Kael Riven

🌒 Work has me a little burnt out on writing. Sorry for the responses I owe, I’ll try to get to them either by the weekend or next week.

“It looks like they have a spa here for competitions trainers,” he said as he narrowed his eye at the list before turning back to Lulu.

“Maybe that’ll be a good way to relax and close out the day before the competition begins?”

Turning his head towards her, he smiled softly, nodding in agreement before standing up and stretching.

“We’ll have to test your interviewer skills at some point,” he said placing his hands in his pocket as he looked off into the distance, squinting at the directory for the venue they were in. —

and not cross any boundaries,” he thought out loud for a moment, before trying to calm down his friend. “Then again…maybe it just requires the gift of being able to talk a lot.

If that’s the case, then maybe you’d be a natural at it,” he teased.

and reserved side. Seeing her annoyed was different, but not all that surprising, given at the end of the day she was human, and humans were complex.

“It must be a difficult to balance finding the right questions to get somebody to open up for a good story…all while being respectful enough to try —

with the media that he thought he might have to support her through. Or maybe it was just something about her sudden brashness that he found…endearing?

After all the duo had been through so far, Lulu had always been so friendly, warm, and kind, that he just assumed her to be more on the innocent —

Looking at the ceiling, Kael’s eyes shifted towards Lulu as she let out her frustration. He had definitely shared her feelings about the encounter, but something about how she didn’t hold back her words seemed to calm him down.

Maybe it was because he thought there might be some relived trauma —

coast was clear, Kael sighed heavily as he looked up, resting his face against his closed hands.

“If that was an example of the Champion treatment I can understand why you decided to walk away from it all.”

“After you’ve won, huh? What a story that would be. Well then, alright,” the reporter said with a shifty smile as he stood back up and took a step back.

“I’ll be in touch Ms. Nightingale,” he said as he turned his back to the two and walked away, quickly disappearing into the crowd.

Once the —

take it up a notch then…,” he said as he slowly began inching forward.

races and almost as if he was prepared for that, he turned and ran behind her.

His first step was precise and his acceleration and form matched that of a professional runner, catching up to Chiyo after a few moments and then matching her pace.

Turning to her, he decided to up the ante, “Let’s —

saw Chiyo as his Umbreon, and he couldn’t help but chuckle.

Their energies were exactly the same, and honestly he believed if his Pokemon could speak to him it would sound exactly like her.

Definitive choices from here on out?
Fine…

Before he could even get a word back in, Chiyo was off to the —

Karl couldn’t help but sometimes be a buzz kill, especially to those who has the personality to be an entire party themselves.

He was the more stoic type…introverted, introspective and low energy, but to hear he should be more confident, that triggered something in him.

For a brief moment, he —

Jacklyn was free go as crazy as they wanted.

“What kind of gift do you think your parents would like? Maybe we can start with them and if anything catches your eye, we’ll get that too?”

While he didn’t say anything, a soft smile snuck onto his face as he saw the clear excitement in their face.

Between his savings and the earnings we made for making it to the next round of the tournament, he was definitely able to indulge a shopping spree and since he wasn’t the shopping type, —

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might give her an unexpected run for her money.

“I guess,” he said as he watched her prepare for battle. Tilting his head at her words, he realized she meant now and began stretching alongside her.

While his clothes kept him fully covered, they’d shift slightly from the various warmup stretches revealing a chiseled, toned body that showed he —

was really happening.

“I believe you were already told to give us some privacy. I don’t think either of us would be willing to give you another chance if you don’t give us some space now,” he started before adding, “As for my match. If you really want to hear my thoughts…ask me after I’ve won.”

the tournament will probably end here…no disrespect to you of course, after all she is a champion…this might be the only opportunity you have to speak to those that will be watching the battle.

Have anything you’d like to say?”

A moment of silence as Kael registered what was going on and if this —

and then you can go back to your conversation! I wanted to ask how you felt about your matchup with Dianthe! As you know, she’s a well-known celebrity in the Pokemon world, and a woman of many talents!

Do you have any insights or thoughts you’d like to share ahead of the match? Given your run in —

but upon finally recognizing Kael’s face he stopped, his focus now on the other trainer.

“Oh! Mr. Riven, was it? I’m sorry to have intruded on your conversation, but I can make this quick as well,” he said lifting his hand again to bring the recorder to Kael’s face.

“I promise it’ll be quick —

like she knew the exact words to use to get the reporter to step away.

“Right, of course! I’m sorry again Ms. Nightingale, I didn’t mean any disrespectful and will love to chat with you later,” he said as he got up and turned to face the duo.

At first it did seem like he was ready to leave, —

From Kael’s perspective, everything was moving so fast. Almost instinctively, he’d raise his hand to get the reporters attention, but stopped before touching the strangers shoulder as he heard Lulu masterfully diffuse the situation.

Again, this must have been nothing new for her and it sounded —

As she hunched over, he leaned back, trying to keep some space between them as he nodded to try and calm the situation down.

“— I guess it’s my lucky day?”

There wasn’t much confidence in the sentence as he wondered if this person was always so high energy… and if so what did we just sign up for.

He wasn’t sure if he should feel uncomfortable or not. NOT THAT SHE MADE HIM UNCOMFORTABLE…super sharp sensing tell her what he thought at a passing glance? Could she read minds?

“Well— when you put it that way… I guess for a moment I thought it wouldn’t be a bad to have someone to work out with.”

conversations.

“—Thinking about you?,” he repeated softly, giving himself more time to think. “I promise it wasn’t anything bad or inappropriate. Just noticing how strong you look.”

Blinking at her a few times, his brain quickly went over all the possible scenarios she could have meant. Was he thinking about her? In what way? Did it come off as respectful? Rude? A hundred follow up questions in the blink of an eye…all pointing to the fact that he probably wasn’t the best at —