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First, she stands back up and before she continues to have a talk with the painting she notices the outline of the trap door in the floor. She takes a mental note of it but has some unfinished business to take care of and turns her attention back to the painting in her hands. She stares directly into the glowing gems and puts on her most serious face. “Did you cause that door to slam and the lights to go out..?! Actually! That’s not what matters here. You swiped your claw at my face and that wasn’t very nice. You could have hurt me!” She huffs and waits for an apology but one never comes. “You know, if you aren’t going to apologize I think you’re going to need to have a time out.” She walks over to a corner and places the portrait down, leaning it against the wall, with the painting facing the wall. “You need to take some time and think about what you did! You better not leave this spot until you do! Just because you're a painting doesn't mean you can go around doing whatever you want!” Now that she's satisfied that she has gotten her point across, she turns away from the portrait and her next objective is to figure out what is through that trap door. “Alright Mio and Kiku, I think we need to go through that door! It might actually lead to the festival in the basement!” Since the portrait is facing the wall there isn’t much light in the room anymore so Patches gets down and begins to crawl around the area she rememberd the door being. Hoping she can find her way in by feeling around.
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"Oh, uh, I don't drink," Tate says, a bit awkwardly, glancing back at the doors with a pang of curiosity. The trainer knew the story of the woman of the manor and her two pets quite well, and was intrigued by the motif, but was too meek to challenge the man's apparently authority. Placing a hand on Pouli's head to sooth her unease, the tired and scraped trainer decided to leave this mystery for now, though it gnawed at the back of the scientist's mind, as questions were wont to do. Casting one last glance back at the doors -- admiring their beautiful and ornate carvings -- Tate nodded at the caretaker. "First aide might be nice, though, I think I scraped my elbow." |
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Kawaii: Knowing that your Pokemon was potentially in danger fuelled you to run faster than you had before. You had to get to Tengu, no matter what it took. It filled you with hope to see that your Pokemon seemed to have the same thing on their minds, rushing alongside you in the hopes of getting their friend back. As you arrived at the makeshift home within the fallen log, you forced yourself to stay hidden. You had absolutely no clue what would happen if you emerged prematurely --- you could be attacked by this large group of Pokemon, and that certainly wouldn't do if you wanted your rescue efforts to be successful. You crouched down, making sure no part of you was visible as you spoke to your two remaining Pokemon. You instructed them to go in your place, making sure that they did not lie, and that they were only going in the hopes of convincing the Pokemon of the truth about Tengu. They both nodded, accepting what they would have to do. They had no enlargements, they wanted Tengu back just as much as you did. DTM walked forward first, listening to everything that the Pokemon were saying. The happy chatter that followed welcoming a new Pokemon into their family, it was almost like a party. The Pokemon seemed very happy, crowding around their new brother, presenting him with various berries and other such goodies that had been gathered from the forest. DTM looked around nervously, worried that the Pokemon may turn on her once she spoke up about the truth. The Oddish seemed the closest to Tengu at this point, she had a large smile on her face as she chatted with Tengu. Unfortunately for her, the Seedot just replied with it's usual deep eerie sighs. DMT finally let out a deep breath and spoke up. "What if it is not the trainer's fault that this Pokemon is hurt?" She asked, looking towards the crowd. The Croagunk, who was seemingly the leader of this gaggle of Pokemon glared in her direction. He eyed her closely, causing the Senret to gulp down a large amount of fluid from within her mouth. "You don't look familiar..." He began to walk towards her, his fingers glowing, ready to fight the intruder if it was needed. The other Pokemon seemed ready to join in if it was needed. DTM stood her ground, ready to take a swing at any of the Pokemon if they dared to lay a finger on her. Just as the fight was seemingly ready to begin, Tengu began to speak. It was as if he was fuelled by his friends being in danger --- he began to speak up about the truth as to what had happened to him. More life flowed through him than it ever had before. His speech was slow, still somewhat lifeless as he struggled to get all the words out. However, all eyes in the room were fixated on the Seedot. Oisin's jaw dropped, as did the small Oddish who had been standing so close to the acorn. Tengu slowly began to rise to his feet, standing boldly --- even though he had never had the strength in him to. He spoke more, and more, his pauses for breath came less frequently and he seemed to be filling with energy from the swamp itself. The Croagunk looked mystified, he glanced towards DTM and Oisin. "Perhaps I misjudged your trainer... I sincerely apologise for that. However, perhaps it was destiny that he was brought to such a place." He glanced back at Tengu, who seemed far better off than he ever had before. "You're all free to go, I apologise for my behaviour earlier, please apologise to your trainer for me if you can." He gave a small bow, and gestured towards the entrance. The trio of Pokemon made their leave, returning to you almost as quickly as they had been gone. Seeing Tengu standing on his own fuelled you with hope that the swamp would indeed heal his ailment. You fought back the tears in your eyes of seeing him come so far. However, your reunion was cut short by a loud screech. Your head swivelled back towards the fallen log filled with Pokemon, seeing them pilling out as fast as they could. The Oddish ran towards DTM and Oisin. "Help! Just after you left a group of snakes came and attacked us! Croagunk is trying to hold them off but he's super outnumbered!" Her eyes were pleading. DTM turned towards you and tried her best to explain the situation. There are Pokemon in trouble! What do you do? Morningstar: The graveyard was far to dishevelled to even be considered a proper place to bury the dead at this point. The path was sunken in in all the wrong places, overgrown with shrubbery and almost impossible to properly tread across. Each grave that you passed seemed to be far too faded with age to properly read what exactly rested below them, it was almost as if they were purposely scrubbed out to erase any existence of what rested here. Your Pokemon clutched the edge of your skirt, seemingly out of fear --- but it was actually in order to be at your side to protect you from any beast or possible ghost that tried to attack. A sigh pressed it's way out of your lips, why had you even come here? It was cold and dreary, it would have been a far better option for you to go to the village. At least there you wouldn't be out here, shivering like an fool with a large bundle of flowers in your hands. Your attention was immediately drawn to a light in the distance, it was faint on the horizon, but just bright and pressing enough to draw your eyes to it. You felt the weight on your heart lift instantly, finally you'd have something interesting to do in this cruel and pressing graveyard. You kept an eye on it, asking your Mawile if she had seen it too. However, your Mawile seemed to be focusing on a bush nearby that had begun to rustle ominously in the wind. However, you weren't deterred --- you knew what you had seen and you knew that you desperately needed to get over there to check it out. You began to rush towards where it was coming from, causing your companion to frantically scurry behind you. Eventually, you thought it best to simply carry the creature, so that she wouldn't fall behind. She protested at first, but eventually accepted that this was the best for the both of them. As you bounded across the uneven terrain of the graveyard, countless graves poked their heads out of the earth among your vision. The light also seemed to be getting brighter, and a little bit more clear the closer you seemed to get. As you approached, you noticed that the light actually seemed to be floating above the ground, as well as the fact that it had a rather pressing purple glow to it. This only fuelled your enthusiasm more, what could it possibly be? As you ran across a small gap of land in the graveyard, you noticed something odd. Not only was the light particularly bright and almost blinding from up close, it was actually in a lantern being carried by what looked to be another person. It was a young girl, she had a long black rod in her hand from which a small cage like lantern swung --- which contained what looked to be a dripping white wax candle with a tremendously bright purple flame glowing atop of it. The girl herself looked quite normal, regular brown hair, somewhat darkened eyes with large bags under them, and messy ripped clothing. The clothing and eyes were probably just from playing in such a dreary place, the young girl had probably fallen and ripped up and dirtied her clothes, it was no cause for the concern that your Mawile was clearly displaying. The young girl's eyes seemed fixated on a hole in the ground, a shovel was at her side --- had she dug the hole? She was starring into it, unblinking even as you approached. She barely reacted to your presence, but the light seemed to glow even brighter once you got closer. What exactly was she looking at in that hole? It was about 4 feet tall, 2 feet wide, and of an unknown depth. Do you dare look in it? Or would you rather get the girl's attention first? What do you do? Patches: After having the painting swipe at you, you take a rather spectacular tumble --- the painting still in your grasp as you plummet to the ground. Your confusion only begins to get worse as you feel the room distort and shape itself around you, the hissing and growling still ever present as the lights flicker out and the door forcibly slams itself shut. Once everything seemed to have come to an abrupt stop, you find yourself sitting on the floor, staring directly into the bright gem eyes of the painting. The room is eerily quiet, the only noise the sound of Kiku's laughter. You find yourself feeling particularly angry and ruffled at this painting, you let out a loud huff and return to your feet. It was extremely rude of the painting to attack you! Didn't it have any manners? You're prepared to give the painting a much needed talking to, until your eyes notice a light darting through the floorboards. Was that a trapdoor? Not that that was exactly important right now, you had unfinished business with this terrible piece of art. You turn to it and begin to give it a proper scolding with the most serious face you could muster, “Did you cause that door to slam and the lights to go out..?! Actually! That’s not what matters here. You swiped your claw at my face and that wasn’t very nice. You could have hurt me!”. You're rather upset at this inanimate object, it most certainly owes you an apology, but that apology never comes. You think the painting needs a time out, give it time to think about exactly what it did and hopefully form some sort of apology. Satisfied that you sorted out your initial problem, you begin to crawl around and try and find that darn trap door again. You know that whatever lies beyond it may in fact be the festival that you've been itching to get to since you arrived. Your hands meet a seemingly loose piece of floor and you give it a good yank, revealing what looks to be a ladder leading into a dimly lit tunnel. You glance downwards, that chilly air was coming from down here, almost as if it lead back to the outside of the manor. However, you knew that this was the most likely candidate for the festival's location --- so you worked your way down. Once back on the ground of the passageway, you can swear you hear voices; perhaps those belong to the happy festivals participants? You begin to take a running start, ending up in what looks to be an almost dungeon-like area. The walls are a smooth grey concrete, nothing special about them in any way. However, there is something that strikes you almost immediately about this room... actually, there are several things. A single table rests in the far back of the room, it's one of those cheap folding tables that you would often see being used for a party. The second is the pumpkin resting upon the table, it looks particularly fresh and undisturbed. The third is the two empty paintings that rest next to the table, they're seemingly just frames with nothing but blackness within them. The fourth is the banner... pink in color with crudely written letters spanning it's surface. "WeLCUM PaTCHeS" It almost looks as though a child had written it... do you dare go further into this room? What do you do? |
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As Athena bounded through the graveyard, watching her feet didn’t land into any holes, she couldn’t help but feel excited. Was it a Pokemon? Some kind of strange spectral phenomenon? Éclair, on the other hand, didn’t care to know. She clung to her trainer tightly, trying not to be thrown to the ground if Athena happened to trip. The closer they got to the light, the more Athena observed about it. The color was like nothing she had ever seen, and was particularly mesmerizing. She slowed her pace, not wanting to disturb the figure that she spotted carrying the lantern. “Purple fire? Isn’t that pretty Éclair?” She whispered to her Pokemon. Éclair didn’t answer, and was instead fixated on the young girl. Athena took notice of the child soon after. Though an odd sight, she rationalized that the graveyard was public property, anyone was able to walk through it on their own. During her travels, she had seen plenty of young children on their own, training and catching Pokemon. Only, this girl did not seem to have a companion with her. Athena twisted up her face in concern and confusion. Maybe she had gotten lost when playing? She let Éclair back down to the ground, and handed over the bouquet to her. “Mawa…” The Mawile looked worried about what her trainer was thinking. This didn’t seem to deter her trainer, who had slowly begun to approach the little girl. Athena walked around the lantern, which strangely was not emitting any heat despite its brightness. Tucking the back of her skirt under her legs, she crouched down on the other side of the girl, smiling and trying to make contact with the little one. “Hi sweetheart,” she started, putting on her best ‘big sister’ voice. “What are you doing?” She figured showing interest would make her seem friendly to the girl. If she understood she was there to help her, maybe she would be able to help locate the child’s parents. Waiting for an answer, she looked down into the hole, wondering what was so interesting about it. |
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Kawaii acted without thinking. She rushed forward and landed on her hands and knees to crawl into the grassy structure. The needles and twigs dug into her palms and knees but she kept crawling to save these pokemon. When she reached the area where the Crogunk was fighting off the snakes she directed all three of her pokemon towards the snakes. “DTM, Tengu, use tackle! Oisin use tackle as well.” Her pokemon companions nodded and the Seedot and the Sentret each chose a snake and charged towards it. The little grass type was looking more and motivated and took fighting seriously, maybe too seriously. He attacked with a wicked gleam in his empty eye sockets. He thought for a moment of that Oddish who liked him so much. That above all made him move faster and better. DTM rushed forward and used her wide body to tackle the snakes. Even though she didn’t like fighting the little Sentret was going to try to protect the innocent pokemon that were sick and frightened. She hoped that those pokemon would find homes soon, even if it was homes in the wild. The normal-type had learned to like these pokemon very much. Oisin tackled by using his hard hooves to do more damage. He wanted to defend these pokemon as well, they cared for his friend when all hope had seemed lost. He wanted to show that they cared for the safety of other pokemon not just their own. The deerling wanted to do his best.
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06-23-2017, 01:22 PM | #57 | |
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The question was a bit of a curve ball for the dragon tamer, who couldn't help but stop and take a moment of silence as he organized his thoughts, and, perhaps most importantly, his emotions. Iskra's grin widened a tad ominously as she indulged herself in the moment, savoring every last bit of melancholy. In truth, Duke had been in a number of relationships in his life, most amounting to nothing but short-lived and passing affairs and temporary infatuations. Heck, he once even had an affair with a friggin' mermaid, and yet, not even that one managed to hold a place in his heart. He would've answered a quick and rather false affirmation had he not known what it really meant to love. Alas, he had been through one such special relationship, however, and the fact that to this date he still hadn't recovered from its rupture bothered him greatly. It was rather pathetic, in a way. Though he understood the circumstances at the time to be rather strenuous at best for her, he always believed himself to be capable and trustworthy enough to shield her from whatever danger lurked over the shadows. Why then, did she choose to leave and go in hiding without as much as a single hint or warning? And try, he did, to find her, if only for some sort of answer. "Try" being the key word. He never truly understood her motives, and, in the end, it tormented him to ultimately find himself an unworthy hero for the one person it counts..
"... I have." He finally answers, almost coming off as a sigh. "It was love at first sight, if one can allow oneself enough naiveté to believe in such things. You remind me of her in some ways, to be honest. She's an intellectually gifted woman with an ethereal sort of beauty. Like some sort of mirage, it made one think she could just up and vanish in the blink of an eye. One day, she really did..." Last edited by Balmund; 07-10-2017 at 02:31 PM. |
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(Hey guys, thank you for being patient with me. Sometimes life can get a bit hectic, and I'm sorry for the delay in your updates. That being said, you may notice something different about them! Starting today, I will be including music with your updates - it will almost always be instrumental, and it is meant to add an extra layer of immersion to the story's atmosphere by evoking more emotion. You obviously do not have to listen to them if you don't want to, but I hope you will, as I firmly believe the really do add some extra flavor to the story as you read along!)
134: [Update Music] The groundskeeper remained silent as he continued to stride back the way you came. His movement was extremely stiff, almost robotic or doll-like. He slowly climbed the stairs you had descended, one leg at a time. As he carefully hoisted himself up the hidden staircase, his posture did not change or sway even slightly. His entire demeanor felt incredibly off, almost inhuman. Sandaa: [Ambiance] + [Update Music] As the swarm of Carvanha picked up their pace, their yellow fins jutting out of the water and gliding toward you effortlessly, Kratos dug his hand into the side of the small hill and propelled himself downward, curling the mud in his palm as he slid to your side. With a forceful thrust, the Golduck palmed the sizeable chunk of mud across the swap with a hefty Mud Bomb. With a large splash, all of the Carvanha immediately ceased movement, but only briefly. At once, they turned to the source of the splash and began darting toward it at a furious pace. Missingno. Master: [Update Music] The woman seemed thrilled to have sold the Honey. She looked at you with sincere eyes, and she looked as though she was holding back tears. “Thank you. So very much.” She positioned herself with her basket at her side and slid the money into a pocket. “My name is Melody. It’s nice to meet you. How about… you come inside my shop. It’s a bit of a story.” Neverthrive: [Update Music] The strange, yet beautiful music, that was no doubt some sort of symphony, continued to play as you and your Squirtle followed it, not even realizing that you had become so fixated on it that you had ceased paying attention to your own actions. As you made your way to the edge of the swamp, still enamoured by the music, your foot caught hold of a rock under the water, causing you to trip over yourself and faceplant directly into grass on the edge of the marsh. Your Squirtle was immediately concerned and rushed over to ensure that you were okay - but your stumble could not, and did not, break your attention. Civilization. That music - yes, it had to be civilization. This swamp wasn’t what you had thought it would be, and the thought that you could find civilization was as exciting to you as the music that continued to play. |
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A number of conflicting thoughts flooded his mind all at once. Immediately he wondered which species of Pokémon laid eggs with such curious pattern, with little luck; then, he wondered if the arrow belonged to one of the progenitors, keeping guard over the nest, or on the contrary, an approaching predator; also, he postulated that the parents might no longer be around, which meant the eggs were unguarded against poachers; and finally, he realized the most dangerous poacher of all within range was… Munchlax himself! “Munchlax, NO!!” Hastily, clumsily, but no doubt necessary, Rorik shouted and lunged at the gluttonous idiot – effectively breaking his cover if anyone was on the lookout, but tackling the bear just in time before he could overcome the branch barrier and nab one of the eggs. Human and Pokémon tumbled to the floor, with Rorik winding up on top, pinning the small bear to the ground. “Now you listen here,” he began, his usual composure as mangled as his lab coat, “you have no right to steal eggs, let alone eat them! They are unborn babies, what were you thinking?! And what of the parents, what do you think they would do to us?” The Professor went on with his lecture, wondering all the while just how much of it Munchlax was effectively retaining. He knew he was prone to excessively long discourses when riled up, but educating the critter was of critical importance for their continued survival. If they were to ever function as a team and establish a bond worth studying, then Rorik would have to take it upon him to weed out Munchlax’s bad habits before they became an irremediable problem. To this, Munchlax yawned, and his belly growled. The Professor shook his head in defeat, then rose to his feet ever-so-carefully, lest another arrow struck him down. Scanning the perimeter with his head mere inches above the bushes, he finally acknowledged he would need extra help in the endeavour. The eggs had peaked his interest, but he was at a loss about how to proceed. A PokéBall fell to the grassy floor and snapped open, materializing a Staryu, Rorik’s other companion. Adopted by mistake at the New Fizz Adoption Center, the Professor still wasn’t sure what to do with the expressionless starfish, but its Analytic behaviour could no doubt be an invaluable trait. Hard to decipher as it was, the Water-Type still felt more dependable than the Pokémon gifted to Rorik by the Champion of Heiml himself, which was ironic to say the least. “Staryu,” he whispered, his composure regained, “can you sense any nearby Pokémon? Any that could be the keepers of these eggs?” The rule-bound Professor was vehemently opposed to theft of any kind, but he was so immensely curious about this find… It had been repeatedly postulated on several renowned journals that Pokémon born from eggs in the possession of humans bonded with those Trainers much faster, having known them since birth. He longed to test that theory himself - his previous attempt at Springtime Isle having gone terribly awry - but he wasn’t about to steal just to satisfy his curiosity… Unless the parents are no longer able to take care of them, he wondered as he tossed the nest another look, in which case we should stay and protect them… right?
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Soon, they were seated in a room behind the counter, Keith with a cup of tea that had some honey stirred in. He listened as Melody explained about the dwindling Combee population, about the Melitologist who came in to help, but only wound up making things even worse- breeding the Combee with male Beedrill from Kanto resulted in particularly vicious Combee who only made as much honey as they strictly required and were driving out the other Pokémon. "Dat's why we ain't seen so much as a single wild Pokémon around here!" Meowth exclaimed. "That'd do it, alright," Keith agreed. "My name, by the way, is Keith Masters. I'm a Pokémon Trainer from Lavaridge Town in Hoenn." He gave a small sigh- Melody had a point, after all, this problem seemed to be pretty significant. Significant enough that one man probably shouldn't hope to fix it himself. But then, that's also how the problems facing Aduro Island had seemed, Keith reminded himself, and he wound up being the reason the island's volcano went inactive, the island's wild Pokémon were freed from Heatran's tyrannical rule, and the island's Heatmor population now stood an actual chance at survival. Of course, it was foolish to think that on that basis alone he absolutely could fix this... but by the same token, it was this adventure of his that gave him hope that maybe, just maybe, there could be something he could do. "...You know what, I'll do that," he nodded. "I'll speak with the Melitologist. Hell, maybe I could try and figure out the reason the Combee population started dwindling to begin with. Meowth, you could probably help with that if the Combee themselves know anything, yeah?" Meowth shrugged. "Ya ain't wrong," he conceded. Keith turned back to Melody. "I don't know if I'm gonna be able to help this town," he said. "But what I can promise you for sure, Melody, is that I'm gonna do my best to help." "And his best ain't too shabby," Meowth added. |
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And what came out wasn’t his voice. He cupped his hands to his mouth, horrified, trying to stem the flow of vomit. He heard the crowd’s murmurs and jeers of disapproval crescendo in volume. Michael was crying now, his tears mixing with the half-digested spaghetti his mum had cooked him earlier that night in his hands. This was a disaster! He fell to his knees, unable to move, unable to breathe…. Until he felt the world beneath him give way. And then Michael woke up. He looked around. Luckily the other commuters on the bus with him didn’t seem to have noticed he’d nodded off. He really had to stop falling asleep on public transport, it was a bad habit. And speaking of bad habits… Michael reached up and lifted the Munna that was currently drooling in his hair off his head. “Thanks for that Es, you were supposed to make sure I didn’t fall asleep.” Michael said. Esmerelda yawned. “I’m sorry… I just felt like taking a quick nap of my own…” She murmured in her sleep. Michael couldn’t help but chuckle lightly. That was just like her. At least she’d managed to wake him up by eating that nightmare of his. He didn’t know why the thought of joining a theatre group freaked him out this much. He was always the sort of person who liked being the center of attention, so why did the thought of being paid attention to make him freeze up like that? It was so annoying… The bus rattled to a halt. Michael tentatively departed the vehicle with Esmerelda reattached to his head. He looked down at the list of theatre auditions in the area he had made. The City of Jesters and Thieves... this did sound like the type of place filled with the chaotic atmosphere in which he thrived. But was he really ready to do this? He wasn’t sure. He really wasn't sure.
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Gary quickly reached for vine after vine to continue pulling himself up the muddy slope, Kratos not far behind. Kratos was having a much easier time of escaping the swamp, thanks to his webbed toes giving him proper traction in the wet terrain. Eventually the two made it back to the top of the slope where they had previously been on the trail before sliding into the dangerous swamp below. Gary reached out and tugged on one last hanging vine to pull himself up back onto the trail. Yet, there was something off about this vine, as it gave way when Gary pulled on it. Stumbling forward, Gary tried to grab the earth so he wouldn’t tumble all the way back down into the swamp and have this all be for naught. However, by doing so he was now left in a defenseless position, and Gary could suddenly feel a killing intent coming from above. He glanced up to see a large shadow accompanied by a large toothy mouth and leafy appendages. It would be moments until he would become potential dinner, and at this point instinct took over. “Kratos!” Gary yelled, grabbing his Pokemon’s attention. “Duck!” the Golduck responded, instantly knowing what his trainer meant, not by some kind of psychic connection, but rather years of experience battling together. Kratos turned to the plant-like creature and aimed, ready to launch an Ice Beam to blast it off its mark.
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Missingno. Master - [Update Music] After finishing your honey tea, both you and Meowth parted ways with Melody with a set destination in mind: the southern edge of the swamp, located on the southside of the village. According to Melody, the Melitologist should be there studying one of the Combee’s colonies, and if all went well, you would try to find a way to help this village’s dire situation - even if it meant going against all odds to do so. That is what you do, after all - it wouldn’t be the first time, and it most certainly wouldn’t be the last. Simply put, there’s no harm in at least trying, right? |
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Inches from his demise, the Carnivine was suddenly blasted off course by an Ice Beam from Kratos, the Venus fly trap landing with a thud in the muddy trail. With danger averted by a hair’s length, Gary slowly got to his feet and shot Kratos a grateful smirk, who replied with a confident but not cocky thumbs-up. Now that he was back on his feet on sure footing, Gary turned to face the Carnivine as it angrily picked itself back up. It then dug its vine-like roots into the ground, absorbing nutrients with an Ingrain. The Carnivine followed up its assault with a Leaf Tornado, a gust-like flurry of leaves pelting off the water-typed Golduck. Gary bit his lip as Kratos couldn’t have enjoyed that. He noticed that the attack disoriented Kratos a little, but Carnivine fixating itself to the ground would end up working in their favor, Gary thought. “Alright, Kratos, shake it off! It’s already mobilized itself with that Ingrain, so let’s hamper it further by Disabling its Leaf Tornado attacks! Since it’s stuck in one place, maintain your distance and blast it with a Blizzard!” Gary had already wasted enough time by falling into the swamp. He knew that a man’s life was in the balance, and he wouldn’t let himself forget that. For now, this Carnivine would have to face the consequences of picking a fight with him.
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It was a pleasant walk. A pair of Fletchling sang from above them, a first for Keith's trip to this forest. Of course, the pleasant nature of the Fletchling song was mitigated somewhat by the constant presence of dead and dying flowers. Keith shook his head- he generally didn't see flowers look like this until after his Garbodor picked them. After twenty minutes of walking, however, there came quite the sufficient distraction from the dying plant life. Namely, a loud shriek, one which startled a flock of Woobat from their hiding place, and the source of said shriek wasn't hard to find- a person clad in beekeeping gear, along with a group of bee Pokémon, though she seemed to be doing a terrible job at keeping them. "Dose have gotta be da most aggressive Combee I ever seen!" Meowth declared as Keith dug out his Pokédex. "Combee, the Tiny Bee Pokémon. A Bug and Flying-type," said Keith's Pokédex. "A Pokémon formed by three others, Combee collects and delivers sweet honey to the rest of its colony. It constantly works to please its evolved form, Vespiquen." "I'd hate to see the Vespiquen who'd be pleased by this," Keith remarked- the woman was now being rammed repeatedly by the single Combee who, up until now, had been watching the others attack. "Meowth, we gotta help her!" he exclaimed. "Oh, yeah, I'm just gonna rush right in ta take on a swarm o' angry Combee, dat's a great idea," Meowth replied sarcastically. "Oh, relax," Keith retorted, clutching a Poké Ball. "I intend to take them on with a bug even bigger and badder than they are." And he threw the ball. "Colin, I choose you!" he declared. The ball split open, and in a flash of light, there appeared Keith's Yanmega. "Yan ya!" rumbled Colin in that deep, rumbling voice of his. "Alright, Colin, let's show those Combee who's boss!" Keith declared. "Fire an Ancient Power at the one attacking the woman- don't hurt the woman, of course," he added. "This'll likely turn the whole swarm on you, so be ready to meet them with your Air Slash and Bug Buzz attacks, alright?" "Yan!" nodded the Yanmega, already prepared to start attacking. |
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=-------------------~Morningstar~-------------------= The light in the distance has peeked your interest, what could it possibly be? You had not realised how far the light actually was until you began to draw closer, which is also when you noticed the oddity surrounding the light. It was a brilliant purple, shimmering brightly in the pale light of the graveyard against the harsh darkness of the rest of the atmosphere. However, the brilliant light also gave way to a hunched over figure carrying whatever was producing it. Upon closer inspection you realised it wasn't actually something that was hunched over... but rather something that was short, particularly short --- perhaps because the figure actually belonged to a child. Seeing a child alone wasn't actually that alarming, you would normally see all sorts of children of various age groups travelling with their Pokemon, the concerning part was that the girl seemingly had no such creatures with her. You felt like perhaps the young girl had gotten lost while playing, and if so perhaps it was in your best interest to help her? You gave your Mawile the bouquet after setting her gently back on the ground, moving closer to the young girl. You didn't want to move too quickly, as you were afraid any extremely quick motion might startle the young girl. The young girl was staring into a large hole, so you slowly approached her from one side and bent down to be level with the young girl. The girl didn't seem to move, but you could hear her light and raspy breaths. you spoke to the young girl, but got nothing in response. Her breathing didn't even change to acknowledge that she had maybe heard you, her eyes remained glued to whatever was in that hole. It was weird, that was for sure. Especially considering that the hole was completely empty. Sure, it kind of looked like a grave --- but it was far too old to be of any sort of concern. It actually looked like it had been dug many years ago and just abandoned here without ever housing a body, maybe the young girl had stumbled upon it and was too anxious because she had almost fallen inside it? It was rather hard to say. You reached out towards her, attempting to touch the rod in her hands. Although she had been motionless and quiet, you simply touching the rod caused her hands to tense up and her breathing to quicken. "N...no..." She began, starting to shake. It looked like there were tears beginning to form in her eyes. "No... touch..." She turned very slowly to look at you, her eyes were sunken into their sockets, greying and almost lifeless in a way. "It... bad..." She murmured to herself, continuing to tighten her grip on the lantern. You glanced down at her hands for the first time, you noticed that her small hands which were whitening around the knuckles due to how tight her grip is were glowing purple around the wrists, almost appearing as though she was chained to the rod. It was as if she was being Imprisoned by an invisible force. Actually, the little girl was beginning to look weaker. Her posture was becoming more and more slouched and it looked like she could fall into the hole at any moment. Meanwhile, the candle was beginning to glow brighter and brighter with each passing second. It seems like something is very wrong with this little girl, should you help somehow? What do you do? =-------------------~Kawaii~-------------------= Your mind was reeling, you jumped into action insanely fast --- not even bothering to think about the possible consequences. You began crawling on your hands and knees, rushing through the makeshift burrow to save all the Pokemon that had become trapped inside during the onslaught. Luckily for you, it seemed that some of the stronger residents were doing that job for you. A Nidoran nodded towards you and your Pokemon as it made it's may out of the burrow, two much smaller and more defenceless Pokemon riding on it's back. That was when you caught sight of Croagunk, he must have been the leader of the bunch, fighting valiantly for his family. The only issue was, he was vastly outnumbered. Three snakes crowded him, causing the Croagunk to huff with exhaustion. He was smart, targeting the center snake --- seemingly their leader. His thinking was sound, eliminate the leader in order to make the others flee. Unfortunately for him, the Pokemon seemed well aware of this and had began to attack him mercilessly. You noticed the Croagunk struggling, commanding your Pokemon with ease to lead them into attack. The snakes in question were long, the leader in particular was large and in charge. He was a darker purple than the others, with a large crest like neck. You realised that the centre snake was actually a rather threatening Arbok, while it's two companions were simply the lesser form known as Ekans. DTM and Tengu each ran towards their own respective Ekans, with Oisin running up to help DTM. The Croagunk glanced to the side, it looked like he appreciated the help. Oisin saw how worn he looked and shoved him out of the way, taking on the challenge of facing the Arbok by himself. Each Pokemon began with a tackle, all except Tengu who began to Bide his time, all hitting their respective targets and causing them to hiss slightly. Tengu in particular was fighting valiantly, images of that cute little Oddish flashing through his mind. He had to win this, she deserved to feel safe in her home. The two Ekans each hissed loudly, the left Ekans let out a piercing Screech that blasted Tengu's ears. The right Ekans that DTM was facing off against Glared at her with malicious intent, she felt her body grow sluggish and frightened. She was finding it harder to move as she stared down the snake. The Arbok laughed at the Deerling's foolishness, the tackle barely seemed to make a dent in it's rough skin, especially because Oisin seemed particularly Intimidated by the sheer size of the creature. The Arbok let out a loud choking sound and blasted a ball of Acid at Oisin, the Deerling took a few steps back upon taking the hit considering it had done a significant amount of damage due to his grass typing. All the snakes are still looking pretty well off, you may want to think carefully about your next moves. What do you do? =-------------------~Whimsy~-------------------= Centre stage, in front of everyone. These people wanted a performance and they were waiting for you to provide them with one, there were so many sets of eyes out there that you couldn't make out. So many people that you didn't want to disappoint, and you were determined to not be a failure. You approached the mic, tapping it a few times for effect before clearing your throat. This was your moment, your time to shine. You opened your mouth as the music began to play and- Oh god. Piles of undigested spaghetti began to pour from your mouth, you cupped your hands to your mouth hoping to contain it. The crowd had turned on you, their angry shouts muffled by the sound of your own profuse vomiting as the spaghetti poured from your mouth and onto the floor. The sound of the wet noodles slapping the stage floor was making your head spin, your tears mixed into the disgusting mixture of noodles and sauce in a weird array of soupy spillage. The world began to spin and shift around you, the darkness slowly began to consume your body as the world faded away. At that moment you were forcibly snapped back to reality, waking up from your horrible pasta filled nightmare on the bus. Thankfully, it looked like no one had seen you taking a snooze on the bus --- it was kind of a blessing, although the Munna that was currently drooling on your hair was the most pressing issue. At least she had eaten that awful dream, but now you had to face up to that in real life. You loved attention, you could eat it up almost like your Munna had eaten your bad dream... but for some reason it made you freeze up having all eyes on you. It was odd, annoying, and kind of stupid. The bus slowly came to a halt, forcing you to take a deep breath and step off the bus. You looked around, during the day the place wasn't as lively as you had heard. The sun was beginning to set in the distance and you could see some people in costume beginning to set up a couple of tables and string lights. A theatre stage was beginning to be filled with various props while a young girl swept the floor, she was wearing as little clothing as she could get away with. A bra to cover her breasts, short purple sleeves, and low hanging pants that were seemingly too big. Her stomach and cleavage were fully visible, and she looked like she might be a performer for the area. The girl put down her broom, stepping off the stage and taking a second to stretch. Her long blonde hair was done into two elegant and wavy ponytails, hanging down near her lower half. The girl glanced behind her, noticing you gradually getting closer to the stage. A warm smile crossed her lips, approaching you. "Hi there! Are you here for the show?" She asked, her voice sounded high pitched and young... it was possible she wasn't even an adult yet. Her cool icy blue eyes seemed to look into you, she was scanning every part of you --- until she noticed your sheet of paper with theatre auditions on it. "Oh!" She exclaimed. "I guess you're here for auditions then? I can take you to them if you'd like! They don't start till after dark, like most things around here." She gave another warm smile, something about her made you feel calm, and her perfume was making your head feel weird. Perhaps you should go with her? What do you do? |
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Pausing for a moment at the surprise twist, the Mawile retains eye contact with the bear, before giving a nudge to his ally in stead discreetly, to garner her attention. At the sight of the smitten yet naive Pangoro, she gave a smal chuckle before turning her attention to the drunk, voice tinged with venom as she opted to give the fool a reality check. "...you're full of shit, and not just alcohol...why not be like your, ah, friend here and relax?" Giving a motion towards the Pangoro, she turned her head to the Mawile. "Come now, it's rude to leave a lady hanging, Bel. Do be courteous and take her hand in a gentle grip with your own, yet firm like a vice, then kindly tease and taunt our inebriated fellow with the pair of you, then blow her a gentle kiss with a fairy wind that serves both to give approval of her mannerisms, yet teach her that fleeting love can be painful. Be gentle, though." The steel type gave what could be a mischievous wink towards her and then the Pangoro, while the woman stood staring at the drunk, her stance in one to show her declaration of who was in charge in this conversation. This man was entertaining, judging by the bouncer's thoughts, but he did pose a simple question. "As for what this so-called bitch wants, that is none of your business. No, the question that should be asked is whether your kids - if you have any with that mouth of yours still under your wing - know you're getting sloshed at some bar." |
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Kratos started things off by Disabling the Carnivine from using another Leaf Tornado. As the Venus Flytrap looked around in confusion, Gary couldn’t help but smile. However, as the plant looked as if it had a trick up its sleeve, Kratos wasted no time in blowing a powerful Blizzard its way. Unfortunately for Kratos, the Carnivine seemed to Bind him with its vines and then uprooted itself to hit him with a Vine Whip. Shit, can it do that? Gary muttered to himself, annoyed. Kratos and the Carnivine both appeared to be near the end of their ropes. Thinking to himself for a quick moment, Gary called out a strategy to Kratos. “Kratos, let’s disorient it with a Confuse Ray! After that, follow it up with an Ice Beam!” As Kratos nodded slowly, Gary prayed that this would be enough to finally put the hungry plant down.
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Calling this a huge miscalculation would be an understatement. Not only did the eggs indeed have caretakers, it turned out they were just around the corner, and the whole situation devolved into a massive misunderstanding! The sight of a giant Gourgeist making a beeline for him was, simply put, the scariest thing Rorik had yet seen in his short-lived life as a traveler; even if more horrid sights were to come, the vision of that ghost advancing towards him was immediately burned into his mind. Far from the bravest man in the world, Rorik instinctively stepped backwards with every step forward of the super-sized Gourgeist, while Munchlax rolled his eyes. Just how clueless could his Trainer be? Rorik always took him for the idiot one, but the "expert in bonds" hadn't even remembered to give him a proper name, let alone ask Munchlax to protect him... Deciding it was better to step in before the silly man got hurt, Munchlax began to gather burning energy in his mouth, prepared to unleash his recently-perfected Flamethrower... but just then, the Gourgeist stopped advancing! "Wh-what's this?..." Noise and commotion came from behind the Belue Berry bush from where he'd just been shooed away from, and clearly, the Gourgeist was just as surprised as Rorik was. Visibly worried for its partner and its eggs, the Ghost-Type shifted its focus back to its nest and mercifully retreated. "Oh thank Arceus... Come you two, let's get out of here at once! This place is dange.... what are you doing?!" Ignoring Rorik's cowardly command, Munchlax and Staryu - rarely, if ever, on the same page up until that point - exchanged a glance and decided to approach the bush, the Water-Type providing lighting with its gem while the more physically-inclined bear cautiously peeked back inside the bush to see what was going on. Is this... solidarity between Pokémon? Why aren't they fleeing? This... isn't our problem... Professor Pine would have much rather let nature run its course and walk his way back towards safer ground, but he didn't want to create a rift between himself and his partners, whom he was yet to understand even slightly. Fine, if they wanted to get involved he might as well be there to give them whatever little backup he could provide. What will happen if we're forced to fight something? I've never been in a battle my entire life... can those two handle it?!
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Strange. The hole was empty, not even containing a coffin like Athena expected. Even stranger, the hole didn’t seem fresh despite the shovel at the girl’s side. And the strangest was that the girl wasn’t responsive at all. “Are you ok?” Athena addressed the girl. “My name is Athena, what’s your name?” In any other context, she might’ve thought the girl was just shy, but the blank look on her face was concerning. She looked up towards the lantern, wondering what made the fire an eerie purple. Slowly, she lifted her hand to touch it in curiosity. “N…no…” The girl struggled to get out. Athena drew back her hand and breathed a sharp intake. The child turned to look at her and Athena couldn’t help but gasp. An otherworldly chain was locked tight around her small wrists, and it seemed to be draining her energy, fast. The purple flame that swung in the lantern above them grew larger, and the girl was getting dangerously close to the edge of the hole. “Eclair,” Athena called, trying not to let her panic show in her voice. “Come here. Come help.” The Mawile, who had been surveying the surrounding area with caution, placed the bouquet on the ground and ran to her trainer’s side. She recognized the danger immediately, baring the fangs on the back of her head Intimidatingly at the candle in the lantern. “On my signal, blow that fire out with a Fairy Wind,” the trainer directed, keeping her voice low. She placed her hands in front of the girl protectively to catch her if she were to fall. Making eye contact with her Pokemon, Athena nodded. “Now!” |
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The severely outmatched Gourgeist were fighting for their lives and that of their future children, and by doing so, found themselves on the brink of utter defeat; the much smaller Rattata didn't falter against the much larger opponents, thoroughly reliant on their number and type advantages to stand up to the colossi; and even Munchlax and Staryu seemed unfazed by this sorry state of affairs, with no intention of backing away from it all! Five of those ravenous, disease-ridden rodents... two of those otherworldly possessed pumpkins... what the hell are they thinking sticking their noses in that kind of business? Why won't they listen to reason? He'd briefly considered a heroic attempt at combat if there had only been a single foe to contend with. Best case scenario, there were five times that number, and that was if the Gourgeist stopped seeing him as a threat as well. He was not prepared for this kind of heroism - he wanted out. And still, despite his cowardice, neither of his partners shared the sentiment. Even Munchlax, who should've gone crazy at the sight of those eggs ripe for the picking - one of which already cracked open and everything! -, seemed overpowered by some kind of resolve Rorik never knew he possessed. Was that... the effect of Champion Gottfried's training? The bear did belong to him at first... If that was the case, well, our noble Champion might as well have taught that idiot the benefits of picking one's battles! The battle raged on, with the Rattata quickly overwhelming the Ghost-Type protectors of their future meal. If allowed to run its course, natural order would no doubt benefit the predators. And that, in turn, meant the next generation of Pumpkaboo would never be born, and the two zealous Gourgeist would never be parents. For some reason, that impending loss resonated with Rorik's Pokémon... Exchanging a quick glance, Mucnhlax and Staryu made up their minds. THey knew they couldn't rely on their Trainer for this, but something compelled them to do the right thing, and that was even the odds. Jumping from their position to stand between the Rattata and the exhausted Gourgeist, both Pokémon then charged simultaneously, each readying for a Tackle that hopefully would be strong enough to dissuade the smaller attackers!
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