OOC: This is my first time posting in a free-RP zone, so bare with me and hopefully we can create some nice stories together. I wanted to use this chance to get some RPing done with my lesser used Pokemon, so here goes nothing!
Charm calmly strolls through the park, blankly looking around, already forgetting his purpose here. The young trainer has been putting too much pressure on himself lately, with all the high-risk adventures and life-threatening situations. It almost felt odd to not be chased down by a swarm of Combee or escaping a volcanic explosion for once. The trainer brushes his dark hair to the side with his hand, starting to realize how long it has grown as of late. Being on the road doesn't give one much time to think about the trivial aspects of life, but Charm has come to like his new messy look that he's adopted since leaving the farmlands of Hoenn that he once called his home. He is donning a dark green t-shirt and a pair of black jeans, a silver chain hanging loose on his waist for the sake of accessorization.
He has felt free since leaving his home a year and a half ago. He no longer worked like a machine for each day of his life, and he appreciated the escape from farm life. He continued walking, mulling over the days at the family farm, so lost in his thought that he didn't pay attention to anything around him. Before he knew it, he saw a vast body of water in front of him, this could only be Mystic Lake, he presumes. "Welp. I guess I'll just lay here for a while," he mutters to himself, reaching for his Pokeballs in search of some company. He pulls three out at random before doing a quick inspection. "Heh, these guys could use some sunlight," he says before chucking the Pokeballs into the air. Out of them pops Don the Murkrow, Gilan the Absol, and Riff the Corphish.
"Good afternoon, Master Charm. How may I help you on this fine day?" the Murkrow casually greets, his French accent heavily displayed in his English. Don is the only member on Charm's team who's capable of speaking English, something the trainer found very odd, yet intriguing the day he hatched him. He has no idea where the accent comes from, however. "Nothing, Don. We're taking the day off. I just thought you guys could use the fresh air." "As you wish, Master," Don says with a smirk, cackling a short laugh soon after that Charm ignores. He looks to his other Pokemon. Gilan, his newest addition to the team greets with a friendly, "Ab-sol!" before coming over to Charm for a pat on the head. Gilan is quite open and friendly compared to other Absol, and Charm couldn't help but pat the little Disaster Pokemon's noggin, carefully avoiding the curved head blade. He then looks to Riff, who's stares blankly at Charm as if he doesn't know what's going on. "Same old Riff," he says, smiling. "Same old stupid Riff," Don says with a laugh. Riff ignores the comments, before jumping into the lake. The Corphish is rather dim-witted and often lost in his own thoughts, if he had any, but he's proven his competence in battle time and time again, so Charm had much respect for him in that regard.
The trainer sits back onto the soft grass after a deep breath, looking out to the lake. Gilan reclines next to him, imitating his new trainer and staring into the enchanting lake. Riff floats around aimlessly in the water, while Don perches himself onto Charm's shoulder, whistling some tunes and carefully looking around, smiling mischeavously at the sights around him. Charm sometimes wonders what goes through that Murkrow's head. Don usually shows the utmost respect and admiration for his trainer, but he's rather mean to his fellow teammates. Charm also can't help but feel that the dark bird is always plotting something. That'll be something he'll have to settle at another time, he decides. Today is all about relaxation, and yet he can't help but feel bored at the lack of excitement.