Enter the Dragon [Navitas]

[clair]

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[/style]The water along the route just south of Blackthorn City splashed viciously with the pokemon swimming this way and that in it. More than one wave had been generated that training session, pounding at the shore with a hunger that couldn’t hardly be matched by any other force except a storm. ”Chaos, use a Dragon Dance, Kingdra, give us a Smokescreen to cover the area, Kiya, use Dragon Pulse on Milotic, Milotic counter as you see fit, “ the blue-haired leader silently added which should be a Mirror Coat, ” – Dragonair, let’s see a Thunder Wave on whomever you can strike, and Lancey…” She looked down at the comparatively tiny pokemon that was still sitting in the shallows by her feet, watching the larger, well-trained dragons with wide eyes, ”….just watch and learn for now.”

Even in her current state, Clair wasn’t crazy enough to tell her little Dratini – practically a baby – to head into the shitstorm of techniques that erupted before them. Black smoke flew everywhere, and the sparks of yellow electricity radiated off the plumes. White-blue glow of other moves only gave the faintest indications to where her pokemon were behind the veil of dark smoke that covered the water body. Flashes of energy and moves to the sides and out of the top of the cover could let Clair only imagine what was going on.

Finally, the smoke cleared, and her pokemon all remained poised in the water, some breathing more heavily than others, and two were trembling. Yellow sparks appeared momentarily when they tried to move. Paralyzed. As expected, Dragonair had performed well. She could say the same for Milotic. Kiya was looking about ready to sink into the water for some time from a Mirror Coat after a Dragon Pulse.

”Good. Take a moment, then do it again.”

struck across the face,

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[navitas]

You know what’s fun? Wandering around in a random route in Johto carrying ten pounds worth of stolen goods…uphill. Poor Navitas, got away with a big heist when he realized the only way out was up. No one would chase him while he climbed the ledges (not like they caught him in the first place anyway), the only problem was that Navitas wasn’t as young as he used to be and thus found himself huffing and puffing as he climbed northward. Why he didn’t just use one of his extensive choices in flying dragons I’ll never know.

It took about twenty minutes for Navitas to climb the last ledge, and as he did he couldn’t help but feel a bit “wobbly”. He dropped his sack of goods next to him as he sat down to rest, heaving and hoing to regain his breath…followed by two self slaps as he remembered he had flying pokemon with him. The clown thief got up, dusted himself off, and picked up the bag so that he may go on his way. However, as he turned a corner he found probably one of the greatest things he could ever imagine seeing.

Of all people, Navitas spotted noneother than the dragon master Clair! Hotdog what a lucky break this was! He watched closely, his jaw dropped in awe as Clair commanded her pokemon. The resulting cornucopia of flashy attack nearly made Navitas’ eyes water. Such magnificence and grace, just as Navitas always imagined.

If you haven’t guessed, Navitas is a big fan of the world’s dragon masters. He hopes to one day meet them all, and join them in their ranks of mastery. He would be among them already if he could just get a darn Kingdra, but that’s beside the point. Gingerly, navitas shuffled over to Clair and said in a nervous tone, “E-excuse me ma’me. You don’t know me, but I am a HUGE fan of yours. Would you mind signing an autograph?” Navitas took out the pokeball of Sniffles, his Salamence, and held it out to Clair. Realizing he lacked a pen, the clown gasped and plopped down his bag. “H-hang on one moment. Oh please don’t spontaneously disappear.” Navitas then opened the bag and began searching through it rapidly for his trusty autograph pen.

[clair]

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[/style]The quiet that settled over her current domain as her Dragons took a rest was interrupted by an unfamiliar voice. Ma’am. That was a new one. Her blue eyebrows arched in mild curiosity as she kept her back turned towards the source of the voice. Male, obviously, but the sound of the voice itself was completely unfamiliar. Clearly someone she didn’t know. Maybe I’ve met him before? she asked herself idly, using the time in which she stayed silent while he spoke to think it over. I might have just forgotten...oh well, I guess I’ll know, right? Clair glanced back through her bangs to look at him.
No, no, definitely not. She would have remembered someone that dressed like that.
”Oh, a fan?” she asked, her lips automatically curling into the smile. Though the city of Blackthorn practically revered her as a goddess, she hadn’t had a fan come to her in a few years. At least not many. ”I would be glad to sign –“ she glanced down as she was handed a pokeball. Odd thing to have signed…I guess the autograph means a lot to him. ”…your pokeball.” Her smile sweetened (albeit slightly artificially) and she tucked her free hand beneath the elbow of the one propping the pokeball up to near-eye-level.

”I must say…” she commented quietly, eyeing the beautiful dragon within with new appreciation for her fan. ”…I do greatly approve of your choice in pokemon.” Her gloved thumb brushed against the ball like someone would gently stroke the head of a kitten. ”Dragons are marvelous creatures aren’t they?”

struck across the face,

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❚ NOTES: I failed us im so sorry ;AAA; // going that pokeballs are kind of like they are in the manga...can see the pokemon inside because of partial transparency lol
❚ CREDITS: Ambassador Tanz

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[navitas]

Navitas nearly swooned as Clair spoke. Her voice was just as he imagined it would sound (by that I mean it sounded exactly the same as when he heard it on the radio). One of his heroes was right in front of him, and he had to admit it was a great feeling. Sure admittedly Clair was on a lower peg of the totem pole when it came to the dragon masters he loved, but being in her presence was still phenomenal.

You can only imagine how Navitas felt when she commented on Sniffles. The poor clown looked like he was about to explode. He almost bowed, but he remembered that he was in front of a celebrity, not the queen of ho ha land. He cleared his throat and answered the good lady’s question, “Indeed they are. I don’t think I would have gotten so fascinated with them though if it weren’t for my good papa, Arceus bless his soul.” Navitas looked fondly upon his Sniffles as he spoke, “Sniffles was a gift from him, a little Bagon of my very own. When he died, I vowed to him that I would fulfill his dream of becoming a dragon master. I have all of them so far…except Kingdra...damn Seadra wont evolve. But no amount of dragonites or garchomps will truly make me a master. Not until I have met the true masters of the world, such as yourself, and learned something from them.” Navitas looked up to Clair with a twinkle in his eye. “So do you have any tips?”

[clair]

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[/style]”Ah, a gift…”

Clair nodded thoughtfully, her lips curling in satisfaction. ”Only the best kind of gift, I would say, is a pokemon…even further a Dragon.”

Even though she didn’t exactly have qualms with laughing at the demise of others, this was a different situation for the Dragon Mistress altogether. It was dealing with Dragon pokemon, not just the whims of everyday life. Even though she, too, didn’t have every Dragon out there, she felt relatively complete without each, and that was satisfactory enough for her. However, she did understand what it was like to be frustrated so close to completing one’s goal.

”Before I give you any tips,” she smiled a bit, ”Do you need a Dragon Scale for your Seadra? There’s bound to be some laying about on the shores within the Dragon’s Den.” It was a mild suggestion; he could take it or leave it as he pleased. She would just be accompanying him if he did decide to go. ”Now for those tips.” She propped her free hand beneath her chin, fingers curled over as though she were resting her elbow against a table. ”How do you go about training your Dragons?” she asked him curiously.

”Do you train them for their power and companionship, or do you find your way into their hearts as well?”

struck across the face,

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[navitas]

((Hey, remember the millions of threads I need to reply to with ya? Also SPOILERS KANE!))

Navitas looked at Clair oddly when she mentioned something called a Dragon Scale. He had never heard of such a thing, didn’t all dragons have scales? If he had known that to evolve his Seadra he just had to pull off a scale from his Salamence he would have done it years ago…though maybe it would be a better bet to check out those scales at the shore first. Navitas nodded and sheepishly replied, “Y-yeah I’ll look into that.”

Then came the moment Navitas was looking for, tips! However his longed for advise came with a rather awkward question. How did he train his dragons? Well…he couldn’t very well say that he trained his dragons to steal from people. That would be kind of silly. He pondered for a moment, and soon thought of an idea. He pulled out two more pokeballs and released the contents of those ones and Sniffles’ ball simultaneously (just like in that one show…thing)). Sniffles the Salamence emerged of course, as well as Rocko the Dragonite and Ronald the Hydreigon.

Navitas clapped his hands, and the three dragons masked in bright clown make up turned to him. Navitas clapped his hands once more, three times, a signal to get into position for a routine. The three stood side-by-side, ready to begin their special performance. Navita began to click with his tongue, and after eight clicks the dragons began to…DANCE! They hopped about in perfect sync, performing a majestic ballet of sorts…well Ronald didn’t very much have legs so he kind of just smiled like a maniac and spun in place while his companions danced around him. It would have been ten times better if Navitas bothered to play the music the dance went to, but they still didn’t miss a single step. At the end of the dance, Rocko hoisted Ronald up and Sniffles slid infront of them for a big group smile. Then Navitas turned to Clair and asked, “Does that count?”

[clair]

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[/style]His provided answer mere seconds before the demonstration provided by he and his pokemon nearly made Clair fall over. The woman had luckily raised her hand to cover her mouth with a fist in thought, for her jaw very quickly felt like a deadweight – it dropped towards the ground and stayed lowered, as though she lacked the muscle control to draw it upright. The clown-esque makeup on the faces of the majestic creatures was enough, then the dance (what was it, jazz? Tap? Ballet?) of sorts was almost overkill. Seeing the Dragon pokemon behave in such a manner made the Gym Leader feel as though she’d been struck across the back of the head with a book.

There was no word Clair could reach for to describe how she felt in response to seeing dancing dragons. There wasn’t rage or sadness, nor was there happiness or excitement. It was almost as though any number of feelings she could have at the moment were so muddled they stacked up to nothing but confusion and disbelief. ”Well...” her voice cracked to a squeak, something completely uncharacteristic of her. ”Well.” she repeated, only after clearing her throat. ”That...” what kind of answer was that? ”That counts, I suppose...” The pokemon didn’t seem upsest, and that was more than enough for Clair. ”Do you not battle with them?”

struck across the face,

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[navitas]

Navitas was oblivious to Clair’s horror, proudly smiling like the ignorant clown thief he was. His dragon pokemon smiled too, and indeed wished to dance more if their trainer would permit them. Navitas however did not give another blessing to dance, as Clair asked if he battled with them next. Navitas scratched his chin; he wasn’t quite sure how to handle this question. He certainly battled with them often, though it was mostly to get away from people he had stolen from. With a huff and a puff, he finally said, “Yes I suppose we do battle often. I remember a time in Jubelife where we really trounced a few eggs…what a horrible day that was.”

Navitas didn’t know that the day he referred to was the infamous Battle of Jubelife, in which he accidentally paved through several Lux soldiers and even a sentinel (though that one was rather short and ended abruptly). Snuffles nodded in a sagely manner, as he remembered this day well. If Clair looked closely she would have seen that the poor dragon’s tail was a short stub, meaning it was slowly growing back after it was cut off on that fateful day. Navitas nodded to his statement, “I don’t think I’ll be as good as you anytime soon though, after all you became a gym leader and I’m just a…a…um traveling clown. Yeah.” Be careful Navitas, you may just reveal that you were a hobo at age eight too you scoundrel.

[clair]

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[/style]”So long as your pokemon are satisfied.” she said, forcing a smile as she regained her form entirely. Truly, that was all she could wish for – Dragon pokemon to be happy. Sure, not seeing them used to their full potential was a bit painful, but it was nothing compared to the rage that would have erupted in her chest had she seen them unhappy. ”Clearly they have been with you a while…I expect your enemies quake with fear when they see the might of you standing alongside your Dragons.” Clair smirked arrogantly, feeling the need to subtly flaunt just how wonderful Dragons were. ”More than a few competitors have turned out of my Gym as soon as setting foot in it for that reason.”

She laughed, striding forward towards the gorgeous pokemon. ”Would you mind if I looked them over?” she asked, ”I simply can’t resist.” she added, extending a hand toward the large, beautiful Dragonite before her. ”They’re such magnificent creatures.”

struck across the face,

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[navitas]

Navitas kept his obliviousness quite consistent as Clair talked. Her forced smiles and compliments flew right past Navitas' slow ears, and the pompous clown just grinned with a certain kind of child like giddiness. Being by Clair seemed to get better and better by the minute, though he had a dark feeling in his gut that something was going to ruin it. Oh that was just silly though, the only thing that could do that is if they had a skirmish...no good feelings during skirmishes.

Clair soon asked Navitas if she could see his pokemon, and he nodded with glee. "Sure thing." he said happily, "Don't get too close to Ronald, he'll bite off your face and eat your entrails, and be sure to smile at Rocko because he gets nervous around strangers. Also don't touch Sniffles' stub tail, he's self conscious about it. Man up you three." The three dragons straightened up, Rocko and Ronald giving a salute with their right hand/head while Sniffles just simply looked on with determination.

[clair]

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[navitas]

Oh dear, be still Navitas’ heart you might just flutter away. Clair said his dragons were incredible, in all his dastardly years Navitas had never even dreamed of receiving such a compliment. When Clair mentioned the whole slapping of the face thing, Navitas huffed a bit and said in a noble fashion, “I would implore such punishment, a dragon is a terrible thing to waste.” No one would be stupid enough to mistreat a dragon anyhow, they’re too smart. Plus, a slap from Clair is most likely on the top of any human’s No list.

Navitas returned Rocko and Ronald to their balls, leaving Sniffles out to yawn and brush his head against his master. Navitas patted the rock hard skull of his friend before finally remembering a very important detail. “The pen!” The clown went into his bag and began digging through before popping out with a pen in hand. He took out Sniffle’s pokeball, and aimed to hand them both to Clair, saying, “I hope I can still get that autograph.”

[clair]

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[navitas]

When he was handed his pokeball back with the name of one of his heroes shown upon it, Navitas swooned like a child. At last he had the autograph of a dragon master, he was one step closer to becoming a dragon master himself...or something like that. Navitas shrank the ball and placed it in his pocket. He let out a deep bow before saying, "Thank you m'lady, I shall treasure this forever."

Navitas hoisted his heavy sack of "retrieved" goods and plopped them onto Sniffles. Sniffles huffed happily and helped hoist his master onto his back with his head. Navitas made himself confertable on the dragon's back and saluted Clair, "I hope to meet you again Ms. Dovakhiin. Perhaps in our next meeting we can put our skills to the test?" Navitas giggled to himself as he realized he had never known Clair's last name, before lightly kicking the sides of Sniffles to signal their departure. Sniffles attempted to make a trumpet noise but it came out to be more of a low gurgle, and moments later began flapping into the sky. Navitas waved to Clair as he was lifted up and exclaimed, "Farewell Ms. Clair! I hope that our paths wont decide to be strangers!" With that, Sniffles flew off with Navitas in tow, off to have another adventure.