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Normal Cyrus fanart with no other context
amazing update guys. he got his kingambit merch and the world is saved thanks yet again to retail therapy
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☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆ There’s a gust of wind that’s here just pushing me And a flame that’s burning so free You will see a hero making history On a path right up to the top
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Her ears flicked again. Just once.
What a strange person he was, thought the Lucario. Asking her aid in the search for his missing Rotom, but seeming almost repulsed by the concept. No... that was not quite right, Lulu reasoned. It was not that the idea of friendship disgusted him, perhaps... he simply could not fathom it himself.
Than again, he hadn't exactly sought out her assistance; that had been all her doing. Her own meddling, so perhaps, Lulu was overstepping herself a bit. It wasn't really her place to dredge through this humans inner workings. Despite how he seemed to almost be dousing her in them; it wasn't his intention.
As her trainer taught her - people were entitled to their privacy, their inner thoughts; their guarded secrets. So long as she could tell he didn't want to actually harm the Pokemon they hunted for, and she was-relatively- sure he didn't, then she would simply keep to their bargain.
I'll happily accept it, then! I'm sure I'll have something to match with it, Lulu replied, her expression perking up to a more cheery one. I can feel a Rotom on the far end of the forest's border. I'll lead you the most direct way, but it is off the main path, she explained.
Lulu had the benefit of reading thoughts, but this man did not. As far as she could tell. She'd be upfront, so he'd hopefully not think she'd lead him astray in these thick winding woods. Even if he had Pokemon, it would probably be best to avoid the more traveled paths... Trainers liked to linger at any hour, it seemed. So, with a turn once again, Lulu took the lead and made her way into the brush.
She kept her pace relaxed, casually worming between tightly placed trees, and politely moving aside bushes and branches for the man behind her. Normally, when traveling ahead of her trainer, Lulu had to occasionally pause to let the petite human catch up, but thankfully, did not have such trouble with a reasonably long limbed person in her current company.
The woods were quiet. The faint cry of some distant Pokemon would ring out from time to time, with shuffling leaves and scurrying shuffles in the dirt. Lulu caught a few pairs of curious eyes on them, but paid them little concern. There was little present that felt daring enough to challenge a fully evolved Lucario. Giggling buneary and sheepish budew peaking at the matching blue pair, as they moved passed.
Their journey remained mostly silent among them, strangely. As tempting as it was to make use of the wonderous little machine the man held, Lulu found herself at a loss of what to say to him. Were it anyone else, oh it had been her own trainer to have the little box.... Lulu might feel to ask anything and everything, if only for the people to understand her in full context.
Human talk was not too hard for her to piece together, even if the reasoning could be lost on her. Still, even if she found herself overcome to temptation.
Would you tell me your name, Trainer? she asked calmly and rather gently, while daintily hopping from atop a fallen long she'd been walking over. As I told you mine.
She knew all humans had unique names for themselves. Technically, every Pokemon did too, in their own way, but getting a human-chosen name was very special. Atleast to most happily captive Pokemon.
Did you make that little box you have? Is it for something special?
Lulu was aware she might not get these answers. The man had overlooked a number of her questions already, but it wouldn't be for her lack of trying, atleast.
She agreed to the bargain and they were off. Where the Lucario easily spun and wove through the forest path it chose for them, Cyrus moved as though he couldn't afford the energy. If a branch came upon him, he moved the smallest amount needed to get under or around it. If there was a divot in the ground, he merely took a bigger step.
He was steady; that was one word for it. He didn't need to stop or pause or reconsider his route, his face and posture never changed. To any outsider, it might've looked robotic in a way.
Lulu could feel the proof of life in him, though, in the way his aura grew tense when she waited for him, or in the moments the forest path was more uneven than he'd expected and his foot didn't meet ground when he thought it would. His expression remained perfectly schooled, but he couldn't hide those deep unconscious reactions.
"Cyrus." He gave in. Just a word, but it was a good sign that something more could come out of this exchange,
"This box," He sighed, debating if he wanted to expend the energy to explain it and eventually settling on "yes", "Was designed to pick up on a Rotom's electrical impulses to translate what it might want to say. It doesn't have any speakers in it, it basically takes the intention of a Pokemon and puts it into words."
"I must've overshot what capabilities I planned for it, because I was not expecting any other Pokemon to make use of this." Or perhaps the issue lay in that he'd neglected to fully account for the broad range of abilities and powers of other Pokemon. He'd been so singularly focused on Rotom that they just hadn't mattered. "I took inspiration from the inner workings of a Rotom dex."
For being so quiet earlier, even hesitant to explain at first, he sure could talk.
speaking of roark and cyrus .. tumblr continuing to make me think of never before seen character dynamics again.
@griefurias was like "my roarks a babyface but hes like in his 30s" and i was like thats such a funny contrast to cyrus. anyway. red and blue dudes
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Roark blinked in surprise at seeing the other. He was crouched down with small piles of rocks sorted around him, as the Cranidos butted some rocks and brought the remains over to the man to look through. "Hello, there" he greeted with a small smile, and a slight salute, "Sorry about the mess, we are rock hunting" - @roarkgym
Sinnoh boasted a massive, sprawling tunnel network in its underground. Sinnoh had a fair amount of its economy to thank the mining industry for, not only for the trade of rare artifacts and minerals, but (more importantly) its contribution to the region's energy infrastructure.
Seeing as how at one point Cyrus had been in the business of energy, he knew these details well. He'd never visited the mines himself, though.
All dirt and dust, he'd leave "toiling around in the earth" to the professionals. Orreburgh was one of his least favourite cities to visit for just that reason.
-- But he knew better than to open with that while he was standing just slightly behind-and-to-the-side-of Orreburgh's very own earth-toiling Gym Leader.
"I could assume," Cyrus nods his recognition to the greeting, casting a rather out-of-place look at his surroundings, "Are you busy? I'm here to discuss fossil Pokemon, and their resurrection."
Very normal thing to start a conversation with, Cyrus.
If he was nervous to show his face and approach a member of the league after all he'd done, he didn't show it.
As an addition to this post, talking about how specifically young Cyrus would hurt himself when stressing tf out...
Now that he's older, this doesn't really happen. He's better at controlling himself, yada yada.
But when he is really frustrated, he'll press his knuckles to his forehead. A little remnant of the past.
Replaces his murky drink with a Sunny D while he's not looking
The moment he brings the bottle up to his mouth, he's catching the whiff of ... HIGH FRUCTOSE CORN SYRUP and ORANGE CONCENTRATE. But it's already too late. He's drank some, and in his realisation he'd gasped and the drink went down the wrong pipe. Now he's violently coughing-up Sunny D. It's embarrassing.
Hope you're happy, Bee.