Illimitable History (Aqua and Pari RP)

Please Note: This RP is mainly for me and Pari, but if you wish to join please PM me before posting and I'll see what we both can do.

This takes place in a Pokejinka universe where Pokémon are humans, and animals are in place of where the Pokémon would be in the original Pokémon world. Humans do not exist in this land!

Character: Histoire Vorbei, the Milotic

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Time: Midday Place: A small town bustling with Pokémon​

A gentle breeze flew through the joyful town not too far from a terrain filled with grassy plains and rivers. A man with strikingly long hair hummed a soft tune as he strolled through the town, passing by shops and stands to search for the one spot he had interest in; a library. The Milotic made his way into the quiet library and sat down by the window so he could gaze back to the town's occupants as they passed by. He sighed and placed the book in his lap in thought for a moment. Histoire had traveled through many towns, villages and cities before this one, he enjoyed travel but also thought about settling down at times yet the man could never come to a decision. It had been so long since he began his travels that he sometimes forgot the purpose of it all, to gain experience, knowledge and learn everything he could about the world. Yet Histoire could not fathom the knowledge of people, he couldn't wrap his head around the idea of conversing, or befriending- they were things he wanted to do but could never attempt.

Histoire was too shy to interact, and had little to no connections, not even within his own family. He gazed out to the crowd on the urban streets, until a unique figure within them had caught his eye. He turned slightly more towards the window, to observe the figure and see if they would approach in peaked interest.

 

Histoire found himself to be lost in thought as he gazed at the unfamiliar figure across from him. She had entered the coffee shop, perhaps she liked sweets? Since she had gotten a snack to-go and, surprisingly seemed like she was heading in his direction. The male Milotic wondered if she was familiar with the area, even if she was, Histoire wasn't exactly sure how he would ask the other of the same species. He moved the book from his lap and placed it beside him, while making room on the other side of his seat in case the girl wanted to sit somewhere. He could feel heat rising to his face and he twirled a strand of his obscurely long hair out of habit.

The Milotic couldn't figure out why he always felt so shy and flustered when talking, it never seemed to fail no matter who he was talking to- especially if it was a Pokémon of the opposite gender. When the girl entered, Histoire quickly picked up his book again and fumbled with it, pretending to be reading but doing a rather bad job at acting. His eyes trailed to the girl when she greeted him, her voice was cheerful and had an optimistic air- no doubt was she a local to the town. "A-afternoon." He said in a tone not too far above a mumble. He turned his head back down to his lap, embarrassed, and feeling as though he would keep the girl from whatever books she needed if he started a conversation he couldn't withhold.

Of course the female Milotic could tell he was a traveler, there was a certain air that locals gave that could differentiate from familiar and unfamiliar. He fumbled with his hair more, and proceeded to take off his gloves and falsely focusing on his novel- anything to make himself appear busier than he actually was even if his blush was more than obvious. He glanced at the girl every now and again, observing her most likely daily notions.

 

LOL HE IS THE BIGGEST NERD))



Histoire observed the girl traverse her known territory thoroughly, they were polar opposites in the sense that she knew every corner of the library whilst he did not. Her optimistic nature reminded him of a few others he had met in past towns during his travels yet, somehow the female had a different air about her than other Pokémon did. He fumbled with a few long strands again in embarrassment of his inadequate knowledge of the surroundings. Even though, this was a similar feeling each time he reached a new destination, this was more troubling- yet he would be on his way once again soon. Histoire liked to stay two days or so in each urban civilization he reached and then be on his merry way when he had had his fill of adventure and experience. The Milotic kept his hair as a memento of how much time he had spent traveling, and every now and again he wondered if when his journeys were to every be over should he cut it.

But the man knew he was only perpetuating on these thoughts to distract him from his shyness at hand. His thoughts stopped flooding his mind when the female had sat and begun a conversation. The modest man knew he would have to speak eventually, so he decided to take action. "I'm reading Letzten Eterüna, it's a small novel about a girl gathering the pain in others' broken hearts and turning them into candy. It sounds childish but it's actually rather meaningful and inspiring." When it came to books, Histoire poured out information like an encyclopedia, it was the only way he could converse easily. "My name is... Histoire. Histoire Vorbei." He had paused, recollecting himself and took notice of Inferiti's interest in his hair.

The female Milotic had every right to be, his physical features and clothes certainly made him stick out like a sore thumb in many places. Histoire adjusted his shawl and made eye-contact now again with Inferiti, giving the most honest answer he could; "I'm just a simple traveler, I never feel settled in one place for too long, so I move place to place like a tumbleweed." He gave out a small, nervous chuckle, "I like libraries a lot and not many other towns I had been to before hand seemed to harbor one, so I wanted to spend time here for a few days before being on my way again."

Histoire did his best to keep the conversation small, after all, if he got himself attached to someone he wouldn't be able to keep traveling, though traveling alone did get lonesome...

"I'm not a very important person to take note of, really." He spoke modestly, trying his best not to dwell on past history; but this girl looked sharp, she could probably see right through him. He smiled faintly as he watched her observe her familiar surroundings.

 

AFTER 5,000 YEARS I FINALLY REPLY GOMEN.))

Histoire could feel his strangeness growing with every passing gesture, he knew he certainly didn't fit in at all. Especially not with such an extraordinary girl such as Inferiti, being so full of life and vigor. The male Milotic worried he had come off as stand-offish, because of his shyness and began to panic in his mind. "I don't want to scare the first kind Pokémon to me away!" He thought in anxiety. Though his stress seethe out of him with the girl's question of exploration. He brushed a strand of his hair back and smiled, it would be nice to see all he could before leaving the town. In fact, it might have been such a wonderful place that he might have wanted to stay, the Milotic feared the thought of getting to well bonded with things... it seemed he'd just wander around forever.

"I would love to see the rest of this place! If that's alright..." His voice raised to a normal tone, trying to appear more friendly to the kind native. Histoire almost raised himself from his seat but remembered his trailing curtain of hair lingering behind him. Surely it would be troublesome to take care of while they moved, Histoire didn't mind his appearance much but being a male-rapunzel was rather much. "Give me one moment." Histoire said, a blush creeping back onto his face, but he found the end of his hair and began to braid it. Once his work was done, he tied a ribbon to the end to finish the job, while it still just lingered above the floor at least his tresses were no longer dragging.

"I thought it would make things faster." He smiled faintly, sooner or later he would have to explain his reasons for keeping his hair so long. "So, where shall we go from here first?" Histoire asked excitedly, thinking of the coffee shop he had observed the girl in. Though Inferiti might be familiar with even more interesting sights than what he had observed.

 

GOLDEN LIGHT SHINES FROM ABOVE AS I RECEIVE A REPLY. nahh its not short qt))


Histoire chuckled to himself at the female's enthusiasm, "I think it'll be easier for you, after all this amount is a little tedious to work with." But without another word he allowed himself to be pulled along by his companion. He found going through the crowd a bit troublesome, but following Inferiti made it worth it somehow. While the other rushed ahead, Histoire found himself moving slower to watch the passing scenery. Somehow, no matter how much the young man traveled nature itself never stopped surprising him and this town was lovelier than many. The milotic gazed into the creek for a mere second, contemplating his travels before moving forward once again. When Inferiti led him to their destination, his eyes widened in awe.

"You're not rambling at all...It's...It's all the information I would need and more." The milotic stated in a rather dreamy tone. His focus was on the meadow and how perfect the entire scene was. "It almost makes me want to get back into painting." He chuckled, "I think I will enjoy this spot very much..." He gawked a bit more before placing his hand on the tree they stood by and gently lowered himself down. "I'll just sit for a moment. I don't want to burn up too much of your time." He smiled. Histoire took a breath and closed his eyes, spreading a smile. The breeze was calming and brought back fond memories of his homeland. "So, what's it like for you here? Did you grow up in this place? Or where you a wandering spirit like me?" He inquired, still keeping his look of peace.

sorry its so dumb omg Histoire you ARE DUM)

 

forever precious nerds I will guard with my life))

"I don't think I could move anywhere else.", Inferiti had stated. Histoire felt a smile tug at his cheeks, even if he couldn't understand the feeling of staying in one place, it must be nice...a warm feeling to keep the bonds you've created. Histoire always seemed to keep himself from getting too close to others. If he created bonds, he would regret his journey, he would miss too many and be unable to continue. Even if Histoire enjoyed talking to this girl, in a week or so he would be gone before she knew it, on his way like a dandelion in the breeze. Maybe she would forget him eventually as well, see him as a simple traveler and nothing more. Even with her questions of interest would she think that eventually? Histoire couldn't tell, and he possibly never will.

"Well you're the first to inquire so much about my travels, I'm intrigued with you myself." Histoire continued, thinking of ways he could clearly answer the girl's questions. "I'm not afraid to share too many stories if they do not bore you, after all, the people I meet carry my memories with me." The male milotic glanced towards her as he played with his tremendously long hair. "I've been traveling since I was old enough to take care of myself, around when I was 14. You probably wonder where my parents were, yes? To have their child gone at such a tender age." He looked back up to the clouds, sifting through his own memories, opening up because he had nothing to lose. "My home was a library in a tiny town, I really loved to read adventure stories, it's what I spent all day doing. I wish the one day I decided to have my own adventure I didn't." Histoire looked down at the grass instead this time, as if recalling something bitter. "I went outside to play in a field just like this quite a distance from my home. I was never a rebellious child, but I wanted a taste of adventure for once, I didn't mean to disobey such kind parents and be out longer than i should have..." The milotic paused again, recalling the memory. "When I returned home at sunset my house was nothing but ash. I don't know who did it. I don't know where my parents were or if they burned too. But all the books, my room...everything."

Histoire avoided Inferiti's gaze, fearing she would have pity in her eyes. "As a child I was very confused and scared, I searched but I found no evidence of my parents or what truly happened. So I gathered what I could from the rubble and began traveling on my own. It was scary at first but I went to countless places, and met people both good and bad. It was like I was writing my own adventure." His face brightened as he went on. "And now here I am, making another adventure by meeting you, Inferiti." Histoire stood up and twirled, giving his hand to her. "Shall we head down to that pretty looking meadow and creek to clear the stuffy air I created?" He laughed.