legendofred:

There was no forgetting that red hair, smug smile, and strange, strange cape. Not under Red’s circumstances, anyways. The infamous champion of the Indigo Plateau, the most renowned dragon tamer, and the next to last person Red had battled during his conquest of the Elite Four. Lance the dragon tamer, the present champion of Kanto and Johto. Unfazed and unimpressed by the smug smile and fluttering cape- why did he wear a cape, anyways? For grandeur? - Red simply lifted his hand in greeting. 

Were they going to have a conversation? Probably not, unless it counted when only one of them was talking. In response to this, Red just shrugged. 

Don’t judge the cape. The cape’s not judging you. 

Red as far as he was aware has never been the chatty type and one fact rings true was that talk never measured how good a pokemon trainer one could be. Red’s title was earned. He’s watched Red and his team grow. The greeting as far as Lance analysed was dry, almost bored. He was caught between inquiring as to whether that was a factor of Red’s stoic personality or perhaps the previous statement rubbed him the wrong way. 

There was a level of respect on Lance’s part. 

“I must say it’s been a while,” he’ll offer politely

(Source: dragonized)

Lance noted a number of these faces as familiar. Others were undoubtably completely unknown to him and others he’d heard about in passing. It’s the marks of being Champion. Paying attention to those making names for themselves was an aspect of it. Amongst other attributes that were garnered with the title - things that were considered part of the job description was the stalwart need to put yourself out there. An almost arrogance (or perhaps pride) to it. 

Which is why he opens every conversation with a smug smile. His cape fluttering behind him. 

“Are we going to have a conversation?” 

Lance’s Dragonite will move to take the berry and stare at it in utter confusion. Lance moves to makes his way to the bush where the Eevee hid. He knows the size difference, would naturally, be a cause for intimidation. 

”- there, there -,” Lance will coax and at the back of his mind think: although, you’re right - you have every right to fear when dragons are involved. 

He puts those facts into perspective. Koga could be tricky - was tricky. Side effects of being a ninja, Lance concurs. Granted, he does probably see Koga a bit more then Janine in comparison. 

“You’re dad has a habit of not being seen,” he’ll reply smoothly. “I can’t guarantee the food won’t spoil.”  

Hi! So just doing this first. I’m Julya and I’m playing Lance from the games. This is my first time playing on a Pokemon exclusive game (and Lance) so it should be pretty interesting! I usually do the whole livejournal/dreamwidth rp thing but this isn’t my first tumblr game. I used to be part of upm. * G*

if anyone wants/needs to reach me - i’m available on skype under outdreamt or alternatively, on plurk under tealeaves or via messages.

Anyway, I’ll be tossing up an open post shortly so if anyone wants to sync up headcanons, I’d be more happy too! c: 

If I take a while to reply feel free to give me a nudge and i’m tracking the ‘dragonized’ tag if you wanna start up anything with me! 

That said, I’ll be tossing up an open rp post in a bit! c: 

He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
But still lies pointed as it plowed the dust.
If we who sight along it round the world,
See nothing worthy to have been its mark,
It is because like men we look too near,
Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,
Our missiles always make too short an arc.
They fall, they rip the grass, they intersect
The curve of earth, and striking, break their own;
They make us cringe for metal-point on stone.
But this we know, the obstacle that checked
And tripped the body, shot the spirit on
Further than target ever showed or shone. 

- The Soldier, Robert Frost