hm... what have we got here? [open? D:]

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...The lights. The sounds. The scents. The... people. All were so distracting. So very distracting. Though, perhaps, not quite as distracting as one might think. Sure, things were constantly pulling someone or someone else away to investigate, but not now. Rather, they weren't distracting a certain person. No, not in the normal sense. Then again, what exactly was normal about him in the first place?

Certainly not his appearance, for starters. This man's choice in clothing was not so much odd as not seen often in this area of the land. ...Not even in his land was it 'common'. But this was not the point. The actual items at hand were. What with his pants, which seemed to be made of a sort of cloth... A cloth that was both blue and black, thick and, not much of a shock, able to handle water well. The very wear and tear of that element... The element that covered a good few sections of the planet. It was a powerful thing. He knew this and, because of his line of work, he chose to wear what he did. And with reason. The shirt... It was not so much different. But on a person such as he, it was a completely different choice of clothing. Not normal for him, no. As silly as it might sound, he was used to running out and about with either a cape or no upper covering at all. What was the cape for? A getup, a costume, clothing, or whatever else have you. In his spare time, he engaged in the sport or wrestling and the cape was all part of the costume. ...It had been, anyway. After time, the people in his town had simply gotten used to his looks. And he thought it would be silly change. But yes. A shirt. A simple shirt. A blue one. Light blue. ...He didn't intentionally pick out the piece of clothing nor did he even pay attention to it. He had merely been advised to wear a shirt if he planned to go to the event, which he certainly did. If anyone liked to have fun, be it childish or not, he certainly did. ...He guessed that the 'dress up' comment had something to do with the fact that children would be there... So what if kids couldn't handle his looks? ...Silly children.

Casting his gaze on almost every game booth that he came across, the man raised his eyebrows. Sheesh. They were... just trying too hard. Yes, they were supposed to try and attract people to their booths and whatnot, but all of their screaming and flailing about wasn't really necessary. But, of course, even something as silly as this place wore down on his 'serious' attitude eventually.

He allowed himself a grin as he chuckled softly and put his hands into his pockets. ObnoxiousRaucous laughter would probably not bode over so well in a place with so many people. Might get on their nerves. Normally, this man would not think much for or about what others thought, but common courtesy was common courtesy. ...He would maybe be disruptive later. Maybe.

He spotted a few places along his path that seemed interesting and made a small mental note of them. The places were cheap, and yes he had money, but he wasn't really to actually try and win something just yet. Also, he didn't understand why people got so frustrated with games. Yes, the point of a game is to win it, but a game is also meant to be a thing that people participate in to amuse themselves. The point is, in short, is to have fun. All of the fussing that came with games wasn't necessary in his mind. If you don't win the first couple of times, move on so that you can try everything.

"Heh. Some of these places... Never seen anything like 'em. 'bout makes me wanna do something. Something to crank the spirit of fun up even more. Aha~ How fun that would be."

He gives a low whistle and stops his walking about. Pulling his hands out of his pockets, the somewhat out-of-place man blinks slowly and then makes his way over to a game. ...Oh look. It just so happened to be a game with water. One of those where you shoot things. ...With a water gun. ...How unexpected.

Examining the place at which he stopped, he decided that he might as well play. It would be a fun little thing to do. Plus, it wouldn't take him much time at all to get bored with it. Thought that might be a bad thing, it wasn't for him. Because his attention span was usually equivalent to that of a young Pokemon, able to concentrate, but not for long if he wasn't amused, losing interest was easy. But why would that be good? Because he would try to make it interesting on his own. And with his common methods, this usually did not turn out... very good.

Hmph. After looking at the general makeup of the 'water-shooting-device-thing' for only a minute, he laughed. "Gahahaha! This? This is simple. You people couldn't have even made it a challenge? 's not much effort that's needed to go into somethin' like this." It ran on the simple idea of a small pistol-like 'shooter' connected to the hose that supplied the water. It was, as he had found in the past with similar games, a simple matter of building up pressure on the tube to temporarily store water and to build up power. It would be an easy win. ...Probably.

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i guess anyone can post here if they want. if it's needed for whatever reason, i could also delete it. o: like... do I need to wait for the other thread to finish out first? DD:>

[etoile]

Truth be told, he’s not exactly sure what he’s doing here. With Cynthia nowhere to be found the League Elites are basically sitting around waiting for charity events or the like. Nothing to keep him back home.

The long-overdue vacation is, well... mostly welcome. Truth be told it was mostly enforced – the thought had never crossed his mind, nor had he really wanted to do much with all of his downtime other than continue working his way through every book on the second floor of the Canalave library. But the letter informing him about it – and, regrettably, his colleagues the moment he let it slip to them – had been rather insistent about taking up the offer there and using the enclosed ferry ticket to Kanto. He could see the logic, almost – ‘moping’, as it normally got called, would be a lot more difficult in a completely unfamiliar region. Not that he was any happier about the idea, but still. He supposed he could give it a try.

The only problem was the actual getting there. It had been a ferry ticket because of his rather well-known aversion to any more practical form of long-distance transport, and an entire week aboard the thing had been... well, difficult. It hadn’t been claustrophobia that he’d experienced on the vessel, more... mind-crushing boredom. By the time the ship landed at Vermillion he felt almost stir-crazy, aching for something to do. And in that regard, it had probably been a good thing that he’d found out about the city’s summer celebrations.

Not normally something he’d ever have bothered with, mind, but this...was different. Admittedly anything would have seemed wonderful and worth taking a look at after a week of watching ocean and sleeping to pass the time, but maybe it was nostalgia as well – he could remember something similar happening in Veilstone once. He was genuinely interested.
The sheer number of people and the volume of their presence in the festival had only made him falter slightly. He could cope with it for a while, he reasoned, picking a random path through the place. He wanted to satisfy his curiosity, and once he had he’d leave and start thinking what he actually wanted to be doing in Kanto.

The lights flickered across his face, highlighting the slightly bewildered expression there. He wasn’t used to so much going on, not at all, and the discomfort was made obvious by his body language – hand grasping the opposite elbow, shoulders tense. Being yelled at by quite so many people at once was... well, new. It felt like they were singling him out or something, and that prompted a little twinge of paranoia. Then again he did stand out rather a bit – tall, well-dressed in the magenta blazer and slacks that he favoured. Obvious.

Running a hand through long, wavy hair, Lucian paused mid-step and turned to look back the way he’d come. There was just so much. So many people – how many were actually citizens of Vermillion and how many were visitors like him? It seemed impossible for there to be this many people in the same place that wasn’t, well... a League tournament. It was insane.

Blinking, he let his gaze move across the stalls, taking a few steps back. Interesting how –

He turned immediately, wide-eyed, recoiling from what he’d just bumped into. Please let it be a post or something, he prayed, before realising... no. No such luck for him.

The Sinnoh Elite was nothing if not able to look confident on command, and he did so then, one hand falling to his side and the other coming up to lightly touch the back of his neck while he assumed a slightly sheepish, apologetic smile. “Sorry, my fault, not looking where I was – ” His words jarred slightly, “going.”

... What were the odds of literally bumping into a Sinnoh Gym Leader Arceus only knew how far away from the actual region? Not, he would hazard a guess, terribly high.

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[happify]

"Alrighty then..."

As the man in... well... blue had told himself just moments ago, a game such as this did not require much thought or skill whatsoever. So why the delay? Why indeed. Perhaps it was the sounds. Perhaps it was all of the random people passing by on almost every side of him. He couldn't see them, so he had no clear idea on what they were doing. ...He apparently let his thoughts run away every now and then. Nobody was going to attack him in such a place. Not a public place, anyway. Not that anyone would try and take him down outside of a Pokemon battle. Despite what some might have thought about the man, physically, he could give them a real run for their money. One wrong move, and someone would have their arms locked right behind their head, unable to move much, if at all.

...But no. Not today.

No quick responses today. No excessive exercise, not that he had planned on it in the first place. He just wanted to be left alone for a bit. Yes, he was left alone for most of the time anyway aside from random challengers and those apprentices and whoever else who drifted around and about the gym, but that was not the point. The point was that he simply did not know what to do with his free time. He had no idea where to go or what to do half of the time. Of course, he could spend all of his free time tending to the various things wrong throughout Pastoria, but then again, most of those issues were things that were resolved easily; Things that anyone could fix. Perhaps a parent. So, in short, he didn't so most of that work. Now, the more difficult things? Of course. Those were handled as soon as possible if possible.

...But responses. ...Nope.

With the speed of a Slowpoke, Wake grunted in surprise as someone hit him. "Wha?" he mumbled, twisting around to see who had 'attacked'. "Who did that?" he growled, glancing about before finally spotting the person. "...Who are you?" he asked in a flat tone, coming to the conclusion that he was not being attacked, but at the same time not recognizing the other. "Watch where you're goin'..." he muttered, starting to turn away. "...Wait a minute."

"You... You are..." The words seems to be forming slowly. "...A woman?" Way to go, fool. Calling such an important and powerful person a 'woman'. '...Augh no transvestites. ...Please do not be one.' he thought, hoping that the other could not see his thoughts. Not only did his imagination run away at times, it seemed that it was incapable of keeping a normal thought without twisting it into something that just... didn't need to exist.

He leaned forward toward the purple male in-front of him. "...Oooooh. I get it now. You're... one of those 'Elite Four' people?" He settled his fists on his waist and laughed. "Sorry 'bout that~ Really. But yeah. Don't worry 'bout it, alright? ...Hah." He then nervously glanced toward the ground, then toward some bright, almost obnoxious, lights before looking Lucian in the eye. "...Mhm. Sorry for callin' you a woman. ...Not that you look like one or nothin'. I just don't keep up much with the changes in power and whatnot. But... whatever. I'm ramblin' now."

He frowned and lifted a hand from his own side, waving it in a lazy-dismissive manner. "'s not like it matters anyway. 's a simple mistake, after all. 'n would I really be that wrong if I said that you probably get that a lot? From people that don't spaz over you, anyway." He smirked. "I wonder 'bout your fan-base. Must be... odd for you. Heheheh." He then paused. "...You're awfully far from your 'work place', eh? What gives? Wantin' to visit this... place? 's not fancy or anything, so sorry if it don't please ya'."

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what is this. /kills self.
sorry. ;; but if i didn't reply now, there might not be one for another two or three days or something. ;n; so no hate for me plz. :c