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Post by Keldeo "Keenan Valero" on Jan 10, 2014 6:11:07 GMT -5
It was not as if Keldeo did not have money to spare—or a decent amount of it. The objects within his home, true antiques, were valuable; it was a simple matter to find a collector. His job, which easily devoured half of his week in its hunger, left him with a reasonable sum left over. In truth, while Pravus was a poor organization, much of these deeds were things the musketeer would have accomplished without payment. Jobs considered beneath him were rejected; he rarely took an assignment that rubbed his mane the wrong way. Humans may pay him, for his service, no King Midas could afford the price of his soul and his willpower. “Have you ever considered allowing him a small allowance—companions should be able, after a certain time, acquire their own desires.” The critique was given in a flat and honest manner.
Pausing for a moment, the somewhat anti-social goat taking a deep breath, he asked a question that had been upon his mind. “What is it you happen to toil at, Lord Ho-oh?” The image involved grandiose matters; even the gods could sometimes find themselves driven to mindless admiration. The majority of the goat’s life had spent staring up in awe at his three guardians; an ancient such as Ho-Oh, one that showed tendencies towards morality, was also worthy of praise. Human society should reflect the work of the phoenix. Youthful naivety chose the oddest times to raise its horns.
The water-type did not recall much of his days of a colt. Sleep had been sandwiched between fighting lessons, writing, and the mop of another tavern. He had rarely found himself plagued in nightmares in his younger days. It had only been as D’artagnan aged, riding independently into battle, that he began to understand the ways of the musketeers. Drink could serve the same purpose as a lullaby; it just lacked the neediness of a mother-swaddled child. Regardless, thinking the behavior and indulgence of insomnia a bit too soft-winged, it drew a smile to his features. There was little about Suicune he had not found a way to enjoy to tolerate—or even admire. “I suppose she truly wished to be close to you—she speaks of you quite often.” He had seen her groggy upon some mornings. Regardless, as he doubted the wolf enjoyed being smothered, he allowed her a large amount of independence.
“That is the way of immortals. “ The days soon came to mean little; time lost a majority of its meeting. When engaged with a human, with such a shortened lifespans, that seemed to change; Keldeo himself, knowing of pain his relatives had experienced, had avoided meangingful relationships wth humans. “The only thing that cares less for time, aside from the dead, is Celebi.”, the tones were bitter. He laughed to calm the mood; it was not difficult when he recalled his last encounter with the tiny fairy of time. “You happened to pick an unfortunate time to arrive. This region was once beautiful.” It had all but perished. In truth, unlike perfection, it was the broken state keeping him here. His duty to the world, to maintain justice and harmony, would not allow his conscience to leave.
His name was far from complex. “It is from the uncle in Hamlet—“ Waving away any bad impressions, he had truly despised the two-timing man, Claudius added: “I enjoy the way in which the syllables molded together.” The name had remained for nearly five-hundred years. It had been suggested, as his old name (BloodScales) was ‘savage’, that he force a more civilized moniker.
The Druddigon just smiled. Sharp spikes tore fabric as he elbowed Keldeo. “And all of this time ,my sour sheep, you were frightened to meet the lovely old bird.” His white teeth spread in a smile. “I was not frightened.” The jaw line of the water-type had visibly tightened. Keldeo resisted the urge to snap at the reptile—he had impressions to maintain. Training, which came twice a week for the elderly dragon, would be an opportunity to pay the beast back.
Turning toward the phoenix, dipping forward in a bow again, Keldeo inhaled. The goat murmured quietly,”I am sincerely grateful for your approval,.” [/align]
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Post by Noah "Ho-oh" Abbot on Feb 7, 2014 18:30:37 GMT -5
“My job?” Noah laughed, both at his job and that fact that he was being called a lord “it is nothing special at all. If I must admit to fault. All I must do is charm women, who pay to have a meal or tea with me. A ‘host club member’ I believe it is called? Anyways it pays amazingly. Nothing exciting or smart, however it pays the bills.” Noah’s face lit up at the mention of Celebi, the time pokemon had been a long interest of his, having never actually met the time god he was even more intrigued by the time god. “You have met Celebi I take it? and by the bitterness in your voice I take it that you don’t have a good history with him?” He smirked at the irony behind history when they were talking about the time god. “I have never met him however from what i have heard about him he seems an interesting fellow.” Remoor was beautiful when it was younger, exceptionally beautiful he had heard from people who had been vacationing there. “I had heard that it had been marred however there are still some places of beauty, if you can ignore the ravenous pokemon, or can deal with most of them. The fields of flowers in the west are beautiful from above. The beaches are still a wonderful place for some sun, or at least the protected ones are, the unprotected ones… not so much. It is still very beautiful if you know where to look. It just needs some spit and polish. If we gods could intervene once to save something I would ask them that it be Remoor. However I am not Arceus. Nor would I wish myself that power.” He very much still enjoyed Remoor. Even if he did not get to see it in it's splendor.
Looking from trainer to pokemon as they had a little talk Noah held in a laugh at the dragon’s comment about his trainers fear of meeting him. “Oh I know, I just look so foreboding in the distance, I was surprised he didn’t run away in fear.” he bantered with the dragon. “However you are welcome, Keldo, I couldn’t imagine Suicune not having found you eventually, if this is your normal demeanor of course. However I do see some tenseness in your figure, I wish you no harm and I hope you don’t intend harm on me so relax Son, this is not a war council.” Noah hoped the awkward beginning of the meet and greet was over now, and that the water god would relax a little. He had no intention of starting anything and would not get between his daughter and her love no matter who it was. However he was happy that she had chosen someone he approved of.
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Post by Keldeo "Keenan Valero" on Feb 14, 2014 4:32:42 GMT -5
What was so humorous about employment? Duty was a serious matter; it was not to be counted in the same ranking as horrid jokes. The serious colt, while not one for turning away fun, truly disliked the idea of theft, exploitation, or those with a seemingly poor work-ethic. The position described, while it seemed to go against “In the days of my youth,” There was a slight pause to allow the irony of this comment to sink in, “We called that ‘flirtation’.” Were there truly lovely flowers, so devoid of love and affection, that they would pay for someone to compliment them? “People, humans especially, enjoy having their ego stroked. They would pay a premium for such a thing—indeed.” The goat gave the tiniest of smiles. He had slept with many human women over the years. For some reason, looking back now, he found some of his actions dishonorable.
The other man seemed to glow at the mention of the water-type’s nemesis. That pest, who flew around his redhead like a gnat at times, seemed to endear himself with a variety of people. Nostrils flared slightly at the very thought. Suicune loved the company of the green menace. Did Ho-Oh, just like his daughter, enjoy the company of the fairy? Keldeo did not. While he tried to seem civil, lifting his head with a somewhat tight jaw, some irritation was visible. “We have met on many occasions.” Keldeo, minus their last encounter, ended his day in embarrassing ways. For someone with his carefully crafted reputation, which he believed was born of good, it was devastating to wake up in a compromising position. His cheeks steadily flushed an angry scarlet; patches of the color spread angrily down his body. The tongue , which wished to lash out, was tempered.“I believe he abuses his abilities and the good-faith of his fellow gods.” In truth, from what he had heard of future conflicts, the teal-eyed had little desire to meet the fairy again.
The mention of Celebi managed to level some of the anxious formality. The grass-type, with those mischievous eyes, managed to anger him like little else. “If you doth define immature, irritating, and nosyinteresting, my lord, the he is the most captivating being on the planet.“ His nostrils flared as he snorted. Taking a deep breath, letting it free, Keldeo forced himself to calm. “Regardless, for now, he’s not overly important—I apologize for bringing him into this matter, Sir Noah,” ” His smile, while strained, returned. That brat would not ruin his current mission. He wished to endear himself to this brightly-feathered bird. It was his duty—and would make time with his beloved much more pleasant. Ho-Oh seemed to be difficult to dislike.
Keldeo had difficulty ignoring the plight. Each burnt down home, exposed corpse, and destroyed crop, felt like a knife driven deep into his soul. This was what he was meant to stop. This atrocity was what called to his abilities. There was little he could do. Killing the infected, which he did without pausing (they were free of souls now), only did so much. There were always more. “I think, in this instance, we are meant to be independent. We have tried to help—even gods can only do so much.” Arceus only chose to do so much. Then again, if the goat had tried to manage the world, Keldeo would turn against him. “This place still has its remnants of beauty.” Such as your daughter, Sun-Lord.
The dragon was trying, at heart, to make his trainer relax. He looked like one of those plastic soldiers—after you melted it to the ground. While Claudius did not want to exhibit his temper, the old Druddigon wanted to show off another side. The goat was far from a faceless, straight-laced, strict, and boring soldier. He was a lover, poet, tempermental, justice-loving, irritable, and intuitive creature. He was far from perfect, either. The Druddigon quickly responded to the old bird. “I am too! I mean—you look like something from my nightmares.” Chortling, his chest shaking, the reptile ignored any pointed looks from teal eyes.
Nostrils flared. Tan fur erupted along the edges of his nose. The dragon was sabotaging his attempts at forming a bond. The request from the old bird was difficult. He was always prepared for trouble. It rarely came upon a person, when they had their blade unsheathed and mind sharp, but when they wallowed between covers like a pig in the mud. “I assisted her in acclimating to the human world.” The sight of feminine curves, along with the idea that some called the dog the god of ‘beauty’, had made assisting her more tempting. Suicune had changed him with her presence. Some of his older self, who raced about helping people in an idiotic cap of feathers, had reappeared. “I apologize for that, Ho-oh. I mean no harm to you sir. I also did not mean to seem…robotic.” It was hard to relax. He tried.
He really gave it his best shot. He, for the most part, failed.. Only a tiny amount of suspicion now diadzThe fingertips beside the knife on his hilt, dropped back to his sides. This was strange. In and out. Deep breath. Remember, as he said, that no war looms on the horizon, yet.“Do you have any questions for me? At all?” The smile this time, chastising himself for looking like a jumpy teenager going to prom, was much more genuine. [/align]
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Post by Noah "Ho-oh" Abbot on Mar 9, 2014 17:10:04 GMT -5
“Flirtation? Hmmm interesting...” Noah smiled at the Colt’s comment on in his youth. “Well whatever title you give to it, yes it does make a pretty penny. However it does take a lot of effort in the mornings.”
Noah’s Eyebrows raised in curiosity as he noticed the venom Keldo had with the time traveling fairy. However the annoyance and emotion compromise that had passed across the man’s face warned him to allow the matter to pass as of little importance.
“I suppose remoor sort of reminds me of myself. Well, at least on certain occasions, Ragged, rough, and ready to be reborn. I do try sometimes, to deal with some of the more powerful infected pokemon, however I still must be careful like all others else I should get infected. Which would be unpleasant.”
oah laughed along with the dragon. ”oh my!” He was beginning to enjoy the two of them. “I cannot imagine what you must be feeling right now then, seeing your nightmares coming to life.”
Noah nodded at the man with his apology. “It is okay, we are all mature, for the most part; Gods having a first meeting, talking.” He was happy encouraging the dragon, who just like himself seemed to be trying to bring a joking, relaxed demeanor into this conversation. Which was as the smile grew across boy’s face.
The ask of questions allowed some of his pent up energy and excitement out, however now that it was his turn to ask some questions a lot of the more reasonable ones had slipped from his mind. Leaving him only with the most fatherly and embarrassing questions. “Where do the two of you live? if I may ask that? I promise not to barge in randomly and interrupt you two in the middle of one of your bed bug sessions.” He would call 15 minutes before…. maybe 10, it depends on if he remembered to call before hand. Before the man could even respond to his other question another question had launched from his mouth. “How long have you two been together?” A less embarrassing question, he hoped.
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Post by Keldeo "Keenan Valero" on Mar 14, 2014 22:34:10 GMT -5
Was this truly the leader of a trio? This bird seemed no wiser than a homeless man he had stumbled upon, one heavy with drink. Ho-oh was not what Keenan had been lead to expect. Gods sometimes created their own ends with such personalities—Noah was far too relaxed. While Keldeo understood feeling love for a parent, as he had three of them, it was unlikely his respect for Ho-oh would soar skyward. The bird reminded him of Celebi—a carefree individual with little value for either duty or hard work.
The joke, as it was never more than ironic when legendaries spoke of aging, was a momentary slip in composure. Keldeo attempted to be a god worthy fo the title—most of the time. The talk of flirtation brought forth a surge of nostalgia. He had once been the epitome of knight before beautiful maidens of wealth and poverty alike; Keenan liked to think of himself as such, at the very least. “You just chose it as a profession—I wished it had been paid for in my youth.” The red-headed man, who had been taught to charm from some he felt were the best, would likely have never resorted to the life of a warrior and mercenary. Then again, if he had, Keldeo would likely be a weaker and far less wizened person. “Why ever does it take a lot of effort to praise and compliment a woman, Lord Noah?” The man did not seem the least bit impoverished in his current title. Sch things would bore Keldeo now—he doubted SUicune would appreciate that choice of career.
Celebi was annoying! He deserved punishment for his transgressions. Fiddlign in everything from wars to dates, especially when the onion had found an irritant, had likely helped destroy the world. Would they have the issue of infection without his interference? Was he not the one that had planted the fool idea of a Pokeball? Human rumor or not, Keenan could believe that particular tale.
It took the entirety of his composure to ward away a snort when the bird described his relationship with the region. Rough? Ready? The man standing before him did not fit any of the alliterative terms. Keldeo was careful to ward disbelief from his teal gaze. “Certain occasions?” The goat had picked up on that phrase almost immediately. Blood dipped from his unseen horn. Infected, threats to both enemies and allies, were things he also dealt with. “I may feel guilt, as I dispel a life, but I feel it is better.” The god saw little reason to continue existence as a mindless animal. “I have met an infected brethren of ours—“ The colt, courageous or not, had difficulties repressing a shiver. A god without a mind, as the human’s sometimes believed them to be, was terrifying.
Keldeo, while he laughed, was not truly amused. He wondered when he would find an elder god that seemed to have things together. Regardless, as there were far worse things to encounter than an overly amiable man. “I am terrified beyond belief, Lord Noah.” Unlike later comments, this joke was feeble. “We have met before, my lord. We have never really spoken.” Keenan did not wish to rudely correct, the words just slipped out.
The questions were dangerous. He much preferred days of racing across mine-rimmed trenches and lava flows to these questions. The legendary was not a man who made a habit of contacting the father’s of his lovers. It was a needless hindrance. Regardless, as he wished to endear himself and not shatter bridges, this particular father was difficult to avoid. Pivoting on one foot, pointing away from the sun, the water-type pointed into what seemed to be the woods. “There is a development there for those who wish for a life without being surrounded by cold steel.” His hosue was filled with it , in the form of his guns and swords, regardless. The second words made him avert teal eyes. It truly was little of Ho-oh’s business. “I hope you do not, Lord Ho-oh, it might make for discomfort.” Anger and red hot flames were distinct possibilities as well.
The second question made the colt ponder. Eyes slipped closed. Nostrils flared. It had been on the shores of this lake. It had been cold—the water had even chilled the musketeer. “It has been a little over a year—but, as an immortal with little care for time, I truly have not kept a calendar on the matter.” Days would come, just as the sun, whether someone was counting them in a calendar.
“Do you happen to have any other inquiries, Lord Ho-oh?” I pray to Arceus, in regards to Suicune, that you do not. I am not speaking of any more private matters. Keldeo looked a bit like a soldier standing at attention. He happened not to be actively saluting. [/align]
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