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Patches stands up and begins to look around the room again and notices a painting across the room on the wall that she didn’t remember seeing before. “Wow! That painting is really nice, I’m surprised I didn’t notice it sooner. It’s a bit crooked so I’m going to have to straighten it up once I finish cleaning up all of the dust in here.” She goes to reach into her bag and realizes she isn’t holding it. Turns out, she left it on the floor earlier so she walks over to rummage through it once again in search of more napkins. “That’s strange… I could have sworn I had more napkins than this...” She looks up from her bag and notices Kiku. The little Eevee is curled up and snoring in a fluffy nest of torn up napkins that he made. “Kiku!!!” She was almost going to scold him but his head perked up at the sound of his name and he gave her his famous innocent look. “That face gets me every time! You’re just too cute to be mad at!” She picks up her bag and begins to walk over to the painting since now she doesn’t have anything to dust with so she may as well straighten up. Mio is beginning to get restless again but keeps it to herself as Patches reaches up to adjust the painting.
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Scarcely two weeks had passed ever since the discovery of an object at a tavern frequented by the patrons of Fizzytopia and subsequent short-lived battle with an unusual fire, and some had posters up looking for some stranger wreathed in scarves and goggles, but none would find them, for the owner of said guise had long since shed it. The journey to Le Marais Noir was uneventful, of course, but then what wetlands ever were? The journey to the City of Jesters and Thieves, known locally as la Ville des Farceurs et Voleurs, less so. However, for those who visited, they would find a magnificent and colourful settlement, full of festivities and entertainment, where the rich and powerful could enjoy fine food, finer wines and the finest ladies of the night money could buy. Of course, she wasn't here for luxuria or lucrum, as she had no need for either. No, she was in the city strictly on business. The dark-haired woman had chosen to wear a knee length gown over a sturdy leather top, with a pair of trousers sewn with thin chains down their length, much like chainmail to an effect, though nothing clanked, a marriage of formal and casual in one. The gown wasn't even hers: she had permission from another to use it, with no concern if it were lost. Of course, her signature length of grey hair down her back was necessary, as it was a damn necessity for her. By the woman's side plodded a dapper Mawile, a band around the neck revealing their green eyes, an oddity for most, and yet the intimidating stance surrounding it made well sure that anyone trying to intrude upon his master would find themselves in severe pain and bleeding profusely. Her business was simple: discern whether the ornate key found within a lockbox had a use, and if so, utilise it. She had her thoughts, and felt that the design of the intricate and seemingly valuable object came from the city. It was just a case of what its purpose was, and so she sought someone who may know of it. However, she was no fool, and knew that a city with such delusions of grandeur had its dark underbelly. |
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05-31-2017, 07:07 PM | #28 | |
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The halls were dank and the stagnant air seemed to be choking the life from him. Why was he here? It was hard to think what cruel fate would befall him if he was to expire here. Wisp's fire flickered and seemed to dim. Usually the Litwick enjoyed places where the dead walked, where he could truly feast on the souls of the damned. Yet, this place was different. It was as if he didn't dare to eat the tormented souls that fell victim to this place. It was a bit worrying. Austin held Custer in his arms, the Foongus seeming to watch everything around them with a sense of fear. The teen felt like he needed to bring along the Foongus... That there was something here for the Foongus that other places couldn't offer. The poor mushroom generally stayed cooped up in the bedroom all day, too scared to leave the safety it provided. So perhaps it was just to give the Foongus a fair taste of adventure? Wisp was always with Austin, so he knew that the Litwick could encourage his fellow Unovan Pokemon when he needed to. Yet he was curious... What fate truly befell this abode?
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Truthfully, he knew next to nothing about this Le Marécage Noir place before they'd arrived, though when they'd reached their destination, he couldn't help but be a little disappointed. He could no longer recall what he had even been expecting to find here, exactly, but, standing shin deep in murky marsh water, the young trainer was certain this wasn't it. "It's not much like Kalos, is it?" Erven asked of Greg, who'd been with him since before they'd ever come to this land. The Squirtle took note of their swampy surroundings and, after a moment, shook his head, echoing his trainer's sentiment. "Yeah..." he sighed, tired from the trek. "I thought this was supposed to be some kind of sacred swamp? Seems a whole lot more swamp than sacred to me," Erven griped as he dragged his soaking feet through the muck. "You sure we're even in the right place?" he asked his partner, almost hopeful that they'd made a wrong turn and were only in some normal swamp. Greg looked up to the human, though could only offer a shrug. It wasn't as though he had a map, or had even seen one before they decided to come here. Erven groaned, though couldn't blame the Squirtle for being no help. "Well... we better check around, anyway. Maybe we'll get lucky and find some cool pokemon or something..." he muttered, trying to maintain some semblance of optimism. Last edited by neverthrive; 05-31-2017 at 11:06 PM. |
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You nudged the man in hope he would respond. Your worried words must have done something, because the man finally coughed, and then grunted. He slowly moved, his coughing turning to hacking. "P-ple..." he began to cough uncontrollably as he tried rolling onto his side. He lay still for a moment, grabbing his chest and wincing in pain with each cough, tears welling in his eyes. "My ribs... I think they're brok-" He began coughing again, a small trickle of blood beginning to seep out of his mouth. He collected himself and breathed deeply, clutching his chest, cringing. "Okay, okay... I can do this..." Missingno. Master: With questions still spinning in your mind about what you had witnessed earlier, as well as wondering where you would be able to pay tribute to the guardian, you decided looking for the forest's residents and caretakers would be your best option. 134: Upon being asked, the Houndour summoned forth a Will-o-Wisp. The puppy Pokemon closed its eyes, and a flaming orb manifested in the air to the upper right of the Pokemon, gently bobbing up and down. |
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A path has closed with the disappearance of the mausoleum, and with this Duke felt certain of at least two things. One, that the letter was indeed meant for him to find, and the other, that its content was now lost to him forever. He wondered what sort of relevance did it have with the appearance of Amelie and Yuki, if at all, though there was no point in dwelling on missed opportunities anymore. Perhaps it was best for now to try and satisfy her curiosity and see where her response would lead. Maybe it could open a window for him to shoot one or two questions of his own, and given the kind of revelations she's indirectly shared already, he had already formulated a few pointed ones of particular interest.
"My motives? I've come here because I heard the story. You know the one. The tragic tale of the two lovers. I wish to pay my respects, and I wish to learn more as well. For selfish reasons, admittedly. I'd say all I want is to mend my own aching heart, but perhaps what I really want is for it to be lost and forgotten. I'm not even sure if that's a jest... would this suffice for an answer?" Iskra starts to giddily circle the dragon tamer, sensing the sudden swell of delicious bitterness in his chest. It was her favorite as of late. Duke tried his best to mask it, blankly staring back at the red-coated lady as he tried to guage her reaction... yet, that didn't make the emotion any less real. Last edited by Balmund; 07-10-2017 at 02:32 PM. |
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Which was more than Keith could say for its residents. He saw few of them, and those that he did see, they had kind of a melancholy air about them. At least, that was what he guessed it to be. Other descriptive terms occurred to him, but melancholy was actually the least negative among them. And then there was the one villager Keith actually did approach- a drunk man who demanded that Keith seek his answers from some sort of "melittitologisht". Whoever it was, he didn't seem very fond of her, Keith noted. Moreover, he seemed to be of the opinion that the villagers shouldn't care about a guardian that doesn't care about them. He walked away, mumbling something about stupid tourists who cared about nothing but that stupid pixie bug. "...Yeesh," Meowth frowned. "Da place looks nice enough, but da people don't exactly give da best first impression." "I get what you mean, yeah," Keith nodded. "Hard to understand that guy... well, I mean, it seems like Celebi doesn't actually care much about this place, or at least that's what they perceive it as." He shook his head. "Celebi doesn't seem like the kind of Pokémon to ignore those who need it," he stated. "Maybe something's going on... the guy mentioned something about a melittologist- maybe the answer lies with bee Pokémon?" he speculated out loud. "Bee Pokémon and flowers kinda go hand in hand," Meowth agreed. "Or... leaf in stinger? I dunno. But yeah- youse might be onta sometin' dere. Where would we find dis melittologist anyways?" he asked. "Well, let's keep asking around," Keith suggested. "Maybe this time try and find someone a bit less drunk, though," he added with a slight chuckle. He and Meowth continued onward, this time in search of answers to the questions opened up by the drunkard's answers to their previous questions. Who and where was this supposedly brilliant melittologist? What was going on with the flowers? And why did the village and Celebi seem to not have anywhere near the same connection as advertised? |
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06-02-2017, 12:24 AM | #34 | |
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“My bag… My Pokemon…” the man wheezed, claiming that he lost them when the monster attacked him. “Easy, easy,” Gary replied, trying to console the man, “I’ll see what I can do about finding them; just for now take it easy and don’t stress your injuries.” His advice went in vain as the distraught man attempted to stand up with the help of a stick, only to have his legs give out and he fell back into unconsciousness. Gary was in a tough place here. He could try and help the man back to town, but without stabilizing his body he could make the injury worse. He couldn’t quite just leave the man like this either, but it might be his best bet. The least Gary could do was pull the unconscious man out of the mud and set him in a more comfortable and secured position. He quickly called Shuri the Ninjask back into her Pokeball and pulled out another, sending out his Golduck, Kratos. “Kratos, we’re in a bit of a pinch here. Can you use your Psychic to carefully lift this man? Let’s set him down against some mangrove roots with a slight incline to support his body.” Kratos nodded and closed his eyes, the gem on his forehead glistening. Gary then looked at the muddy path before them where there were a trail of footprints. Once the man was stable, he would take a quick peek down the trail without straying too far to see if he could find the man’s belongings and be on guard for whatever might pop out.
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Duke observantly turned side to side as he witnessed the graveyard revert back to a state less worn by the passing of time, and less cluttered by the housings of the dead. His eyes narrowed; it was exactly as it was forshadowed by the picture earlier, and he wondered if any, if not all of this, was the Frosslass's doing. Amelie's words echoes in his head, what exactly did she mean when she said he would never be able to leave, or, perhaps most importantly, why? Rather than jump into conclusions, perhaps it was wisest to try and draw out more answers in order to paint a clearer picture. He wasn't sure how much time he would have left in this regards.
"If by spending the rest of my days here means to bask in the presence of your beauty for eternity, then I suppose worser fates could've befallen upon me." Duke returned the same wry smile as he made light of the increasingly growing direness of his situation, always looking for a silver lining in front of adversity. His demeanor shortly turned into a more serious as he addressed her once again. If anyone would know exactly what was going on, it had to be her. Her body language did not go unnoticed by the dragon tamer, who wondered what was she feeling sorry about, better yet, why was she carrying on regardless. "I believe the very least I could ask right now is for a proper explanation, don't you think? Lady Amelie, tell me truly, what is happening right now?" Last edited by Balmund; 07-10-2017 at 02:33 PM. |
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Whether through the scientific explanation of the planet's closest position to the sun, the Arceist teachings of the dance of the Volcarona under the Original One's many arms, or the old Alolan tale of the Day of Ula'Ula's Song, where those who followed the Land Spirit Tapu Bulu offer the island their tending services for the hopes of a good harvest, the solstice was a revered time of the year. Indeed, the very sun appeared to have kept the sinful at bay, the long day providing much light over the hours for revellers. No scoundrel of any format was stopping her in her search, only the creation of man, in the form of a road crossing. The woman, in waiting with the Mawile, caught sight of something that seemed highly unsavoury to her. A man in a trenchcoat, dragging a crying girl by the arm, poor thing mustn't be older than twelve, around a corner. He hauls her to a van, white and unmarked, classic mystery vehicle, and shoves her into the back. The number plate, she doesn't fully notice, but P-five-seven stands out, for some reason. The man enters the vehicle, he drives off, in the space of two minutes. In her periphery vision, the sidewalk's signal changes. Walk. The Mawile gazes up at her with his emerald oculars. She stares down at him, the pair communicating with eye contact. The Mawile seems slightly concerned, the woman not so much. In a wretched hive such as this, kidnappings would be uncommon, but not rare, and what was to say the man wasn't trying to get her out of trouble? The Deceiver frowns, he admits the woman is correct, but motioning across the street, he feels the pair should follow, even if the vehicle is long gone. The woman, with no other plan of action, agrees, with a slight air of reluctance. She was after information on the key, not to play heroines and villains with some trenchcoat-wearing muggle. However, she had no leads other than the city, so admitted they may as well head in the same direction as the van, while taking a mental note of the number in her head. If push came to shove and the pair ended up in trouble, she was certain the steel fairy could muscle through whatever adversity. |
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Nothing about the northern wetlands was inviting, and it had taken him no small amount of inner debating before settling on this destination. Rorik had spent the majority of his life within the confines of his precious lab, so for the Professor to willingly venture onto a supposedly-haunted cemetery, it took considerable courage. Even if logic dictated that there should be no such thing as lingering spirits and vengeful souls, there was still something intangible about the supernatural that the man of science much preferred to leave untapped. And yet, I must. In the name of progress! As this gargantuan inner struggle took place, a far more laidback creature merrily made his way around the countless unkempt gravestones scattered around the area - Gottfried' Munchlax, a gift from the Heimlan Champion to the novice Professor, dutifully zig-zagged around the burial sites in search for food, unaware of the place's spiritual significance and thoroughly uncaring about silly things such as "upsetting the dead". Rorik sighed; he couldn't possibly imagine what it was like to live life with such reckless abandon. Might as well leave him be. He listens to nobody when he's hungry... Now, to begin my research! Ruling hypothesis: Pokémon who haven't experienced powerful bonds in life have a higher likelihood of lingering as resentful Ghosts. A chilly breeze swept across the Graveyard as he prepared to begin his investigation. A decidedly unnatural gust of wind charged with more than moving molecules - there was an eerie energy about that even someone as level-headed and analytical as Professor Rorik Pine could not ignore. Was this some sort of omen? Maybe some truths were best left unearthed... |
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Kawaii: Everything happened so quickly, you barely even got a proper chance to react as dear sweet Tengu was snatched from your arms. You could only ponder as to why the Croagunk would want him. Perhaps it had malicious intent, or... maybe it was actually trying to help you further your goal of restoring the young Seedot back to normal. Whatever the case was, you had to find Tengu, and fast. Your heart was pounding quickly, making your ears ring and your legs feel weak as you charged off in the direction you believed them to have gone to. Perhaps if the Croagunk actually had a good heart, as well as good intentions for Tengu; it would earn itself a spot on your team. Although at this moment, it was certainly difficult to say what was about to transpire once the kidnapper was caught.
Your other two Pokemon had suddenly taken on a serious air to themselves, they quickened their paces, running as fast as they could to keep up with you. Your Deerling made it look so effortless, while your Senret darted between the trees, scanning the area ahead long before you could ever get a proper look at it. Obviously, they too were concerned about their friend and teammate being snatched up right in front of them. They would do anything in their power to protect something that their trainer cared about, and seeing her so distraught certainly would not do. ---------------------------- Tengu sat idly in the Croagunk's arms as it carried him through the thick underbrush of the swamp. He had no idea where he was going, and he had no physical way of actually escaping from the Pokemon's clutches. He sighed, he supposed he would have to put up with it for now. Hopefully his trainer would find him soon, rescuing him from this odd Pokemon. Tengu had felt like they had been walking forever, when suddenly the Croagunk shifted away some leaves from a fallen tree trunk and moved himself inside. Tengu glanced around, the place was seemingly like that of a home, many makeshift beds made of straw and leaves lined the floors. You didn't have to ponder why there were so many for long, as dozens of other grass types slowly came out from the shadows. An Oddish in particular eyed Tengu closely, looking over him with prying eyes. "Welcome home, Seedot!" They all cheered in Pokemon speak. Tengu was bewildered as to what was going on. Had he just been indited into some sort of cult? Where were all these Pokemon's trainers? He had so many questions dancing through his mind. "We're the Celebi Squad!" The Oddish chimed in, "We grab suffering Pokemon from trainers and bring them here for protection." At that moment, Tengu realised that they had it all wrong. His blackened eyes must've made them believe that he was in poor care, and that he needed to be rescued. He only wished he could form the words to tell them as such, as they got closer to him and cheered for his freedom. Tengu can't do anything to save himself, but you most certainly can. What will you do? Morningstar: The graveyard of Forgotten Hearts as it was formally known, a once cherished location where the locals would bury their deceased ancestors was now in total and utter disarray. The darkness, as well as the bleak appearance of the graveyard contrasted greatly with your mostly pink attire --- Not that you seemed to notice or mind. The story behind the location you were heading to made your heart flutter, that poor couple had never gotten the chance to be together because of their parents and ultimately took their own lives. It was moving, to say the least, you even shed a few tears as you became engrossed in the story. Your Mawile didn't share your sentiments, she was just looking forward to an adventure through a graveyard, it was probably going to be absolutely thrilling! As well as filled to the brim with ghost types that she could gain a few levels on. The graveyard itself was certainly not what one would picture. The flowers surrounding the graves were rotting and turning to ash, it was obvious that the place had not received proper care in quite some time. You had brought some fresh flowers in the hopes of actually honouring a particular grave, it would be weird to just approach a graveyard with nothing but explorers intent. However, the bleakness of the location really dragged you down, making you wonder if you even wanted to progress forward. Continuing your walk through the dreary graveyard, almost feeling the sadness in every step you took. Why had you chosen to visit a place like this? You most certainly hadn't pictured it to be, well, exactly like what you were currently observing. You sighed, glancing around for something to take your mind off of the bleakness of the location. You noticed what looked to be a light in the distance, that seemed particularly odd, as you were quite convinced that you were the only one here. The light is certainly odd, perhaps it would be wise to investigate? What do you do? Patches: The chilliness of the room chilled you to your very core. You couldn't place why it was so cold in here, maybe it was faulty insulation in this room? Whatever the case, you really wish you had brought a jacket or sweater to wear. Luckily, your mind is able to brush off the cold as you finally find exactly what you were looking for in this manor --- the source of that putrid smell! The bag of incense smelt so awful, you pitied the owners for attempting to use such a terrible smelling object in an attempt to freshen their house. Hadn't they heard of febreeze or other air freshening products? You shrug it off, rummaging through your things and shoving the horrible smelling incense into an airlocked container inside your bag. That solves the problem of where that smell was coming from, but it doesn't quite dispel the smell entirely. You think for a few moments before placing a mint down in the spot the bag had been, if they made your breath extra minty there was hope that they could make this musty room minty as well. When you finally stand and adjust yourself, you notice the painting upon the wall. Weird, had that always been here? You can't figure out why you wouldn't have noticed such a realistic depiction of a Pokemon. It was a little crooked, and the perfectionist inside of you most certainly wanted to fix it but the room was extremely dusty and disgusting. You promised yourself that you would do it as soon as you were able to clean the dust from the rest of the room, as soon as you found your trusty napkins that was. Rummaging through your pack, you realise almost all your napkins are gone, but you could've sworn you had a whole bunch more. You notice your Eevee had made himself a nice nest of napkins that he was now snoozing in, you wanted to scold him but his cute exterior made you think twice --- how could you get mad at something that adorable? It was almost impossible. As you pick up your pack, you realise that you may as well just adjust the painting anyways, considering you have no possible way to clean the dust and grime from the rest of the room. As you move the painting, making sure it's straight, you hear the low growling once more. It certainly sounds a lot closer this time, almost as though whatever is making it is quite close to you. As you're about to brush it off, a loud hiss permeates from the painting and a large, black, clawed hand extends from inside the frame; swiping at your body. The hissing gets gradually louder, causing the walls to feel like they're shaking and warping all around you. The door to the room slams itself, and the only source of light in the room flickers out. It's just you, your Pokemon, and that weird painting now. In the darkness of the room, the gem encrusted eyes of the Pokemon in the portrait seem to glow brightly. It illuminates an outline in the floor that you hadn't noticed before, it appeared as though there was some sort of trap door in the floor. The hissing had quieted down, but after swiping at you, the portraits smile has faded. Should you go into this trap door you have found, despite not knowing where it leads? What do you do? Lit: The Manor of Lies, why had you felt drawn to such a place? The air felt heavily oppressive, almost as if walking through such a place was going to suck the very life out of you. Your body felt like it desperately wanted to come here, as if some memory buried deep was forcing you to trudge through the winding hallways of the mansion. Your Litwick, usually filled with more life in such a location, a place where he could feast uninterrupted, seemed withdrawn, even it's usually bright flame seemed to dim in the dank hallways. The Foongus in your arms shook in fear, was it really wise to bring the usually sheltered Pokemon to a place such as this? You weren't really sure of the answer, but you hoped that your Litwick's support would be enough to encourage the timid Foongus to liven up his life with a little adventure. You were curious what had actually happened here... why this mansion was the way it was, and more importantly why dark types were drawn here in such numbers. As you walked down one of the numerous expansive halls in the mansion, you found yourself drawn to a particular room. Despite the mansion being dark and seemingly devoid of life, you swore you could smell a roast cooking from this direction. Maybe it was just your mind playing tricks on you, maybe you were just hungry and dreaming about food --- but your curiosity had gotten the better of you. You walked in the direction the smell was coming from, which lead you into what looked to be a dining hall. The table held twelve chairs, all lavishly decorated with red cusions. Each placement at the table was set, holding chipped and grimy plates and rusted silverware. It was as though the manor itself was waiting for a dinner that never seemed to arrive. There was a candlestick in the centre of the table, it's three candles had been dead for quite some time, the wax had torn through the once beautiful floral table cloth. It was haunting to see such a scene, had the dinner guests left in a hurry? Or was this set specifically for an occasion that never occurred? Innumerable questions ran through your head as you attempted to figure out why. You hear the door from beyond the table open, the one that presumably leads to the kitchen. You glance over quickly, wondering if it had weak hinges and had just blown open... and that's when you notice her. A young woman in a maid outfit, her hair is long and black; done into a ponytail. She seems slightly startled when she notices you, her eyes look tired, a pale blue that reflects little emotion. "Oh... hello." She said, giving a small curtsy. "I didn't hear you come in, would you like some refreshments while you wait for master to come home?" You look at the girl, confused. You had heard this house was abandoned, who was this master she was referring to? Should you accept her offer? What do you do? |
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Kawaii rushed to the scene of this nest and stopped. She stayed hidden in the bushes and crouched by her two ccompanions. They were now her only key to getting her precious pokemon back. She addressed them, "go in there and convince them of the truth. Do not lie and do not pretend. That has failed way to many times." Her sentret and deerling nodded and emerged from the bushes. DTM made her way in first and listened for a bit before speaking up. "What if it is not the trainer's fault that the pokemon is hurt." At the very presence of his friends, life stirred in the empty shell of of her acorn pokemon. "It...is true...My...trainer did...not...do this...to...me...I was...in...the proscess... of...being traded...when...one of...the ...previous elite...four...interupted the...trade...my soul...was...already out...of...my body...and...it discipated...when...the machine...was...forced open." he gasped out. Despite the slow nature of his speach, the grass-type was able to hold the attention of the pokemon in the grassy cave. Oisín's jaw dropped wide open as Tengu slowly got to his feet. [i]"My...trainer only seeks...to help...me be the...best pokemon...I can be."[i] The seedot said confidantly. the nature of the forest wrapping around him and strengthenining him That is...why my trainer...brought me here...to have the great...magic of Celebi...make me stronger" It seemed that that was already happening as his voice got more confidant. The grass type was able to stribg more and more words togeather without pausing for breath.
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Athena drooped as she walked along the path of the graveyard. If it even could be called a path. It was overgrown with shrubs and weeds that she had to be careful not to trip on. She passed a cluster of gravestones, but the names on them were too faded with age to read. Eclair kept close, a small hand holding the edge of her trainer's skirt. This was more for Athena's own good than anything, the Steel/Fairy type wanted to make sure she could protect the girl at a moment's notice. Athena scanned the area, heaving with a sigh. She wondered if this trip was going to be eventful at all. Maybe she should have gone to La Ville instead. At least there she could go indoors and not have to be out in the cold. She suddenly found her attention drawn to something. A far off light, just bright enough to notice. Her spirits lifted instantly. Something interesting! "Eclair, you see that?" Athena said in a low voice to her Pokemon. Eclair, who had been suspiciously eyeing some bushes that had rustled in the wind, looked toward the direction Athena was pointing. "That's weird right? Let's check it out." Eclair squinted as she tried to see the light more clearly, focusing too much to listen to what her trainer was saying. It wasn't until she realized Athena had left her side that she understood what her trainer was doing. Scrambling, she quickly caught up to her and tugged frantically on her skirt. "What?" Athena looked down at Eclair shaking her head. "It's fine 'clair, come on!" The trainer bent down and picked Eclair up, much to her protesting, and continued on her way. Eclair accepted her fate and clung tight to Athena's sweatshirt, worried what the light had in store for them. Last edited by morningstar; 06-06-2017 at 08:12 PM. |
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Duke maintained his trademark poker face as Amelie tried her best to supress her laughing fit. His reaction wasn't out of lack of sympathy. In truth, he could hardly imagine how painful and maddening reliving one's own dying day over and over again would be. For how many years, nay, decades, has this been going on? And yet, if he wanted to remain objectively useful and capable, either for her or for himself, he couldn't allow himself to be clouded by an emotional lens, and to be seen as such either.
He had listened attentively to her tale, and tried in the process to make mental note of some of the relevant implications it had in regards with his situation. Firstly, it was implied that he had a fixed timeframe to work on, starting now, until the time of Amelie's untimely demise at 10:27 p.m. It's uncertain what would happen afterwards, but given what she had said earlier regarding there being no escape, he figured his fate was probably linked to hers until then. That in turn also raised the question on whether or not there had been other ones before him, and what had happened during prior instances if they had. He wasn't sure if he should ask about that, but perhaps more clues could be found later on. Lastly, there was that significant gap in time between dinnertime with her fiance and her death by "exposure". A lot could happen in nearly four hours, and perhaps it was this timeframe that was most critical in relationship with her curse. The means of death in relationship with the current wheather did not escape Duke's notice, though he figured it wouldn't be as simple to avoid. All things considered, Duke takes a a quick glance at Iskra before turning back to the rose-clad woman, waiting for her to compose herself before asking an inquiry most obvious and expected. "M'lady, how can we be of help?" Last edited by Balmund; 07-10-2017 at 02:34 PM. |
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06-08-2017, 11:38 AM | #44 | |
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Well, I’ll be... This can’t possibly be a good omen. Inherent to his profession, Rorik was both observant and capable of quick assessment. What others would have easily missed – or dismissed – as natural part of their surroundings, the Professor swiftly identified as a foreign object, albeit smartly concealed. This arrow was intentionally camouflaged. Whoever fired it knew what they were doing; if another comes flying through, will I even be able to spot it in time? Already, questions were popping up much faster than he could answer them, and he’d only been exploring the graveyard for a few minutes. Was it his professional curse, being unable to simply go where life took him without asking questions? Were regular Trainers and Coordinators also haunted by these many doubts and insecurities? Who’d fired that arrow? And for what purpose? If it was meant as a deterrent, then it made no sense to hide it in foliage; and if it was meant to hit a target, it was a safe bet that the archer had missed its mark, unless that was a practice shot – why else would anyone intentionally pierce a trunk? This is all conjectural, derivative. The one question that absolutely must be answered is: are we in danger? Immediately, his gaze shifted from the arrow to his bumbling partner, a gift from Gottfried that – at least for now – felt more like punishment: Munchlax. The ravenous little bear was as airheaded as always, completely distracted by a nearby bush filled to the brim with ripe-looking Berries. Luring him away from the meal would be a daunting task no doubt… if Munchlax displayed any interest at all in the fruits. For some reason, something else seemed to be drawing its attention! What overpowering discovery could deter him from food, of all things? This I must see! It was in his nature to be overly cautious at all times - which made it all the more ironic just how quickly he was willing to outright ignore the ominous arrow. Trapped between the mighty allure of scientific discovery (what could possibly look more appealing to a Munchlax than easily accessible Berries?) and the common sense of self-preservation, Rorik ultimately opted to sate his curiosity, risks be damned. He wouldn’t mindlessly continue waltzing willy-nilly about the area, of course, but he couldn’t walk away from this mystery either… Emulating what he’d seen countless times in war movies, Professor Pine got down on the ground and crawled his way over to Munchlax, hoping to remain out of sight of whoever might have fired the first arrow – if anyone else was even there to begin with. Ruining his lab coat in the process, Rorik moved slowly and clumsily across the dusty floor of the graveyard, firmly establishing he was definitely not a man of action. “Hey! Hey, Munchlax,” whispered the Professor as he approached, hoping the gluttonous fool would pay him the slightest bit of attention. “Get down! Are you even listening? We may not be alone out here!” Alas, his pleas were to no avail. Munchlax continue foraging through the foliage, fascinated by whatever it was that had grabbed its attention so thoroughly and completely…
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The pair stopped briefly upon noticing a discarded sweater, knotted arms hinting attachment at the waist. Whether it was the kidnapped girl's or not was of little concern to her, but what was however was the heavy landing of a man on the concrete beside her, ejected from a bar by a Mienshao of all things. She couldn't tell whether or not the man was inebriated in any way, but could practically feel the justified rage emanating from him as the Mawile stood by her in a defensive posture, horns rising just behind the head as the man slowly rose to his feet after releasing a large muscular bear, a Pangoro it seemed, to meet the bouncer, a suave type with sandy hair. The customer was most certainly far from amused, and proceeded to spit blood out...onto her boot. "...how bothersome. These boots don't clean up as well...perhaps a spot of polish would be required..." she muttered, staring at the crimson spot on the black boot with only a hint of irritance, before raising her head and addressing the two men, voice like a serpent in tone. "Gentlemen and not-so-gentlemen, what would the trouble be here? Perhaps one had too much to drink, perchance? Or a disagreement of sorts?" Awaiting the response, she was well aware the removed man would, in his infuriated state, lash out at the nearest figure, that being her. A wiggle of her fingers on her hand conveyed orders to the Mawile by her on plan of defensive action: intimidate with presence, sweet scent to soothe rage, play rough any who strikes. |
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06-11-2017, 11:47 PM | #46 |
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After wiggling the latch a bit, the mechanism released its tight grip on the sealed door with a heavy creaking noise. The door itself wasn't too difficult to lift, though, it was a bit heavier than it appeared to be. Sandaa: Kratos lifted the man gently upward and back, and then bent some of the roots of a nearby tree to form a sort of flatbed with an incline, gently laying the man down on the bed-like fixture, giving him a place to rest. He had stopped coughing, and was breathing slowly, his hands at his sides. The Golduck even took initiative and used its Psychic to tear some leaves from the canopy above, forming them into a spherical cushion and sliding the resulting pillow of leaves underneath of the man's head. What the Golduck did not expect, however, was that doing this caused four Wacan berries and three Oran berries to fall from the tree above, dropping onto your heads and bouncing onto the forest floor. Missingno. Master: The drunkard's answers seemed to only provide more questions, and finding the help you needed was appearing as though it was going to be a bit difficult. Neverthrive: Kalos, this was not. It was a bit depressing to come to that realization as you trekked through the swamp alongside your Squirtle, hoping that perhaps there was something more you would have been able to find here in the The Black Marsh to satiate your homesickness. |
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"Doesn't look like it," Keith agreed. "We probably should've asked some of those other people we saw before approaching the drunk- wha?" he added, noticing that someone was tapping him on the shoulder. This tap on the shoulder, as it happened, came from a young woman, trying to sell Keith some Honey. She seemed desperate for a customer, considering the distinct lack of travelers this village seemed to see, and offered an admittedly decent deal- three jars of Honey for only 200. Keith considered this. The woman seemed more willing to talk to him than anyone else in town. Perhaps she'd be willing to help them out. And perhaps even more willing if Keith were to help her out here. 200, after all, seemed a small price to pay for three jars of Honey, especially when served with a side of information. "Just 200 for three jars, huh?" he said. "That sounds like a fair deal to me," he conceded. He took out his wallet, produced 200 from within, and offered it to her. "Oh, uh, also," he added. "I don't suppose you could maybe tell me what's up with the flowers around here? I heard this place was supposed to be so vibrant and full of life, but it looks like something's wrong, and nobody else has been able to tell me much. I mean, if it's something I could potentially help out with, I'd like to know just how I could help, y'know?" he said. |
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06-13-2017, 04:58 PM | #48 | |
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It had felt like they'd been slogging through the swamp all day, though to the best Erven could tell, only an hour or so had passed since they had set out to explore this place. Everything was damp, even the air, and the sensation of it was beginning to become oppressive, so much so that Erven didn't immediately notice the distant sound of music over the sloshing of their steps. Greg could detect something, though couldn't quite recognize it for what it was. This change in the pokemon's demeanor was enough to alert his trainer, and Erven stopped, Greg soon following suit. The human tilted his head to focus on the sounds of the surrounding swamp, and was slightly surprised at what he found. "That- that's music, right?" he asked of Greg, as if to clarify whether or not he'd gone insane. Greg nodded, slowly, in the affirmative, believing he was hearing the same as well. "That's not what I was expecting to find out here, but music means there's people, so... let's see where that's coming from," Erven resolved and began moving ahead once more with new found vigor, the idea of finding civilization, and by extension, somewhere more dry than the swamp driving him onward. The further along they traveled, the louder the melody became, so they were certain they were heading in the right direction, Erven's curiosity regarding the origins of the noise only swelling with the volume. Greg was quite indifferent to it all --the squirtle could have spent all day in the swamp as he felt right at home-- only following his trainer out of a sense of loyalty to him. |
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After looking around for a smooth rock, Gary carefully ground up two of the Oran Berries into a salve, which he then spread on the man’s wounds. He then slowly squeezed the final Oran Berry into the man’s mouth, hoping it would be enough to heal him. He pocketed the four Wacan Berries in hopes of finding a use for them another time. Taking one last look over the man to make sure he was secured and comfortable, Gary and Kratos set off down the path, following the muddy footprints. Unfortunately for Gary and Kratos, after about twenty minutes walking the weather took a turn for the worse, the sudden downpour completely washing the man’s footprints away. Gary’s eyes strained to see the trail in front of him, focusing too hard on the trail ahead of them to notice his own footing. One bad step, and the trainer suddenly took a slip down a muddy slope as he yelped in shock. Looking around at his surroundings, Gary saw that we was now in some kind of swamp as Kratos carefully slid down the hill to join his trainer. “Shit,” Gary cursed under his breath as he examined the swamp. He needed to get back to the rocky shore, he thought while trying to get his bearings back. Gary then snapped out of his thoughts as he felt something rough brush past his leg. It then happened again, followed by a series of jagged yellow dorsal fins poking out of the water. “I recognize those fins,” Gary called out, making very slow movements to back up as they began to converge on their location. “Those are undoubtedly Carvanha. I’d like to study them more, but this is hardly the time for that. What I do know is that they’re attracted to frantic movement, like splashing. Let’s use that to our advantage, Kratos. Use a Mud Bomb off to the side to attract their attention with a big splash. If that doesn’t work, shoot out a Confuse Ray to disorient them.” As Kratos nodded, Gary looked around for something to grab onto to pull him out of the swamp.
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So why would Hyrem bring an entire party full of female reptiles (and one amphibian) to a swampy environment? Well, because they're all quite suited to this kind of an area for one! The other was because Amethyst wanted her children to go on an adventure since they hadn't gone on one yet. Nissa and Henrietta were also pretty eager to come to this place when they heard about it, and Wendy was the better Flying Pokemon for this zone than Icarus was; in fact, the Skarmory refused to take them to a place with so much moisture that he would risk his metallic body being waterlogged just from being near this place (his words, not mine!). In any case, the Black Bayou seemed the ideal adventure spot for the team he brought, and he might as well poke around in the swamp said to be a favorite place for Celebi to hang out. Because it would be nice to meet a Legendary Pokemon and not have it try to bring an entire ocean down on an island. Right now, however, it was time to take a break, so he looked for the closest tree that had some sort of dry land to sit next to and bring his Pokemon around him so they would all have a place to rest and eat; after all, he didn't want the food capsules he brought with various types of dead bugs, fish, and meat inside them to be left unused!
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