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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 9:20 pm
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Every now and then Luke would encounter a situation that would draw out nostalgia and direct his thoughts to a time three years prior, when he was still sheltered and ignorant. He still clearly remembered learning about the Pokemon League, discovering the challenge of a gym circuit, asking Alder what the term Champion meant... And now he was at the threshold of becoming an officer of the organization.
The decision had been somewhat of an impulse born from a desire to feel useful and capable after leaving the embassy, but it also served as a means to busy himself to escape the feelings that accompanied the season and the anniversary of such an immense amount of suffering. Combined with the near frenzy of preparing for a wedding - a sometimes dizzying thought in itself - he was somehow able to keep himself from drowning by throwing himself into the sea. One way or another, if he could stay on top of himself then he was happy, and all the better if he could make progress with various things while doing so.
For the time being, he returned home from from a fairly brief meeting at Camphoreon's League office during which they had discussed the application he had submitted, an officer's handbook in hand for him to review at his leisure while they evaluated his candidacy, although from the sound of it, they were so shorthanded that they weren't likely to reject anyone who met the minimums for eligibility. With that out of his hands for now, he closed the door behind him, setting the handbook on the nearest surface to free his hands to release his (house sized) pokemon - he didn't like leaving home without his team, but he didn't want to coop them up in their pokeballs when it was such a nice day either.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 10:00 pm
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The sound of the door opening drew the attention of the residence that were already home. The cry of a Raichu was the quickest to reply, as the pokemon leaped into Luke's path and up onto his shoulders, nuzzling a cheek against his in greeting, at the same time unintentionally causing a little static electricity to prickle his hair. "Rai Raiii~"
"Welcome home." Rosie's voice said from the living room, the blond pushing herself to her feet from where she had obviously been sitting on the floor. Along the floor with her were most of the other house friendly Pokemon, as well as her laptop and what looked like an arrangement of fabrics and sewing tools. Mostly in pastel pinks and blues, and what looked like the makings of accessories for the pokemon lingering around.
Pop looked like the victim this time, and boy did she look like she was miserable, while Rosie tried to make something for her that looked nice, and didn't piss the Lopunny off. Northern was holding up a fold of pink fabric while Rosie pinned pieces of it closed along the Lopunny's shoulders. At this point it was uncertain what it was going to be, but either way, Pop didn't look amused.
Vahy'n seemed to be doing her own thing with Celtic, the two discussing something in a language only the pokemon could understand, Celtic seeming to take direction from Vahy'n as he helped pick out some of the flower accessories that were placed in bags.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 10:54 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 2:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 3:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 3:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 3:25 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 5:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 5:46 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 5:54 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 6:00 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 6:10 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 6:24 pm
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He frowned faintly, thinking through his words. "It's just-- I mean, you've been working harder to be able to fight against Team Rocket than anyone else I know, so once Special Ops came and announced that they'd take new officers, I thought it seemed natural..." The words trailed off, his meaning clear enough without the rest of the sentence, and he shook his head lightly. "If that's what you really want to do and what will really make you happy, though, then of course, go for it. It's just... a little surprising to hear, I guess."
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 6:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 6:40 pm
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