One that seemed to suit him very well. Now caught with searching for a reason less vain than ‘I liked the sound of it’ Noah remembered an old story of humans, about a man and an arc, the story ending with his rainbow being created. Well…. Nothing else to grab onto, might as well use that. Noah thought to himself. “I chose the name after the man Noah who built the ark, since the main purpose of the story was to explain the rainbow.” The god smiled brightly at the other younger god.
“It was a wonderful reunion…” Noah said, remembering the moments leading up to him actually approaching his son, and Caine’s rather hilarious obliviousness to his own father’s presence, and the actions Noah took to remind him of them. Smirking inwardly at his memories, Noah continued. “Although rather stressful for him perhaps...”
Noah noticed the man’s disappointment at his own pokemon and couldn’t help but come to their defense. “Don’t worry about them, although I shouldn’t really tell you what you can and can’t do, my pokemon is worse than them.” He did only have one pokemon who seen him more as a food provider than a god. The only really good thing about the Ludicolo was his singing voice, and the fact that he could play an assortment of instruments for his and Noah’s amusement.
Noah’s eyes sparked when the man mentioned meeting his daughter. Barely containing his excitement Noah replied. “Yes I would! I have missed my little girl so much.” He missed all of his children, and loved them all equally, however Tabitha would be his little girl no matter how many ages passed.
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Post by Keldeo "Keenan Valero" on Nov 16, 2013 7:00:45 GMT -5
Keldeo may have disliked a flippant shrug or chuckle to his question. Brows might have knitted closer as he sighed with the tiniest bit of irritation. He had been to war. The red-haired legendary had stood beneath many banners and causes; words, terms, and names had power. Insults could turn people against one another. Gods were meant to be measured, careful, and selective in their choosing. They were intended to be above the common rabble---a guiding light to all of those beneath them. Picking a name out of a hat did not set well with him. Luckily, so he did not have any tension, the old bird had a different reason: “I was under the impression that the story was meant to explain the cleaning of sin and the power of faith; regardless, you were an arc of sorts for Suicune and her siblings. “ The bird had wrapped them in his wings. Life had been given to them. No matter what answer had been given, even if it was just Noaah pointing to a name in a census, would not change that fact. The musketeer was eternally grateful for that.
The ratio was revered in the water-type’s situation. When forced to endure a reunion, unlike Entei, he faced three loving parents. Keldeo was at a distinct disadvantage. Many of these happy-times ended with blades drawn, people prodded, bruises, and drink. Staring out over the water, remembering the complexities of his family, the goat’s mood became opaque. He avoided admitting his adoration for the three who had raised him; the goat was known for being a rather reserved sort (without drink, anger, or women involved). “I am certain he enjoyed his time with you Noah. I hope it has brought you some relief.” This situation was rather tense for the younger god. He was unsure how to handle facing an immortal father. The smiling meant nothing. The cruelest men he had ever met, minus a few, had been perfectly capable of giving a Krookodile’s grin.
The goat, realizing he likely looked like an impending storm cloud, took a deep breath. The male was meant, in stereotypical ways, to be the rock in a relationship. They were meant to guard and protect. Presenting Ho-oh with a group of laggards, who napped whilst on the job, was not an accurate way to do that. Then again, as Suicune was perfectly capable of caring for her own hide, Keldeo had little need to pad or shield her. The tension flowed away in little intervals; a display his temper would b far worse than any misconduct on Jean’s part. “I just do not enjoy them lazing about when they are meant to be training. I will consider taking it easier on them more often, Lord Noah. It is borne out of concern—my discomfort.” An infected could easily tear into the flesh of the drowsy and unobservant. While he grumbled on occasion, the water-type would never wish harm upon his Pokemon companions. All of them, from the tiny Mienshao to the Druddigon, were under the protection of Keldeo. “Judging by your use of singular terms, you have only one companion? I hope they fare well.” The goat avoided meeting the eyes of those beside the ancient tree. His eyes, a middling shade of teal, focused solely on Ho-oh. His anger would be difficult to disguse if he focused on the pile of useless flesh to his left.
Why was it that the term ‘little’ were tossed about so freely with the elder gods? The goat disliked every moment where he was the ‘progeny’ of his own trio. Living in anyone’s shadow, no matter how you loved them, could be a frustrating trial. Seeing excitement upon the other god’s lips seemed to tug at Keldeo’s mood. His mouth, a mostly flat line, stretched upward at its edges. “I assumed you would. She will likely awaken in an hour or two—she had a rather …trying..night. I truly do not wish to wake her.” Glancing upward, seeing the sun growing stronger, Keldeo felt warmth caress his features. He hoped, before allowing the wolf to speak with her father, that he might find a way to make a better impression. Leading Ho-oh to their home, where he would likely focus upon his youngest, would leave out any room for such matters. “Mayhap, whilst we wait, we can sit here and speak for a few moments. I trust you have some inquiries, Noah.” [/align]
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Post by Noah "Ho-oh" Abbot on Dec 27, 2013 17:18:41 GMT -5
"Fare well?" Noah repeated the Goat's statement as he reflected on his 'partner'. he was definitely faring well, holding down the couch, eating food constantly, and partying whenever he desired. Noah would be jealous of the pokemon, if it were not that he also enjoyed the same life style. "I would say that he does fare very well. Although soon he might run out of food and have to survive on a normal serving of food until I buy more." Noah joked quickly before hoping back onto the topic his daughter. Excitement was definitely fully reflected on his face, he had enjoyed his day with his rather grouchy son. His attempts to relax him had failed stupendously, however even so he had fun. He was sure however that he would have much more fun with his daughter, Listening polietly to the water god as he explained that his daughter had a rough night and would be rise from her slumbers later on. chuckling at the statement that he would dislike to wake her. "If she is anything like she was as a child, I do not blame you for not wanting to wake her up." When the man suggested sitting for a while and talking Noah's heart dropped for a moment until he realized that the young man probably desired to speak with him alone before taking him to his daughter. "I don't see why not, it's always fun to relax and talk in the sunlight."
He then unceremoniously dropped onto his behind on the ground, exactly where he had been standing. "How long have you been in Remoor my friend?" He asked the goat kindly, reclining slightly with his hands behind his head. enjoying the light breeze that stole the heat from his breath as he loosened all of his muscles.
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Post by Keldeo "Keenan Valero" on Dec 30, 2013 3:58:32 GMT -5
A lot could be given in someone’s choice of words. It might display that they were idiotic or from a certain region of the country; Keldeo attempted to always keep a sharp line between those two results; he had sometimes underestimated an opponent for their accent. An air of pretentiousness could be conveyed with tone and manners of self-referencing. As he stood next to Ho-oh, a far older god than he, the water-type was dissecting each word. It was for this reason, listening carefully for oddities or anger, that he quickly determined that Noah possessed only one companion.
The simple question, repeated back at the goat, was responded to with a simple bob of the head. Red hair, shifting with the movement, ended up pasted across the younger-god’s forehead. Reaching up to remove the irritation, with calloused fingertips, he waited for a response. The company others chose to keep, even those such as fatherly gods, was also indicative of their qualities; Keldeo truly wished to understand the ‘father’ of his mate. Would the brightly-plumaged bird allow him to understand Suicune? Besides, if he hung on Noah’s words, it would mak e him appear to be a far more caring lover. “Ah, will he---? If there is any sort of monetary issue, great one, we shall be more than willing to help.” Bowing from his waist, just an inch or two, he gave the paternal figure a simple smile. The goat paused and spoke in his usual composed manner, “I understand that some choose to over-indulge in pleasures, such as food.”. Two of his companions,the pair with scales, ate far more than had once been thought possible.
Keldeo rarely awoke Suicune from sleep; if he did, as he moved to leave for work, it was with the most chaste of kisses upon her nose or lips. The red-haired man had seen her temper flare with a fiery intensity on many occasions. He had yet to encounter such behavior in the morning; it was rare that he remained long enough to allow it. In the early hours, with nothing between them but sheets, those emotions would be best avoided. Unaware of how Suicune had acted as a child, not wishing to make assumptions, the goat just allowed his lips to perk up in the slightest smile. “Suicune is just as beautiful asleep as awake - -“, the woman could have the appearance of an angel in her sleep. He hoped those words would be taken as a compliment.
The disappointment from the old bird was easily apparent. Regardless, dropping gracefully to the sand, Keldeo intended to continue in their conversation. One knee was risen to rest against his chest; the other leg stretched straight out before the goat. “With winter arriving so soon, in full-force, sunlight shall soon be fleeting.” The quiet gave him far more comfort than the warmth of sunlight upon his skin. The goat was no cat looking to sit within the sun. Turning toward Ho-oh, as questions were thrown at him, Keldeo answered them honestly and without outward signs of hesitation. “I have been in this region for fourteen years now; I arrived shortly before the war---I watched it from upon my mountaintop. I assisted when necessary.” To the god, who had existed for centuries, that period had felt like mere seconds. “What of you, Noah? Have you been within this region very long?” Reaching into the moist sand, drawing it between his fingers, Keenan watched as the dirt flopped back to the shore.
The eldest companion, truly desiring to find out what was happening, pulled himself free of the pile. It took him a few moments to shove Jean away. The Feraligatr gave an irritable grumble, about burgers, as the Druddigon emerged.
Keldeo allowed the rest of the whitened soil to drop to the sand with a wet plop. Teal eyes shifted backwards briefly; a shadow had fallen upon the dirt before him.“Greetings Claudius.” The dragon’s seemingly unnoticed approach drew to a halt. The Druddigon stared at Ho-oh with a pair of wide-eyes. He truly was fascinated by each god he met. “So, you’re the father-in-law? Do you need your rifle?” Chortling, chest rumbling with his laughter, he seemed to pat his nonexistent pockets for such a device.
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Post by Noah "Ho-oh" Abbot on Jan 6, 2014 17:38:46 GMT -5
“Oh no no no,” Noah responded with quickly as the goat offered their monetary assistance, “I am able to take care of myself and my companion easily, I just do not have enough time in each day so sometimes he has to wait for a day or so until I get the time to run to a store. My job pays enough.” Sometimes he actually had a decent bank account ready for him in Johto too if he ever returned. The perks of living in another country for Arceus knows how long.
Noah smiled at the compliment paid to his daughter. The compliment was accepted by Noah and he smiled. “She wasn’t always a good sleeper though, I swear some nights as a baby I couldn’t get her to sleep, her brothers never had that problem but to each their own I suppose. She’d come out of her room complaining of her stomach hurting or needing a glass of water or something similar. I found it quite amusing.”
He thought for a moment before responding to the question about how long he had been in the region, surely it hadn’t been that long. he’d only been reborn….. 4? 5 times? “about a year or so now. I think? Other than this,” He held up his watch which was slowly counting down to his next needed flame out, “I don’t really watch the time other than when I need to buy new food and when this thing tells me I need to go out.” He smiled happily.
Noah had been aware of the dragon moving around, and was excited to meet some of the man’s pokemon. “Claudius that is an interesting name.” he comment to himself as the Dragon looked at him. Laughter flew out of the man’s mouth at the comment of the rifle. “No not as of yet, so far your trainer seems to be a well behaved man and I would be happy to see him with my daughter so don’t you worry, you won’t be losing him just yet.” It wasn’t like Noah could fight him anyways, the goat seemed to be more than capable of fighting anyone. Not to mention the fact that the as a phoenix he would be drowned in a couple of seconds “Not to mention the fact that he could probably take me on a bad day if I was at my prime.” Noah hoped the extra compliment would abate some of the water god’s annoyance.
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