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Post by noelani palm on May 20, 2018 21:07:58 GMT -5
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THE FACT THAT Chance had become uncomfortable with the scientist's topic evaded her entirely, mellow smile lingering at her lips as the other folded his arms in front of his chest, preparing himself for an explanation.[break][break]
The swimmer's lashes fell in a slow blink as the man cleared his throat, bright green eyes searching between the man's hazel ones as he began in his interpretation. Her smile fell slightly, lips pursing softly in contemplation as she turned her thoughts over his words carefully, analyzing and comparing them alongside her own knowledge. The woman's eyes didn't leave his even as his gaze hopped between her own vision and that of her pokémon's, watching on in thoughtful curiosity as he continued. Kitten, as the trainer may have expected by now, seemed less interested in what he had to say, fangs tearing meager bites from the flesh of his slice of fruit and chewing at them lazily.[break][break]
Her gaze rolled sidelong to glance toward her Meowth as Chance asked for some form of affirmation from the woman, still picking the idea apart in her mind.[break][break]
❝ Hmmmm, ❞ she hummed, still staring toward Kitten, the cat's eyes never leaving the trainer in front of him.[break][break]
❝ I think I've heard that theory. ❞ Her tone was airy and light as her gaze lifted upward, searching the empty blue sky overhead.[break][break]
Her hand moved to bring a slice of pineapple to her lips, allowing for another bite of the fruit as she stared blankly into the heavens. She was lost in her calculations.[break][break]
Kitten's eyes withdrew from Chance to glance to his master in incredulous disapproval, reaching his paw out to offer her back her phone. The gesture was enough to snap her from her daze, words finally finding their way to her mouth. [break][break]
❝ Or? — Is it a philosophy? ❞ she softly questioned, her hand moving to tuck her pineapple ring between her teeth. Her hand dropped to wipe its fingers against her stomach yet again, clearing them of juice before reaching to reclaim her cellphone from her partner.
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Post by Chancelor McQueen on May 20, 2018 23:59:01 GMT -5
" Aren't theories and philosophies the same?" He questions with a puzzled tone, attempting to find the answer himself. " I mean, more or less, y'know? Both are teachings people follow to find their own answers, yeah?" The teenager suddenly stretches at the end of those few words spoken. Arms being raised overhead, stretching them to their absolute limit—the sleeveless hoodie he wore being rose by the hem exposing a little hint of ebony skin underneath it. Once fully stretched, arms would be lowered and the rotating of his neck would begin in attempt to stretch and loosen the stiffness out of it. " Are you not a believer of Pokémon playing a large role in the advancement of civilization?" He asks, truly intrigued by the professors response. Everyone believed in something; may it be the science explanation or a higher entity being the explanation, Chancelor wondered which end of the spectrum Palm fell under. ✝ tag(s) - noelani palm . ✝ notes - why this getting so deep tho? . |
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Post by noelani palm on May 21, 2018 11:17:44 GMT -5
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PINEAPPLE STILL CAUGHT between her lips, she shook her head, her hand reaching down to return the gadget in its hold to its rightful place. She busied herself with her dufflebag's zipper a moment as she considered her own reply, her now freed hand lifting itself up to relieve her of the fruit inspiring her silence.[break][break]
❝ They're different, ❞ she assured, though she wouldn't explain straight away. Her attention drifted back toward Chance, the cat at her shoulder having finished his bit of fruit and begun the work of licking his paw clean.[break][break]
❝ I don't think anyone could deny the contributions of pokémon to human civilization and culture, ❞ she stated plainly, thoroughly convinced of her words. ❝ I question whether it is their instinct to do so - or if it is simply the instinct of a human to wish to learn as much as they can from the natural world around them. ❞[break][break]
Her gaze turned toward her partner, searching over his furry figure with a lazy stare. ❝ Philosophy searches the things unreachable by scientific theory. It's not based on the numbers and laws of tangible things. It peers into — ❞[break][break]
She paused a moment as her attention wandered off toward the side, mind working quickly to check through its stores in search of the proper terms. ❝ Morality. Justice. And matters of the heart. ❞ Her lingered toward the horizon as she pondered over her own explanation. ❝ Science seems unable to fully quantify these. ❞
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Post by Chancelor McQueen on May 21, 2018 13:20:28 GMT -5
The teenager couldn't help but find himself smiling at the words spoken by the professor. This conversation may had made him uncomfortable, but it was always nice to learn more and further understand how a person views the world. The strict teachings that guide this young martial artist tell him to learn what he can, seize everyday to the utmost fullest potential, and never stray from the path one has set for themselves. Chancelor's path brought him to Johto—to learn, to evolve as a person; to fully transition from kid to adult; from boy to man. Just talking to this professor made him realize how vast the world really was, and, if more people like palm inhabited it, he'd truly find himself and the inner enlightenment he is secretly after. He looks at the professor like one would look at a hero or someone they admire to be when they come of age. His eyes are bright, full of wonder, admiration, and glee. A big pearly white smile slowly morphs his face—the teenager probably looks like a complete idiot smiling so suddenly, but he didn't notice nor did he really care. Her words resonated with him even if he didn't agree with certain aspects. Unbeknownst to the young professor, she told him more about herself than she may have even begun to realize. But then he finally speaks, words coming out very airy and almost hypnotic. " You're amazing..." Chancelor suddenly blinks, his innermost self slapping needed sense into him and snapping himself out of the self induced trance. The boy shakes his head and takes a step back, hands raised, shaking frantically from side to side. " That came out wrong as fuck!" He spits vulgarly, words rapid like a bullet seed from the mouth of a Heracross. " I mean your heart. You have an amazing heart and your passion for your craft is awe inspiring. Nothing more. Nothing less." He takes a deep breath, clutching his chest in a mock and melodramatic gesture. Chancelor stands up straight, clears his throat, and tries his absolutely hardest to forget any of that just took place—he secretly hopes Palm would do the same too. " Instinct is Instinct, y'know? That's how you know something is alive, has a conscious, has a soul and feeling. It's human instinct to learn, to question, to become the best they can be. Some of these questions don't have answers, but just because you don't have the needed answers doesn't mean the question can go unanswered... At least to a certain degree. 'Morality. Justice. And matters of the heart.' As you said, y'know? According to pops', anyway." Broad shoulders are shrugged, " You really think science can't follow that same way of thinking? I agree there is a divide in the two, but mankind has been divided all throughout history yet we prevail," air-quotations when he says ' prevail'—indicating he feels a certain type of way about humankind and their impact on the world and Pokémon. " if you think the two are separate, do you think they can, I dunno', see eye to eye and coexist as one?" Fingers are interlocked at the end of his words, a universal gesture for unity and brotherhood. ✝ tag(s) - noelani palm . ✝ notes - why this getting so deep tho? . |
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Post by noelani palm on May 21, 2018 15:53:59 GMT -5
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IT TOOK A long moment for the woman to realize the boy had been grinning at her, too lost in her own thoughts to take note of his expression, but as she did a meek smile of her own pulled at her lips, a sandaled foot lifting from the ground to tuck itself back behind its partner in a shy gesture. His praise was met with a gentle laugh, her hand drawing upward slowly to mask it behind its cover. She did her best to quell it as he took a sharp step back in his embarrassment, her gaze softening on him as the upturn of her lips waned to one more sympathetic.[break][break]
Her gaze fell to her chest at the mention of her heart, mind taking a brief moment to register the true use of the word despite her just having used it in the same sense herself. She was truly flattered by the compliment, as the slight inward draw of her shoulders may have indicated.[break][break]
Bright green eyes searched the ground as he drew in a deep breath, the clearing of his throat dragging her focus slowly upward again.[break][break]
She listened intently to his musings, sleepy, attentive gaze easily masking the fact that she didn't fully understand his line of reasoning. It mattered little either way however, as his next question made the misinterpretation between the two clear.[break][break]
The proclaimed professor tilted her head as her focus eased over Chance's expression in idle calculation, pressing her pinky finger to the corner of her lips in thought, careful to prevent getting the juice of the fruit in her grip anywhere aside from her fingers.[break][break]
❝ They have to, ❞ was the answer, as simple and straightforward as her conviction itself. The words alone meant nothing however, and given Chance's spirit she felt inclined to offer context.[break][break]
❝ Science without ethic results in loss. Ethic without science results in loss, ❞ she explained, the concept coming easily to her. She realized, however, it may not come easily to everyone. Her gaze pulled away as she withdrew her hand, emerald eyes fixing themselves on the round shape of her pineapple slice as she held it a short ways in front of her as a point of focus. [break][break]
❝ To — prevail? ❞ she questioned, her eyes pulling themselves up toward Chance as she experimented with his own term.[break][break]
❝ We must strive for a balance of both. Ethic to temper science. And science to temper ethic. ❞[break][break]
❝ Um — ❞ she added, uncertain of her clarity. ❝ Does that make sense? ❞[break][break]
Kitten appeared to have lost interest in the conversation, his eyes rising to stare blankly down the road.
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Post by Chancelor McQueen on May 22, 2018 14:07:26 GMT -5
He understood where she was coming from, granted, he couldn't explain what he believed she meant if put on the spot, but, deep down, he liked to think he understood if only a little. " So why the divide?" He asks without missing a beat, " Why is it so hard for folks to accept one way of thinking without think their way is superior or the 'right' way?" Again, he put air-quotations over the word right to add an extra hint of emphasis to drive the point home. " I'm not trying to get off topic here, professor. But we seem to be on the same page, more or less. We may not agree fully with one another, but everything that you have said so far it resonates with me, y'know? It makes me think, it makes me question, and it makes me realize this isn't as simple as day or night." Fingers were still interlocked to show the unity between them despite the slight differences between them. " Balance is the key to the universal. The equilibrium, y'know? So I understand even if I don't fully get it because I know how important balance is." He suddenly chuckles, a hand running up and down the back of the neck. " This shit is givin' me goosebumps!" Chancelor adds, eyes shifting back upon the bored looking Meowth." I'm sorry, but I have to ask... I've seen a lot of Pokémon in my day, but I have yet to an Meowth like yours... Is he sick or somethin'?" ✝ tag(s) - noelani palm . ✝ notes - why this getting so deep tho? . |
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Post by noelani palm on Jun 4, 2018 8:06:45 GMT -5
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AT FIRST THE trainer could only blink at the question, lips drawing into a thoughtful pout as the man continued on. The idea of conflict between the two schools of thought was foreign to the woman, her blank, airy gaze reflecting only the slightest hint of confusion as she continued in quiet an analysis of his words.[break][break]
Her focus dropped to his fingers as he locked them together in visible demonstration of his thoughts, lingering there as she listened in reflective silence. The rim of the circle of pineapple in her hold drew her gaze downward again, the ring being brought to her mouth for a final bite, his inquiry regarding her Meowth bringing her eyes to turn sidelong to the feline as her fingers popped themselves one by one into her mouth to relieve them of their sheen of juice. The cat didn't seem all too pleased with the insinuation, arching an incredulous furry brow high over his eye as he stared toward the man, lips set in an arrogant frown.[break][break]
The 'professor' didn't understand the cause for the question.[break][break]
Her eyes peeked over the pokemon's figure carefully, searching the whites of his eyes, the shine of his coin, and the felt-like fur of his inner ear for any sign of malaise. Finding nothing she centered her attention on the Meowth's slivered pupils.[break][break]
❝ Are you not feeling well? ❞ she questioned, tone pitching the slightest bit higher in her confusion. The pokemon failed to give sufficient answer, turning his face toward his trainer to let his shoulders rise and fall in a lazy, careless shrug as he held a helpless paw pads upward in a gesture of uncertainty. His uncertainty seemed less with his current health and more with his master's observational skills.[break][break]
Seeing he finally had his trainer's full attention his paw rose out toward the east, a pair of digits curling inward to point a claw in the direction - a less than subtle reminder that the cat and his trainer had places to be.[break][break]
Noelani only smiled at the realization that she had been side tracked, the slight upturn of her lips turning back toward Chance as she spoke. She appeared to have lost track of their conversation entirely.[break][break]
❝ It was nice meeting you, ❞ was the rather abrupt excusal, her hand rising to face her fellow trainer in a friendly bid of farewell. ❝ I'll make sure to contact the professor for you, ❞ she assured, having managed to retain that thought, at least.[break][break]
She only allowed for the briefest response before peeking her eyes toward the couple lamenting their tortured inn, her attention retracted fully to her own thoughts. With a small step back she turned and set off. Appeased, Kitten's arm fell, his paw resting at his hip as his eyes lifted toward the road, tail bobbing with each small step his perch took.[break][break]
The thought of sharing her pineapple never crossed her mind.
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