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route_10652012-11-28 04:26 pm
sculpted) wrote in route_10652012-11-28 04:26 pm
Tall, blonde, dark and lean
Who: Alex Louis Armstrong (sculpted) and Carmen Sandiego (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?"
sculpted) and Carmen Sandiego (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?"
DON'T APOLOGIZE BB THESE MUSCLES WILL ALWAYS BE HERE
That did make a lot of sense; it would be very important for a detective to be skilled with hand-to-hand combat. The thought of an elegant woman like Carmen battling ruffians and thugs, however...it was definitely a sight he would like to see one day!
...or, well, maybe only over the video, for if he came across such villains harassing the dear lady face to face, he would simply have to intervene! His pride as a member of the noble Armstrong family wouldn't allow him to sit back and just watch, after all.
Speaking of his glorious family -
"Why yes, it is a family tradition for the Armstrong that we become intimately acquainted with the many forms of martial arts! Why, even my baby sister Catherine would send many a regular foe running! My oldest sister is the most formidable of my sisters - I have four - as she uses a combination of her fists, words and sword to get her points across."
....that made Armstrong shudder slightly; Olivier was....certainly unique.
OH MUSCLES I CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON YOU
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."
THEY'LL NEVER LET YOU DOWN!!!!
And she did, really! What a lovely thing to say.
"Olivier - my eldest sister - is certainly a unique person! She's actually in the military and far outranks me; she's a General, while I am but a Major! It's really quite impressive on her part."
There's no jealously when Armstrong speaks about his sister, only a slightly fearful reverence. He is proud of Olivier's achievements; what sort of dutiful brother wouldn't be? Although with that attitude she isn't going to have much luck finding a husband...
"My other three sisters prefer more feminine pursuits, so they don't use any weapons. Although you wouldn't want to get in Catherine's way when she's playing with her piano; I've seen her launch it across the room!"