Food With A Side Of Friendship

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Eterna Encounters

ladybeastsird:

Had Sird any visible eyebrows to move, they’d have raised upon seeing Hareta. ‘I think I’ve seen pictures of that kid with little Mitsumi before. Either that, or I’ve read too much chance encounter fiction for one month.’ That was one of her favorite archetypes in literature, though. What was more fascinating and dramatic than two strangers meeting at a random location, only to have something in common? Even her favorite Hitchcock film held that premise.

She smiled back, feeling relaxed and at ease. Sunday afternoon was always a calm time in Sinnoh, especially with the Arceist and Mewist churches getting out and finishing their services.

“I don’t mind one bit,” the Team Rocket elite insisted. “Banette, do you mind?” The Pokemon glanced at her and then to Hareta. Within seconds, the gray ghost Pokemon was grinning right at the boy. “I guess she doesn’t mind. She’s being very friendly today.”

In fact, that was enough to make her smile. “She probably smells your candy and wants it.”

Hareta chuckled before taking a seat beside the woman. He couldn’t place his finger on it, but he’d seen her somewhere before. It was either that or the candy finally getting to him, as it was all he’d consumed all day. Nonetheless, he gave the Banette a smile and handed her a chocolate Buneary.

“These are a favorite of mine,” he told the Banette, before taking one for himself. He raised his in a sort of toast before popping it in his mouth. “Cheers!”

Hareta leaned back in the bench, getting comfortable as the sweet chocolate melted in his mouth. The warm sun beat down on his face as his hair, with its trademark hat, ruffled in the cool breeze. Pidgeys and other birds were singing as people and pokemon alike were running around playing on this beautiful day, some getting their Sunday clothes dirty.

“Nice day, isn’t it?”

Eterna Encounters

ladybeastsird:

“Careful, darling. If you don’t hold my hand, you’re going to get lost. And since you don’t use people-speak, no one’s going to be able to tell you where to find me.”

Banette’s zipper mouth frowned as she gazed up at her trainer with her red button eyes. Her floppy gray paw was still held lovingly in her mistress’s pale white hand. No matter where they went, no matter how long the expedition, she knew that her forever friend wasn’t going to leave her behind. She was always going to be at Sird’s side, no matter what. So, to announce such things, the Pokemon squeaked.

“Okay, good. Nice to know we’re on the same page, at least.” Sird sighed, paused in place, and proceeded to pick up her sentient plush Pokemon into her arms. Banette was always a surprisingly light creature to carry, but that didn’t need to come as a shock. Ghosts were generally light.

Eterna City was a major point in the Sinnoh operation. Proton didn’t know that yet, and neither did Archer. J wouldn’t care; J was simply along for the ride, eager to spend some time with her fiancee. Sird, however, had her own set of mixed feelings for this city.

After all, she’d grown up just outside it.

Little girls were holding onto their mothers’ hands, skipping along happily in their Easter dresses. Little boys were in their pastel suits, talking about egg hunts and chocolate Lopunnies. That was another holiday Sird didn’t particularly understand. She’d grown up as the child of two atheists, so most of the magic behind these holidays was lost on her.

She liked the holiday candy, though. Oh, and Banette kept wanting to scare the little girls. That never got old. “Behave,” the lavender-haired woman told her Pokemon. She secured a bench for the two of them and adjusted her sunglasses.

At least the springtime pastels of Easter were easy on the eyes. She’d even chosen a pastel yellow suit for herself today. “I just need to rest for a moment, alright? I’ll get us some candy later…”

Hareta tugged at the tie on his suit, pulling it loose and relieving his neck of the pressure of the suit accessory. He’d just arrive from Easter Mass and was dressed accordngly, with suit, tie, and shoes. Easter was one of the few days of the year, including Christmas, that Hareta decided to go to church with Prof. Rowan. He figured that if anything, he should celebrate the birth and resurrection of Mew.

The candy’s nice too, he thought, popping another piece of chocolate in his mouth. At the moment, he bade adieu to his grandfather, and decided to roam around Sinnoh for the time being. He was currently in Eterna City, surrounded by many others who’d returned from their own masses. Guys in suits and pretty girls in dresses flitted around him. He waved to a few of them.

Hareta continued walking aimlessly around Eterna until he realized how tired he was and how aching his feet were in the tight dress shoes. Luckily, he was near a few benches, so he approached one that had a women in a pastel suit sitting on it. She gave off an air of authority, charm, and intimidation, but too stubborn to turn away and head to the bench with the elderly couple, he continued towards her, even going so far as to wave to her Banette.

Here’s hoping this gift or whatever of mine will kick in, Hareta thought, his lips curling into a friendly smile. “Hi. Mind if I sit here?”

wow i’m hungry

(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻

Hareta’s Empoleon can’t get the girl…

blastofftogreatness:

Being laughed at didn’t please her much either. But she didn’t have much to do about it but cross her arms and say “whatever” in the most overdramatic way possible. Sylvia looked up, as though to make sure her hair looked okay, but… she quickly remembered that this was a fruitless endeavor. Without a mirror, she’d just have to have faith.

“Water… HA no… Everything but, unfortunately. Much less not one that’s a girl… Hm… my Glaceon’s a girl…” Sylvia paused, and raised her hands in front of her, raising and lowering her palms as though imitating a balance. “Ice… Water… same element but colder, right? Heh.”

“Water, Ice…. Not necessarily the same thing, but it’ll have to do!” Hareta said, smiling goofily. He pulled out a Pokeball and called out his powerful, and slightly red Empoleon. It let out a cry and Hareta groaned. “Dude no, there’s no Floatzel in sight. Why are you blushing, I said she wasn’t here! Look, this is Sylvia, my older sister, if you will. She’s gonna help me help you out.”

Empoleon sent a pointed look to Hareta, and began flapping his wings furiously. Hareta rolled his eyes and huffed. “Whaaat? Yes, I told her. Hey! Don’t use that language with me! Who taught you that word!?” This spectacle continued for a while until Hareta pushed Empoleon to greet Sylvia, who huffed at the girl. Hareta smiled down at his sister sheepishly. “Release Glaceon please, before this loser starts crying.”

(Source: haretah)

Hareta’s Empoleon can’t get the girl…

blastofftogreatness:

Sylvia now had a big, goofy smile on her face. “Okay. That’s adorable. I wi—AH!” Sylvia, who detested having her hair played with, began to frantically swat at Hareta’s hands. “Stop it stop it stop it!” When Hareta finally pulled away, Sylvia’s cheeks were puffed up and she gave the younger boy a very silly-looking glare. “Do not! Sheesh, for that maybe I will tell.” 

She didn’t mean that, though. Sylvia began to fix her hair, and threw Hareta a wink to communicate her jest while she did this. She really couldn’t stay mad at him. Certainly she wouldn’t take it out on his Pokémon if she could.

At Sylvia’s puffed up cheeks and her glare, Hareta exploded into laughter. “Chill out, sis. Tell Empoleon anything, and I’ll just mess up your hair some more!” It was an empty threat, however. He knew how annoying it is to have someone ruffle your hair. In fact, the only exception to this rule he had was Syl.

“Hey, do you have any Water Pokemon the loser can practice on? Or anything close? He won’t let me talk to the Floatzel and hook him up, choosing to do it himself, so he needs the practice.” Hareta rolled his eyes a bit. If Empoleon let him talk to the Floatzel, he probably would have had baby Piplups and Buizels running around already.

(Source: haretah)

ladybeastsird:

I doubt it’ll turn into a turf war if they hear me out. They’re reasonable, rational people overall. I’m sure, once I speak with them, we’ll see eye to eye or at least understand each other. I’d be more worried over a turf war if we tried to send a diplomat to that Pokemon liberation front out in Unova, but whatever the case, my boss has some sort of plan. He’s ambitious, maybe even more so than Cyrus.

Oh, yeah. Trust me. We’ll have our fun. Whether it’s catching a vaudeville show or sneaking you into the Game Corner, we’ll enjoy ourselves.

Oh, okay. Well, then, I do hope whatever your goal is—well, I hope it’s achieved. Okay, no really, that just sounds awful. It’s as if I’m encouraging evil, and general wrongdoing. This is complicated.

Okay, organizations and labels, and all that junk aside, I hope you’re successful. Okay? Okay.

The Game Corner? Ha, beat you to that, Sird! Jun and I used to sneak in all of the time, back when he was here of course. Mitsumi caught us once, though, and told Grandpa on us, so we’re kind of banned….

(Source: haretah)

janet-halley:

Yeah, you’d think, but they’re sticking to Kanto and that’s that. But you now what? Screw it. At least you know where you can stay if you’re ever in the big golden city.

Of course, Grandma. I’ll visit you, Gastroderp, and Gastrodoofus almost every holiday. Watch, we’re gonna hang out so much, you’ll start to get sick of me.