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Blades and Butterflies
 
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Still, even the wicked demoness Minerva was a small and innocent child, once - a child who looked to her mama with adoring eyes, who wore the beautiful dresses that mama sewed for her, whose tiny fingers were carefully, gingerly kissed and bandaged whenever she pricked herself while trying to learn the craft. Warm memories of those halcyon days drift through Minerva's mind. She loved her mother, once... and maybe she still did. She looked like her mother. She sewed like her mother. Inherited her mother's eyes, her curiosity, her wild thoughts, her darkness... but beyond that darkness, she was a loving woman once, and perhaps there was healing to be had in remembering her in those moments. Bia, on the other hand, had a much simpler upbringing in the wild. Mother Bear was big and warm and fluffy. Sometimes, her paws were soaked with honey; sometimes, her paws were soaked with blood. Bia was always well fed, either way. Mother Bear nursed, she protected, she taught how to hunt and survive. Bia remembers the taste of Basculin fished fresh from the river - the success of a catch, displayed proudly to her mother. The warmth of the life leaving the creature as she bit down. It was a bit like the bread, that warmth, as the abundance of life does not exist without death - somewhere, there is a wheat field that mourns for the stalks that would feed them. Not that Bia thought about this, really - it was something she understood in her stomach, in her bones, in the powerful body her mother had taught her to nourish. The woman and bear are given their measurements by the tall and motherly sister, and though the process is slightly uncomfortable at times, Minerva was not entirely unused to it - her own mother, after all, was a talented seamstress, and had to measure her little girl frequently as she grew. As for Bia, she was patient throughout this process, even eager - Sister Bia? Well, why not! With the measuring out of the way, Sister Thandiwe invites Minerva to sit beside her while she works on their habits. The white-haired woman nods in response, grinning a bit. "Thank you so much! I'd be happy to," Minerva says, carefully picking a needle, some thread, measuring tape, scissors, and fabric that matches as closely to Fuzzykins' shade and texture as she can find. She also grabs some scraps to replace lost stuffing and fill Fuzzykins out a bit - she wouldn't be able to feed him any of the bread, but she could still make him nice and plump again! Gingerly setting the plush toy down on the table, she begins measuring and cutting out some cloth for patches, which she can whip stitch onto Fuzzykins to mend the larger holes. Smaller holes could be ladder stitched shut without the help of additional fabric, but better to address the larger swaths of repair first, to give some structural stability. Bia, meanwhile, keeps her eyes on the bread... To make sure it doesn't burn, of course. "Sister, I must admit... I'm really impressed by your talents in both baking and sewing. Did you arrive here already possessing these skills, or did you receive tutelage? Because, uh -" Minerva blushes a bit. "I must admit to some trepidation at baking. Sewing, I am happy to do, but baking is... well." Minerva sighs. "It's... just something I've always struggled with learning."
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While the Grove proved to not show her, they were able to track her down to a giant cave with the wind. It certainly seemed like a useful skill, for the Cottonee to be able to tell how things were going from how the wind blew. Especially if there was an air of danger. From Waffle's acute hearing, Leo learned through Uxie that the princess indeed was in the cave. For what reason, none of them could properly concern. Though, the Nuzleaf soon began to tremble, seeming afraid of what lurked within the depths. So terrified, it requested to go back to get reinforcements. "Hmm... We should try and go in before she'd endangered. But, backup is always good in a bad situation. Pie, why don't you go with the Nuzleaf to get those reinforcements. Waffle, Custard, Glace, and I will go on ahead and see if we can track her down," Leo stated, coming up with a sound strategy. "Uxie, do what you feel is best," Leo talked to the Kadabra before looking at the cotton puffball. "If you wanna come with me, I'll hold you tightly okay? But if you're afraid, it's more than fine to go back to safety. Once he got the Cottonee's response, Leo headed into the cave with the squad he stated. He felt an ominous force at play here, as if he'll have to face some sort of trial before he could find the princess. Well, this is his best team for the job. Taking a deep breath, he ventured forth.
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01-04-2022, 09:18 PM
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Insanity
Join Date: May 2013
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Kanna places the crystal onto the alter, silently forgiving her lover for the sin she just committed. But, the sacrifice worked. She was able to get the key fragment and had the lantern as well. All she needed to do was find the exit... Or not. She suddenly feels the ground give away, and she ends up flying down a tube. --- Yufi, realizing her haste in the last puzzle, uses her swift attack against the levers. The speedy stars all hit the levers, quickly creating a path up towards the key fragment. She had almost no time to get there with how she did this, and these burst forth with her extreme speed. Jumping across the path, she notices that the platform before the key disappeared before her eyes. With determination, she uses her VeeVee Volley and manages to grab the key before falling into the abyss. Though, she feels oddly safe and powered up. Yufi has gained a level for her fast thinking! --- Kief, taking his rest, notices the ceiling begin to shake. Two holes open up, and two very familiar faces pop out. Both of them holding their own lanterns and keys, seeming to have passed their own trials. The three reunite and catch up, before seeing a treasure coffer soon rise up from the floor. Opening it up, the trio finds a bag of Stardust, a Choice Scarf, and a Mystic Water. Each item seems related to the trial they all had just faced. All that was left was to figure out a way to open the door and finish the boss together to save the monk's spirit. How do they proceed? Marion- The word "mother" brings up some bad, traumatic memories that.. well... basically set you down the path that ended with you being here. Bia, meanwhile, had a much simpler, and happier, time with her upbringing. Yet, these memories were best kept silent. At the very least, you were given permission to use the sewing supplies while talking with Sister Thandiwe. Bia, taking the important role as bread watcher, you begin to sew up Fuzzykins. While it takes some quick, nimble finger work to make sure his form stays the same, you feel very proud of the achievement of repairing him to his original state. Well, besides the sort of obvious new threading. But, well, not everyone is perfect. "In my tribe, my family were the best weavers. We were tasked with clothing everyone and keeping the sacred traditions of our garb. While I love it, I could not fulfill what was expected out of me there. I wished not to be taken as a bride," she answers your question, before realizing she is divulging too much. "As for baking," she glances at Bia, quickly changing the subject. "that is something that is taught from your soul. I learned the basics from the other sisters, but those are simply building blocks. It is up to you to build something out of them. Burning things is natural as you start to learn." You then see her set down two sets of habits and dresses, finishing roughly when your finish up Fuzzykins. She looks at you, giving a warm, reassuring smile. While plain, you could see the minute details that truly gave off the aura of "Sister." It was an invitation to partake in this sacred garb. "There is much darkness in your heart. You may not be ready now, but these robes have the power to release and renew. I know not why, but it's comfortable and easy to wear. So much so, you don't feel nearly as burdened. You two should finish your task, and once you are done Sister Minerva, there will be bread for you," Thandiwe states to you. You and Bia have received a Nun's Habit with the II insignia in the center, and a Nun's Dark Blue Dress. You may claim this in the boutique for Bia free of charge. Anyways, best return Fuzzykins to Ella. You have spent longer here than you realized, after all, and abandoning a little girl is probably a bad idea. What do you do?
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Blades and Butterflies
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Bia's ears visibly perk at the subject of baking. Clothing, weaving, tribes, tradition... None of these things were of interest to Bia. But the baking of bread, Bia knew, had the direct consequence of eating bread, and Bia was very fond of baked goods, provided they weren't of the sweet variety. She listens carefully to Sister Thandiwe's experiences, though it's hard to tell how much of it she understands, exactly. Even so, the bear nods with a purposeful expression, seeming resolved to make her own attempts at baking bread as soon as she is given the opportunity to do so. Her trainer doesn't look quite as confident, but still seems relieved that some ruined loaves would be expected as she learned. The daunting task of learning to bake would have to wait, however - there was sewing to be done, and both Sister Thandiwe and the newly ordained Sister Minerva had their work set out for them. Eventually, the latter grins, satisfied with her work on Fuzzykins. True, the threads of his repair were visible for all to see, but Minerva believed the plush should wear his scars with pride. Visible new threads were the sign of a survivor. A fighter. One who weathered the years with pride, and was willing - eager, even - to weather many, many more. Sister Thandiwe, too, finishes her project, giving Sister Minerva a warm and reassuring smile. Despite the simplicity of the robes which Sister Thandiwe had made, the craftsmanship was exquisite; the small details betray a greater level of skill required to perfect such attire, elevated from simple robes to sacred garb. That there was much darkness in Minerva's heart - even with her newly acquired Sisterhood - went without saying. It would take more than comfier clothing and wise words to alleviate those burdens, but every little bit of help was greatly appreciated, and Minerva's genuine smile and respectful bow of the head to Sister Thandiwe communicate that deep appreciation. "Thank you so much, Sister... for everything," Minerva says, eyes glistening with emotion. "I truly look forward to breaking bread with you." As Minerva rises from her seat and gathers the robes, she gives Fuzzykins a quick hug test, embracing him in order to make sure his new repairs hold fast. In this moment, she feels this nagging sense of time - that she has spent more time than she intended, that Ella was waiting - the general, nebulous, intuitive sense of time, unmeasured, but felt. More than that, though, there is a sense of deja vu - no. Something more than that. An echo - a memory - something snagged in the weave of time. What time is it? A simple enough question, which should - in theory - have a simple enough answer. Surely, she could check her watch, and the answer would be right there in front of her... But that was the question, wasn't it? Had she arrived at the Cathedral during the day, or at night? How many minutes had passed? How many hours? How many days, even? Was it moments or months? Sun or rain? Spring or Fall? AHEAD BEHIND AND RIGHT ON TIME - Sometimes, she felt like she was in two places at once. Sometimes, she felt like she was nowhere at all. But that didn't matter right now, did it? All that mattered - all she had - was this singular moment, and she could not waste it. It was time to get back to Ella, and return Fuzzykins to his best friend. Even so... She couldn't help but feel like there was another stuffed rabbit, somewhere - that there was something familiar about this situation. Well, no matter. There was simply no time to entertain such thoughts. ((OOC: Claiming the Nun's Habit with the II insignia in the center, and a Nun's Dark Blue Dress. Thank you!!))
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For those who are drawn here by the prospects of relics and meteorites, this harsh environment forces one to judge their needs and wants; To balance between having enough provisions to survive in the desolate dunes, and having enough space to lug back the treasures she finds. Every step taken, every glance at the compass, it all had to be taken with the utmost care to ensure she would return to TLAD in one piece. Even checking the requisition form came at the risk of the wind ripping it from her fingers and scattering it to the sands. Certainly, Ed hasn’t given her an easy job this time around, but it isn’t anything she can’t handle. She just needs to press onward through the day. Just keep pressing onward, until those stone outcroppings are on her horizon at last... Lucia rides a wave of loose sand down to the bottom of a dune, only to be faced with climbing yet another one. She knows her heading, and she knows that she’s getting somewhere however slowly, and yet the steady, unrelenting heat of the beating sun is a cruel manipulator. It wears on her mind and body, attempting to trick her into believing that she is stuck wandering the same dunes, their surfaces wiped away by any trace of her recursive path by the wind... And so it is when she crests the next dune, Lucia is faced with a reassurance of her progress, though not a happy one: Footprints in the sand, currently in the process of being erased, lead her gaze along the ridge of the dune and eastward into a rocky plain. Where the trail ends, she spots a man collapsed in the sand, practically half-buried by the sandstorm that recently passed. The flaps of his white lab coat and long, black hair wave to her like a banner. An unconscious SOS, from one wanderer to another. What will Lucia do?
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Dragon's Tears
 
Join Date: Apr 2007
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Lil'twick – Seeing Nuzleaf's nervous response, you weigh your options before deciding to divide your team in hopes of conquering your goal quicker. Sending your Snorlax back with the guard (who bows gratefully in relief) to fetch further reinforcements, something in you senses another strange temporal disturbance as Pie's presence leaves your sight, but quickly shake it off to turn your attention to the awaiting aperture. Taking stock of your remaining group, while you're confident in your own crew's capabilities you address the two newest "recruits" to gauge their willingness. Cottonnee looks a little concerned but gathers its courage, puffing up bravely as it indicates readiness. Uxie, on the other hand, gazes pensively at the portal before nodding.
"I detect a powerful protective magic within... Perhaps, our purposes align here after all." The Kadabra muses cryptically as it advances ahead. Shrugging, you follow after, descending cautiously into the cavern's depths as darkness steadily envelops. Soon you can barely see a few feet in front of you, only aware of the sound of Custard's wingflaps bringing up the rear and Glace wrapped securely around your neck so as not to get separated, along with Cottonee's warm wool clinging to your hair for comfort (causing static to tickle every once in a while). While Waffle doesn't have as much trouble navigating thanks to his sensitive hearing, the leader eventually notices you struggling and starting to lag behind. To prevent losing stragglers it lifts its spoon up high like a lighter - bending it slightly with a *click* to produce a soft psychic glow, dispelling dimness. Thankful for even a small source of illumination, you trail after the silver lantern through the winding tunnels, trusting in the two tour guides' direction without any other leads to go on. (Watching warily all the while for any signs of danger, although perhaps all the more surprising there seems to be none?) After what feels like an eternity of walking, you finally come upon a large chamber brightly lit by torches, as Uxie extinguishes its own. A series of rock pillar formations encircle the room, vaguely assembled to resemble large legged pedestals. Every stone statue possesses what looks like a roughly carved receptacle socket somewhere on its form, each individually located in a separate section from its brethren. In the center sits a small basin raised on a platform, and radiating out from the dais is a clock-like dial depicted on the floor, pointing to each podium in turn. However, you notice the numbers only count up to 10, and upon inspecting the bowl closer you find it contains a cluster of glittering gems - which you recognize from the elemental symbols embalmed within the resin are in fact Evolutionary Stones - with one representative of each existing available Type known to use the method. As you marvel over the unexpected treasure trove, Custard curiously explores the rest of the area via the air to try and spot any other clues towards the princess's whereabouts. Although she is still unfortunately nowhere to be seen, he points out many magnificent murals painted onto the walls, seeming to tell some sort of creation myth. One symbolic image in particular stands out to you, describing an ovoid egg shape encoiled by a serpent. Beside it lies an inscription in what appears to be an arcane ancient language, and so Uxie steps forth to telepathically translate the text: Sun burns bright, moon brings the tides. The earth sleeps at twilight, storm lights the skies. At morning’s rise when daylight shines, frozen giants come to life. What do you make of it?
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01-23-2022, 12:32 PM
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- Yufi took a deep breath and attempted to approach the puzzle before her in a more calm, collected manner her mother would approve of. However, as soon as she fired off the first volley of seeking stars their accuracy accidentally activated all the switches at once, creating a temporary pathway but at the same time clearly leaving little time to get across with how their presence was already wavering in rhythm to a countdown timer. Panicking, she quickly raced across the route as fast as she could, almost about to reach the end when to her dismay the final tile vanished before her eyes, with the floor below her flickering fast as it faded in turn. Soon she'd be stranded without any support, and so with nothing left to lose she pushed back against the platform before it poofed and vaulted towards the key, clamping it successfully in her mouth as she hovered still in victorious space for a split second - before plummeting down to the depths of the pit... - Kief's ears perked and he raised his head from a half-nap, cocking it to the side as he could swear he heard a couple of familiar-sounding screams coming from above... Glancing up, two apertures abruptly opened up in the ceiling, depositing a pair of rapidly falling furballs as they descended in tandem. Kief swiftly scrambled to position himself to catch them both - and they landed on his backside with a loud *thunk*, safely cushioned by his soft fur at least while he grunted and pancaked from the weight. Kanna blinked and gasped when she realized precisely whom she was sitting on, apologizing profusely: "Omigosh Kief I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" The Linoone merely lifted a paw to give a weak thumbs-up, while Yufi bounced in excitement as she ecstatically embraced both her parents, overjoyed to see them again. "Mama! Papa! I missed you~" Kanna smiled as she welcomed the little one's warmth, and the three tearfully shared a tender moment together to hug and catch each other up on their exploits. "I missed you too, hon." As they told about their respective trials they had to endure, Kief took notice of the necklace missing from Kanna's collar, and she shamefully hung her head as she admitted what she had done. Kief simply shook his own and grinned. "Good thing I snagged- er, kept a spare then." He winked as he slyly produced a similar pendant, slipping it over his blushing partner's neck before she could protest. "Oh, Kief..." She giggled with slight exasperation, but nevertheless gratefully accepted the replacement gift. At that moment, a chest elevated from the earth before them, offering more treasures in recognition of their triumph: a precious bag of sparkling pink sand powder, a tasteful blue-and-white scarf, and another jeweled adornment shaped like a teardrop. As Kief and Yufi keenly collected the cache, Kanna peered down over the edge of the podium they were suspended on, towards the door that was presumably their target exit. "So, uh, how do we get down from here?" Kief, feeling refreshed from his rest, offered to carry Kanna as he and Yufi ROCK CLIMBed down the side. The Furret balked, both fearful for her daughter's safety and her own ability to hold on (for various reasons). Yufi confidently asserted she'd be fine, and Kief assured Kanna she'd be as well so long as she COILed close to him. Unable to find fault with this logic, the Furret sighed as she shyly complied, wrapping herself tightly around Kief's strong backside as she leaned into his comfort. Once confirmed his load was secure, the Linoone set off carefully scaling down the side, discovering and testing footholds first in order to direct his daughter as she followed dutifully in her father's forged path. Upon reaching the bottom, they'd then tackle trying to open the door using their combined collection of keys and lanterns... OoC - Raising Lv. 38 Zigzagoon to Lv. 39, and picking up 1x Stardust, 1x Choice Scarf, & 1x Mystic Water. Thanks!
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Heading in, he was guided by his team, and new allies, to get through the cave. With the comfort of both the Cottonee and Glace, he was calm enough to make it through the cave. Even when he was starting to lag behind, the group matched accommodations for him to be able to continue. It was pretty appreciated, and they soon were in a chamber. Entering the chamber, he noticed a marvelous painting of a large egg with a dragon coiled around it. In the center was a bowl, beneath the statue, holding ten stones within the resin. And around the perimeter, were ten pedestals, and a riddle hinting at their expected places. With that in mind, he began to pick up the stones. The first was the Sun Stone, and he put it at the northernmost pedestal. In the pedestal to its right, he put in the Fire Stone. He continued, going Moon Stone, Water Stone, Leaf Stone, Dusk Stone, Thunder Stone, Dawn Stone, Shiny Stone, Ice Stone. He then stepped back and hoped that his solution to the riddle would be the correct one.
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01-23-2022, 10:19 PM
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Insanity
Join Date: May 2013
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Heading up the stairs, you encounter Her Glory storming down the stairs. She looks at you, and you could see seething rage and... something else in them. Something far beyond your understanding, but you had a feeling to not pursue. That this was none of your business, and would only detract from your goal of helping Ella. One o clock two a clock one shot drink. Two o clock three o clock two shots drink. Three o clock four o clock four shots drink. Two o clock two o clock six shots drink You feel a seething migraine rip through your head. Another time, another place... You feel that this was happening in another place, at the same time. No, there was no time for this to happen right now. You need to focus on this specific task at hand. Entering the lobby, you see Ella sitting on one of the pews. She has scripture in hand, tracing a specific page with her finger. Heading up to her, her eyes light up as she sees a repaired Fuzzykins in your arms. Handing over the plushie, she gives him a tight squeeze, and his shocked no stuffing comes out. "Thank you so much Sister! I can feel Mommy with me right now, thank you," she tells you. "Would you like to read this with me? It was Mommy's favorite passage. What do you do? blu3- Moving through the aisles, you notice the Mincinno. Heading through the aisle, you noticed long-abandoned cleaning supplies. Not really an appliance either, but at least it allows you to see some more things that may aid your search. To your right, you see an orange fridge near the decrepit frozen section, and then an orange fan peeking out of the dilapidated office. So, that was your choice here. At least two different ways to lure out the Rotom, it was up to you to make that choice. You could at least, seem, to ascertain what each appliance might entail. The fridge was tall and bulky, so it would be a fight against a beefcake that would be hard to take down. The fan would most likely be small and agile, creating a difficult battle against something that would be hard to track down. Two choices, one decision. This would be the lure for the Rotom, all you'd need to do was pick it. Pick one, and it would come to you. And then this would all be over, and everything would return to its same old song and dance. Just, one last thing to do. And then, you had a feeling, everything would work out. What is your choice? Yuki- The trio jumped down, using the Father's Rock Climb and the Mother's Coiling trick. They manage to land safely, ready to finish this grand adventure. Settling out on a supply ship, getting pulled off by a giant water whale, and then arriving on this island. Venturing through the temple, and meeting the spirit sealed within the stone. It's desperate plea, and then the trials beforehand. All to lead up to this one moment. Before them were two things, a circle with three pedestals, and a door with three slots. It was simple, almost too simple. Yet, the slots were in a weird shape and could fit either the lantern or the keys. And the pedestals could potentially hold the fragments or lamps as well. This could go into any order, and that was a fear. The other thing was a strange, gargantuan pillar in the center of the circle. As if something was trapped inside, waiting. Was it a punishment if they got the puzzle wrong, or one final challenge if they succeeded? Their trials should've prepared them for this exact moment. With their lessons in hand, and the tools to save the little stone, they had to push forwards. Forwards to finally achieve their freedom. What do they do?
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01-24-2022, 07:55 PM
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He wasn't immediately confronted with anything useful, but upon a second glance an electric fan in a nearby office and a refrigerator in the frozen food section stuck out to him. They looked just as pitiful as the rest of the store, and they'd been painted in an oddly garish shade of orange, but at this point he'd take anything that he could get. Had Elijah known what exactly a Rotom did, he would have approached the situation from a more tactical perspective, but in his flighty inexperience he opted to take the defensive route instead. The Rotom had to get trapped inside one of those things, so the fan was instantly out of the question; which only left one of aisle available to him. Besides, something that big would be a good thing to hide behind in case he wanted to lay low. Elijah ran over to a fridge, and at the last second, opened the door and ducked beside it. With any luck, the Rotom was tailing him pretty closely and would zap itself right into its innards when he'd shut it and hopefully put a lid on this fiasco. At least, that's how it worked on TV, so it would probably at least kind of work? Come to think of it, a lot of his actions had been based on all the TV that he'd watched growing up, for better or worse. Not letting any of his odd television-related tangents get the best of him, Elijah snapped back to reality and waited with bated breath for the Rotom to fall into his weird makeshift trap.
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"Disra, i need you do me a favor. i need you to Camouflage yourself and keep a little distance from me, just in case our friend down there has some idea to get froggy when i stroll up, kapiche?" the small creature chirps an affirmative before wiggling into the sand and squirming away a few paces off before looking back to meet his trainers eyes with a smile and a soft "ink!" "excellent. good boy. ready up a Constrict and try to tangle up their legs if they try to run off or go for a pokeball." she whispers back. with Disra following covertly behind, she scoots down the back side of the dune again, stands, and walks over the crest, sliding somewhat ungainly down the slip side toward the scientist. In her experience, isolated scientist types out in the boonies could be prone to suspicion, especially to people in the business of...relocating objects in or adjacent to their studies, and it never hurt to be prepared. But even crunchy old codgers out in the middle of nowhere looking at lines in the sand or sorting rocks into categories deserved a helping hand, so she made her way cautiously toward the man.
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Join Date: May 2013
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A singular tangent of a Saturday morning cartoon led you to choose the giant, orange box fridge. You open up the door, hoping the Rotom would hit it and slide down. That was, after all, the thought process that made you choose this object in particular. And so, all you had to do was wait. And that wasn't for long, as you could feel a tingle feeling on your skin. Static permeated the air, as a blinding light zipped through the dilapidated mart. Loose papers and cardboard flew around, the Rotom being hot on your trail. You hear a loud THUD as the electric poltergeist flies straight into the fridge door. Your plan had worked...? No, not quite. You suddenly feel the temperature drop, hard. Your skin begins to tingle from the extreme cold, the area around you frosted with a light amount of snow. You see a purplish aura exuding from the fridge, an electric current animating it to life. You hear the Rotom's cry, yet it doesn't seem nearly as aggressive as you'd thought. The Fridge then floats up, the Rotom looking around in its new form. It looked to be at peace, finally having a permeable form of its own. Something to inhabit, instead of wreaking havoc around this place for a body of its own. So, that's all done and over with, but well you still had the issue of needing a new Pokedex. Yet, the newly placated Rotom had been watching your entire predicament. It points over to the office, where the fan you had seen earlier was broken from the Rotom's burst. Would that room be the place that bore fruit? The Rotom seemed to think so. And if it was willing to help you, then, well, perhaps it would be best to take the Pokemon's advice? What do you do?
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Either way, he was facing down a hulking, living refrigerator. And to be honest, he was kind of scared. Was he going to have to fight that thing?! Anxiously, he reached into his backpack and grabbed a Poké Ball, unsure of what it contained but ready to throw it out if things got bad. He took a shallow breath, attempted to steel his nerves, and... Nothing. The Rotom instead seemed to have chilled out, both figuratively and literally, as it motioned towards the office where the remains of the fan that Elijah saw earlier laid on the floor, somehow shattered during the events of the past minute or so. He wasn't really sure how to take this; the old adage of "never trust anyone that you don't know" echoed in his head for the first time in quite a while, but it wasn't like he truly had a choice in the matter at this point, having been led through the wringer at the behest of his own poor decision-making. All he really knew how to do now was just follow its lead and hope that he wasn't walking right into a trap, even if it was very likely that he was. He held the Poké Ball that he took out earlier in front of himself defensively, taking care not to reveal that he didn't actually know what was inside. He also silently reached for his right pocket but stopped abruptly as soon as he remembered that he didn't have a Pokédex anymore. "If you even think about freezing me or zapping me or whatever the hell you do then you'll be sorry," he anxiously warned the fridge-Rotom as he cautiously advanced towards the office.
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PippiTallsocks - A cloud of sand swirls into the air as Lucia descends down the slope in what can only be called a controlled fall. There are half-buried rocks jutting out everywhere, especially as she gets closer to the plain, challenging her to steer through the gaps while maintaining her speed.
With the heat of the desert and the tumbling sand obscuring her vision, it’s a miracle that she manages to get to the bottom of the dune safely. The ground levels up, and her momentum skids to a stop as displaced sand piles up in front of her like an airbag. Disra bumps against her back and lets out a faint gurgle of relief. The collapsed man is less than a hundred feet away, now. The treasure hunter rises to her feet, and shuffles out of the Lucia-shaped trail she’s carved into the dune. The sand here is shallow, allowing her a glimpse at the fractured clay "floor" of the desert as she trudges along the surface of the plain. Large, sharply-pointed rocks jut out everywhere, threatening to be the agony of her feet if she doesn’t watch her step. Lucia draws closer and closer with no reaction, until eventually she finds herself standing over him. The man is resting on his side in a curled-up ball, resembling a started Cyndaquil. His back faces the direction that the sandstorm had rolled in from, shielding his face from the howling dust. Seems he was coherent enough to at least try and protect himself. As she bends down to get a better look, she can note his features in more detail. Age-wise, he seems to be in his early 20’s and roughly the same height as her. His pale skin appears reddened and on the verge of blistering where it’s been baking in the sun, while the right lense of his square-framed glasses has been sand-blasted into obscurity. Clipped to his pocket is a laminated ID badge, reading as follows: Quote:
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As she walks, she notes the clay underfoot, parched and dry, adorned with jagged, uneven splits and rocks, and wonders where this person's camp or base is, as this hardly seems a good place, parched and scoured as it is, with no cover to speak of. Bending over the unfortunate soul, she checks his ID and lets it slide back on its tether to his pocket clip, and notes a strange pokeball clipped to his belt next to a row of dusk balls. "Anthrozoolgy," she mutters as she kneels and slings her pack around and in front of her, digging for a water bottle,"anthrozoology and dusk balls...some kinda dweeb that likes to crawl around ancient ruins looking for evidence that our ancestors also had squishy little monsters like you for friends, you think, Dizz?" The Inkay squirms in her arms and coo's a contented sound, snuggling into the crook of her elbow, not in the least bit curious about the poor sod before them. rolling her eyes at the unconcerned mollusk, she extends the water bottle she had dug from her backpack and shakes the man's shoulder gently. "Hey Poindexter, probably oughta get some water in you before you shrivel up like a Frillish on the beach at low tide. What's the Pewter Museum got you out here digging for, and so under prepared to boot?"
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PippiTallsocks - Without a camp in sight, or even a backpack to his name, it’s hard to believe this bespectacled nerd even made it this deep into the desert. At least, assuming he’s out here all alone, and hasn’t been detached from a more well-suited adventuring party...
Lucia nudges his shoulder, seeing if he will wake. Leon rolls stiffly onto his back, his weight sinking into his bed of sand. His face crumples into a scowl, appearing to be aware of Lucia’s words, but not quite understanding them, if his mutterings are to be believed: “I'm sorry, Vanessa... I shouldn't have let you pick those flowers... alone...” Leon breathes deeply through his nose, seemingly content to dream until his death, were it not for the Trainer’s continued nagging. His eye twitches, opening a crack to see the sun shining directly overhead, forcing him to throw his hand up in order to block it. Sand streams down his fingers and lightly dusts his face, pulling him back into the reality of his situation. The researcher sits up, and turns his head to face the Trainer who found him. His eye drifts to the bottle being held out for him, and without a second’s hesitation he takes it and starts chugging it, coughing up sand and dry air all the while. His jet black hair practically glitters in the sunlight, thanks to the fact that it’s been thoroughly lathered in a dust bath for Arceus-knows-how-long. “T-thank you,” he squeaks out, bowing his head toward both Lucia and her Pokemon. His hand feels around in the sand for something, but when all he grasps is loose earth, he frowns and rubs his temples in frustration. “They’re gone. My supplies must have been stolen by a passing Pokemon while I was unconscious,” he concludes, sighing deeply. That’s one mystery inadvertantly solved. “You... You’re not a local, are you?” Leon asks, legs trembling as he rises to his feet. He may no longer be dying of thirst, but he’s likely suffering under the oppressive heat and the desert’s many other ways to drive hapless saps like him to delirium. “My name is Leon Karsk. I’m a researcher for the Pewter Museum. I came here to study man-made formations on the desert floor, but it seems like I won’t be able to continue like this,” he continues. There’s a certain desperation in the way he talks and how his posture shrinks before her, like someone who has just realized how utterly in over their head they are. “I don’t know why you’ve come, but if you can help me get out of here, I won’t leave you empty-handed.” Last edited by ShadowDRGN; 01-31-2022 at 10:44 PM. |
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Sighing, Lucia shades her eyes and looks toward the sun, gauging the remaining daylight, but also taking the opportunity while her face is out of Leon's sight to roll her eyes and make a small face. She would help the man, of course. it wasn't a grunt's fault when he got assigned to a task so obviously over his head. Management probably pitched it to him as "an opportunity to grow and broaden his horizons" or some other buzzy feel good horsepiss. But, blind her, this was surely going to be inconvenient. Softening her face, she turns back to the young man, looking so ragged he might blow away with the next gust. "Look, Poindexter," she begins, trying to keep exasperation from her voice, "I'll help, but I've got some questions and a condition or two. I'm here on official biz from Tallsocks Lab, looking to find and return some samples of some space rocks of varying descriptions, and i'm loathe to double back empty handed after making the trek out here. I've got supplies, calories and water, but not much more than I need for me, Disra, and my other four idiots." she jostles the Inkay in her arms at this and he makes an annoyed chirp before settling. "So what I need from you, since i'm going to have to at least get you fed and rested for you to have any chance of going anywhere in your current state, is the rundown of a.) the story how you know a pokemon stole your supplies so we can figure how to find them, liberate them, and not put me and mine in a bind feeding and watering you, and 2.) your help and any maps, leads or other aids to finding any deposits or meteor impacts you may know of so I at least don't end up in the same situation as you, tail tucked and job not done." She pauses, eyebrow askew as the man waivers on his feet, before continuing, "Questions about that pokeball that looks like its made from a grapefruit rind and how on earth you expect me to believe anything man made could survive out here, let alone leave signs to study, to follow once you don't look like you're going fold in half the next time the wind blows. Come on, lets find you some shade, a sit down, and get something substantial in you, yeah?"
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Entering the office, you see the aftermath of both the Rotom's new form as well as years of decay. Faded papers scattered across the floor, and a dilapidated desk that looked to be on the verge of breaking. Bits and pieces of the old fan were scattered on the floor, forcing you to tiptoe to prevent cuts. That, and well not wanting to risk yet another thing jumping out at you. Heading to the desk, you notice a locked drawer there. With a little tug, the rusted lock easily breaks off and opens up. Insides, it seems, were a few nice things. The first thing was a replacement Pokedex. It looked to be Unovan in style. Not exactly the same as your old one, but it is at least as a Pokedex. The Rotom, noticing the device, immediately zaps it. You hear it beep, as it powers back on. Looks to have been wiped before storing, so it was basically a new Pokedex with a questionable battery. One that would be easy to replace, in this day and age. You do, however, hear it speak up almost immediately after the Rotom zapped it. "Frost Rotom. Rotom assumes this form when it takes over a refrigerator powered by a special motor. It battles by spewing cold air." Looking back at the Pokemon that pointed you in here, you see that it has shrunken. It looked to be the same size as when you had first encountered the electric poltergeist in its normal body. Yet... purple electricity and looking like a fridge. A portable mini fridge, as long as it didn't decide to do any pranks, would be neat. You have obtained a new Pokedex! Still, something else catches your eye in the drawer. An old floppy disk, white in color and the words SILPH etched onto the bottom. This was an Upgrade, something that would be more than handy well down the line. Though, what it could be for, well it wasn't easy to discern at this time. You have obtained x1 Upgrade! That looked to be it for here... Well, besides the Rotom. It was in the doorway, looking at you intently. It was no longer hostile and seemed to be more than amiable. It focused on the Pokeball you had, grabbed out of reflex. Did its desire to go with you? Well, that was your choice to catch it or not. What do you do?
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Two objects lay on the table: a Pokédex, not unlike the one that he broke earlier, that seemed to be completely dead, and a floppy disk that looked noticeably brighter in color than the Pokédex, however it wasn't really easy to see with just the purple light emanating from the Rotom behind him. He was about to write it off when the Pokémon swooped in and zapped it awake, immediately reading off its entry like it was good as new. Which it was; when he went to pick it up and sift through its various menus there was absolutely nothing on it. The floppy seemed like it was worth looking at, too, so he picked it up as well. The Pokédex seemed to be essentially the same thing as the one that he walked into this mess with, minus some outdated software, a woefully drained battery, and that infuriating voice feature turned on—nothing a little repairs and general fiddling around couldn't solve. The disk, on the other hand, mystified him—the only things that he could really make out in this kind of lighting was the word "Upgrade" on the label and the Silph logo just below that—but Epoch seemed to respond to him holding it positively so he stashed it away for later. To his surprise, the Frost Rotom remained in the doorway, snagging the Poké Ball that Elijah had just remembered that he was holding right out of his hand. Upon second glance, it was actually smaller than it was a few minutes ago, but he just chalked it up to another ability in the sudden refrigerator's repertoire. The Poké Ball, on the other hand, caused him to catch his breath for a moment—was that thing taking one of his teammates? In a silent panic, he quickly felt around his backpack before realizing that he took it out of the pocket where he stored his unused Poké Balls. I should probably invest in one of those fancy belts that the pros have, he thought as he sighed in relief. So it seemed like it was interested in the Poké Ball for whatever reason; the thought that it wanted to join him didn't really occur to him in his confusion. Ultimately, he decided to let it have the plasticine ball. "Uh, sure, take it? I, uh, if you're not going to... 'cold air' me or whatever if I hand it over to you, then go ahead. I can always buy more..." He trailed, recalling the dex entry that he'd overheard, as he stood in front of the Pokémon, silently wondering what it was planning to do with it.
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Deciding it was best to let the Rotom have the empty Poke Ball, you watch as it plays with the thing. It seems to be trying to do... something with it, and then you hear a click. A red light envelops the Rotom, as the Pokemon gets absorbed into the device. One shake, two shakes, and three! You hear the Pokeball click and realize exactly what had just happened. Congratulations, you have caught a Level 8 Rotom! Looking at the Pokeball on the ground, you feel the room get... steamy. The Galarian Weezing pops in, seeming a little annoyed by the ruckus and damage that the Rotom had done. Though, it looks grateful, that its abandoned town of fog and junk was saved. That now that the wayward Rotom wasn't going to cause issues, it could focus on rebuilding and rehabilitating. It then floats over a white card, with a picture of a fridge on it. A Rotom Card, since well it was unrealistic you'd be hauling the giant fridge around. Using this on your Rotom will allow it to change forme between normal and frost. A handy thing for sure, especially to change things up on the fly. You have obtained x1 Rotom Refridgerator Card! With that, your little quest here was over. There was nothing left to be said and done. The Galarian Weezing was happy, and its down was saved. Take this new friend of yours, and get the hell out of here. And then head off to who knows where. Deal with whatever you needed to deal with. The wheel turns, and a new path has opened. Just be careful on your way out of the woods, best not get lost again. Lest you wander eternally in the fog and disappear within it, like this town of junk... And your adventure is at an end. Hope I was able to give a satisfying conclusion to what Zelphon started. Thank you for visiting the Arcane Realm!
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"Hey, sorry for not catching on earlier, I was kind of dealing with—" Elijah started, but wasn't able to finish his sentence before the Rotom zapped itself into his new Pokédex, leaving nothing but three lines on its bottom screen. Code:
hi thanks for finding me a new body! :D this things a lil more underpowered than im used to but i can work with it. btw you look a little lost do you need any help? "Wait, did you just—" Code:
talk? yeah. what youve never seen a rotom say stuff before? i learned a few things or two from that dex back there! mr mayor over there confiscated it and i couldnt have it back though. i mean this isnt built to handle me but itll work for now. get one of those fancy new ones when you can by the way. itll be worth it, i promise. He was feeling a bunch of different emotions—bewilderment, relief, exhaustion—but most of all, he was excited. Not because he'd made it out alive, but as he left the town, he realized that despite all of the trouble and turmoil that he'd encountered over the past week, there was always something exhilarating about getting wrapped up in yet another challenge for him to tackle. And by god, he was going to tackle every single thing that he could. "Uh, okay, I'll do that eventually, I guess. New dex or not, though, I can't believe I'm saying this..." Elijah took a deep breath and smiled. "...but I think I'm finally gonna get this training thing down." Code:
right on bro ;) And so Elijah walked. He didn't exactly know where he was going, but he could tell that he was going the right way. And sooner or later, he'd be right back where he started—with his feet on the ground somewhere in New Fizz City—but he'd have more than enough experience under his belt to take on whatever awaited him. But most of all, he wasn't lost anymore. [ end of arc one ] --- thanks for the adventure, both of you! i'm sorry if i kind of screwed things up along the way—i was growing alongside elijah during this whole thing—but at least we can finally say that it's wrapped up and that someone here enjoyed it. oh, and to any newbies reading this—do not tie your canon to an adventure that someone else is updating for you. worst mistake of my life
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One o clock two a clock one shot drink. Two o clock three o clock two shots drink. Three o clock four o clock four shots drink. Two o clock two o clock six shots drink MIDNIGHT MIDNIGHT TWELVE DAYS SINK TWELVE O CLOCK TWELVE O CLOCK STOPPED CLOCK THINK THINK, MINERVA THINK - A heavy paw claps Minerva on the back. Even with Bia's well-trained restraint, Minerva can feel the wind nearly knocked out of her by the large bear's natural force. Bia was no stranger to Minerva's internal distress, and though the bear had no psychic capabilities or deep intuition, there was a particular, primal smell that her sensitive nose could pick up on - and right now, Minerva reeked of that peculiar odor. Intervention would be as swift - and as brutal - as it needed to be to snap her out of her trance, or so Bia had been ordered by the Nightwatch, and even Minerva herself. It certainly wasn't the first choice for an intervention, sure... But in the days of Minerva's deepest anguish, when the delusions would come on quickly and without warning, no medicine, no kind word, no intervention known to man or beast had quite the same impact as... well, impact. Impact and pressure. Bia presses down gently on Minerva's shoulders, grounding her - just enough to cause discomfort, but not pain. If nothing else, it distracted from the splitting headache - and Minerva would rather deal with a bruised back and pressure on her shoulders than whatever the fuck was going on inside her mind right now. "Thanks, Bia," Minerva murmurs. The Bewear gives a knowing nod, before letting go. The pair approach Ella with the repaired Fuzzykins, and both smile warmly at the little girl's reaction. Not only was Fuzzykins reunited with his beloved friend, but he had passed the hug test with flying colors! Minerva could not be happier with the result. Ella's next request, however... Simple on its surface, but not so simple for Minerva. Ever since the Love Teller's cursed fortune, reading printed words had the tendency to re-trigger her trauma. Of course, she was "better"... In theory... But recovery was not the straight line that those who had not endured such trials often assumed. Not even two steps forward, one step back... She was back at square one far more times than she cared to admit, and there was no assurance that, despite her ability to read having more or less returned to her now, that something particularly potent might not send her right back to that dark place she inhabited. Bia steadies Minerva with a reassuring paw, a light squeeze on the shoulder. It was true that there was no path but the path forward, but she should not walk the path alone... and neither should Ella. With Bia's hand maintaining its pressure on her shoulder, Minerva sits down beside Ella, and nods enthusiastically. "I would love to, Ella," Minerva responds with a smile. "Will you take the lead?"
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PippiTallsocks - Though it’s clear that her own business here came first, the fact that Lucia is willing to help at all puts a relieved smile on Leon’s face. Compared to the ruthless howls of the desert, even her prickly demeanor must be like an oasis to him.
He lifts up the bridge of his glasses with his pointer finger, and for a brief moment his one good lens glints brightly, “thank you. I assure you, I’ll be of every use to your research as I can,” he says. The scientist glances at Disra, and he slowly reaches out to give the little squid an appreciation pat, only to hesitate and reconsider. There’s enough suspicion floating in the air to rival all this sand, after all. “I’d be happy to explain everything, but you’re correct. This isn’t the place for it,” he says, gesturing toward the thorny rocks that sprawl out around them. The man turns, glancing between his watch and the blurry image of the sun overhead to orient himself. His pale skin nearly blends into the backdrop of sand as he points toward the next dune she was meant to cross, “there’s an outcropping about an hour northeast. I had intended to camp there for the night before heading northwards, but...” he sighs, “I’ll let you lead the way.” --- And with that, Lucia adds a sixth to her adventuring party, albeit not one that fits on a belt. In his malnourished and exhausted state, Leon slowly trudges up each scorching dune, only to slip over the crest like he’s been forced down a water slide against his will. Lucia’s normal pace would easily leave him in the dust, and so an “hour east” slowly balloons into over double his original estimate. Eventually, they come to the top of yet another dune to see a spire of crimson rocks poking out from over the horizon. As they press further onward, more of the outcropping climbs into view, revealing twin formations that jut out from the desert like the horns of a Pinsir. The shadow of one is projected clearly upon the other, being perfectly aligned with the position of the soon-to-be-setting sun. Leon looks about ready to drop dead, but the promise of respite being just within their reach seems to motivate him to keep going. Each time Lucia looks back to make sure he’s following, she notes a fierce determination burning in his eye, as though he’s possessed by his own desire for survival; To move forward, no matter what. --- Soon enough, they transition from wading through sand to hiking up the rocks, and into the valley that lay between the great horns. The sound of pebbles tumbling down the slope echoes far and wide, telling any Pokemon that might be sheltering here of their arrival. Even with two exhausted hands, setting-up camp is a relatively smooth process. Lucia’s hammer drives pitons into the rusty topsoil, propping up her tent where the wind couldn’t reach it. A small fire pit is constructed outside, and loaded up with fuel to cook a palatable meal for the both of them. Ah, and their Pokemon, too, as Leon releases his Growlithe when the need comes for a spark to start their campfire. “Thank you for the food,” Leon says in-between some very enthusiastic bites of his rations. Perhaps it’s simply the glow of the fire growing more intense as the sky darkens, but his complexion seems to be a fair bit less gaunt now that he’s not currently dying. His canine companion also indulges itself, happily crunching up the dry pellets its been offered. “Now, to answer your first set of questions,” he speaks up after slurping down the last morsel, “I’m still not quite sure what happened to me that night. One minute, I was studying the rock formations where you had found me, and the next... It was like my head had become filled with fog. I thought maybe the cold had brought on a headache, but once I realized I was about to pass out, I knew I had to protect myself against the elements.” The scientist glances at his Growlithe as it curls up before the flames, soaking up the stray embers like they were water droplets, “all I remember is that I was shaken twice. The second time was when you found me, but the first time, I woke up only briefly. I heard the sound of something being dragged against the sand, and I saw a shape disappear behind the dune. It was-” The man pauses, his eye widening in realization, “I... perhaps I was mistaken. I was convinced what I saw was a Pokemon because the area was simply too remote, but considering your arrival... It may very well have been a human. A human wearing a green robe and a wide-brimmed hat.” “I passed out shortly after. Whatever it was, it seems to be the culprit behind my stolen supplies. That includes my maps... I apologize, but outside of off-hand information and an extra set of hands, I can’t provide much assistance unless we retrieve my pack.” He trails off into silence, and uses a bit of their water in order to clean out his empty bowl. Everything he said seems to be genuine, but being struck by a bag thief in the middle of the night... is that something Lucia can believe? Last edited by ShadowDRGN; 02-04-2022 at 07:01 PM. |
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Shortly after, with the fire crackling thanks to Leon's Growlithe, Lucia listens to the man describe the circumstances that lead to him laying on the dust in the middle of the desert. He seems straight enough, and maybe someone might confuse a pokemon and a person, given they were bleary enough, but she still wonders after the very specific description. given that either way, she intends to retreive the misappropriated supplies, it seems neither here nor there. "Alright Karsk, heres how I see it. We bed down tonight, rise before the sun, make our way back to the spot and see if we can't dig up something resembling a clue as to where your mystery theif might have gone, and take it from there." she nods to herself and pokes one of the logs in the fire pit, causing it to spark and crackle. "I still want to know what you've got going with that bizarre ball you've got strapped on, as well. what do you say you spin that story out and then we call it a night?"
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PippiTallsocks - The mention of a bizarre ball catches Leon’s attention as he watches the sparks rise into the night sky. His expression is one of surprise that she even knew about it, at least until he remembers that she did take a peek at his ID badge while he was out cold.
“Ah. Just a moment,” he says. The scientist reaches beneath his coat, and a soft click echoes throughout the camp. He takes out the mysterious Pokeball, holding it before the fire’s light so she can more easily inspect its features. Both halves of the ball barely fit together, their surfaces roughly daubed with lavender and lilac shades. White symbols are scrawled all across the surface in a spiraling pattern, each rune appearing completely unique from the rest. One could almost mistake it for some sort of occult artifact, if it wasn’t for the very obvious Pokeball components running through the middle of it “Despite its appearance, it’s really just a regular Psychic Ball. My research concerns the roles that Pokemon have played in human culture throughout history, and so it was only natural my studies would lead to me attempting to craft a Pokeball myself,” he explains. There’s a passion in his voice, the kind that all good researchers should have when gushing about their field of choice. “As for the letters, well. Perhaps you should see for yourself,” he says. His fingers drift across the paint-daubed surface of the ball and press down on the button, producing a bright flash of light that momentarily repels Lucia’s eyes. When it fades, she sees a small Pokemon floating over the campfire. It appears as a single floating eye, with small black branches sprouting from it in a shape that seems vaguely recognizable as a letter: An Unown. “This is Epoch. I found it during a ruin excavation here in this region, 2 years ago. A Pokemon that looks like the letter E... It’s been hotly debated for quite some time whether these Unown were fashioned in the shape of the alphabet, or if the letters we use today are facsimiles of their shapes. I intend on solving that question with my research.” Epsilon lets out a cry like garbled radio static, and wiggles its little stubby arms at Lucia. Everything about its appearance is uncanny, and yet it seems to act just like any other critter. “I hope that answer suffices,” he concludes. He taps the ball against the Unown’s back to retrieve it, before stowing the ball away under his coat, “what I’m studying out here is unrelated to Unown, but it’s an important stepping stone to receiving the funding I need for that project-” The wind picks up, and the man rubs his shoulders, shivering as the night chill starts to creep across his body, tormenting his sunburnt skin. He glances between the tent and its owner, frowning slightly as he remembers her proposal from earlier. “I can’t say I’m really comfortable sharing a tent with a stranger, but so be it. If I end up talking in my sleep, please just try to ignore me.” |
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