catch you, catch me ● carlos

[Frieda Marlene]

I THINK I'M READY TO LEAVE I THINK I'M READY TO LIVE I'M READY TO GO

“If that dude wasn't lyin' ta' me, this should be the place...” The weather was uncharacteristically warm for that time of the season, even if winter was set to draw to a close within – give or take – a month's time. The sun was shining brightly over the crumbling, burnt landscape without a cloud in the sky to get in its way, and the only sound to be heard for what felt like miles was the eerie sound of of the wind rustling through whatever debris was left rotting on the ground and the sound of boots crunching against the bleak area. Despite the number of people who would be outside on such a nice day as that, few a soul would be caught wandering these areas. No one was caught wandering on any day, no matter the weather, unless they had some insanely good reason to be doing so. And, as could be inferred, an “insanely good reason” was exactly the reason why someone was there. Frieda Marlene had been hot on the pursuit of Freude, the Tyranitar that had been set free upon consuming its own PokeBall – as well as its trainer and fellow Pokemon in the same instant – and was said to be wrecking minor havoc across the desert-scape. This should have been of no concern to her – after all, she didn't live anywhere near the Desert of Doubt and it's radioactive surroundings – had it not been for the fact that, when it had only been a tiny, cure Larvitar, Freude has belonged to her. Guilt weighed down at her heart, and it was hard to not feel as though this entire fiasco was her fault. If she could only catch up with it, do whatever it took to subdue the rampaging behemoth, she would be able to spare many people much damage and injury. It was all a matter of catching up with it. “Stinkin' shady guys an' their stupid lies. I mean, I only threatened ta' hit 'im with ma' lance if he didn't tell me what he knew. Didn't mean he had to send me on some stupid, wild Swanna chase.” Using a stick she'd grabbed on her way here, she poked and prodded at the remains of massive buildings and humble homes, all ruined by the effect of gallons upon gallons of acid waste being dumped on them nearly eight years prior. If the red-haired trainer stayed to long, she'd been warned, it would have serious ramifications health-wise. Thankfully, if she didn't find any sign of the psuedo-legendary here, she'd be gone before she could even say “ramifications” three times fast. “D'aw, Freude, why ya' gotta be playin' hide an' seek? Game stopped bein' fun a week ago,” she grumbled bitterly to herself.

deltra of gangnam style

[Carlos Miller]

THIS HOUSE IS FALLING APART It’s been a while since this top ranger has been seen in action, well ok so he isn’t fighting some random Pokemon and doing his normal ranger duties. Let’s just say that he was just instructed to take care of a powerful Pokemon known as Tyranitar. Here are two problems with this, it’s a rock type, and it’s close to ground type ok and on top of it doing most rock type Pokemon use ground moves? That’s even worse! He hates ground type pokemon since there so fucking OP! They pawn everything almost every type including electric Pokemon. On top of it electric moves don’t work too well on rock types and that what worries him the most! So with that said, Carlos is not in a happy mood nope not one bit. At least he has a couple of Pokemon that can take care of it like his Greninja and Pansage oh and maybe his Roserade but other then that, he is fucked! The short light blonde hair teenager stretched out his arms, sighing as he continued walking down Spit Fire Road. The Top Ranger wished that he never taken this mission. It was the only way to keep him well being exposed and on top of it he didn’t want to look so weak you can say? So with that said he jumped over the fence, grabbed the mission slip then flew off into space. In other words, he had taken it anywise and there is nothing he can do about it not unless he calls for back up but then again that would make him feel even weaker. This was a difficult situation for him to be in. ”Ffffffuck!” Was the only thing that came out of the male’s mouth. Right by him was a sparky fox or dog you can say looking creature named Jolteon happening to be pacing by his side, ignoring its trainer cussing up the storm. To be quite honest, this Jolteon aka Lokie knew from the start that this mission was going to be too much for him but of course since he has to keep his secret hidden, he ignored his Jolteon and had decided to take on the mission anywise. Well nice going it’s your fault for fucking up don’t blame the Jolteon that was trying to warn him ahead of time man. “Why did I take this mission?” Carlos continued ranting, making the Jolteon roll it’s eyes. It yawned as Carlos continued ranting his head off. From the Jolteons understanding, Carlos despises ground type Pokemon due to him having a Raichu DNA and on top of it he has three electric type Pokemon on his team and of course a couple of other Pokemon that don’t work too well against ground types. There might be a slight chance that this Tyranitar has a ground type move so he needs to suck it up and act like a man! Heck how does Lokie know what man are supposed to be like? It’s not even sure itself. After all the creature had heard this saying a couple of times from other trainers so it thought ‘heck why not?’ A sigh escaped from Carlos mouth. Perhaps he decided to calm down for a bit and actually start thinking straight like a ranger, so the Jolteon hopes. The Jolteon lifted up its head as it stared directly at the worried ranger. The male was scratching his hair, looking down at the mission slip. After a brief second the male lifted his head and begun looking left to right. Lokie the Jolteon knew right then and there that he was looking for someone. Carlos turned his head once more and soon had spotted a red headed female near by. The teen sighed then made her way over to her with his Jolteon following from behind. “Excuse me, I was wondering if you’ve seen a crazy Tyranitar by any chance?” Another sigh escaped from Lokie’s mouth at that like seriously, a crazy Tyranitar? Couldn’t you been more specific on that? Couldn’t he give some sort of location or go into more details about it? This is quite sad. The Jolteon rolled its eyes, wishing that his trainer would think for a change. How the hell did he become a Top Ranger anywise?

ANNA SUN WORDS: 719 TAGGED FRIEDA TAGGED PERSON

MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GANGNAM STYLE

[Frieda Marlene]

I THINK I'M READY TO LEAVE I THINK I'M READY TO LIVE I'M READY TO GO

Frieda was not a patient girl by any means. The idea of waiting around in one place for too long – no matter what it was for – was about as appealing as burnt Bidoof meat for dinner. Paired with the knowledge that this particular place could have killed her if she stayed too long, she wasn't exactly what you would call “excited” to hang around there for too long. But the massive beast being spotted around Spit Fire Road was the only lead she had – even if it was a false one, dragged out by jokingly threatening a stranger's life for information – so it wasn't as though she could just leave within the first five minutes without discovering anything helpful. So a shred of patience she forced, if only for that one occasion. And it was a good thing she had, otherwise she might have missed something crucial. Having gotten frustrated at the lack of, well, anything in the area, the trainer was about to release some of her own Pokemon to help in the search for a bit when something across the way caught her attention. Two seconds of blinking and two long strides later and Ms. Marlene was staring down at an indentation in the earth that could only be a footprint. A rather large footprint. One that could have easily been the footprint to a certain Tyranitar she'd tasked herself with finding. Evidently, the information that she had been given hadn't been completely faulty, and a victory cry escaped her throat for a few moments before a noise in the direction from which she'd came from caught her attention. Reflexes kicking in, she spun around in time to see a blond-haired stranger and his rather annoyed-looking Jolteon making their way through the charred area, the trainer mumbling something impossible to hear from where she stood. “Holy Miltank, I ain't got time fer this crud.” There was another footprint placed conveniently up ahead, not too far away, and in the exact opposite direction of the way that would lead her into an unwanted encounter. Hoping she'd be able to slip away while she still had a trail, she proceeded as quietly as she possibly could when – oh, darn it, that was the sound of the ground crunching beneath shoes and paws behind her, wasn't it? “Excuse me,” came a male voice and it took a great deal of effort to hold back the irritated gibberish she was thinking in her head from spilling passed her lips, “I was wondering if you've seen a crazy Tyranitar, by any chance?” Wait a minute. Tyranitar? Boom yeah. Spinning on the heel of her boot to face the young man, she said, “I wish I had! Been trackin' that sucker down fer, like, weeks now. I gotta find it 'fore it hurts someone er somethin'. You got any idea where it is?”

deltra of gangnam style

[Carlos Miller]

THIS HOUSE IS FALLING APART This chick, she seems very interesting. Her movements and the way she talks made it difficult for the teen not to laugh at it. Knowing how she most likely might react, he kept his mouth shut, tried his hardest (Hardest) no to laugh. This is rather difficult especially since his Jolteon is making it ten times worse. Lokie was staring at him, directly into his brown eyes. The teen felt sweat rolling down his face as the Jolteon moved closer to him, keeping it’s eyes locked on it’s target. Uh what is Lokie doing? The ranger thought. Carlos gulped as the Eevee evolution Pokemon moved closer and closer until finally it pounced on him! Carlos yelped and had fallen onto the ground as the electric Pokemon begun licking his face like a dog! The teen was still unsure of his Pokemon’s behavior not unless it knew that he was having a difficult time keeping his mouth shut. If that’s the case he owes his Pokemon big time. The ranger lifted up his hand as begun patting the Pokemon on its head. “Your so random Lokie. I apologize for that.” Carlos quickly gotten onto his feet and begun whipping off the extra dirt that landed on his clothing during the accident. By the way it sounds it looked as if the female was looking for the same Tyranitar. This made the male wonder if this Pokemon happened to be hers but it either gotten lost or someone stolen her pokeball and used it for it’s own scheme? “I hope you don’t mind me asking but is this Tyranitar yours? I wasn’t able to pinpoint its location yet sadly enough.” This is quite embarrassing indeed you would think that a Top Ranger like himself would be able to find this Tyranitar. Maybe he should’ve sent out his Noivern to help him out with the search. If only the Ranger Union could give him more details on this fucked up Tyranitar. The male is still nervous about encountering the Tyranitar so in all honestly he is grateful that he has no clue where this thing could be. That’s when it hit him! He turned his gaze over to the female again then soon his eyes had brightened. He placed right his hand on his chin, and then moved his left hand onto his elbow. Wait a minute, what if this female happens to be the Tyranitars master? If I drag her with me then that means that I don’t have to fight it at all! She can do the job for me that is perfect! The male giggled underneath his breath, making the Jolteon sigh once more. The Jolteon knew that its master was up to something or trying to get away from taken on this mission. With that said, it’s time for him to do it’s job. The Jolteon lifted up its right paw then placed it on top of Carlos foot. Once it did this, electricity had rushed into Carlos body. Carlos gasped, not expecting his Jolteon to electrocute him since he was heavily into his thoughts. You could see static electricity surrounding the male’s body after the shock, his hair was pointed up like an afro and the male was frozen solid however, thanks to him having a Raichu DNA, it didn’t cause much damage to him thankfully. In shock, the male shook his head constantly, trying his best to fling off the static as he looked down growling at his Jolteon however, his evil glare didn’t last for long. The Jolteon gave him a serious look and was staring directly into his eyes like earlier however; this one was far different from the previous. Earlier Lokie looked more playful and energetic but now his expression had changed to serious and a slight disappointment in his master. “You right that was silly of me.” Carlos scratched his head once more then taken another deep breath. What the hell was he thinking? He is a Ranger after all he shouldn’t be asking people to do shit for him. He must be going crazy! The sad thing is Carlos didn’t even try or think about covering up his act earlier and how he was able to handle partial amount of that electric shock. The male placed both of his hands on his head as he tried to put his hair back in the proper position. “Anywise, my name is Carlos Miller I’m a Top Pokemon Ranger and this is my Jolteon named Lokie. He can be a bit random at times so I apologize for the crazy events you have witnessed. If you happened to be looking for this Tyranitar yourself then perhaps we should work together?”

ANNA SUN WORDS: 791 TAGGED FRIEDA Note: 791 for random shit sorry for the crappy post

MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GANGNAM STYLE

[Frieda Marlene]

I THINK I'M READY TO LEAVE I THINK I'M READY TO LIVE I'M READY TO GO

Frieda stared in what could only be referred to as bewilderment as both trainer and Pokemon parallel to her carried out a variety of strange actions. To begin with, after she'd spoken to him, done nothing more than say a few lines of dialogue about the Tyranitar they most likely were both hunting down, his face twisted into a strange expression, almost as though he were trying to suppress bouts of laughter. She didn't see what was funny about all of this. I mean, sure, she knew when to have a good laugh and was generally pretty high spirited, but she didn't think either of them had done anything worth laughing over. Unless she'd made a weird face while talking, or something. Or maybe he had a mental disability that made him laugh at inappropriate times. Oh, gosh, was she thinking bad things about someone with a mental disability? Of course, she hadn't the time to mentally flip out over that when the attention of both humans was dragged down to the Jolteon at the man's side. The one looking at him rather intently with a sort of playfulness in its eyes. The one that tackled the stranger down to the ground and licked him until he did start laughing. Weirdos. They were both pretty adorable, though, she thought with a toothy grin. She missed the days when Brisket and Steak would do things like that to her. Then she'd rub their bellies raw and play wrestle with them to the point that she was sore and aching the next morning. Her brief smile faded as she recalled that she, too, had done stuff like that with Freude before she'd given it away to Lorelei. It didn't matter that Larvitar weren't canine in nature whatsoever – that was the way he used to act, so that was the way she treated him. Back then, they were all one big happy family. Well, if “one big happy family” consisted of a mentally absent mother, a teenage girl having to carry three lives on her shoulders, and an abusive father who left them all to die in a crumbling home in the region's crime central. … Now that she thought of it, it was easier to focus on the strange man and his random Eeveelution. “You're so random, Lokie,” he scolded, though the hand that was petting its head said otherwise. “I apologize for that.” Face scrunching up in a mix of confusion and amusement, she asked, “What for? Ya'll ain't doin' nothin' wrong. It's nice ta' see a Pokemon an' its trainer who can get along like that. It's... been a while since I've seen anyone else who did that kind o' stuff.” She watched as he stood, brushed his clothes off of any excess dirt, and turned to face her once more. Now that she thought about it, this was a poor place to be having nice conversation; if they were out here much longer – especially her, who'd been her for about five, ten minutes already – those ramifications might have started coming to play. “I hope you don't mind me asking, but is this Tyranitar your's? I wasn't able to pinpoint its location, yet, sadly enough.” This was a question the red-head wasn't quite sure how to answer. Did Freude belong to her? At one point in history, it had, but its PokeBall had been digested in its own stomach acids and, even then, that PokeBall had been disintegrated while it had been in her elder sister's possession. Technically speaking, it did not belong to anyone but itself, but the fact that Frieda had been the one to capture it all those years ago and the only living person who had, at one time, had it in her possession must have meant something, right? “Uh... Kinda? But not the way ya' think. See, I was the one who caught it when I was real little, but I gave it ta'... someone as a gift. That someone, um... ended up pushin' daisies a couple years back, and its PokeBall was broken when that happened. So its not really mine, I guess, but I'm hopin' that it might still think o' me like its trainer. Enough to calm down an' stop breakin' things, I mean.” The blond and his partner carried on doing... their own thing, however, as Frieda turned on the heel of her boot and continued to eye the footprints wearily. They lead deeper into the radioactive areas, if her general knowledge of the geography of the are was right, but she wasn't sure how much deeper they would lead her and how much time she could stay here before getting some massive brain tumor or something from the dangerous fumes still lingering in the air. If the tracks continued in a relatively straight line, she could always skirt around the danger zone, form a semi-circle, and start following them where they emerged from the radioactivity. That was, if they lead out of the rubble at all. Maybe she would have to find a gas mask to return with or something, something that would be able to protect her from the dangerous chemicals. But would she have enough time to catch up to whatever made these tracks if she turned tail, grabbed something from town, and came back? “You're right, that was silly of me.” Oh, that was right. She still had company. Turning back in time to lock eyes with the stranger, she couldn't help but suppress a giggle as he tried to tame his hair. The pale strands had begun standing on end due to something or another, it seemed. Feeling particularly pranksterish that day, all while grinning like a mad woman, she said, “Ya' missed a spot. 'Ere – let me get it for ya'.” She then reached up toward the top of his head and prepared to noogie the crud out of him. With whatever residual static electricity was left, that would make him look even more ridiculous. If her noogie was successful, it would be score: Frieda one, and yellow-haired-dude zero. “Anyways, my name is Carlos Miller. I'm a Top Pokemon ranger. And this is my Jolteon, Lokie. He can be a bit random at times, so I apologize for the crazy events you have witnessed. If you happen to be looking for this Tyranitar, yourself, then perhaps we should work together? he offered, causing Frieda to blink at him. Well, as Lorelei had always said, two pairs of hands are better than one. Albeit hesitantly, she answered, “... Okay. Sure. Why not? But, first, we should probably get outta here. I've been here a little too long; don't wanna start growin' a second head outta my shoulder or somethin'.”

deltra of gangnam style

[Carlos Miller]

THIS HOUSE IS FALLING APART This has defiantly been an interesting mission, especially with his Jolteon tackling him and electrocuting him on top of it. Wait a minute, electrocuting, wasn’t she watching him when this happened? Carlos stood there frozen in place as he realized what happened earlier. Yes electricity struck him but he shrugged it off as if it was nothing. Shit hopefully she didn’t catch it. As long as she doesn’t pet his head then he will be perfectly fine. Lokie let out a huge yawn, rubbed its eye with it’s left paw then leaned up against his trainer’s leg. Carlos smiled, petted his Pokemon on the head as he continued listening to the female response to the question he made earlier. So this Tyranitar doesn’t belong to her but it did a while back? The male placed his hand on his chin as he thought deeper into this situation. Even if he does bring her she might not be able to do much unless she tries to capture it again or perhaps they might get lucky if the Tyranitar remembers her, letting them not having to fight at all. “I see.” Carlos stated while looking down at his belt that was wrapped around his waste. All 6 of his pokeballs were attached to it, waiting for him to send one of them out to assist him. Due to Carlos being in his ‘thinking mode’ he didn’t even notice the female hand movement. It nearly caught him off guard, making him jump slightly as the female begun to noogie him on the head. Wait, noogie isn’t that close to petting? AH FUCK! Carlos could feel every inch of his body wanting to disobey his orders as he tried so hard to resist wanting to glomp her or even worse, reveal his gijinka traits! With Lokie falling asleep the Pokemon won’t be able to assist him like it normally does. Usually when this happens the Jolteon would electrocute him once more to snap him out of it however, no matter how many times he tried to wake the creature up, it wouldn’t budge. Don’t give in don’t give in! He thought, biting his lip instead of biting his nails like he usually does. He feels if he makes one small move then he is done for! It looks like his resistance is giving in. The nature sound, the red-haired female voice and Lokie’s snoring was blocked out of view. Soon enough, Carlos hands began moving slowly away from his sides. He couldn’t hang on anymore he gave in he couldn’t resist! Just like that, Carlos had bent down to his knees and attempted to wrap his arms around her legs. He dug his head between her legs and moved it left to right like a baby. As a few seconds that soon turned into minutes passed by, Carlos had realized what he done! He jolted back, knocking Lokie out off his sleeping position as the teen scooted himself away from her. “I’m sorry I’m so sorry! I don’t know what got over me!” The male was shivering, shaking his head to bring himself back to reality. He lifted up his finger to bite his nails, hoping that could help him cool down. He can’t believe what he just did he nearly gave himself way heck she probably has suspicions because of this now fuck! While Carlos continued freaking out, Lokie on the other hand forced himself to get on all four paws, walked over to his trainer and just like before, placed it’s paw on top of Carlos leg and had electrocuted him! “I needed that!” Carlos said while being electrocuted then tumbled over on the ground. Lokie kicked up dirt from the back of its leg, letting it land on Carlos face. The Pokemon didn’t do it just because of that he only did it because he disturbed his sleep! Lokie snarled at him, walked over to a nearby tree as he tried to go back to sleep. Carlos noticed this as he sat himself up, sitting crossed leg as he sighed underneath his breath as he apologized once more to the female. “I’m sorry.”

ANNA SUN WORDS: 694 TAGGED FRIEDA Note: Ah shit I lost my muse for this sorry for another crappy post!

MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GANGNAM STYLE

[Frieda Marlene]

I THINK I'M READY TO LEAVE I THINK I'M READY TO LIVE I'M READY TO GO

For whatever reason, Carlos flashed her a strange look, one reminiscent of the ones her sister used to give their mom after getting caught running around outside in her socks rather than in shoes or barefoot. Which was to say, he looked rather like a deer in headlights. Had he just done something while she'd been spacing off that would have made her angry or embarrassed himself? She wasn't always the sharpest tool in the shed, or the best at reading people, but the look on his face gave away as much. She was taking no immediate harm, however, and as long as her well being was preserved and he wasn't talking smack about the region's former, near-dictatoress, he could do whatever the poop he wanted around her. She was usually pretty chill like that. The blond didn't have much to her explanation of how she knew and why she was tracking down the same Tyranitar he was tasked with finding, muttering nothing more than a simple “I see” before turning his attention away from her. She didn't complain much, though; if he had been listening as much as he'd been letting on, he got the gist of what she was saying and at least mildly understood it, and that was really all she could ask of him. The focus he fell into afterward, however, made it so he missed her false offer of help and left him defenseless to her playful assault. The noogie was a success! Knuckles dug into scalp and pale strands of hair were tousled this way and that. However, his reaction went beyond strange, and she certainly was not prepared for it. For a few moments, the ranger appeared to be having a mental tug of war as his Jolteon was lulled into sudden and untimely sleep. Her friendly gesture slowed, but did not still as she looked at him with mild concern. Worried, she hesitantly questioned, “Uh... Buddy? You... You okay?” It was then that his arms started to move, body collapsing to his knees, and arms were being wrapped around a sing boot as he began rubbing up against the fuzzy, brown material. Her hands instantly flew away from where they had been – one by her side, the other in his hair – and into that of a surrendering position. However, the snuggling did not stop. He carried on, blissfully unaware of her trying to call him to and shaking her boot vigorously in a futile attempt to get him off. When she'd just about resigned herself to her supposed fate, the red-head was relieved to find the boy jumping away from her faster than he'd started. “I'm sorry, I 'm so sorry!” he shouted, knocking his Jolteon awake in his rush to get away. “I don't know what came over me!” The male was shaking like a leaf, head bobbing back and forth as if trying to expell the memories from his head and all Frieda could do was look on, even more baffled than he was. Crimson hues followed the electric-type as it meandered to his fore side and promptly shot him full of electricity through his foot, and it was impossible to stop the tiny gasp from escaping her mouth. He'd just been electrocuted. And by his own Pokemon, no doubt! “H-hey!” she screamed, stomping toward the Eeveelution and scolding, “Ya' don't just do to a guy! 'Specially not yer own trainer! He might be seriously hurt, ya' moron!” Instead of looking at her, though, it simply kicked up dirt onto its trainer's face and left to a shaded tree, hoping to resume its disturbed sleep. The haughty act made her angrier than his strange behavior. In fact, such behavior was getting her really fired up. She was just about to fetch her lance and beat the poop out of it for its rudeness when the ranger got up and muttered, “I'm sorry,” again. “Yer alive! Woo hoo! Thank Arceus!” she shouted, jumping down to her knees to make eye level and nearly glomping him in jubilee. She'd honestly thought the pointed-furred creature had shocked him enough to put him to sleep for a while, or maybe even kill him and to see him perfectly fine filled her with enough joy to... well, tackle hug a near stranger. Then again, she always was more of a sap than her stone-hearted sister.

deltra of gangnam style

[Carlos Miller]

THIS HOUSE IS FALLING APART Her reaction was different from what he expected. Well for starters he thought she was going to freak out and smack the shit out of him for randomly wrapping his arms around her leg and cuddling her. To be honest what she did was the same thing his sister would’ve done if she were still alive. Thanks to that he had a small smile appearing on his face. Sometimes he wonders that his sister would be like if she was standing here with him. Would she react the same way she did or would she challenge him to a Gijinka match. Actually a Gjinka match sounds interesting if he ever gets the chance to he should try it out one day huh. On top of it her glomping her was a bit strange as well but then again it's a bit of a normal reaction. Since no one knows he is a Gijinka and on top of it he gets electrocuted all the time, they would’ve expected it to hurt a bit? Thankfully for him having Lightningrod ability so he believes, he is able to absorb the electric attacks. "I'm fine there is nothing to worry about. I'm somewhat use to it anywise. He does this to me all the time." The third reason is how she reacted to his Jolteon! Her tone of voice had woken the poor sleepy Jolteon from his short nap. The electric Eevee evolution ears moved backwards while lowing its head to apologize to both her and his master. Carlos stood there for a second, taken in a few breathers before moving over and petting the Jolteon on his forehead. His hand moved gently up against the electric Pokemon head. “Its ok Lokie I accept your apology. Its sort of my fault anywise.” After all if it wasn’t for his Raichu instincts he wouldn’t have glomped her. Heck Lokie probably didn’t even notice that his Raichu instincts were going off the radar. On top of it they’ve been taken a lot of missions lately for the Ranger Union. Speaking of which, he should apologize to her right away. With a quick nod the teen had stood on both of his feet and bowed in a formal fashion. “I apologize for not providing information regarding to the Tyranitar. Apparently the ranger union weren’t given enough information about this Pokemon so I was put in charge to gather that lost information.” Once he said this, the teen stood up straight then looked down at his Jolteon. He should probably apologize for his Jolteon rude behavior. Not only that he should apologize for his actions as well. “I also apologize for my Jolteon and for my actions earlier. I bet that was a little awkward wasn’t it? Anywise should we continue our search for this Tyranitar?”

ANNA SUN WORDS: 471 TAGGED FRIEDA Note: Short post and I apologize for the wait but its done!

MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GANGNAM STYLE

[Frieda Marlene]

I THINK I'M READY TO LEAVE I THINK I'M READY TO LIVE I'M READY TO GO

Reflecting back on it now, perhaps tackle hugging him wasn't the most brilliant of ideas she'd ever had. He seemed a little surprised by her reaction to – well, everything, glomp included, and she couldn't help but feel her face burning up in raw embarrassment. Prying her death grip on him off, standing up, and shuffling away in one swift motion, she feared the worst in what he would say. Would he think she was creepy? You don't just hug a dude you've just met. Of course, a nagging voice in the back of her mind reminded her, you don't just cuddle with the leg of a girl you've just met, either. Or did you? She'd been shying away from any human interaction for so long, it was becoming a little hard to tell what was “socially acceptable” and what wasn't. Maybe he was in the right and she was in the wrong. Maybe he was in the wrong while she was in the right. Maybe they were both right. Or wrong. Maybe she should stop thinking so hard about this. And so she did just that. Much to Frieda's relief, Carlos didn't seem too terribly caught off guard by her sudden reaction. “I'm fine,” he assured her, “there's nothing to worry about. I'm somewhat used to it, anyways. He does this to me all the time.” Wait. His Jolteon shocked him like that repeatedly? And a lot? … No wonder he'd randomly started snuggling with his ear. Arg, Frieda, that was mean. Even if ya' didn't say it out loud 'r anythin'. Maybe that's normal here! Don't be cultu- cutlu- culturally insensitive. However, when she thought about it, that made her reaction to him being perfectly find a little over the edge; if the Eeveelution electrocuted its trainer all the time, that meant that it must have done it light enough as to not hurt its trainer and not cause too much brain damage. It also meant that her scolding of the creature was also uncalled for, and a great sweep of guilt fell over her when the electric-type reflected that same guilt on its face as if a silent apology to both she and its master. The blond rubbed his hand over its head after a few moments of silence, saying, “It's okay, Lokie, I accept your apology. It's kind of my fault, anyway.” With all that settled he nodded to her, stood, himself, and began to bow. Human customs and how they change over time. Weird. At the same time, though, it was a little cute, so she'd keep her mouth shut. “I apologize for not providing information regarding the Tyranitar. Apparently, the Ranger Union weren't given enough information about this Pokemon, so I was put in charge to gather that lost information.” The ranger straightened, then, and flashed his partner a brief look. All the while, she mused over his words; what reason did he have for apologizing? If anything, it should have been her apologizing to him. “N-nah, it's cool,” she said stupidly, instead of whatever profound thing she'd been planning to say, instead. Before she could amend her mistake, unfortunately, he interrupted: “I also apologize for my Jolteon and I's actions earlier. I bet that was a little awkward, wasn't it?” Blinking at him for a moment, sudden realization dawned on her and she accidentally blurted aloud, “Oh, so that wasn't a normal reaction! Darnit, sometimes I just get so confu-” Cutting herself off, the scarlet eyed trainer stared at him with wide eyes and felt another embarrassed blush dawning her features. Worthlessly, she tried to explain, “Ah... I've been... Um... In hiding for a very... long time...” “Anyway, should we continue our search for this Tyranitar?” Yes. Please. Searching for Freude was a much better alternative than embarrassing herself even further. Not even trusting her own vocal chords to produce something that she wouldn't want to punch herself over later, Frieda simply nodded, exasperated, and waited for him to lead the way.

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