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Major Alex Louis Armstrong ([personal profile] sculpted) wrote in [community profile] route_10652012-11-28 04:26 pm

Tall, blonde, dark and lean

Who: Alex Louis Armstrong ([personal profile] sculpted) and Carmen Sandiego ([personal profile] doitrockapella)
Where: Saffron City
When: After 4th wall!
Summary: A fated meeting in Saffron City...what could this lead to?!
Rating: PG at the worst
Log:


Armstrong wasn't exactly sure how it was he'd ended up in this strange new city after that....odd weekend, but that wasn't what was causing him grief; his beautiful gauntlets had been taken once again! After such a brief time together....was their no limit to the games Johto liked to play with them?

At present, he was walking down the street, shirt on but open at the front as he cooled down from a sparring session with his Lucario, who was strolling alongside him. Sighing, Armstrong ran a hand over his brow and looked toward the sky.

"I simply don't understand it, Berli...why give them back if they were just going to be stolen again? It's simply cruel!"

Berli nodded distractedly, more concerned with taking in the sights of Saffron than the dramatic sighs of his trainer. He'd get over it eventually, but his team of Pokemon would be hearing about it for the next week or so.

"Perhaps it is time for me to take a new direction with my training." Armstrong murmured, and Berli turned to him with a sense of dread settling over him. His trainer tended to be almost impossible to keep up with as it stood; what could he possibly-

"I should find myself a human sparring partner!" Armstrong exclaimed, and Berli breathed a metaphorical sigh of relief. That, he could deal with. "But whom?" Armstrong frowned, placing a hand under his chin. "Do you have anyone in mind?"

Shrugging, Berli shook his head. Armstrong sighed again.

"This is simply not my day, Berli! Oh, how will I ever find someone who could match me, Alex Louis Armstrong, in combat?"

doitrockapella: (COLLAR ❖ it makes me look cool)

[personal profile] doitrockapella 2012-12-08 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, she still had it.

But triumphant or not, she was still glad for the respite — Armstrong had certainly kept her on her toes, literally and figuratively, and there was a notable difference between fighting out a prolonged match and simply attempting to shut down her opponent as fast as she could. The latter was more her level of expertise back in the day; no time to waste with drawn-out skirmishes when there were thieves to be apprehended.

Still, it was a good feeling — physical exertion, putting her reflexes to the test, adding in the element of surprise and danger. She'd been in something of a mood when they had first started, but she was starting to feel better already.

"Call it a job skill," she replied, which was answer enough while still not really being much of an answer at all. "And you? I won't hesitate to admit I'm impressed — your speed is remarkable."
doitrockapella: (ROPE ❖ just this and forced perspective)

I am so sorry it took me so long to get back to this. <3

[personal profile] doitrockapella 2012-12-15 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't surprise easily, but I'll concede it this time," she agreed, taking a moment to simply...well, be impressed at Armstrong's decidedly toned biceps and his generally sparkling person overall. There were people in the world who did battle for any number of reasons, and she could name quite a few of them, but Armstrong seemed different; there was something about him less weary than the others she'd encountered, something that let him still be jovial and engaging even in matters like this.

Yes, she definitely decided she liked the man. Sparkling muscles and all.

So as a courtesy, she decided to elaborate, likewise taking advantage of the opportunity for a breather as she did so. "It was part of my training as a detective. Some criminals have a policy of playing rough."

And she was decidedly not one of them — a fundamental principle she stood by through and through.

"Lucky for me none of them ever boasted prowess like yours," she added, absently rubbing her wrist. "Does your family have a long history with martial arts? I'm as curious about your background in it as I imagine you are about mine."
doitrockapella: (SWEET ❖ she's a one-girl revolution)

OH MUSCLES I CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON YOU

[personal profile] doitrockapella 2012-12-16 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
Little did Armstrong realize that her days of battling ruffians and thugs generally involved less zen elegance and more teenage rage, but hey, it wasn't like her skills had completely disappeared with age, and there were certainly ruffians and thugs about, if Team Rocket was any indication. Perhaps Armstrong might get his wish someday, after all.

But the mention of his family made her perk up noticeably, both because it involved longstanding traditions and because talk of family in general was having a particular habit of pinging her hard lately.

And upon listening to Armstrong's description of his family, she discovered herself downright pleased by what she heard; an equal-opportunity family of fighters, and the most formidable — enough so, apparently, to make even a man like Armstrong shudder — was a girl. Oh, now that was what she liked to hear.

"She sounds like quite the woman," Carmen agreed, not bothering to hide her smile. "They must keep you on your toes, your sisters. Do you all have different weapons of choice? She favors a sword, you mentioned having gauntlets. Either way, it sounds as though your family is one of admirable discipline."

She paused, then added amicably, "And if they're all like you, fine character."