[It had been a while since Hunter had really been able to change his clothes. He'd gotten some when he'd first arrived, and those had been good enough to last him here, but he was ready for something- else. He'd gotten a good bit of money in his pocket just from training and battling, and he felt like there was something he was looking for-
Then he saw it. Stepping forward to a display of shirts, he reached up and grabbed the hanger, pulling the shirt down. A little chirrup sounded from his shoulder and he glanced to the Joltik there, holding the shirt, a stylistic Midnight Lycanroc against a blood moon, so the Pokemon could see.]
What do you think, Volt? [Sure, they couldn't communicate quite like he and Flapjack could, but he'd gotten good at interpreting the little clicks and squeaks and gestures of his assorted team members. And the little happy multi-eyed smile and waving of Volt's front claws spoke volumes.] Yeah. Me too.
[It was nice, actually getting to form his own style, even in a strange new world. Wonder what else was here?]
[B. Some route somewhere]
[Hunter didn't take being idle well. It wasn't even that it left time for his thoughts to wander- okay, it was, there was no denying that was a big part of that -but he also just wasn't used to that. He'd always been doing something, whether in the Boiling Isles or the human realm. But here? There was just a whole lot of nothing. Walk from town to town, maybe catch a Pokemon, maybe actually interact with someone else. Hit the town, explore a little bit, on to the next route. It was monotonous.
Today, on waking up, he'd been determined to actually DO something. Travelers passing by would see something of a strange sight: Hunter on one side of a small clearing, holding a thick, straight stick as tall as he was, and a Skorupi facing him on the other side. The Skorupi tensed, then fired off a few poison sting spikes, which Hunter deftly dodged or whacked aside. He smirked.]
C'mon. Is that the best you've got?
[Skorupi trilled something and shot a few more. Hunter dodged again, then ran forward and swung his improvised staff; this time it was Skorupi's time to dodge, leaping up and away. And on the two of them went, in this improvised training session.]
[C. Network]
[A somewhat bashful Hunter is going to address the network at large. He's in his camp, and there's- a small plume of smoke behind him?]
Trainers. I have a question. [Blunt and to the point, this one.] Is there... anyone good at cooking?
[Whatever resolve he'd pulled together to actually make the post dissolved a bit, as he rubbed the back of his neck and turned aside some. Ah. The plume of smoke is coming from the remains of a metal pot, which a western Shellos is still drowning in water to put it out.]
I tried cooking some of these- weird little green root plants. [He holds up the last remaining one, it's a large spring onion with the stalk still attached.] But I obviously failed. So I need... help. [Wow, the blush went right to his pointed eartips, didn't it?]
Thank you.
[And that's all.]
[D. Wildcard]
[Feel free to come up with something else, or to hit me up at zumidotexe to plot a specific one!]
Hunter | The Owl House
[It had been a while since Hunter had really been able to change his clothes. He'd gotten some when he'd first arrived, and those had been good enough to last him here, but he was ready for something- else. He'd gotten a good bit of money in his pocket just from training and battling, and he felt like there was something he was looking for-
Then he saw it. Stepping forward to a display of shirts, he reached up and grabbed the hanger, pulling the shirt down. A little chirrup sounded from his shoulder and he glanced to the Joltik there, holding the shirt, a stylistic Midnight Lycanroc against a blood moon, so the Pokemon could see.]
What do you think, Volt? [Sure, they couldn't communicate quite like he and Flapjack could, but he'd gotten good at interpreting the little clicks and squeaks and gestures of his assorted team members. And the little happy multi-eyed smile and waving of Volt's front claws spoke volumes.] Yeah. Me too.
[It was nice, actually getting to form his own style, even in a strange new world. Wonder what else was here?]
[B. Some route somewhere]
[Hunter didn't take being idle well. It wasn't even that it left time for his thoughts to wander- okay, it was, there was no denying that was a big part of that -but he also just wasn't used to that. He'd always been doing something, whether in the Boiling Isles or the human realm. But here? There was just a whole lot of nothing. Walk from town to town, maybe catch a Pokemon, maybe actually interact with someone else. Hit the town, explore a little bit, on to the next route. It was monotonous.
Today, on waking up, he'd been determined to actually DO something. Travelers passing by would see something of a strange sight: Hunter on one side of a small clearing, holding a thick, straight stick as tall as he was, and a Skorupi facing him on the other side. The Skorupi tensed, then fired off a few poison sting spikes, which Hunter deftly dodged or whacked aside. He smirked.]
C'mon. Is that the best you've got?
[Skorupi trilled something and shot a few more. Hunter dodged again, then ran forward and swung his improvised staff; this time it was Skorupi's time to dodge, leaping up and away. And on the two of them went, in this improvised training session.]
[C. Network]
[A somewhat bashful Hunter is going to address the network at large. He's in his camp, and there's- a small plume of smoke behind him?]
Trainers. I have a question. [Blunt and to the point, this one.] Is there... anyone good at cooking?
[Whatever resolve he'd pulled together to actually make the post dissolved a bit, as he rubbed the back of his neck and turned aside some. Ah. The plume of smoke is coming from the remains of a metal pot, which a western Shellos is still drowning in water to put it out.]
I tried cooking some of these- weird little green root plants. [He holds up the last remaining one, it's a large spring onion with the stalk still attached.] But I obviously failed. So I need... help. [Wow, the blush went right to his pointed eartips, didn't it?]
Thank you.
[And that's all.]
[D. Wildcard]
[Feel free to come up with something else, or to hit me up at