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Sept 21, 2019 23:08:44 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2019 23:08:44 GMT -5
 Qiao SongPost MusicCamping, Qiao found, was the most relaxing thing he’s been able to do since he left home. Out here it was just him and his team, he could relax, train, read, cook, or do just about anything he wanted. Out here he was entirely free to do as he pleased, and with no uncle to judge his preferences to boot. Right now, though, it was time for dinner. First, he served his team their own special blends of Pokémon food, watching as the little group happily munched away for a minute before setting to work on his own dinner. On the menu tonight was fresh dumplings and rice, carefully prepared by the stoic trainer. He travelled with a variety of simple spices and herbs, so the whole thing was smelling quite fragrant as he boiled the dumplings in a pot over the fire he’d made. The rice came next, while he crisped up the dumplings after draining the water. He’d made quite a lot, hungry from a long day of training. Oblivious to just how far the scent could carry, the young man cleaned as he waited for the rice to finish. No good to attract wild Pokémon with his garbage, strong team or not. After properly disposing of the garbage, cleaning the excess dishes, and putting away leftover ingredients, he checked on the rice and was pleased to see it was done. Time to eat, finally! @nharmonia |
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Sept 22, 2019 20:34:40 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2019 20:34:40 GMT -5
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[attr="class","tctext"] The day was growing long and the shadows even longer as the sun descended in the sky. N found the shade of the forest comforting as he traversed it, keeping his human form despite a lack of audience. It just felt natural to him, except when he was sleeping in the woods. Which meant he'd probably drop it before the night was over, but first... The growl in his stomach reminded him it was time to forage. Surely there were some berries around here somewhere...
As N looked around, though, he'd catch whiff of a scent. Though he appeared human, his nose was still that of a Zoroark, and as such picked up the smell of dumplings from way off. Slowly but surely he followed his nose, like some kind of cartoonish commercialized Toucannon, until he could hear someone shuffling about nearby. Coming to the edge of the treeline, he saw a man with a campsite cooking over a fire. His stomach growled a little louder, but he hesitated. Would the man recognize him? Would he even have enough to share? Well, only one way to find out.
N carefully stepped out of the trees, approaching. "H-hello there," he greeted with a wave. He tried to paste on a light smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. Oh well.
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Sept 30, 2019 16:00:30 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2019 16:00:30 GMT -5
Qiao SongPost MusicOf course somebody would interrupt him right when he was trying to eat. What the hell was this guy doing here, anyways? Fixing his cold, neutral stare on the man who’d come barging into his camp, he held his hand out to his team to let them know not to move yet. All six Pokémon had looked up when N had entered the camp, quietly assessing this new human who’d interrotheir meal. The smile did nothing to reassure Qiao of this man’s intentions, and he raised an eyebrow as he spoke. “Who are you, and just what are you doing in my camp?” He asked, putting his plate of dinner aside and standing up to his full, intimidating height. It was an obvious warning, but usually an effective one. Finally, he waved his team over to him, crossing his arms and gasping his foot as he awaited a response from this strange intruder. He could only assume he was attracted by the firelight or smell of food, and had come to beg shelter or food for the night. Either way, unless he got a good answer, and fast, he was not inclined to share. He wanted his solitude, which this man had already broken from the moment he approached. Something to make Qiao dislike what was happening already. “Well?” He asked again, his expression and posture making the overall feeling of this scene like some kind of nobility looking down upon common folk. @nharmonia |
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