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218.666667 | 2022-03-15 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Oh, ya might as well call it a room, mate. It's not like any prison you've seen before.\" No sense in beating around the bush, he figured. \"Like, the only thing that's actually *Prison-like* Is the food. The food fucking sucks. Otherwise, you get a lot of freedom, y'know?\"\n\n□ Speaking with a slight huff from the weight of the case in his arms, he kept on walking, taking the stairs one at a time like he always did. Newton's Cradle, as it turned out, was an experiment in prison design and function, far more lax and free than your average iron bars and bodily violation in the showers prison that was the norm world-wide. Two-tone hair bouncing lightly with each step, he silently cringed with the comparison of his name to a Harry Potter character.\n\n▪︎ This would not do.\n\n◆ \"Yeah, but unlike Snape I'm not the product of a batshit delusional TERF who's got termites in her fucking skull.\" He spat. \"J.K. Rowling's ansorry excuse of a human being and I'd drive a stake through her heart and lay garlic 'round her neck to make sure she doesn't come back when she dies. Just... Fuck, I hate her. She isn't even a good writer, she's just got a brainless following of adults and so she has her audience to preach bullshit to. Sorry for the rant, just...\""
},
{
"author": "motherpuro",
"message": "\"Erm... I-I'm not gonna ask about that...\" *She never really liked keeping up on the writers of books, she always just liked reading the books just for how good they are, never anything else... It could be reasonably assumed that she just doesn't keep up with writers and drama, which is quite true.*\n\n\"So, prison-like food, so basically grade school lunches, eh? Seriously though, that shit was terrible, have you ever had the fucking pizza they made??\" *She feigned a gag for emphasis*\n\n*Honestly, she was right though, her and her friend group always collectively agreed that school lunches tasted like shit. I guess the school budget went to the already crappy curriculum rather than the lunches*\n\n*You could hear some clinking from the inside of the boxes she's holding, definitely confirming that the suitcase you have just has clothes in it*"
},
{
"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Right, my bad.\"\n\n□ Awkwardly chuckling, he eclipsed the top of the stairs, platforms clomping against the ground quietly with each weighted step. Was the suitcase really that heavy? Or was he just out of shape? *Probably the latter,* He reasoned. Listening as Penelope spoke, he took occasional mental notes, nodded to show he was listening, quietly agreed while walking closer to the building's proper entrance.\n\n▪︎ He couldn't wait to have this damned suitcase out of his arms.\n\n◆ \"Kinda like that, yeah. Just... Worse, somehow.\" A chuckle followed. \"Or maybe school lunches where you are ain't as bad as British lunches. Could be that, mate, because let me tell you, those lunches were enough to turn your stomach upside down. Anyways.\""
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173.2 | 2022-03-16 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "motherpuro",
"message": "*She chuckles as she re-adjusts with the help of some vines that decided to come out to help her, but at this point, summoning vines to help her out is so sub-conscious that they practically do it automatically*\n\n*Once i make this realization, i audibly facepalm as i get my vines to just carry my boxes for me* \n\n*She says while chuckling and getting a vine to help you out* \"I am so fucking stupid\"\n\n\"I am so sorry, Silas... I completely forgot about my vines...\""
},
{
"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Huh?\"\n\n□ Admittedly, Silas hadn't even noticed anything. He'd been more focused on keeping his grip steady and preventing his knuckles from staining themselves in permanent frost to really notice what was going on behind him. If anything, it came as a bit of a surprise that this girl, this Natsuki knockoff, was apologizing out of the blue, and it was only with the slight turn of his noggin that he noticed exactly what she was talking about. Vines had sprouted from the ground, grasping at suitcases with mindless skill, and though it initially got a surprised look out of him he soon laughed it off and kept on walking.\n\n▪︎ After all...\n\n◆ \"Ain't no sense in apologizing, mate. Fuck... That's hardly the weirdest thing in a place like this.\" He spoke in an amused manner. \"Like, you're gonna see so much weirder by the time you leave here, alright? So don't bother apologizing for shit like this. It's kinda pointless.\""
},
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"author": "motherpuro",
"message": "\"N-No, you don't understand, i coulda used them this whole time and i just forgot about them... I know you were struggling...\"\n\n*One of the vines grabs the suitcase from your hands and you can get a good look at 'em. Its classic vines, a nice green color, occasional leaves along it, and its **Thick as fuck**, just so it can actually grab and move things without breaking*\n\n\"I get that i'll see weirder things, i just feel bad for making you carry that without me using my vines to just make it easier for us..."
},
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Nah, nah, don't worry about me, mate.\" Dismissively nudging the vine away, he'd seemingly made up his mind. \"Might do me and my stick arms some good to lift some heavy shit for once, huh?\"\n\n□ Perhaps he was being a bit *Too* Dismissive of the offered help, but as it went in his mind, he'd come this far already so why give up when he was at most five more minutes of heft away? Now at the door he managed to nudge it open with his hip, clearly experienced in the field, and once it was open he'd press his back flat to it and wave Penelope in with the intentional wave of his head.\n\n▪︎ After all, it was a bit chilly, so there was no sense in standing around too long outside.\n\n◆ \"Aaalright, so.\" Once Penelope would make her way in, of her own accord, Silas would break the silence prior to the door closing. \"Did they tell ya what floor you're on, mate? Or do they expect ya to be a clairvoyant and divine where the fuck you'll be sleeping?\""
},
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"author": "motherpuro",
"message": "*She starts to get a bit worried on how much he's dismissing help, but at least she goes inside with him, agreeing that it is wayyy too cold outside*\n\n*Her thoughts are so paranoid about how he thinks of her, if there was a mind reader here, they'd get 2nd hand depression from how negative the thoughts are*\n\n\"Erm... I was told i'd be on the first floor, that's what i remember anyway... A-Are you sure that you don't want me to help with that?\"\n\n*I mean, his arms must be tired at this point! His arms are practically twigs, his arms must be so tired from holding that suitcase full of clothes... She walks through and ushers Silas through with her, trying to get this to her room as fast as possible, just for his sake*"
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189.25 | 2022-03-18 | GuildTextChat | [
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"author": "motherpuro",
"message": "\"Would you believe me if i said it was vandalism?\"\n\n*She had this tone that mostly told you that she didn't expect you to believe it. Honestly, she looks like the kinda girl who didn't know what she was doing and was just going with the flow*\n\n\"Don't you hate peer pressure?\" *If you pay attention, you can see that her vines are gesturing along with her, she is one of those people who talk with their hands a lot*"
},
{
"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"I'd believe it.\" He nodded. It seemed reasonable enough, given how silly his reasoning for being at Newton's Cradle was. \"I've heard a lot of people are just here for the stupidest of shit, mate. Seems like if you're a teenager and you get caught using your magic you're just whisked off here with neither jury nor trial. Kinda fucked up.\"\n\n□ Making his way through the foyer clogged thick with the luggage of other *Prisoners* Of various degrees of criminality, he adjusted the case in his arms slightly to make sure his arms wouldn't die out on him. It wouldn't have been a good look, plus he really did intend on carrying this damned suitcase all the way to Penelope's dorm, if only to beef his slender arms up a bit. Sure, he still didn't know *Exactly* Where they were going, but he hoped that eventually they'd find their way.\n\n▪︎ More about the journey than the destination, really.\n\n◆ \"Eh, it's not all that bad, mate. You just gotta be willing to tell 'em to fuck off.\" He'd shrug. \"That how you wound up vandalizing something?\""
},
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"author": "motherpuro",
"message": "*Penelope sighs and says in a pretty defeated tone:* \"Yeah, peer pressure, some girls wanted me to do some graffiti, and i did end up doing some, but i was dumb and a camera saw me using my vines... They were some good friends, so i could exactly say no, i didn't want to risk our friendship...\"\n\n*She looks like she doesn't quite want to talk about it, it looks quite embarrasing for her...*\n\n*She spots her dorm finally and lights up* \"Oh- Hey, i see my dorm! I think so, anyway...\" *It is her dorm room, its empty and assigned to her*"
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Shit, yeah, that happens.\" Silas chuckled, a breathy undertone laced through the laugh echoing from his throat. \"Bit of peer pressure goes a long way. Least you won't be here forever, huh? Now that'd suck.\"\n\n□ Not at Newton's Cradle forever, but who was to say that the authorities would let prisoners age out of the system? Wouldn't they just send them off to proper adult parahuman facilities? Or was this place really, genuinely, a rehab centre? He didn't want to think too much about it right now, so he shook his head lightly, split-tone shag swaying with each swing of his head. Turning a corner he began humming, but was soon interrupted by Penelope announcing that her dorm was just up ahead.\n\n▪︎ *Good riddance,* He grumbled in his skull, *My arms are killing me...*\n\n◆ \"Well, hopefully it's your dorm, mate. Don't think it'd be fun to have to do three or four laps of the dorms to figure out where the fuck you're staying, right?\" He'd speak without turning his head. \"Just let me know which one and I'll drop it off. Of course, though, you're on your own after that. Hope you'll be fine.\""
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207.5 | 2022-03-22 | GuildTextChat | [
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"author": "tyrantladis",
"message": "Out on the campus' outdoors, in a small field of grass between walkways, a young blonde boy was crouched, holding his hands out, and breathing rather heavily. Across from him a snake coiled in the grass. It was an odd looking sort of serpent, its scales a strange, mottled assortment of greens. It brought to mind some sort of toxic animal with the coloration...\n\nShould one draw closer, they would be able to hear the young man speak. \"I... It's okay.\" He said, the worried tone and stilted manner of speaking a sign that he quite clearly was not what he said he was. Still, he slowly, carefully began to move forward. \"I'm not... It's fine... Nothing's going wrong...\"\n\nThe snake hissed and opened its mouth at him, revealing a many toothed maw, with sharp fangs running down it. \"Don't...\" The young man stuttered, halting in place. \"It's... No, don't do that...\""
},
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Ooh dear...\"\n\n□ Who would have thought that falling out of a tree would have some after effects? Sure, she hadn't broken anything, but gosh darn it her body still ached something fierce from all the bumps and bruises she'd picked up on the way down. Groaning lightly as she walked outside, River had expected a pretty quaint scene – bright sun partially obscured by clouds, brisk yet bearable weather, peace and quiet – but instead she saw a lad in the grass, his head bowed lightly as he seemingly tried to charm a snake.\n\n▪︎ What the heck...? Maybe it was just part of her powers.\n\n◇ Rather than say anything, though, she simply took a seat in the lawn about ten good paces away, crossing her legs at the ankles like a pretzel and looking on with curious eyes."
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"author": "tyrantladis",
"message": "Upon closer inspection, it seemed one of the young man's fingers was missing, his index finger in particular, something far more evident now as he reached his arm out to the snake. \"Don't... It's fine... It's not going to hurt...\" He said, his eyes completely focused on the snake. \"I'm just... It's just... A little prick, and-\"\n\nThe snake's hissing grew louder and louder with each passing second, until finally, as the young man held his four-fingered hand out towards the snake, as if to touch it, the creature lashed out, launching forwards from its coil and biting his hand!\n\nThe boy cried out in a short, painful gasp, before silencing it and grasping at his wrist. The snake wriggled to and fro as he held his hand up, its long, sinuous body keeping itself on the boy's hand as he eventually fell to the ground, still holding tightly to his wrist."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Eep!\"\n\n□ When she'd sat down to watch this impromptu snake charmer do his thing, she hadn't noticed a lot of details. His murmuring, the missing finger, the snake's fear; these were all things she'd missed, and it was only in the moment before everything went wrong that she noticed it all at once. It was a bolt from the blue, and once she realized it she wasn't even allowed a moment to process before the guy's hand was bit and a wicked yelp let loose from his lips.\n\n▪︎ And, so her body began to move on its own.\n\n◆ \"Stop that, you!\" She bellowed at the snake, though she couldn't stomp it like her instincts told her to do. Curse of being defensive of people and just wanting to ease pain: she was stuck across from this kid with a snake latched onto his hand, and she was powerless to help. Unless... \"Dude, what do I do? Are you okay? Is this just part of your power? WHY IS THERE A SNAKE BITING YOUR HAND‽\"\n\n• Needless to say, she was freaking out."
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237.25 | 2022-03-24 | GuildTextChat | [
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"author": "tyrantladis",
"message": "\"N-no, it's okay! It's fine! I just... It just stings!\" He said, doing his best to keep it together while the snake wriggled to and fro on his stump. \"I don't... I'm used to it!\"\n\nSlowly, carefully he gets on his knees, holding his hand up, his face still wincing as he held his hand up, the snake still whirling about on the stump. \"W... Watch, yeah? I'll be... I'll be fine!\" He breathed. The pain of the bite wasn't what hurt, after all, it was what came next that always felt strange and discomforting. The snake's body began to shrink, as it slowly began to calm from its furious wiggles. Slowly, but surely, the animal was now turning into something else. The young man's missing finger.\n\nTaking a deep breath, he sighed. \"Sorry for troubling you there.\" He muttered. \"My finger sort of got cut awhile back and turned into, well... The snake, and that's the faster way to get it back.\""
},
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"What do you mean you're used to it? That's a-\" Letting out an exasperated groan, she threw her hands up lightly and stepped back, though the worry in her face still showed itself in her eyebrows and her frown-tugged lips. \"I guess if you say you're fine...\"\n\n□ Now, she couldn't exactly grip how exactly being bitten by a wriggling snake was fine and dandy, at least at first she couldn't. It just seemed so alien, and if anything before his power started to show itself she begin to think he was a kook of some sort. Suddenly, though, her expression shifted from weird concern to mild amazement as the snake began to stiffen up and shrink, metamorphosed into a finger before her very eyes.\n\n▪︎ Man, powers were weird sometimes.\n\n◆ \"Oh, okay... Jeez, that scared me. Sorry! Just... Who the heck expects to see someone willingly being bit by a snake?\" Now that the initial shock and horror was gone, her face had flushed lightly with embarrassment, a hand to the back of her neck. \"Anyways, uh... Is that your power, dude? Snakes?\""
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"author": "tyrantladis",
"message": "\"If it were just snakes, that'd be a lot cooler.\" He sighed. If only it were just something innocent, like some animal. \"By some cruel twist of fate, my power's baked into my last name... Even if my family isn't really, well... The one I grew up with aren't my real parents.\"\n\nStill sitting on the grass, he smiled up at River and held his hand out, the one that had been recently healed, the snakes tail gave a final wriggle before the figure of his finger returned to that of a normal human digit. \"Lerna. Edwin Lerna's my name, and my powers are all connected to the mythical creature my last name's famous for. Some call it a curse, some call it a blessing... All I know is that when your breath is always as bad as the Hydra's, you tend to go through toothbrushes quickly.\"\n\n\"You wanna tell me yours, or is it uhh... Sensitive to talk about? I'm still not sure if that's... If people are all okay with just sharing theirs here...\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Oh... Well, at least you know, right?\"\n\n□ Awkwardly navigating the outright adoption confession that had been directed her way, River kept herself upright, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her baggy cargo pants in response to a cool breeze that had whipped against her knuckles. That out of the way, she looked down at the lad, curious green eyes observing how Edwin's face moved as he talked, a weird little habit of hers that had got her bullied heavily before.\n\n▪︎ Now wasn't the time, though.\n\n◆ \"Oh jeez, the hydra is real? Wait. I thought that was just mythological? Or something. My part- I mean, friend, back home.\" She awkwardly chuckled. She actually hadn't been dating anyone, but she also did *Not* Want to explain a queer platonic partner to a literal stranger. No go. \"She was super heavy into mythology, and she said something about the Hydra being killed by, uh... Hercules? Yeah, that's the dude. I think. Anyways, is the Hydra real? Is it a pet? Can you tell it to roll over?\"\n\n• What a dork."
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309.666667 | 2022-03-25 | GuildTextChat | [
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"author": "tyrantladis",
"message": "\"Well, real or not, they're still my mom and dad.\" He chuckled, bright amber eyes turning aside as fond memories of them filled his mind, a bright, sincere smile crossing his lips. He couldn't help but wonder how they were doing now, without him. The boy should probably write a letter...\n\nShaking his head to clear the thoughts out, however, Edwin carefully listened to River's words as she spoke. As the question rode out on the quiet air between them, his smile widened, as another important person of his past came to the forefront. \"Ah, I don't know if the Hydra's... Uhh It's just that what I can do... Grow back things, pop snake heads out of my skin...\"\n\nTo demonstrate, he took the finger from before, and raised it, the finger morphing into a little snake and wiggling before returning to the form of his digit. \"...And having breath that can almost knock someone out, as well as my last name... Well, the way my friend put it...\"\n\nHe put a hand on his chest, \"*Yours truly* Might just be that very Hydra... Or at least an incarnation of it.\"\n\nA beat.\n\n\"...I *Can* Totally roll over if you'd like me to, though I'm not exactly keen on being a pet.\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"True.\" She smiled, her eyes crinkling a bit at the corners as they always did. \"And that's all you could wish for, right? Acceptance, love, support... Unless you're actually really unlucky and they hate you? I dunno. Just covering all my bases.\"\n\n□ Letting out an awkward chuckle, she finally took a seat, gently lowering herself to the ground below and crossing her legs at the ankles. Shivering lightly as her butt hit the cold damp ground, she also found this chill to be oddly invigorating, almost like a swim back home in a river in October. Whatever the case, she looked over at Edwin, leaning in lightly and nodding as he spoke. As he turned his finger *Back* Into a snake she couldn't help but let out a soft *Ooh,* Mostly because the guy had just turned his finger into a frigging snake.\n\n▪︎ And then the conversation turned back on her. \n\n◆ \"Oohkay, gotcha. That's pretty cool though, dude!... Even if it's a bit freaky to look at.\" She felt bad for commenting on it like that, but she couldn't pull the words back to her mouth and purge the memory from Edwin's mind, so... \"Anyways, you're a living Hydra? Dude, that's awesome! Also, jeez, don't actually roll over! It was just a joke, that'd actually be pretty dehumanizing, and magic already kinda turns us into spectacles in the eyes of society as a whole, so we weirdos gotta stick together.\" She'd smile, before letting out a sigh. \"I can see auras. The past and the future and its side effects. All that. It's honestly still wild to me, but hey, I guess I'm in some way a mythological person too; seems like the Oracle at Delphi was in the same boat as me, just... Way less dorky.\""
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"author": "tyrantladis",
"message": "\"It's... Okay. M'not always in control, though. Sometimes I panic and a bunch of them come out to 'defend' me and I have to explain why they're not venomous... And that the other person might just be hallucinating snakes coming out of people. They don't do that normally, after all.\" He chuckled, remembering all the time spent experimenting with his strange powers at home. \"There's a lot of kinks that still have to be worked out... So sometimes it feels like I'm not exactly... Entirely in control of my body?\"\n\nEdwin lays his back against the grass and sighs. \"It suuuuuuuucks.\"\n\n\"Though being able to see auras and stuff... Can you turn that off? Because if not, I can imagine it sucks just as much as me, if not more.\" He says, turning aside to face River. \"Man, I imagine being an Oracle sucks in general, though. Skyla always used to talk about how terrible it was knowing your own future... She was a bit of a classical myth fanatic too. Cassandra was one of her favorite figures.\"\n\n\"...You don't have it *That* Bad though, do you?\""
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393.5 | 2022-04-01 | GuildTextChat | [
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"author": "shleepyjuni",
"message": "*What a drag today was. It was dreary and overcast. Mellow grey clouds hung in the sky, and a chilly breeze gently shook the grass of the outdoor campus of Newton's Cradle. It was spring time, or at least it should be. It was a time for rain and warmer weather. Not this cold and gloomy mess. At least that's what M thought. They had just gotten here and had already become bored of walking around looking for new things to interest them. So why not just relax in the outdoors? Might be nice, even if it was cold.*\n\n*They wandered around the cobblestone paths in search of a place to sit. Their head panned back and forth as they looked. Benches were a bad idea, too open. Maybe a tree would do? But they didn't want to sit on the grass either. Maybe they could climb a tree and rest in there. Yeah, that sounded pretty nice. Now they just had to find a good tree.*\n\n*M continued to slowly meander around the outdoor space until they found a suitable tree. They placed their hand on it for a moment. Looked for a place that they could sit. Once that optimal spot was found, M began their climb up into the tree. Hands reached up and grabbed at the limbs of the sturdy thing, M pulling themselves up bit by bit.*\n\n*Soon enough, they were in the tree with their back placed against the trunk. They took a moment to survey the land. This was nothing like Oregon. M sighed and then began to pull things out of their jean pockets; a pair of earbuds; their phone; a, thick, circular metal object the size of a quarter, it looked like a magnet of some kind; and a vial filled with two liquids.*\n\n*M plugged their earbuds into their phone and put them in their ears as well. M opened their phone and tapped on it to get their playlist. They felt like listening to... Something chill like Lofi. Yeah, that sounded nice. They hit play on the playlist and stuck their phone back in their pocket, M's attention shifting to the vial.*\n\n*It was a rather small vial. One that you would get like from a beach giftshop that would contain shells or sand. It had a little cork top. But that wasn't what was interesting about it. It contained a clear liquid, most likely water, and a dark black liquid. The black liquid was separated from the water and was settled at the bottom as a big glob.*\n\n*M looked at it for a few moments before they brought the magnet close to the vial. Almost immediately, the black glob moved to towards the magnet and made this little spiky structure. Almost like it was a little hedgehog in the vial.*"
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◇ Not even here could Silas escape the sopping wet mess that was British springtime.\n\n□ Or, sure, it could be argued that Britain as a whole was always slicked in mother nature's sweat, a damp gloomy wasteland of air raid cuisine and knife fights on every corner next to the working girls, but spring was generally especially bad. Rainstorms out of the blue, wicked winds that carried winter's lingering chill... The like. So, why the hell was Sweden reminding him of everything he hated about the climate back home? Wet, cold, muddy ground, overcast.\n\n▪︎ Matter of factly speaking, Silas *Hated* This time of year.\n\n□ Then, his train of thought was broken by a sight. Sitting in a tree with a lit cigarette twixt his cracked lips, he thought he'd have been safe from outside intervention or the noses of rats up in his arboreal perch, but just as he'd grown comfortable an unfamiliar rumble shook the tree upon which his back lay. Looking down he saw someone else climbing up, and not wanting to be busted he immediately jammed the cherry against the bark beneath his leg and dropped the whole thing, hoping the dry cold and wet ground would be enough to extinguish any remaining embers.\n\n▪︎ A stupid idea, but he'd just got his hands on this fake; he did *Not* Want to lose it so soon.\n\n◆ \"Ferrofluid, huh?\" He called from higher up after a few moments of observation of the vial in the girl's hands. \"Cool shit. Tried to make it myself when I was in year 9, but the bloody stuff wouldn't mix properly and so it was always a sorry coal goop.\""
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"author": "shleepyjuni",
"message": "*M was absorbed in their activity to notice the other person immediately. It's only when Silas extinguished the cigarette and dropped it to the ground did M take notice. They just saw the smashed remains drop out of their peripheral vision and they turned to take a look at what had fallen down.*\n\n*M stared for a few moments. Cigarettes meant people. So they followed the trajectory of the fallen object back to where Silas was perched. M blinked a few times at the other person in the tree. Then, slowly, M removed their earbuds and paused their music. It would be hard to focus on both music and another person at the same time. Too much to try and evaluate.*\n\n*Upon the mention of their Ferrofluid, M looked down at the liquid and shook it around. The little porcupine blob of liquid jiggled in response, but maintained its shape.*\n\n*After they took one last glace at the ferrofluid, M turned to Silas with a deadpan expression. Dark brown eyes glaring at the man in the tree. M wanted to know more about this guy before they started having any sort of conversation.*\n\n\"Yeah. Made it a few weeks ago. But it took a shit ton of time. Well, a lot by my standards. But I'm surprised you know what this is. Are you some kind of chemist as well?\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Sounds about right.\" He spoke, unmoving. \"When I tried to do it in my home lab back in Manchester it just took so goddamn long, and I couldn't even get everything I needed at that point, so... Fuck. It was a mess. Needless to say I didn't win any awards at the science fair. To answer your question, though... Yeah. Mad chemist, at that; interested in the dangerous side of things rather than the safe, or as safe as chem gets.\"\n\n□ A meeting of the minds, it surely was. Looking down at the newcomer and her vial of ferrofluid, the chemist in his brain began to urge him to slink down the tree, roam back to the lab, get to work on some proper ferrofluid, but at the same time it'd be somewhat rude to just leave right after the ice had been broken. So, instead of scurrying down he kept himself in his little nook, legs bent in odd angles to keep him firmly rooted, half and half hair freshly touched up and falling down in light tufts of blond-brown goodness.\n\n▪︎ He cleared his throat after a moment.\n\n◆ \"Personally, I've been working on rocket fuels recently. Been trying to create a scale model of the Ariane 5 with little success since aluminum perchlorate is extremely touchy to work with and HTPB is straight up impossible for me to make in the prison lab or buy, to say nothing of the other stages' oxidizer-fuel combos. So, I've just been... Fucking around with other liquid and solid fuel-oxidizer combos.\" A moment passed. \"It's dangerous work, but what's life without a little danger, huh\""
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"author": "shleepyjuni",
"message": "*M shrugged once more, it was a basically a magic juvie for the troubled parahumans. Well... It's not like M wanted to be back home. But it did hurt to be somewhere that they didn't know or feel like they fit into. But who cared? M sighed and leaned into their nook in the tree and closed their eyes.*\n\n\"I mean I was going to be in juvie either way, so I guess it's better that I'm here and not in some other place. But I'm M, as in the letter. Not Em, as in short for Emily. Thought I'd clarify. I've had a few people call me Emily mistakenly and it pissed me off.\"\n\n*M opened their eyes and looked over to Silas. They could share a little about themselves. It was a thought. Make at least one friend. But there wasn't much to say right now.*\n\n\"I guess I'm a music enthusiast. I have a record collection of like classic rock in my room that I got to bring with me. I don't sweat in multiplayer games. I play little indie tittles and what not.\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"M...? Gotcha. Sounds like a non-binary name, jeez...\"\n\n□ Maybe it was a bit rude to be so presumptuous about such a small detail, but it was a genuine remark. In his lived experience, the non-binary people he'd known and grown with had almost all adopted odd names – nouns were the hot commodity, as it turned out – and thus a name being as simple as a single letter seemed to fit the bill. Of course, though, he didn't see it fit to assume any further; not his spot to. So, he fiddled with his lighter while M spoke, nodding lightly to show he was listening.\n\n▪︎ Then again, hard to ignore someone who's talking in such a quiet place.\n\n◆ \"Records? Christ, you must have been paranoid about them on the way here. Feel like planes gotta be *Awful* On vinyls... Or maybe not. I've never actually bought records, so.\" He shrugged. \"Still a cool hobby though, shit. Also you're better off that way honestly, I nearly burst blood vessels some nights, but yet I can't get myself to relax. Something about being the best appeals to me, so... Y'know. I sweat like a slag at Sunday confessional. Fun. You smoke?\"\n\n• If questioned he could always just claim he was eighteen, so where was the harm in offering one up?"
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"author": "shleepyjuni",
"message": "*M furrowed their brow. It was an accurate statement. But perhaps a little blunt to say the least. M was just the initial of their first name, well dead name. They didn't really try to make it anything that was out there or obviously stated their gender. It would have gotten them tons of shit back home. People would complain. But it seemed that it was rather stereotypical for such a name in the non-binary community.*\n\n\"I guess you could say that. I tried to make the fact I am such a little less obvious. Didn't need even more reason to be ostracized.\"\n \n*The tone they took when responding was... Peeved to say the least. Not something overtly hostile or upset. Just peeved is all. But the mention of their hobby and collection made M forget all about that. Something more interesting for the brain to focus on.*\n\n\"It wasn't too bad. Just put them in individual envelopes. I don't have too many records now. So It was easy to get like a few things to slip them in and then store them in my suitcase. But to answer your other question, yes. But I don't smoke cigarettes.\"\n\n*M seemed very nonchalant about that fact they smoked, presumably, weed. They didn't try to hide it under badly veiled turns of phrase or beat around the bush about it. They spoke the truth and left it at that.*"
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Oh, right. Probably pretty rude of me, sorry.\" He rubbed the back of his head, pangs of slight regret nibbling on his gut. \"But yeah, that's fair. Pronouns, by the way? Just so I don't accidentally use the wrong ones.\"\n\n□ Maybe it was even weirder to be asking for pronouns after making quite the leap in terms of identity assumptions, but it *Was* A well-intentioned question. Coming from someone who'd also underwent multiple pronoun sets over the years, he knew how bad being referred to in the wrong way felt, and he figured the least he could do was try and make sure it didn't happen. Anyways. Digging into his pocket he produced a pack of cigarettes, Marlboro Reds, and nabbed one with his teeth while the other tentatively flicked the spark wheel of his lighter.\n\n▪︎ Self-destruction never felt so liberating; he cupped his hand around the tip and lit it.\n\n◆ \"Fair enough.\" He spoke through a thin cloud of smoke. \"Figured I'd offer. Anyways, aye, good that you managed to get them over here in one piece. I had to leave my entire chemistry setup and my beautiful baby grand piano back home, but I *Did* Get to bring my Nord Grand, so that alleviates the pain a little. Just a bit. Nothing beats playing on a fucking *Steinway,* Y'know?\" He chuckled. \"But oh well, my Nord's got a lot of cool shit too, even if the keys just don't feel the same.\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "[Courtyard]\n\n◇ Another day, another rocketeering experiment.\n\n□ Standing out in the courtyard with several vials of chemicals and a roughly constructed setup, Silas wasn't exactly launching a rocket today. Rather, he'd been finding that his homemade rocket had always been falling apart from the inside out, which made sense due to its construction from iron pipes, but at the same time something was telling his mad scientist brain that it was the fault of his own design. So, there he was, with a new shipment of valves and tubing and tanks, trying his goddamned best to figure out how to make it so that his rockets not only would fly further, but would have room for hardware to control it mid-flight.\n\n▪︎ So far? Not much luck.\n\n• Lighting a cigarette in a dangerous breach of safety protocol, he stepped away from the setup after about an hour of trying different setups; needless to say, he was feeling somewhat defeated in the moment."
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"author": "m18_hellcat_gmc",
"message": "Vizhkir had spent the past months learning Swedish. It was not going good at all. He hated the damn language, hated how the words felt in his mouth and most of all hated the alphabet. He knew he was going to have a hard time because of his experince with the English language, but he wasn't expecting this. \n\nThe tall man walked along the courtyard's outskirts watching the skies as always, after all he father drilled that into him. He felt fairly confident in his abilities to navigate about due to that. The sun's postion could tell him at least two directions, from there it was a bit of a guess as to where North and South where. \n\nPuffing on his cigarette he trailed his eyes around the courtyard, seeing another person and waving. This person was one he had not seen before, and they seemed to be building... Something."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◇ And just as he walked away...\n\n■ \"Huh.\" Uttered under his breath, he spotted someone totally unfamiliar waving to him. It made sense that a prison of this scale would leave one wandering for months before they were sure they'd seen everyone, but still... He'd been around a lot, so how hadn't seen this talk lad? Waving, he noticed a cig betwixt the other person's fingers, and so when he did wave he made sure to shift his own illicit smoke into the hand he was waving with.\n\n▪︎ Might as well try to strike up a conversation, huh?\n\n◆ \"Hey.\" Soft and fuzzy, his voice rang out like a fleece throw, comforting and timid yet backed with a strong spine. \"Lovely weather, huh?\""
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"author": "m18_hellcat_gmc",
"message": "A pretty sounding voice came from the boy. Vizhkir stood there a moment, before nodding. \"Da,\" Came his deep rumble, a sound as masculine as he looked, \"Getting warmer by the day\"\n\nHe was comfortable walking with just his T-shirt and normal pants, not feeling the need for his father's leather jacket. \n\nTaking a puff he looked at where the boy's project was, \"What are you building?\" He asked, attempting to strike up a conversation."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Sure is.\" Silas chuckled, feeling like an old man on his porch for a moment. \"The weather just keeps getting nicer, bloody hell. Beats Manchester... We'd already be in a permanent rainstorm by now at home.\"\n\n□ Small talk, sure, but any talk was nice when he was feeling at least a bit frustrated at his current time project. Rocketeering had turned out to be a lot tougher than he'd initially expected, with math, calculations, and a certain scope of knowledge he'd never had to learn before taking up such a dangerous, high stakes hobby. After all, one wrong number and his rocket would explode like a pipe bomb on the launch pad, so it had been a lot of studying, figuring out how the math worked, learning to be a rocket scientist.\n\n▪︎ So far, it had worked out well enough, but now that he was trying to refine his design he felt as if he was hitting a wall.\n\n◆ \"Tryna figure out how to make a rocket that doesn't tear itself apart from the inside out.\" He plainly replied, the cadence of his voice affected by the cigarette dangling perilously from his cracked lips. \"Because, yeah, I can send the damn thing into the sky, but there's no control, and Valio found this shit with the insides melted out, so there's obviously a lot of work to be done. So, I've got a rooted set-up, that way I can just... Set up tanks and valves and tubes, set it off, and see how my design works. It's a lot more controlled, rough as it looks.\""
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"author": "m18_hellcat_gmc",
"message": "Vizhkir chuckled at this, \"By far better than Siberia, or even Moscow. Always cold, even in the summer there's a chill\" He said, placing his hands in his hips playing the part of an old man talking to a neighbor about the weather. \n\nVizhkir rarely ventured out and talked anymore. He didn't really have the time or patience to do so. His breaks consisted of working out or sitting on the roof the prison smoking. \n\n\"So you are rocket engineer no?\" Asked the Russian. He himself had been privileged to tag along with his father while he ran security during one of the Soyuz rocket lunches for the ISS. It was certainly awe inspiring to the young Vizhkir. \n\n\"If the missile melts why wouldn't you reenforce the interior?\" The only bit of aerodynamics he knew was from the bits he overheard his father talking about on a flight line. Other than that, he only knew the basics on his own flight worked."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Aye, yeah. I'd imagine Russia's always brutally cold, even in the summer.\" Of course, he'd never been there, but... \"Shit, all you Russians gotta do in war is hold out until winter then let the elements do the rest, huh?\"\n\n□ Perhaps a mite insensitive, but he figured it was the truth. After all, in his history readings he'd learned that when the Nazis marched on Stalingrad they'd been beat back by the brutal Russian winter, so it only made sense that mother nature itself defended mother Russia from invaders. Puffing on his cigarette, he exhaled a soft cloud of smoke, the wind blowing it back in his face as he winced and slammed his eyes shut.\n\n▪︎ Smoke in the eyed *Sucked,* And he didn't fancy being reminded.\n\n◆ \"Not exactly a rocket scientist, just a hobbyist.\" He spoke, still giving the set-up its due space. \"And the insides *Are* Giving me trouble. Not sure how I'd insulate the interior parts, though... Aside from maybe wrapping them in something like asbestos, but then I'd be working with something even worse than rocket fuel, and fuck... I don't wanna do that.\" He laughed. \"Asbestos is a god-awful way to go. At least rocket fuel looks cool on a tombstone.\""
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"author": "m18_hellcat_gmc",
"message": "\"Asbestos. You just need breathing apparatus no? They still use it. Maybe class II Hazmat suit if you're that worried.\" The Russian offered. Asbestos is an amazing fire retardant material. The downside is that without proper ppe it was an often deadly substance. \"Plus its only dangerous when its a small fiber. Like when you break it.\" He added. \n\nLooking at the sky he realized it was getting late, \"Look me up if you want to talk about rockets. I know fuck all but I am happy to listen. I'm Vizhkir Valentovich Dragovich, nice to meet you\" He said. After shaking the other's hand he left, heading back to his dorm."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "———[I've got nothing else to add, so fin]————\n\n◇ What a lovely day.\n\n□ Despite the overall chill present in the air, spring had been slowly warming up in the south of Sweden. Five degrees here, eight degrees there, and like the madman he was the spike in temperatures was enough for him to dig his spring wardrobe out of storage. Dresses, skirts, button-ups... Pants; anything that fit the spring mold was fine in his books. Strolling out of the prison dormitories, he had no plans in mind aside from bask in the sun on a bench like a stray cat, or perhaps an iguana.\n\n▪︎ And goddamn did he look in his white dress, tights, platforms, and jewelry.\n\n• First, though, came the matter of his vice: *Flick.*"
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "Hatzume is here too, by the way!\nThe tall girl was wandering absentmindedly, getting used to the unfamiliar surroundings of Newton's Cradle. She was getting into the swing of things- just about... Not that she knew where anything was, but that didnt matter to her right about now; as if some kind of force was pushing here in the right directions.\n\nHumming under her breath, Hatzume clasped her hands together, taking big steps as her shoes clapped against the floor with the force of her gentle stomps.\nShe tilted her head over at the boy outside in the dress and such, she felt very much differently dressed right about now, just in a purple plaid skirt and a t shirt- the day wasnt particularly Hot hot, but she's coping just fine.\n\nInternally, she wrestled with herself to go say hi to him- which obviously won her over easily.\nAnd with that, she plodded over, looking down at the stranger with a thoughtless smile"
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Fuck.\"\n\n□ On instinct, the moment he heard a voice from behind him he flicked the butt of his cigarette deeper into his mouth, and with a forceful chomp separated it from the rest and let the lit end drop beneath his foot. Spitting the remainder out like a Chiclet, he looked up and found himself face to face with a much taller lass, wide-eyed and empty in the skull from first look. Exhaling a faint wisp of smoke through flared nostrils, his face flushed pink for just a moment out of embarrassment and the fear that this chick, whoever she was, would rat him out.\n\n▪︎ Why was he even worried? Well, it seemed Oliver handled detentions, and he did *Not* Want to be on the old man's bad side. He'd heard hushed rumours; best not to find out.\n\n◆ \"How's it goin'?\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "Hatzume was surprisingly smart.. Or at least, she could tell what he was doing, and raised a brow as he swallowed the part of the cigarette.\nSure she had had a couple 'experiences', if you will- but that was kinda gross to her, she wasnt sure whether to bring it up, or filter herself out, considering she doesn't know this guy.\n\n\"Uhh, it's going!\"\nShe smiled at the man, a bit more genuine than just her ditsy resting face, her hand hoisted the bag she had wrapped around her shoulder into position as it had slipped.\n\n\"D'ya work here? I kinda figured you might but I'm not sure, are the teachers allowed to smoke instead of us then? I guess it makes sense but its not a very good habit to have\"\n...Ramble. All those words yet no actual meaning behind most of them <3, just mindless chattering from an indulgent mind.\n\n\"Oh I'm Hatzume by the way, I'm new methinks!\"\nShe didn't seem to notice the fear of getting grassed on- mostly since in her mind, its not something to worry about- because teachers smoking was a pretty normal thing, right? Is he even a teacher? God knows!"
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Yes and no.\" He plainly replied, his hands awkwardly reaching for pockets that just didn't exist in this dress. There was a reason he was carrying a messenger bag. \"I help Ollie around the chemistry lab – cleaning, organizing, receiving shipments of chemicals, safety lessons for those interested in taking up a new hobby, the like – but I'm not exactly an *Employee.* Just another prisoner, ya dig?\"\n\n□ Speaking with a feathery accented voice, the words that left his mouth hung apprehensive. Why? Because he'd been spotted out in public with an illicit product, something granted to him by the fake identification in his wallet, and if this lass found it fit she could have him turned inside out by the prison's staff. For now he simply looked up, lazy brown eyes scanning her dark skin and curly hair, a faint twinge of adoration present within and almost surely because of the height difference.\n\n▪︎ After all, he was a short lad, and boy did tall people make him feel safe.\n\n◆ \"Hatsume, huh? Neat. Silas, local mad chemist and walking mess.\" He spoke, a mild note of worry still present. \"What'cha in for?\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "\"Oh! I see!\" Hatzume looked him up and down, he did seem the type not to be here on work.. The cigarette just confused her, i suppose.\nBut again, it wasn't her business, and she's more interested in befriending this guy.\n\n\"Prisoner?? I dunno, I think i quite like it here\" Endearingly, Hatzume turned her head to look around the area she was stood; then looking back at Silas with a grin\n\"Yep! Much nicer than home anyways, after a while you get bored of the same ol' village for 17 years\" \n\nPerhaps her judgement was flawed, as far as she was aware, Hatzume was just stupidly excited to be somewhere NEW for a change. All her life, same place, same people, same existence..\n\nShe knelt by the bench where he lay, either because there wasnt soace for her to sit, or just to get to a similar height level.\n\"Chemistry? Man.. I suck at science\" She giggled\n\n\"In for? Uh.. A tidbit of mischief, a spot of misdemeanor perhaps! I basically screamed so loud that a good 10 or so windows at my school shattered. In my defense, i was overwhelmed out of my mind.\" Great excuse, Hatzume"
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Fair. It's... A weird place, mate. By all means it's a prison, but it's one of those Swedish ones so it's super fuckin' posh and lovely.\" He spoke, clearly already adjusted to how nice life was within the prison. \"I feel that, though. Save for the occasional trip to London or the one time I went to Guadalajara with Dad, I spent seventeen bloody years in the same town, and it gets to be pretty... Hm. Restless. Yeah.\" He snapped his fingers. \"That's the word.\"\n\n□ Admittedly, he didn't have much problems with his home town, or at least if he did it was to a lesser degree than this gal seemed to have. Of course, though, it wasn't exactly his place to pry so soon after meeting, so he let it drop and looked up at the lass as she walked over and kneeled. There was something about the way she carried herself that seemed to hint that she'd never seen this much of the world, and like a bright-eyed child there was still wonder to be seen everywhere.\n\n▪︎ Perhaps he was jaded, but it seemed like naivety to him.\n\n◆ \"Aye, fair. Seems like most people here don't care for chemistry. It's a lot of numbers and stuff but... You can do some absolutely amazing stuff with it.\" He chuckled. \"Like, even if all you do are mercury amalgamations, you'll see some bonkers stuff. Anyways... Ayy, another noise bomb. I'm here for pretty much the same damn thing, except instead of a lot of windows it was keeping half of Manchester up for three nights straight. Fun.\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "\"Hmm, well it does seem neat here!\" She smiled brightly, still looking around the area with curiosity.\n\"Guadalajara..? Where's that?\" Miss never taken a Geography lesson, Hatzume tilted her head with her voice lifting in a sort of unsurity.\n\"God yeah... It's a lovely little village but the local town is so far awayyy! Everyone knows everyone and ugh, it was like havin' tabs on eachother.\" She chuckled lightly.\n\nHonestly, even the trip here was shockingly enjoyable to her- seeing new things outside of the 7 retail shops at the local town and the same neighbourhood was mental to her.\nFor a moment she recalled the plane journey, and the raw excitement of getting to literally FLY!\"\n\n\"I think I'd care for it if i were good at it maybe.. Its super cool, juuust not something i could ever comprehend\"\nFiddling with her hair, she sheepishly snickered.\n\"Bonkers.. I like that word, you say funny things, i like that\" Hatzume finds out british ppl are real.\n\n\"Manchester, is that the place in London?\" She questioned, face lighting up a bit\n\"Or uhhh.. London,,, England? Yeah, nevermind- London isn't a country, oops\" Sheepishly, she snickered to herself at her own incompetence.\n\"Three nights!? Hehe, I'd go uh- bonkers!\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Yeah, sounds like it.\" He commented, clasping his hands and dropping them into his lap. \"But, Japan's pretty cool too, isn't it? Aside from all the earthquakes and stuff. Then again... You grew up there, so it's probably not nearly as cool to ya. Anyways...\"\n\n□ Letting out a soft burst of air through his nostrils, he leaned back into the bench's rest and only winced a smidge as his spun pressed into the varnished wood. Just as he got comfortable the entire bench felt as if it were about to give way to a second person, and in that moment he rolled over into her, wavy hair cushioning his head from smacking against her arm too hard. Realizing it probably looked suspicious, he quickly adjusted once more, and let out a sheepish laugh.\n\n▪︎ Well, that was awkward...\n\n◆ \"The facilities? Or just the basics of the craft? Because, well... I work around the chem lab. I'll literally give you quizzes on that shit, mate, don't test me.\" Silas chuckled. \"Anyways, yeah, guess you didn't know how rough it was until you went to the big city, huh? Sounds oddly quaint, if a bit mind-numbingly boring. Also, fuck yeah, bnuuy.\"\n\n• Goblin."
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "\"The earthquakes are pretty uh.. Annoying to say the least, i lived in a pretty good area for it though, I'm pretty sure, there were a couple a' bad ones but its like.. Whatevs.\" She shrugged, not really sure on what to say in life in Japan. It was probably shockingly similar to Silas's, after all- I mean- she lived in a house of sorts, went to school at the local town and liked myspace until the inevitable death of myspace. What else was there to say?\n\nAs Silas accidentally rolled into her, she let out a surprised yelp, which then fell into a cascade of giggles, despite her towering physique, it seemed completely in character for her to laugh like that, like a 12 year old girl playing kiss marry kill one direction edition or something like that. \n\nOnce she was over it, she excitedly clapped her hands together\n\"Thats the word! Facilities!\" She exclaimed, eyes shut in glee and a large grin on her face.\n\nThough her ecstatic visage soon faded back to the default smile.\n\"I guess so! Big cities are overwhelming sometimes... But i dont mind! I just try to tune it out as best i can and enjoy myself. So many shops.. It's kinda scary, honestly\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Fair enough, mate.\"\n\n□ It seemed pretty understandable to Silas that this chick didn't have a ton to say about her hometown. Growing up in the rural countryside of any nation sounded rather boring, at least to a city born and raised young quing, but that was just the luck of the draw. If one was lucky they'd be born into extreme wealth and never have to worry about a single thing, and more often than not suffering pervaded every strand of life, and it was the latter that Silas had been born into. Somewhat. Looking over at Hatsume as she laughed, he could already see that the girl was just at the beginning of a journey, but after his last time meeting another trans person he knew better than to immediately comment.\n\n▪︎ So, instead he sat there, ethereal and pretty, the wind gently tossing his marble cake hair around.\n\n◆ \"Yeah, big cities are... They're an entirely different animal, honestly. I've been in them my whole life, but even now huge cities – like, for example, I went to Berlin with my mom once and damn near got lost several times – trip me the fuck up.\" He laughed. \"The shops are only scary if you have money, mate. Or if you're hungry; hungry and a heavy wallet is financial mutilation waiting to happen. Speaking of which, don't expect any good meals here; this place might be pretty domestic and comfortable as far as prisons go, but that food sure reminds us all we're being fed slop that wasn't fit for supermarkets.\""
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"author": "goodideasareoverrated",
"message": "In the ungodly hours of the morning, where it was still the crack of sunrise and the sun has yet to completely chase away the coldness and darkness of the night before it, one may witness a peculiar scene of a boy with his hood pulled up, a pack on his back, a folded cyan hammock in his hands, and a scowl on his face as he stomped across the pavement of Newton's Cradle with his heavy booted feet, his direction clearly the exit.\n\nThe boy had dark circles in his eyes as he yawned. Evan had never liked his dorm, or his old house before he'd been shipped away to this facility either, for that matter. And his pet cat not being able to stay with him was another problem altogether. He'd much rather stayed these nights away in the city if he could, but the curfew was a problem. Though nothing stopped him from leaving as early as he wanted, once the day started.\n\nWhich leaves him here, grumbling and exhausted as he slowly made his way to exit Newton's Cradle."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◇ [6:15am...]\n\n□ Oddly enough, even at the asscrack of dawn, when most people were either in the final hours of sleep or still wide awake on demon time, Margo was up doing her own thing. Tea, meditation, yoga, relaxing music... It was just part of her morning routine, in the pale light of the overhead bulb that came with the room, and keeping in fashion she'd also got dressed for her morning jog. Dressed up in joggers, a tank top, and a windbreaker left open at the front, she stepped out of her room, took two steps, and remembered her shoes were untied.\n\n▪︎ How'd she even overlook that? She kneeled down and tied them tight, her running shoes molding to her feet perfectly.\n\n□ Stepping out of the residential building, she drank in the cool morning air, a smile spread across her face as the crisp air shot up her nostrils. It was refreshing, reinvigorating, the perfect kind of early morning weather for a jog, but just as she was about to get on it she heard footsteps coming from behind, and a bit to the left. Looking over she noticed someone else crossing one of the prisons courtyards, and figuring it was just another prisoner she lifted her head ever so slightly in an *Up-nod* Way.\n\n▪︎ Possibly strange, but...\n\n◆ \"Morning.\" She called out, her voice a tad more upbeat than usual, owing to already having cleared her mind and spirit earlier on. \"Nice out, huh?\""
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"author": "goodideasareoverrated",
"message": "Evan freezes for a second when he realizes he wasn't alone, surprised to see someone else up at this hour of the day. He sends her a stern look (a stern look was his resting expression) without responding immediately, but eventually offers a nod. \"Cold...\" He murmurs, \"But I can't complain. Just hope it won't rain.\"\n\nThe boy continues to walk for the exit, but squeezes the hammock in his hands. He was feeling self concious for some reason. \"Didn't expect anyone else would be awake at this hour.\" He says. \"Jogging... Must be nice. Outside Newton's Cradle too, or...?\" He asks."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Not likely.\" She called out, oddly certain. \"Checked the forecast, they're calling for sunny skies. That, and look up, man; clear up there.\"\n\n□ Unintentionally affecting her voice so it sounded a bit more weathered and, for lack of a better term, *Fisherwoman-y,* Margo spoke out through the courtyard, calling to the other early riser out before the sun had a chance to solidify its grip on the morning sky. For a moment, as the silence stretched out between them, she wondered what the lad was up to, where he was going so soon after curfew had just ended. Was he off to an early riser job, perhaps a barista at a local café? Or maybe he simply wanted to go for a walk. Whatever the case she continued to warm up, but at the same time she felt a hasty pang growing within.\n\n▪︎ Routine was kicking in; she couldn't stick around long.\n\n◆ \"Yeah, getting ready to go for a 10k. I do it every morning to keep myself in shape.\" She huffed as she continued to warm up. \"I've got a route I follow. Goes out of the prison grounds, down into Isakstad, and then is just basically a jog that passes all the places I like the smell of. Where you off to, man?\""
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"author": "goodideasareoverrated",
"message": "\"Didn't check the forecast,\" He says, \"Plus, I probably won't trust it anyway.\"\nBut her words does convince him to look up, his eyes in a squint. \"I'm not a weather person, but sure. I suppose I don't see a cloud. Not that that's always kept me dry in the past.\" He has an annoyed look on his face.\n\n10k? He wasn't very familiar with that kind of speech, but he assumes its impressive. At least, better than what he's up to, he being someone who's not jogging at all. \"Up this early every morning? Commendable, I guess.\" He says dryly.\n\"Prison, huh.\" He hums, more to himself than anyone else, as he ruminates on the word. He doesn't know if Cradle is legally a prison. He's always been a bit of a pessimist, but he's managed to avoid thinking of the Cradle as a straight up prison at least. Hearing it is hitting him a bit hard.\n\nHe shakes his head, putting it out of his mind. \"Isakstad too, I guess. Some place old and dingy I need to go.\" A pause. \"To visit a cat I need to take care of.\" He decides to add in the end, after a moment of hesitation.\nHis expression cracks into a yawn. \"And a nap too, I guess...\"\nHe looks back at her. \"Your route... Doesn't happen to pass the Commercial District, does it?\" He asks."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"You'd be surprised.\" She remarked between knee kicks. \"Whoever tracks the weather around here knows their shit. Or, they're lucky. Either way they're usually pretty accurate, so I trust 'em, myself.\"\n\n□ Speaking with the kind of tone she'd heard her neighbours back home use with each other, she continued to warm up, limbering her body in preparation for the run she was a our to embark on. Of course, though, as she warmed up she also kept her attention focused on the other lad, though not too closely. If he looked back, he'd likely notice that she never made eye contact, always choosing to keep her gaze focused on a point just beyond his face.\n\n▪︎ It might have been odd, but it was better than trying to force eye contact and feeling her skin crawl.\n\n◆ \"Huh. Must be a local, then, if you can just walk into town and see your cat.\" She commented. \"I'm lucky. My beardie's well within the size restrictions and all that crap so I got to take him along with me. Anyways, yeah... It goes through the commercial district, why?\""
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"author": "goodideasareoverrated",
"message": "\"Being able to tell the weather has never really impressed me,\" He says. Should he be? He doesn't know. \"Whatever. Doesn't really change my plans whatever the case.\"\n\nHe nods. \"I'm native, at least. But not here in Isakstad.\" He shoves his hands to his pockets to keep warm. \"...I can talk to cats, so I let him know where I was headed.\"\n\n\"That's where I'm headed to anyway.\" He says. \"I don't know, I feel like this is the part I ask if you want to come with?\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Didn't say you had to be impressed, man. Just saying.\"\n\n□ With that, she was just about ready to head off on her jog, out into the cool Swedish morning that she'd begun to appreciate more as of late. Maybe it was because she could now properly jog without worrying about icy sidewalks and her route being a little dangerous in winter weather, or maybe it was just that the brisk spring air felt like angels kissing the insides of her lungs, propelling her forward with their wings.\n\n▪︎ Whatever the case, she was ready to go, but...\n\n◆ \"You can talk to cats...? Nice.\" She spoke. \"Also, I think you'd just slow me down, man. That, and I like the early morning cool, how peaceful it is, at least until everyone starts going to work. Seems like that'd be boring as fuck, man, just waking up early and going to the same stupid job for fifty years straight, day in and day out. Anyways.\""
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"author": "goodideasareoverrated",
"message": "He shakes his head. \"It probably is boring. I don't know, probably still better than being homeless or something. If it were me, I'd like to be *Around* Fifty years down the line. It's not always about the fun.\" A shrug.\n\"Yeah, sure.\" He says. \"I suppose I'm not much of a runner. Or in the mood for one, for that matter.\"\n\n\"Bye then. Guess I'll see you around?\" He says in a unspirited tone. He starts to move for the exit at his own pace, to go their separate ways."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Yeah, see ya around, man. Tell your cat I said hey.\"\n\n□ With that, Margo slipped her earbuds in and began to jog away, a steady yet speedy pace putting the distance between herself and the cat whisperer she'd just met. Where he was going, she didn't know, but wherever it was she hoped that the cat was doing fine. She knew how it felt to have a beloved pet, after all, and if she hadn't been able to bring Cosmo along she'd have likely been hopelessly lost, so this lad being able to walk off campus and see his pet cat registered as a nice thing in her head.\n\n▪︎ And after a few moments, the thoughts slipped away for another train. She was off.\n\n• [6:30pm...]\n\n◇ One motion, a breath, then another.\n\n□ Like the protagonist of some 80s movie, Margo was outside of the prison in the lazy hours of the afternoon practicing, of all things, tai chi. It was just another segment of her heavily regimented day-to-day life, where everything was strictly set out for her before the day even began, and as much as it confused her at times she knew that it was for the best. So, there she stood, in a Garfield cowboy t-shirt and purple-white cargo pants, her feet planted into running shoes and her body flowing like water, venting the day's frustrations and also helping work off the calories she'd just ate for supper.\n\n▪︎ Maybe her strictly regimented life would have been a bore to most, but to her it was a sense of control, a sense of routine, and it made sure her days were refreshingly familiar. \n\n• Another breath, another movement. A real sense of calm engulfed her, and she smiled in response."
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"author": "radikale",
"message": "That day, Mélodie was grumpy.\n\nShe had been doing laundry the prior evening, and had stuffed her favorite shirt in the wash before hanging it to dry. Everything as normal. However, when she returned the following morning to retrieve her articles, she found - much to her surprise and indignation - that her favorite shirt was nowhere to be seen. Clearly, it had been stolen!\n\nWith nothing else to really break it, she had been hung up on the bad mood from that morning ever since then. Not even the fact that she would probably find it again, since any would-be thief would almost certainly have to use the laundry room to clean it again, could soothe her bruised soul.\n\nAs she walked across the courtyard, however, something - or rather, someone - struck her eye. A stranger, looking about her own size, wearing something that looked very much like her own shirt.\n\nThat wouldn't slide. She approached Margo, visibly upset, fists resting on her hips in a pose almost anyone could recognize as anger, and looked her squarely in the eyes.\n\n\"You're wearing my shirt.\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◇ At first, Margo didn't even notice the oncoming accusation, but then...\n\n■ \"Wait, what.\" Visibly confused, she finished her little motion arc before looking over at the other girl, whose fists were pressed to her hips in a manner that could only be interpreted as angry. Taking a few moments to think it over, she tugged at the t-shirt, looking down at it with a confused look. \"Fuck, man, I could have sworn I brought my own back yesterday. I have one exactly like this; must be that someone stole mine and then I mistook yours for mine. Weird. Anyways, man, sorry about that, I'll give it back to ya in a bit, alright?\"\n\n◆ \"I mean, I can't exactly take it off out here; I got nothing else on under it, and like hell I'm going topless.\"\n\n▪︎ Fair enough. Now all she could do was hope that the other girl was a bit more understanding."
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"author": "radikale",
"message": "Mel was sort of satisfied, for a very brief moment, but was then immediately hit by a strong sense of surprise and bewilderment. \"Wait, what?\"\n\nNot only was there *More than one of these shirts* At Newton's Cradle, but apparently they had both been in the laundry room on the same day, and... Wait, no. What? Mel's brain visibly creaked and groaned, trying to decipher the situation. She was not a smart girl. \"Uhhhhh...\"\n\n\"...I only got this out of the wash last night.\" She looked down at her own shirt, without really thinking about it. \"It's probably not mine, then? Woulda been, like, wet or something when you grabbed it. Sorry.\"\n\nWhy the fuck do people steal clothes? What's the point? *Tabernak.* \"Lemme know if you have two of them, I guess.\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Yeah, my thoughts exactly, man.\" Margo breathily chuckled, letting her body gently settle back into a standard upright pose. \"What's the odds we both have the same shirt *And* Wound up doing laundry at the same time? Weird odds. *Strange* Odds.\"\n\n□ Affecting her voice so it sounded more mystical or otherwise playfully mocking of the whole situation, she stuffed her hands into her pockets and hummed softly as the other girl spoke. That, and she also thought of the strange circumstances that had to line up for such an upselling of confusion to occur. It all seemed pretty unlikely, but the proof was in the pudding, and now she knew that there was someone else around the prison who had an affinity for cheeky Garfield shirts.\n\n▪︎ What a coincidence.\n\n◆ \"I honestly might've just got my washer mixed up or something. Or maybe you forgot it in there... I dunno. Either way, man, I'll keep an eye out for the other one. Maybe you should, erm... Post a little thingy. A note. Isn't there a posting board in the dorm building?\" She was certain she'd seen it before, but now that she was trying to recall it all seemed so distant. Rats. \"Also, gotta say, it's kinda funny to think that there's two of us in garish goofy Garfield shirts. Drip or drown, I guess.\""
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"author": "radikale",
"message": "Mel gives an amused snort in response. \"Drip or drown, haha. I'm gonna go, uhh... Do that, I guess.\" She turns around, and is about to leave, before she quickly turns back, as if she had forgotten something, and leaves Margo with a grin and a single comment: \"Nice shirt!\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◇ A perfect day... But what to do with it?\n\n□ Well, in Margo's book it seemed like a good afternoon to simply sit outside in the sun with Cosmo, appropriately fitted with a beardie-specific harness hooked up to an extendable leash. The only heat the little guy had felt in months was the stale lifeline of the heat lamp, so with spring seemingly finally leaving its wet chills behind she had decided to take him out for a little while, just to give him a chance to bask in the sun and enjoy the nice weather. As for herself? She had the leash firmly planted in her lap, a green Thermos full of tea, and a book in hand.\n\n▪︎ Needless to say, it was a great day so far, and she'd *Just* Sat down. Cosmo hadn't even really had a chance to explore yet, and she hadn't cracked her book open, but she just couldn't stop looking around. Weird."
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "Violetta found herself wandering the area, another day another pointless walk around campus- because truth be told, she didn't really know of what else to be doing.\n\n\nAnd it was searing hot- well- to Violetta at least it was; she had her ways with heat, and she had her ways of always having a bitter complaint as soon as it goes above 7°C.\nShe sat down at a nearby bench with a sigh. The further along spring went, the faster along the summer would sprint towards her, and kick her into having to wear god forbid... Short sleeve shirts.\n\nLooking around with a quiet huff, Violetta made eye contact with Margo, staring for a moment as she comprehended who it was... Before immediately turning to look away once she had gathered who it was.\n\nThe one time Violetta leaves her notebook in her dorm.\nThe one time."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◇ Brief eye contact, but it was enough.\n\n□ Still looking around the prison grounds with an inquisitive eye, she initially hadn't seen that much. Someone was on the roof as usual, a group of prisoners were hanging out around a picnic table graciously left out by the administration, but nothing quite caught her eye like one random bystander on a bench. Splotchy marks of what she could only assume was burn tissue marked the right side of her face, her eye itself also seemingly clouded over by whatever trauma had caused such a distinctive patch of scar tissue. Before she realized it the other girl had looked away, and it was only then that she realized she'd been staring for God knows how long, captivated with her hand firmly grasping Cosmo's leash.\n\n▪︎ She didn't even realize she'd grabbed it; it was purely instinct, and that realization reminded her of how much she really cared about her lizard companion.\n\n◆ \"Hey.\" Margo called out, her voice awkward and butch with a serious accent and a dose of hormonal confusions. \"Nice day out, huh?\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "Violetta hadn't expected much outside of just a little awkwardness; despite her intrigue in Margo, the short girl wasn't quite that keen on making conversation without the notepad to prompt.\nBut life is about risks and all that cheesy stuff, so she forfeited her dignity and smiled awkwardly at Margo.\n\nIt was clearly forced, not in a rude way- more in a 'watch out, I'm not good at this' way.\n\nBut her attention zipped back to Margo upon words being said.\n\nNice day out... Was it a nice day out? Painstakingly, she considered for a moment Margo as a whole.\nA little bit cranky, overall easy going.\n\nVioletta can work with that, if she plays her cards right. Only Violetta Suite can get me wording something as simple as a conversation like this.\n\n\"It's... Alright I suppose. I'm not huge on warm weather; One of these days I'll have to start wearing short sleeves, and that just means more of me to sunburn.\"\nPessimistic answer, but her awkward smile remained\n\n\"I'm sure your lizard loves it though.\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Oh, you burn easy? That sucks.\" Margo plainly replied, letting her grip on the leash loosen, but not entirely. She knew how Cosmo was when he was outdoors. \"I'm the opposite. It's been cold all goddamn winter and I'm finally able to show off my ink and my muscles again, so that's cool.\"\n\n□ In some ways, today was similar to a few days prior, where she'd met the so-called \"Cat burglar\" Of the Cradle while warming up for her daily jog. However, the stakes were just a bit higher because she could tell that both ends of this conversation that had just been struck struggled to socialize a little bit. For Margo it wasn't so bad, save for a spine-crawling aversion to eye contact or smelling someone else's breath as they spoke, so she figured she could survive this chat. \n\n▪︎ She'd always survive. Even if it was awkward, she'd still be alive on the other end.\n\n◆ \"Oh, you noticed him? Yeah, he's... Happy. This is his first day out in the sun this year, he's always happy as a clam when he's out here.\" She spoke, reaching out with her free hand and gently running her knuckles down Cosmo's back, wincing as the bumps knocked against still-tender knuckles from that fight the other night. \"I think he just ate a bug of some sort, actually. I can see him snapping his jaws shut like there's something in there... Anyways. What's gotcha out here in such a nice layered get-up when it's... What, seventeen degrees in the sun?\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "\"Yes I burn easy. I feel that looks quite obvious.\"\n\n\n\"I see, i think I'd do the same if i had ink or muscles but... I can't say I do.\"\nSure enough, Violetta looked scrawny. Even with her long sleeved shirt on and such, one could just tell she was a lot more fragile than most people. Like a glass jar of ice, she could be easily shattered.\nWhich is probably why she's got such a cautious attitude on her belt.\n\nHonestly, most of her walks end in conversation as of late- which left her inconvenienced; but it was best for her to grow accustomed to it. Because as much as absence makes the heart grow fonder, that only really works if she knew much about people.\n\n\"Looks like an easy life. Being a lizard I mean.\"\nVioletta nodded, her stoic stare at the lizard now; though despite her empty glare, she seemed amused enough, the corners of her mouth pointing up.\n\n\"I just like going on walks, I've had nothing to do recently.\"\nShe shrugged\n\"I usually have a notepad on me, but I left it in my dorm.\" \nThough she seemed to be doing okay without it, which is pleasing..\n\"And I'm always layered up, I don't even feel that hot\"\nSpoiler: she's lying.\n\n\"And you? Anything aside from.. Lizard walking?\"\nVioletta cringed at herself then, hoping her composure stayed enough for her to at least look confident"
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"I mean, shit, if you're 16 and your parents don't consider you dead then Ahmed down at the Ghost Ship'll do you right. He did this one...\" Margo held up her right hand to show off the tatto she recently had done up, running up from her wrist to the tip of her pinky. \"And he's gonna be filling in most of my half sleeve in a few weeks. June 29th, thank fucking God.\"\n\n□ Letting her hand drop back down, she looked up at the other lass, whose attempt at humour had mostly flown over her head. From what she did catch, though, it seemed to be a dry jab at herself, something she didn't really need given her skin's propensity to burn. Margo let the whole joke slide by and instead loosened the lock that had kept Cosmo within two feet of her. \"Yeah, it's pretty easy if you're living in a cage, man. He's fuckin' *Pampered,* At least compared to if he was out in the Australian outback, but I think I keep him healthy. He's not fat, he molts regularly, he eats well, guy's living the dream, man.\"\n\n▪︎ A pause followed. \n\n◆ \"But yeah, I get that. Not my business what's in it, but it's just there to keep you sane, right?\" She hoped that was the reason. \"Anyways, guess you should savour these last days of spring; it's calling for something like twenty degrees at least every day next week. Might be about time to see if the Cradle lets us have window ACs, huh?\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "\"I am actually 18, but even if i did want.. 'ink', I don't know what I'd get, really\"\nHer mind waivered from subject to subject, pausing a moment to ponder what she would even get under the circumstances of a tattoo.\nAnd no ideas came. \n\nVioletta's eyes widened a bit at the tattoo, not in a shocked way but more... Admiring it? She looked thoroughly impressed\n\"Woah.. It looks really cool, i think\" She nodded, having never really met many people with tattoos outside of her boyfriend and half brother- it was always quite exciting to see what people are doing with themselves.\n\nShe noticed the joke flopped, and tried not to look too disheartened. Maybe joking about the whole 20% of your body being burnt isnt a good first meeting topic to joke about...\nVioletta sat back a bit upon the mention of the easy life of being a lizard, nodding along in general agreement. It did seem nice being pampered like that... No society or expectations placed upon you. Just eating bugs and sleeping.\n\n\"Yeah... He looks like a lot of work. I was thinking about getting a chinchilla or a bird.\" Owa owa\n\n\"I mostly just use the notebook to make notes on... Stuff.\" \nBeating around the bush a bit there, she tried to make it vague. Violetta is aware now that being completely honest about the whole 'i keep fact files on everyone' thing is a little weird, in fact.\n\n\"Oh dear God I hope they give us AC... I really dont want to be forced into short sleeves.. Maybe I can just stay in my room with a fan.\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Even better.\" Margo chuckled. \"You don't even gotta bother your parents and translate a consent form. Now *That* Was a nightmare...\"\n\n□ It really had been. Her Swedish by this point was at least functional, but translating a language she was still an amateur in? That took a certain level of bravery; or, perhaps it was stupidity. Whatever the case, she'd went through translating those documents, and then went through her appointment in good spirits. Anyways. Looking up at the other gal, she began to piece together an idea of what had happened to leave her marked this way: an explosion. It made sense, at least from what she could see, and with the mentions of hot weather being a terrible time she could only imagine how burnt up the rest of her body was.\n\n▪︎ Unfortunate, but...\n\n◆ \"No, he's not that much work, actually. I feed him a few times a week, occasionally clean his cage out, and sometimes swap the decorations in his enclosure. It's... Pretty easy.\" Margo spoke, looking over at Cosmo as he ran about. \"Go with a chinchilla, though, for the love of God. Birds don't shut their fuckin' mouths at all, and I've noticed the rooms aren't soundproofed all that well. Chinchillas are cute, though... Birds of a feather.\" A compliment, but would it stick? \"Anyways, if they say no AC then maybe just get yourself a mini fridge so you can always keep ice packs around to keep cool. I dunno. What's the aversion to short sleeves, by the way? Same thing as what killed one of your eyes?\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "\"Well I actually do speak a bit of swedish, I was really good at a lot of languages when I was younger but with time they mostly slipped away\"\nSubtle brag from her part, not that she intended it like that at all. Bragging sets off bad impressions and first impressions are a MUST in this world.\nThat's how she sees it anyways.\n\nDid that even count as a brag? If anything she indirectly admitted to forgetting several languages. At current, Violetta's fluence in swedish didnt expand much further than simple conversation, not that she spent much time out and bout Isakstad anyways.\nAnd as for the burns, it was more a self esteem thing- her ego was easily crushed when it comes to things like appearance (especially after the burning incident). As fragile as a dandelion in wind, something as simple as self esteem was quick to crumble.\n\n\"I was leaning towards a chinchilla, they're friendlier and obviously quieter\" She smiled slightly at the thought of a chinchilla... Such silly little munchkins... Absolutely head over heels with the idea of them.\n\n\"Mini fridge sounds smart... And you'd be right, I'm still recovering from the burning.. And sunlight can really mess it up right now and make it all gross and painful.\"\nWhile it wasn't a lie, she refused to acknowledge the whole self esteem thing too."
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "\"I'm not too good with eye contact or... People skills either. But that's just my autism, i dont know about you\" She tapped the side of her head faintly, half smiling at Margo.\nBoy do I have some news for you, Margo..\n\nShe was already pretty much on Cosmo's level, low on the floor and the natural advantage of Being Short was always an added plus to this sort of thing.\nCautiously, she nodded at Margo, scratching under the beardie's chin with a quiet tutting noise of endearment.\n\nYep, she's officially in love.\n\n\"I'm not quite sure what you mean by him being lucky, but I'll take it as a compliment. And yeah, he'd never purposely hurt me- i hope- he's just learning to keep his mouth shut from now on. Like a good boy.\"\n\nCue more lizard petting"
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"...Oh, that's a thing with autism?\" Margo cautiously asked after a few moments. \"I see. I... Man, do you mind if I just bounce a few quirks of mine off you? Because... Goddammit, since coming here I've had a lot more time to think about them and their root, and I'm starting to wonder if it's actually *That.*\"\n\n□ *That,* Of course, was autism, thinly veiled behind closed eyes and vague words. Part of admitting it seemed terrifying, but it also seemed as though it'd explain a lot of the things she felt: the skin-crawling disgust with eye contact, the sensory overload she got in huge noisy crowds, her rigorous need for routine... Her limited but exceptionally deep interests. As Violetta reached down to pet Cosmo, her mind was alight with thoughts, but she managed to set them aside for a moment once the other gal started to talk again.\n\n▪︎ However, questions still burned the inside of her skull; she'd need to get them out quick.\n\n◆ \"...Yeah. I'll be honest, I don't get the appeal in dating a guy, but if he set you on fire accidentally and you stayed then shit, that's gotta be love.\" Margo chuckled. \"Or whatever you'd wanna call it. I dunno, man.\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "\"Of course, I'm no expert but I do experience it enough to form a judgement.\" She looked up at Margo from the floor, still scratching Cosmo with admiration for the scaled little monster.\nHonestly, she never expected to find herself so... Fascinated by the dragon.\n\nNot a word was a lie, her deep interest in flowers and animals- the limited fixations that dominated her childhood with a vice grip. Her crushing discomfort with crowds- much akin to Margo.\nAnd one of the large factors: her monotonous natured voice and steel glare that goes abywhere but your eyes. Her aloof demeanor, the cynic black and white thinking of life's virtues.\nAnd don't get me started on shutdowns and burnout\n\n\"I don't get the appeal either.\"\n\nShe sounded dead serious as she usually did with jokes- much akin to the joke about sunburn earlier.\n\n\"Kidding. He's handsome and means well, but like most men, he's an idiot.\"\nSorry men </3"
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"I mean.\" A brief laugh rippled through her nasal cavity. \"I'd be surprised if you lived with that shit every day and you still weren't able to... Y'know, man, pass off some sorta judgment for lack of better words. Anyways...\"\n\n□ Now, she had to figure out where to start with her questions. She already had an answer about her aversion to eye contact, that familiar squirm that took over anytime she was expected to look into someone's soul. But where did she go from here? Did she mention the sensory hell that was large crowds? Her chronic lack of ability to understand how others worked, or their emotions? The odd distaste for certain textures in her clothing and food?\n\n▪︎ Needless to say, they were going to be here a while.\n\n◆ \"Yeah, huh? Guys are idiots; trust me, I know, I was born one, much as I hate it.\" A joke at her own expense, clearly. \"Anyways, so... My first question, is a weirdly strict adherence to routine and the gut-wrenching feeling of something going wrong when it gets broken a thing with autism? Because I have a pretty regimented day, I've had it like that for years, and even if one thing gets scrambled I'm off as hell for the whole day, and I hate it. It'd be nice to have some answers.\""
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"author": "codenamequill",
"message": "Morgan had an idea. The kind of dumb, poorly thought out idea that teenagers like her had on the regular. And with no adults in sight to stop her, she'd collected everything she needed, and was now standing out on the grounds, looking for a partner in crime. Anyone would do, anyone not a teacher. \n\nAnd then she spotted someone walking along. The blue haired girl waved her hand at the unsuspecting stranger excitedly, and shouted \"HEEEEY! HEY! COME OVER HERE!\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "And she chose Violetta. Which for Morgan's information, is probably the worst candidate for mischief ever. Aside from her whole 'i can only talk to people i have psycho analysed in my little journal' thing, she wasn't that keen on trouble or stupid plans.\n\nThe short girl was just on another daily stroll, another stroll like no other, except this time she's been interrupted by an unfamiliar force.\nLike an actually unfamiliar force- as in someone she hadn't really been aware of until now. Grand.\n\nVioletta turned on her heel slowly, blinking at Morgan stoically. Giving herself a moment to think, she left the bluenette in a wave of awkward silence.\n\nAnd with that awkward silence, she simply strolled over to Morgan with nonchalance.\nA really, really fake nonchalance."
},
{
"author": "codenamequill",
"message": "\"Hey!\" Morgan could tell Violetta was a bit put off by the spontaneous call out. Morgan probably would've been too in her place. But at the moment, she was too stoked about her new experiment to care. \n\nThe grassy area where Morgan was standing was littered with... Garbage can lids... Three or four metal disks, likely taken from spots around campus, were just lying around. \n\nMorgan, too excited to even introduce herself properly, immediately got to the point. \"Okay, so I'm trying an experiment with my powers to see how strong of a magnetic field I can generate around myself, and I need someone to help me.\" She picked up one of the metal lids. It had a bit of a dent on the side, but was surprisingly clean and taken care of. \"I need someone to throw this at me, so I can see if I can deflect it with a magnetic field.\" She pointed at her backpack lying in the grass a few feet away. \"I brought snacks as a bribe. They're yours if you agree to help me out for a few minutes. Deal?\" Morgan talked so fast, the explanation of her plan took all of thirty seconds. Clearly, she's been dying to try this out for a while."
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "Violetta didn't speak a word, not when she approached, and not when Morgan when explained her plan. One could mistake such silence as cool reserve, but the shaky feeling in the pit of Violetta's stomach said otherwise.\nThe litter distressed her as she looked around subtly- until the plan was explained, and she was no longer fearing for the Newton's Cradle Climate.\n\nVioletta mulled it over in her head, it was quite simple, and she wasn't sure why she needed to give it so much thought, but she was just that kind of person, i suppose.\n\nAnd finally, after a completely silent interaction with Morgan so far, the short girl finally responds.\n\"...What kind of snacks?\""
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"author": "codenamequill",
"message": "Morgan waited with baited breath for Violetta's response. She perked up when she finally asked her question. \"Uh, lemme see.\" Morgan walked over to her backpack and squatted down. She rummaged around, calling out what she found. \"I have two mini-packs of mnms, an orange, a bottle of apple juice that's two weeks old, and- oh yeah!\" She pulls out a ziplock bag full of what looks to be cookies. \"I made chocolate chip cookies cause I was helping my brother figure out the recipe. I forgot those were in here. Think I left em in the oven a bit too long but they should still be good.\" They looked a little brown and hard, but they weren't totally burnt. \"You can take your pick of whatever.\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "I forgot im so sorry 😭 ahem.\n\nVioletta looked down at the girl as she rooted around the backpack, her round doe eyes blinking expectingly. Honestly, she wasn't entirely sure where the curiousity about snacks came from, considering she wasn't very huge on snacking, but it was worth a try.\nAnd to no one's surprise, she wasn't too tempted by any of the snacks, her facial expression barely shifting.\n\n\"I'll pass on the snacks, but I'll help with the experiment still\"\nDouble win for Morgan!\n\nVioletta spoke with a rather monotonous tone, but she didnt seem mad or uninterested- rather just a bit stoic in general.\nAnd you couldn't tell it from her face, but she was beyond excited about this experiment"
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"author": "codenamequill",
"message": "\"Oh, uh, okay.\" Morgan was a bit surprised to find a person that wasn't interested in food bribes. She'd never known anyone at her old public school to turn down food, but she wasn't about to complain about a willing volunteer. \n\n\"Alright!\" She picked up one of the trash can lids, and held it out to Violetta. \"All you gotta do, is chuck it at me like a big metal frisbee. I tried tossing it into the air myself, but it always gets blown off course by the wind, so I haven't had a lot of luck with that.\" She looked back, making sure the space behind her was still clear. \"I'll take a few steps back, and then when I give the signal, just throw it right at me. I'll use my powers and see how far I can deflect it. Sound good?\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "She recieved the can lid with a hesitant surprise, eyes widening for a moment with her eyebrows raised. She lightly held the tin in her fingers, before easing up the awkwardness of holding something she doesnt usually find herself holding. In a situation she doesnt usually find herself in- that being helping a random stranger with a random experiment that she didn't quite understand.\n\nVioletta nodded briskly at Morgan\n\"Do I do it just the once or..?\"\n\nThe things Violetta does to attempt friendship, she actually kinda regretted not taking the other up on the snack offer, but the apple juice was out of date. Sad."
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"author": "codenamequill",
"message": "\"That depends on if I can deflect it or not I guess. I wanna try and get it for sure before we stop. Like, fully knock it away with my powers if I can.\" Morgan retreated back about fifteen feet, far enough that she'd be able to react to the throw. She took a deep breath, then settled into a sort of crouch, knees slightly bent. She was still smiling, but she was visibly concentrating now. She looked more focused now than she had the whole conversation. \n\n\"Okay. I'm set. Whenever you're ready.\" Her brown eyes were locked on the lid in Violetta's hands, staring unblinkingly as she readied her powers. The ends of Morgan's hair began to float ever so slightly, the static electricity stored in her body beginning to flow at her command."
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "\"I'll give it a go, but don't expect me not to just move out of the way.\" She comments, to no one's surprise, living your life with no PE lessons does have it's downfalls outside of a weak physique and questionable sports knowledge.\nShe picked up another lid, her round eyes remaining fixed on Morgan as the other spoke.\n\n\"My younger brother is into superheroes. He's a massive dork but.. You seem cool. Hovering would also be a sight to see, maybe try use something bigger than these lids? Especially given tin isn't very magnetic\"\n\nWith that, she nodded and launched the lid again, a better throw this time, but still not amazing.\nFuck her dad for homeschooling her, not a single discus PE lesson to her name."
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"author": "codenamequill",
"message": "Magnetism, as far as it relates to electricity, is a bit of a complicated subject. The two forces are connected on a fundamental level. A magnetic field can cause current to flow along a wire, which is how generators work. The opposite is also true, in that an electric current can produce a corresponding magnetic field, which is how Morgan generates her magnetism. However, the direction of the magnetic field is not the same as the current flow, but is in fact, perpendicular, creating a rotating field around the flow.\n\nAll of this to say, Morgan, who's only power is controlling electricity, is trying to make a strong magnetic field by circulating current inside her body, but the resulting magnetic field is totally disconnected from her, she has no way to sense or control it directly. Given her unfamiliarity with this application of her powers, it's not surprising that eventually, by accident, she'd run the current in the wrong direction, inverting the magnetic field.\n\nThe id lazily spiraled through the air with a tad bit more oomf than before, but a few feet away from Morgan, it seemed to come to life. Like a very angry wasp, it suddenly accelerated upward and forward, and before she even realized it, it smacked Morgan directly in the nose.\n\n\"Ow! Fuck!\" Morgan fell back on her ass, covering her nose with her hands as her eyes watered. The can lid fell into the grass, once again lifeless. \"Stupid recyclable wannabe frisbee.\" A trail of dark blood leaked out between Morgan's fingers."
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "Violetta took in a heavy inhale of fresh air after throwing the lid at Morgan's direction; a sense of expectation hung around the short girl.\nAnd she noticeably looked entertained (or at least, her interest was piqued) as the metallic frisbee cut through the wind speedily- that was, until it smacked into Morgan's nose.\n\nVioletta gasped, standing in place on the soft grass beneath her as she comprehended the last 20 seconds. Within a couple seconds, she snaps back to reality, peacefully approaching Morgan and kneeling beside the half stranger.\n\n\"..Is it broken?\" Is her first question, tilting her head.\n\nShe was so much more icy cool and nonchalant, it's either she's confident with her ability to help with this, or she was just very out of her comfort zone launching tin cans at people.\n\n\"It was quite an impact, after all.\""
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"author": "codenamequill",
"message": "\"Ow...\" Morgan complains again. She pulls her hands back and notices the blood leaking out of her nose. \"Oh... That's fun. Um, I don't think so. Does it look broken?\" Her nose looks perfectly fine. A little red, and trailing a stream of blood from the impact, but nothing that won't heal within a few hours.\n\nMorgan pinched her nose. It stopped the blood flow, but made her wince. \"I'm gonna go find the nurse's office. Or maybe a bathroom for paper towels.\" Morgan stood shakily. Once she found her feet she seemed a bit more steady. She glanced at Violetta out of the corner of her eye, and the corner of her mouth lifted. \"You didn't happen to throw that at my head on purpose did you?\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "Violetta got a little too close for comfort for just a second or two, getting a closer look at Morgan's nose before backing up to her original position with uncertainty.\n\"I don't believe so, no... Just a bit grazed and of course bloody.\" She observed with a tone of relief. \n\nVioletta rose to her feet with a bit more ease than Morgan did, for obvious reasons. Though despite this, the speed at which she had arose was too much for her, causing a short dizzy spell and a stumble.\nShe just hoped Morgan hadn't noticed that, to avoid any embarrassment of course.\n\nConfused, Violetta tilted her head- suddenly not as glad to be questioned on anything but her bad balance.\nIt would be best for her to try her best to not look as offended as she most likely was deep down in her RSD fuelled core.\n\nMaybe sarcasm would help? She realised in hindsight that maybe not, but it was a bit late.\n\"If i were aiming at your head... It would have hit anywhere but your head. That's on your powers so... I suppose it could be half a win, hm?\"\nWas that too rude? She couldn't quite tell at this point, considering Violetta wasnt quite so sure how SHE would respond to that, but it didn't feel too bad, right?\n\nAnother day, another Violetta overthinking every word she says"
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"author": "codenamequill",
"message": "Morgan sighed, relieved that it didn't look too bad. She let out a half laugh. \"I was just messing with you. I know that was all me.\" She picked up her backpack with one hand, still using the other to hold her nose. \n\n\"Well, uh, that's gonna have to be the end of that for now. Thanks again for helping me out.\" She shrugged her backpack over her shoulder. \"If you're sure you don't want any of my snacks I guess I'll just owe you one later. As a thanks.\" She smiled, then winced. \"Ow, ow, that hurts. I'm gonna get going to the nurse's.\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "Yep yep!!\n\nVioletta thanks whoever the fuck is up there in the sky that Morgan was joking, smiling subtly at her new acquaintance with a nod.\nNow to hope the other's nose gets better- not that Violetta had any control over that.\n\nShe nods once more\n\"You're welcome, it was... More fun than i expected? Good luck with your nose, I suppose.\" Violetta awkwardly responded, almost giving a thumbs up before realising that was a little strange for her.\n\n\"...Toodles.\" She begins to prepare to leave herself, cursing herself out for saying TOODLES of all things. \nWith that, she begins to make her way out too with an abrupt wave, hoping to all hell that Morgan never needs to blackmail her in future with the knowledge of hearing her say 'toodles.' of all things."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "▪︎ [FIRST SCENE BABEY]\n\n◇ Day four, and she was already up to her nostrils in fear.\n\n□ When she had been told she was being sent to a Swedish rehabilitation facility that would help her learn to live a productive, healthy life despite her severe physical limitations, Audrey had expected it to be relatively peaceful, perhaps even quaint. She'd heard stories of Scandinavian prisons, seen their luxurious interiors like high-end apartments, and heard of how few people returned to lives of crime afterwards, but as the fourth day came and sunrise turned to afternoon she found her body rigid and shivering with the fears that ran through her blood like radioactive tracers.\n\n▪︎ She needed a place to relax, and she needed it quick.\n\n○ So, she stepped outside in her regular summer outfit, which consisted of nothing but a knee-length white sundress and a wide-brimmed hat, and found a nice patch of grass to lay in, beneath the trees filled with birds and squirrels in constant warfare. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than sitting inside worrying herself into a pit of anxieties she couldn't haul herself out of."
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"author": "gorbalicious",
"message": "There's something calm about the way that Morrow Song is. Be it their walk, their voice, their smile... There's just something there.\n\nIt wouldn't be hard to mistake it for some kind of dark-haired lion. In fact, its hair is so big that sometimes its face is barely even visible. Today is, by chance, just such one of those days. It's practically impossible to see its eyes under the mass of tangles. Does this person even try to style it?\n\nUpon seeing Audrey, they slowly walk over, hands in their pockets. They haven't yet gotten the chance to make any friends here and, for the most part, they're quite eager to try. After all, there's really no telling just how long they'll be stuck here, and the idea of simply sitting around for years without getting to no anybody sounds quite tiresome and boring.\n\nIt doesn't seem quite so happy to be out in the sun. At least, compared to everyone else. Its shades sat atop its head, it wears a long pair of overalls, underneath which is a colourful t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up slightly. The overalls themselves have a large frog patch on the front of them.\n\nWith a final step, Morrow brings one hand from out of their pocket and does a quick wave with it.\n\n\"Hey.\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◇ Her head poked up at the sound of a newcomer.\n\n■ \"Oh, hiya!\" Chipper and warm, her voice flowed from her tongue like rivers of ambrosia, milk and honey of the gods holding her every syllable and sound together. Looking up, she saw a bushy-haired individual standing about six feet away, dressed in frog motif overalls and a colourful shirt. *Pleasantly bright,* As she quickly put the look in her mind, sifting it into its own little folder alongside all the other bushy-haired frog lovers she'd known.\n\n▪︎ Of course, they were only the second; she'd have two nickels, and it was *Weird* That she hadn't found more.\n\n◆ \"I love your overalls, hun!\" She beamed, perhaps a touch too brightly, like a floodlight pressed to one's eyeball. \"They're very cute. Love the frog patch; frogs are absolutely the cutest, aren't they?\""
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"author": "gorbalicious",
"message": "From what can be seen of their face, a large grin appears.\n\n\"Yeah, frogs are great,\" Says Morrow, sitting on the ground next to where Audrey is laying. Their smile doesn't fade at all as they speak. If anything, it simply grows. \"I like how they hop about like little idiots.\"\n\nAs it reaches the ground, Morrow reaches down and quickly moves a couple of ants out of the way before planting itself onto the soft grass. However, at no point does its head turn downwards as if to look. Somehow, they noticed the ant without even looking at the ground.\n\n\"Nice evening out. I was expecting rain, but it seems quite clear.\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Right?\" Audrey enthusiastically replied, a grin spread across her freckled cheeks so warm it could melt ice. \"They're empty-headed little lads, and they're shaped like rocks! I love them so, almost as much as I love rats.\"\n\n□ Her voice was friendly and ethereal, a bit high and excited but overall a treat to the senses. Sitting with her legs crossed over each other in the grass, she leaned back against flattened palms and looked up into the trees again. Two squirrels, likely to be of the red breed, skittered about the trunk, and she couldn't help but giggle as she watched them chase each other. To Morrow, though, if they looked over at her at all they'd notice large vine-like growths all along her exposed arms and legs, lazily pulsing as the late afternoon sun kissed her skin and blessed her with one last burst of energy before it went over the horizon and left her in the dark off her own battery.\n\n▪︎ She might have loved to see the sun rise, but seeing it set was bittersweet: necessary, but painful.\n\n◆ \"Yeah, it's really nice.\" She spoke, sight still trained on the squirrels in the tree overhead. \"Nicer than it is back home, apparently. I guess it's... Something like 107° right now? It's blistering hot. At least it's kind of cool here, right?\""
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"author": "gorbalicious",
"message": "\"That sounds bad,\" They say, chuckling slightly as they stretch their arms out to take in the nice air surrounding them. \"It's nice here, though! I love this kind of weather so much.\"\n\nA small glint of mischievousness seems to appear from under the mass of hair covering Morrow's eyes. It stares ahead, simply enjoying the air for a moment, before its hair suddenly begins to... Shrink? Within a second, its entire form has changed and the eyes that then turn to peer curiously at Audrey seem to be nothing other than those of Audrey herself.\n\n\"Man, you look just like me!\" They gasp, before their appearance switches back to normal. They let out a small chuckle, plopping back onto the grass, arms stretched up towards the sky."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Right? It's so... Uh, are you okay?\"\n\n□ Looking over, Audrey was at first confused. The blindfold afro that had previously hung over the other's eyes began to retreat, and like a chameleon under line of fire their entire appearance shifted until, in front of her to her surprise and mild horror, they turned into a near-perfect clone of her. The chlorophyll growths weren't *Quite* The same, but it was still such a dead accurate look that the fearful yelp that left her mouth as she scurried away a bit were entirely natural. After a few moments this fear was replaced with amazement and sickened curiosity, the pit of her stomach filled with cyanide and her mind ablaze with questions.\n\n▪︎ First off, though, she couldn't help herself.\n\n◆ \"Holy moly! I... I think I see why so many people used to hit on me back home.\" Perhaps lacking in modesty, but she herself was aware that she tended to tick about a billion different boxes on the eponymous 'are they attractive?' checklist, so the comment was natural. Once the other had shifted back to their regular look she scooted back over, legs flopped over each other loosely as she went. \"But for real, that's amazing! How did you do that?\""
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"author": "gorbalicious",
"message": "Shrugging, Morrow continues to stretch their arms upwards.\n\n\"Badabing, badaboom, boop boop, kaplow!\" They say, seemingly making the noises randomly as they let out a small chuckle of delight. \"I don't know, really. I just can. It's cool, right?\"\n\nFor a moment, it goes silent, turning its head to look at Audrey directly.\n\n\"I forgot to ask your name! I'm Morrow.\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "[I RETURN SINCE THE EVENT IS WRAPPED FOR THE DAY ]\n\n◆ \"Heh~\" Audrey couldn't help but giggle at Morrow's antics, every boom, bop, and pow more charming than the last. Sure, she didn't know them very well – or, at all for that matter – but she liked the vibe, and that was enough. \"It sure is! It's really cool, though I wasn't expecting it at first. Can you do it at will?\"\n\n□ Stupid question, maybe, but it was a genuine one. Before being shipped to Newton's Cradle, she'd encountered so few parahumans that she could have counted them on one hand, so now that she was surrounded in her kin she knew she'd be seeing a lot of goofy, wacky antics, or perhaps horror shows. Who knew? Laying flat in the grass, she looked less like a human and more like a druid of old, vines running up and down her body and her ginger hair glowing in the setting sun.\n\n▪︎ Maybe it was her natural look, or her self-perception; either way, she looked plucked from the depths of nature and forced into contemporary society.\n\n◆ \"Morrow? Nice to meet you, then! I'm Audrey.\" She turned her head to face the other and smiled. \"So, how long have you been here? I'm sure that's a question people ask in prison, right...?\"\n\n▪︎ Poor thing."
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"author": "gorbalicious",
"message": "\"A few days. I've only been here a few days. Also, to answer your other question, yes! I can do it at will. People like to compare my powers to a chameleon because, well, they're all things chameleons can do. Shapeshifting, 360 degree vision, and I can also make my hands and feet sticky to walk on walls and stuff. It's a lot of fun.\"\n\nMorrow's voice sounds excited, as if this is the first time they've properly gotten to talk to someone here. Which it is. The only real conversations they've had with any other parahumans since arriving were in the group chat and, for the most part, that gets pretty stressful if they're in there for too long.\n\n\"How about you? How long have you been here? Also, I'm guessing you can do cool stuff too?\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Ooh, that's awesome!\" Almost child-like in wonder, it was clear that the concept of a chameleon-like human struck something deep inside of her, a mixture of childhood dreams and evenings spent reading about chameleons and octopi and whatnot. \"It definitely sounds fun. At least, a lot more fun than my powers, if you could even call them that. I got here a few days ago... Tuesday, I flew into Gothenburg? And then it was a short hop here. Honestly probably for the best that I'm here, even if I miss my family dearly.\"\n\n□ Looking back up at the sky, she hummed lightly and thought about how best to describe her powers. Sure, since childhood she'd been blursed with these encroaching patches of vines beneath her skin, and thus had been bullied incessantly by the closed-minded and the mean, but even now she struggled to describe them without getting vague or nonsensical with her word choice and metaphors.\n\n▪︎ So, after a few moments of humming and excusing herself, she finally had a half-decent idea.\n\n◆ \"So, you see these vines under my skin? The ones that cover about two-thirds of it all? Those aren't just birth defects, they're, uhm... Basically they're large patches of chlorophyll. I don't get anything from eating regular food, so all of my sustenance and energy comes from absorbing solar energy! I can also re-emit this solar energy and shape it into little balls, and grow little flowers from my skin, like...\" Lips pulling themselves taut with focus, she sat up and laid her forearm against her thigh. There, in real time, Morrow would be able to see a chrysanthemum break through the glassy layer up top painlessly, growing to its full size before dropping off with a winded sigh. A few more moments of gentle guidance, and she grew a stem on it, as if it was *Meant* For hair. \"There! Can I braid this into your hair? Weird question, but there's so much of it, I'm sure I could get it to stick through heck and high water.\""
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"author": "gorbalicious",
"message": "During Audrey's demonstration, Morrow simply sits in wonder, watching curiously through the whole thing. The moment the chrysanthemum appears, a small gasp can be heard from Morrow's direction, and, upon hearing the request to braid the flower into its hair, it smiles widely and nods.\n\n\"Absolutely! It's so pretty. I really have no idea how something so beautiful got you sent here. I won't ask, though. That's probably too personal.\"\n\nThere is absolutely no malice in their words. Truly. They seem to be the words of a person who genuinely cares, despite their curiosity."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Goodie!\" A bit too excited, but... She loved making flower crowns. Who could blame her? \"I mean, uh... Woo! Anyways, it was so stupid. I climbed up onto the garage of an abandoned house in the neighbourhood I lived in back in Olypmia, but some woman with the Neighbourhood Watch called the cops on me. Thought I was up there to smoke weed or something. One thing came to another, and here I am! I miss my family, but oh well... Minus those spooky angels, I like it here so far.\"\n\n□ Genuine. That's what she was as she spoke, telling the truth about how trivial her arrest and subsequent sentencing had been. \"Honestly, it was less of a trial and more just... The lawyers sitting me and my family down and being like *Yeah, you won't see jail for this, but you said you struggle a lot with this... Gift, and we know a place in Sweden that specializes in your kind.* I decided it wouldn't hurt to see another part of the world and learn to live with my powers better, and so I willingly came here.\" She spoke as she scooted over and began to work at Morrow's hair, hands and voice soft and warm like freshly baked bread.\n\n▪︎ And, so she set off to work, twirling wiry curls together and braiding the unruly strands until the flower she'd grown was firmly tied in.\n\n◆ \"There! I'd say it looks great on you; contrasts with your skin.\" She spoke, though a bit hesitantly out of fear of being seen as insensitive. \"So, how'd you get sent here, if you don't mind me asking?\""
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"author": "gorbalicious",
"message": "As Audrey speaks whilst weaving the flower into Morrow's large hair, it sits and listens intensely to everything that she is saying. However, when asked this question, it freezes up for a moment, considering how best to explain what happened. In complete honesty, it's not even completely aware of everything that happened. All it knows are the basic details and series of events that led to their arrest.\n\n\"Ran away from home,\" They say, sighing lightly as they raise a hand to gently feel where the flower sits in their hair. \"Used my abilities to evade the authorities, got out of the country... And then got dragged here after they caught up to me.\"\n\nA cold shiver runs down their back at this, almost as if a cold hand has rested upon their back and trickled downwards.\n\n\"In my defense, home was horrible.\""
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"author": "burningsilence",
"message": "Yarimiel, pretty bored out of her mind, began to roam the place at night, earbuds stuck into her ears blasting music, the sound audible from nearby in the near-silence. She sauntered slowly to the music despite the fast beat and rythm, her arms flailing limply at her sides as she occasionally twisted and turned while still going the same direction. She did not seem to have any worries or fears about anything, due to the clear lack of care in her actions, taking wide, erratic arcs in her path ir sharp changes in direction as the result of a heel turn. Her mind felt relaxed, it felt free, the sound so loud and overbearing that it silenced her thoughts, the sheer focus she had on the sound alone supressing all other conscious thought processes. \n\nTo a certain someone, they'd occasionly notice her at the edge of their vision, but never be quite fully able to focus when looking at her directly, her already odd path making it harder to focus than if she was just standing still, but even then, her footsteps were still giving her away, the sounds of slippers sliding across the hard floors, and the occasionaly murmur as she either hummed or tried to recote the lyrics of the song."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◇ 1:45am...\n\n● *\"Cons of being a literal plant mom: sleep is pointless.\"*\n\n□ Ever since her parents had managed to ship over a proper grow light for her, Audrey had found herself burdened by infinite free time. Due to her physiology she didn't have a need for sleep in the same way a human did, so while the Cradle came to a standstill and everyone retired to their rooms or to the comforting embrace of sleep she felt the need to do something, *Anything,* If it'd get her out of her hammock and doing something productive.\n\n▪︎ And that something productive? It was simply roaming the halls with a careful gaze and languid gait.\n\n□ She hated to be so cautious, so fearful in a place that should have been home, but those angelic freaks could have been anywhere. They could have been peering in her window, they could have been four deep in one of the courtyards and ready to rampage through the halls... Or maybe they were all just asleep like most of her human half's kin. Sadly, she was a worrywart at heart, and even though the Cradle should have been the safest place on earth she couldn't help but feel unsettled as she roamed the halls.\n\n▪︎ Then, as she was looking outside, she saw something out of the corner of her eye, and wrought nerves spooked her so terribly she let out a frightful screech.\n\n◆ \"Oh my gosh!\" After letting out a scream that could have been sampled for a horror movie and stumbling back in a panicked state, she took a few moments to breathe deeply, bare feet pressed flat to the ground as she practiced one of those new-fangled breathing techniques one of her friends back home had taught her. After a few moments she rose back to her full height, six foot two even without shoes on, and let out an embarrassed giggle. \"You scared the shit out of me, Yari, holy! Didn't expect to see you there, gee...\" She continued to break into fits of embarrassed, nervous laughter, thick ginger locks falling down her face and bathing her in sunlight despite it being the small hours of the morning. \"So, ah... What's up, hun? Can't sleep? Or don't need to?\""
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"author": "burningsilence",
"message": "Yarimiel kept going for a few feet before her odd dancing had allowed her to finally see Audrey, to which she stopped and looked up at her face, fixing her posture to fully face the plant girl, making prolonged eye contact the entire time. \"I'm usually awake at this time. I sleep twice per day, sometimes three, usually those naps add up to four to six hours, but usually I just skip the sleeping, and sometimes stay awake for *Days* At a time. Short answer: not right now, no.\" Ausrey could find Yarimiel's gaze drifting from her face and to the rest of her, as the small, pale teenager got a much closer, or rather, detailed- as she had not actually gotten closer- look at her. \"Oh, wow, that is cool! What are *You* Doing up, though?\" She tilted her head and her eyes shot back up to pierce Audrey with her completely blank gaze, the pale, corpse-like mask showing absolutely no emotion, not intrigue, exhaustion, nothing, it was completely blank, although it was notable now that her right eye really did not like to open any more past halfway, or more like it *Couldn't*. The white pinpricks in the middle of her huge inky irises grew in size ever so slightly as she began to focus not on justvher eyes, but on Audrey's face as whole. \n\nShe was also unaware of the fact that she had scared Audrey, hence Yarimiel not bringing attention to it."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◇ A moment of awkward silence followed.\n\n■ \"Okie-dokie! Gotcha.\" She warmly replied, cold as her blood ran through her veins as Yari pierced straight through her with her hollow gaze. It was a very unusual look for a person, and while she didn't judge there was a certain part of her that felt utterly *Unnerved* By the other girl's parahuman appearance. She barely looked human, and no amount of acceptance and tolerance changed the baseline uncanny valley feeling she felt gnawing away at the the pit of her stomach. \"I don't technically need to sleep anymore, so I'm just wandering around, you know? I can't really read in the dark without sitting at my desk, and that just feels so *Rigid.*\" She spoke, a joyous yet tame lilt to her voice. \n\n• \"Also, gee, you gave me a scare! I'm fine, but... Whoo! That might've woken someone up, huh?\""
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"author": "burningsilence",
"message": "After Audrey's words, Yarimiel paused for about half a second before her gaze dropped again to wherever she could spot the subdermal vines and chlorophyll from her current posture and position. \"So I'm guessing that is a part of your power, as well as the green stuff I'm seeing... I didn't bother to get a good look at you last time we, uh, 'met'.\" She squinted her eyes on that last word, then blinking before having them be wide open again. Audrey's voice and tone helped to thaw the thin icy shell she usually held around her heart, as well as an intrigue and playful curiosity that would keep rising as their exchange of questions kept going and going. \n\n\"Say, what can you do? I mean, we already explained it to each other but, I want to see what you can do for real, in person... Can I?\" She tried her best at an innocent smile, but only the tops of her top teeth were visible, giving her an even more uncanny feel, the sudden smile and the lack of a lift in her eye expression, with that remaining completely blank. Inside, she felt a fire light up, the engine in her mind that served to generate, ask and memorize, the engine of curiosity began to heat up as it was currently idle with the simple question of what Audrey could do. \"If you wat, we can show *Each other* What we can do right now! But, considering the fact that I scared you, that might not be the best of ideas, and I promise I won't use it on you, either, you look like your heart would shoot out through your sternum at anything past a scare like that!\" Her face began to show a little more emotion, her gaze still unwavering, but Yarimiel now began to use slight hand and mouth gestures as she quickly warmed up to Audrey."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Er, yeah! These chlorophyll mats are the crux of my parahumanity, dude. I was born with them, but they were tiny, and they've never stopped growing, y'know?\" Audrey warmly spoke , holding up an arm so the sleeve of her dress could fall down and expose all of her viney beauty. \"And now they give me all my sustenance, and all my energy, and all my life, so I guess I've gotta be thankful for them. Sucks that I don't get anything out of food, though... Or maybe it's good. I can eat whatever I want and not worry about picking up a pot belly, her!\"\n\n□ An oddly specific joke, but a joke nonetheless. Speaking with a jovial yet mild tone, she hummed and laughed and leaned against the open glass window as she spoke. Fixing her gaze on Yari again, she nodded and smiled as the other girl spoke, taking in all she had to say, and all the well-intended questions she fired off with unusual enthusiasm. Audrey, however, was not one to judge, and thus she figured she'd answer some questions to the best of her abilities.\n\n▪︎ After all, she wasn't exactly at her peaks hours.\n\n◆ \"I can't really give you a demo right now because it's the middle of the night, but I'll tell ya what I can do, alright?\" She clarified. \"Anyways, the chlorophyll under my skin makes all of my body's sustenance and energy minus water, and I have to bask in the sun like a lizard for, like, six or seven hours a day to really stay healthy. I can re-emit the light I absorb as little candlelights, or I can turn it into food for little flowers that grow out of my skin along the chlorophyll mats! Pretty cool, huh?\""
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"author": "burningsilence",
"message": "\"Oh, wow, that's interesting! So your power was from birth... I mean, I guess most... Uh, what was the word again... Physiology? Yeah. So, I guess most physiology-changing powers manifest at birth...\" Her gaze then lifted to the other's arm and she looked at it intently, it reminded her of that skin disorder some people had, she couldn't remember the name, but she knew what it was, she then tried to do the same with her own arm to show Audrey, but soon realized that the sleeve was too thick to be very effective, so she instead looked around, then just pulled her arm out of one of the sleeves from within the sweater and poked it out from the collar, which allowed her to show off her own weird bodily quirks.\n\nFrom what Audrey could see of her arm and shoulder, her skin was indeed still pale all over, but as she rotated her arm, instead of the circulation being red or blue, it was just black, all black, without any hint of color past that other than a few blue undertones. Odd, was her body like this all over? I mean, Audrey could see the inside of Yarimiel's mouth, and it certainly held *Some* Red, but was still notably very dark instead of the pinkish color one would come to naturally expect. She then did something with her arm, the dark circulation appeared as of it had burst violently under her skin, but the skin began to turn black too, even losing all visible texture in favor of the odd solid lighting, but in this level of darkness, her arm was just fully nothing-black, and her fingers had extended to be longer and clawed, her arm then appeared to split down the middle, both sides falling outwards as black goo strung between them, but quickly enough, the goo, and the arms, congealed both into fully functional forearms, with complete hands and all, joined at the single elbow. After this, the arms fused back together into a shifting mass that quickly reverted to Yarimiel's regular arm. After this, she sild her arm back into the sleeve.\n\n\"That's *One* Of my powers.\" She stated innocently."
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"author": "burningsilence",
"message": "\"Kinda checks out, but one would thing that your stomach would just turn into something else, no? So you don't just have a thirty-foot long, useless flesh tube in ya. Odd.\" \n\nShe paused for a second after Audrey's reaction to her power, noting the quick, nervous tone in her voice. \"Usually there's some white in there, sometimes there isn't, although sometimes there's white anyways even in the dark as if a light were to shine on me.\" She just held a passive, tiny smile, trying to suppress her urge to curse out Audrey or tear her apart for her fearful reaction, even if she knew that it was perfectly reasonable, it hurt every time she saw that slight widening of the eyes, their sudden hyper-focus and the panicky, nervous chuckling some did, she knew the smile was supposed to be genuine, and she decided to let the fake emotions respond automatically.\n\nHer true emotions shined through for a second, and her eyes notably squinted, her face going neutral for a second before returning to the wide-eyed marble mask. \"It's actually super useful, like reaching high places or gaps, or simply to add some needed power to whatever you do, like lifting. Or for when you don't want to be noticed.\" Her eyes widened slightly and her eyebrows rose at the end there.\n\n\"And before you ask me or yourself. I get that constantly, *Even without my power*.\" Her tone lowered when she mentioned her natural creepiness over that provided by her power. \n\nShe then paused for a few seconds. \"Did you have anywhere in mind you wanted to go to before I seemed to evict your soul unwillingly?\" She asked."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"I see!\" Audrey replied, humming for a moment as Yari spoke about the nature of her powers, and how she always seemed to be illuminated no matter where she was. \"That's pretty nifty, gotta admit. Also... Sorry if I've offended you hun, it's just... I've never really *Seen* Other parahumans before here, so it's a *Little* Bit of an adjustment period, you know?\"\n\n□ Noticing hints and signs in Yari's disposition and greyscale face that she was at least a little annoyed and hurt at her (admittedly natural) reaction to the display of power she'd just witnessed, her brain switched into defensive mode, the gears thrown from chipper conversation to attempts to allay any troubles she might have caused. Surely if she'd just kept her smile up and forced herself to remain bright then this wouldn't be happening, and she wouldn't be feeling the burning tendrils of embarrassment and years of harassment coming back, snaking through her veins and up her neck, sinister voices telling her she'd royally fucked up.\n\n▪︎ But, she just kept her warm façade up, jade eyes bright even as the darkness encroached it.\n\n◆ \"Gotcha! Also... I guess that's it. I'm gonna keep on walking, hun, if that's fine with you. Got a lot of midnight oil to burn and all that.\"\n\n○ An awkward, somewhat forced laugh followed. Even now, it was amazing how she managed to keep up appearances so well when, at the flip of a switch, her mind seemed to veer from warmth and positivity to gloom and self-doubt, and the deep-seated need to remove herself from any situation that caused the flipped switch lest she be exposed as a fraud."
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"author": "burningsilence",
"message": "\"That makes sense, I guess I should take that into account.\" She looked off to the side for a second before looking back up at Audrey as she spoke again, announcing her goodbyes, undoubtedly due to Yarimiel's own slip-up, but Yarimiel did not care very much, in all honesty. Hurting others just didn't get to her through the mask. \"Oh, okay...\" Although, she didn't expect such a quick goodbye, hence her reaction, she saw Audrey as one of those secure, confident providers, but she had assumed wrong, she guessed. \"I hope to talk to you again. I mean it.\" She then gives her a wave as she walks away backwards and drops into the nearest shadow, the white points in her eyes being luminescent even in the pitch darkness she had disappeared into."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "[BADDA BING BADDA BOOM]\n\n◇ Another lovely day, huh?\n\n□ At least, that's what Audrey thought to herself when she looked out the window after a morning spent re-reading one of her favourite novels and saw perfect blue skies. Blue skies, just a few clouds, the leaves calmly swaying in the light breeze flowing over the Cradle... If she had a tail, it'd have been wagging excitedly as she packed up her art supplies and a wicker basket full of various light snacks to keep her occupied. Or, maybe she was just hoping to pawn off some of her foraged berries and mushrooms to the squirrels? Whatever the case, she found herself walking out of the main doors of the Cradle's residential building, art supplies under one arm and curled around one hand's four primary digits and the other curled around the handle of a well-loved picnic basket.\n\n▪︎ Needless to say, she had a great feeling.\n\n□ Of course, though, she first needed to find something to paint. Something scenic, something idyllic, or possibly something charmingly mundane... The possibilities were endless. Roaming the grounds in a typical ankle-length mint dress festooned in flowers, her bare feet nary made a peep nor an ache as she walked, jade eyes scanning the grounds for anything of note, and after about ten minutes she found it: a tree. It was some sort of fruit tree, and it was in full bloom, and her eyes lit up the moment she saw it. Excitedly rushing over to a patch of grass, she began to set everything up: canvas on a lightweight easel, palette at the ready, water in an awaiting vessel... She was *Ready* To spend the entire day outside painting this one tree, and she was stoked."
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"author": "hawkguyy",
"message": "```Day 40 of Gabriel Darius Trahan [Link to Patreon]'s soiree at Newton's Cradle...```\n \nDespite being from the South, Gabe *Hated* The heat. The relatively small pro of 'being able to walk around shirtless without the obvious attention grab being noticeable' was far, far outweighed by everything else. Like sweat. And not being able to layer clothes. God, wasn't Sweden supposed to be *Cold*?\n\nStill, it was nothing compared to the blistering heat Gabe was used to, and so he set off to find something worthy of entertaining his stimuli-craving brain besides schoolwork and scrolling through the comments on his latest Instagram post. The outfit he chose today was... Well, it was the best he could do in the sweltering heat— a simple dark green tee shirt, paired with brown khakis and a light jacket tied at his waist *Solely* There to break up the large blocks of color. Well-kept sneakers (nothing actually fit for running in, almost certainly for show) helped make him seem more casual than his usual dress.\n\nIt wasn't an exceptional outfit in his standards, but it was nothing he'd be ashamed to be seen in, and therefore *Good enough*.\n\nFamiliar red hair piques Gabe's interest, momentarily disturbing the long, intricate inner monologue concerning his appearance. He would have mourned the loss of the soliloquies dedicated to his chiseled abs, had the identity of the girl at the easel not interested him so. \n\n*Audrey*. \n\nGod, Gabe wished he was better dressed.\n\nHe hadn't seen her since the night he spent cooking for the Cradle and its... Odd residents, but she was someone who's brief company actually interested the perpetually self-interested actor, which was a startling (and impressive) feat. \n\nHe instinctively changes his course to the mound of painting supplies, feeling a metaphorical wagging tail oscillate behind him.\n\n_ _\n\"Hey,\" Gabe says, announcing his presence by clearing his throat. He looks over her shoulder, taking a look at the stained canvas and the girl's face, furrowed in concentration.\n\n\"Wow,\" He remarks, leaning in closer. \"Pretty.\"\n\n*The canvas, too.* A silent voice echoes."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Eep!\" Clearly, Audrey hadn't been expecting company. If anything, she'd been so absorbed into laying down the base layers and strokes that when a familiar self-assured voice boomed not five feet away she naturally jumped a bit and whipped her head around. \"Oh gosh, Gabe! You're gonna give a girl a heart attack, gee...\" \n\nLooking over at her friend, she let out a sheepish laugh, faint hints of dragonfruit peel pressing themselves against her cheeks in a fit of embarrassment. Was she that easy to spook that him simply coming up behind her and saying 'hey' was enough to scare the bejeezus out of her? Or had she just been absorbed into her canvas, spirit detached and eyeing down every detail of every tree while her body laid down oil strokes one arc of the brush at a time?\n\n▪︎ Whatever the case, she shook her head to declutter her thoughts.\n\n◆ \"What'cha doing out here, hun? Taking in the nice weather?\" She chirped out from a branch of curiosity. \"Because, boy, I love the weather over here! Olympia is just so *Rainy* In the summer, it sometimes felt like the universe itself didn't want me to live since, you know, I *Needed* Direct sunlight back home, and... I guess you probably don't wanna hear me complain. So! What's brought you out?\""
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"author": "burningsilence",
"message": "Yarimiel was still recovering from that whole ordeal a few days ago, but that event has left her with an unwillingness to mask her true self, isntead forcing her into a stance that basically just makes her hate anyone who doesn't accept her as she truly is, even when she attempts to work on her issues.\n\nShe'd recently heard that some sort of training area has been made, and ahe thought she should check it out, maybe something here would help her develop her power to not have it lash out every time she didn't like someone in the slightest. She looked at all of the workout and support equipment with disinterest clear in her gaze, then saw a large, empty area with bleachers on both sides. This did not look like any game court she knew. *This looked like an arena.* Her face did not change, but she felt a kindling burn to life within her soul, and she walked over to it and began to check the area out (even though there wasn't actually much to see). \n\nAfter looking around for a total of about fifteen seconds, she decided to simply stake out the area, and sat down in the middle of the arena while on her phone. She did not care if others came up to her to tell her to move, she did not want to move, she would only accept a challenger to her, and she was steadfast on this, although a casual conversation was something she wouldn't say no to."
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"author": "cyber0783",
"message": "Caspar had heard about the new training room at NC, prompting him to finally break out of the rut he had been stuck in since he got here. While he'd never show it, Cas was feeling a little overwhelmed with his new surroundings, especially since he didn't have his family here to fall back on. But he was coping. \n\nThe training room fulfilled the more X-Menish mental image of NC Cas had before coming here. He'd decided to wander on down to the new room and give it a look, since actually training sure beat making more snowmen in the woods and taking selfies. The workout gear was fairly expected, but Cas was quite intrigued upon winding up at the sparring arena. Now *This* Was more like it! A place where Cas could test his mettle and refine his technique against some of the other students.\n\nSpeaking of other students, Cas sees one sitting in the centre of the arena. A small, frail lookin' girl with curly brown hair. Cas privately notes that the girl doesn't look too physically strong, but in NC that probably means very little. The girl's prominent position on the mat causes Cas to assume she's looking for a challenge and he decides to head on over to her and see what her deal is. He gives the girl a wave as he heads on over to greet her.\n\"Yo! Pretty decent place, ey? They're finally giving us something superpower-y to do...\" He stuffs his hands into his jacket pocket before continuing. \"I'm Cas by the way. You?\""
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"author": "burningsilence",
"message": "She looks up from her phone, the mass of *Black* Curls revealing little of her face until she swept some of the hair away, her large, black irises and pinpoint white dots i the center of them giving her eyes an uncanny look, yet it was negligible behind the look of her face overall.\n\nAn inhumanly white face stared back at Caspar with the same uninterested look, but her response was more on the articulate, thought-out side, as if she could let her thoughts spill out.\n\n\"Yeah. I thought I would have somewhere to actually get my thing under control, but no, not until now at least.\" She stands up, revealing her to be even smaller than anticipated under the enormous clothing she wore, a black wool sweater, dark blue pants and socks, no actual footwear besides those socks. \n\n\"Cas, okay. I'm Yari.\" She did not make any more formalities besides this and simply waited for more input, having grown very bored and lethargic during her wait, but deep down, her soul itched for violence, and the moment it was suggested she would flare to life again."
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"author": "cyber0783",
"message": "Cas is struck by Yari's uncanny appearance. While she is a little aesthetically unusual to him, he doesn't make any sort of mental note about this. After all, this place is full of weird-lookin' people, if you think about it. Though, her eyes did spook him a bit. He buries his knee-jerk reaction before it becomes visible on his face. After all, nobody wants to know the person they're speaking to thought they were a bit weird for a second, right?\n\nCas notes Yari's abruptness and the ease with which her thoughts seem to spill out. He could sense a certain... Urgency in Yari. To him, it seemed she was waiting for something. He's not *Completely* Sure, but he feels confident in his assessment that Yari wanted to fight. To be honest, he was kinda itching for a chance to spar with someone. \"So... We're both on in the sparring arena... I'm assuming we both wanna fight, right?\" He asks, his hands deep inside his thick jacket pockets in a calculated show of casualness."
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"author": "burningsilence",
"message": "She kept her gaze trained directly on Cas's eyes, and after he asked his question, her body language suddenly shed its lethargic language, now expressing a more anticipated mannerism. \"Yes.\" The white pinpoints in her eyes sparkled slightly, but did not do anything past this. Her hands, as the excitement began to flow theough her body, would shake for a moment before beginning to twirl the bottom edge of her sweater."
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"author": "cyber0783",
"message": "Cas grins at Yari's reaction. Seeing her go from lethargic to extremely animated fills him with joy. Bringing joy and excitement to others is something Cas always attempts to do. Yari's reaction gives him pause for a minute, though. It occurs to him that Yari is essentially waiting to try beat him up, but he pushes that thought away.\n\nHe immediately runs over to the far side of the arena, waiting for Yari to stand at the opposite side.\n\"Yo, so let's do this! Never sparred with someone beofre, so it should be a learnin' experience\""
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"author": "burningsilence",
"message": "She giggles childishly in glee with her unfittingly deep voice, said giggle also had very faint hints of malice in it as she skipped to the other end of the arena and stopped there. \"I'm ready! She waved excitedly at Caspar and would stand still, waiting for something to happen. \"Wait, when do we decide its over? While I would love to beat the shit out of people right now, I also don't want to leave you with permanent damage just for wanting to have a practice fight!\" \n\n[How big would you say the arena is? A square would be best, maybe a large space, say 52x52ft, or 16x16m or is this too large for your taste?]"
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"author": "cyber0783",
"message": "[Think that size works 👍 ]\n\"Permanent damage?\" Asks Cas. \"C'mon, gimme some credit! I've been beaten up before, I can take it again.\" True, Cas *Had* Been beaten up before, but it had been when he was like, ten. Still, he does privately steel himself for some sort of big attack from Yari... Just to be safe\n\nIgnoring Yari's unfittingly deep voice, Cas gives her question some thought. \"Uhh... Guess we just keep going till one of us looks like they're about to pass out? Or I guess we could just say when we're too fucked up.\" Cas looks over at the edge of the arena, which gives him an idea. \"What if we try force eachother out the ring? Ends on a ring-out, like sumo. Or gameshows or something.\""
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"author": "burningsilence",
"message": "\"So what I hear is, it's over when one of us is too beat up to continue, when one of us is forced out of the ring, or when one of us gives up.\" She lists them out, then her arms and hands flap limply in excitement. \"Let's go! Do something!\" She hops in place as she waits for Caspar o Do A Thing."
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"author": "cyber0783",
"message": "\"Ok... Here goes nothin'...!\"\nCas plants his legs firmly on the ground and focuses on Yari. He quickly raises his arms, firing a tight stream of blue particles at Yari. He's not entirely sure what he intends to do with this frosty blast, other than just... Generally inconveniencing her. Suppose it'll help him learn what she can even do, anyway.\n\nG1 uhh ice blast thingie?"
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"author": "burningsilence",
"message": "Yarimiel remained quiet and would say few words from here on. She would use her ability to lay flat on the ground and skitter to the side, looking like a very burnt pancake until she popped back up from the move, the momentum from suddenly reforming launching her into the air about a foot before landing again and falling on her side. \"Wow! That was cool!\""
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"author": "cyber0783",
"message": "Cas stares for a moment, before unleashing his finger guns. \"You can say that again! Alright!\" He says, a wide, stupid grin on his face. Cas was, essentially, just called 'cool' by someone else, and it's already going to his head just a little. He may not look cool right now, having whiffed his attack and all but goddamnit he *Feels* Cool, and that's what matters in the end, right?.\nAnyway, Cas's little pose has left him a open. Perfect opportunity, right there."
},
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"author": "burningsilence",
"message": "Yarimiel would attempt to cover the full sixteen or so meters as fast as possible by extending her arms forwards and latching (via suction) onto the nearest spot on the ground to the middle, then she'd use this to pull herself forwards violently, pulling an arm back towards herself and using the momentum of *That* To extend it once again towards Caspar in an attempt to grab him anywhere on his upper body, her fingers having extended dramatically as well as her hand, now looking like a giant webbed limb."
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"author": "cyber0783",
"message": "\"Heh, p-r-e-t-t-y co- **JESUS CHRIST**\" Yells Cas, not expecting the giant webbed hand encroaching on his general area. He quickly flings himself back, sliding across the ground on a thin layer of ice. He quickly gets to his feet, steeling his nerves once again. \"Woah! Nearly got me there... Should'a been concentrating...\" Cas notes that Yari doesn't need to move from her spot to get him... Which doesn't bode well for his success. A hard counter to his mobility, too... This would require some strategy."
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"author": "burningsilence",
"message": "She giggles again from his reaction, and landed on her feet, skidding to a stop before standing upright again.\n\nYarimiel would yet again send out her arms using her power, but now that she was closer, she was able to attack. She used them to overshoot Caspar and unite hands behind him in an attempt to pull him closer. If she managed to make contact, they would bind to him and pull closer. Otherwise, they would immediately retract with even greater speed. \"Get over here!\" Was spat out in a low, grumbly voice. A simple imitation of a famous line."
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"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "At the northern sect of the forest, a thick layer of rough frost coated the foliage, a hue of minty silver blanketing the vicinity. And there, of course, was a machine... Waiting patiently for the others to show up. She didn't own a watch, but the Magearna *Did* Have an internal clock, so, uh... Good enough, I guess? The road ahead should be at least steady if it was a trade route as advertised... Right?\n["
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"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous was punctual, as any good sheriff was. She held Sylvia across her chest, stroking her head softly a few times as she arrived on the scene. She was a tad melancholy today, having had a dream about her wife that she sorely missed, the aching pain boring out her heart and leaving a gaping hole that nothing could fill.\n\nBut she had a job, and she had a duty that she could never shirk. After all, it was a lot easier to force herself to get out of bed for this than it was to do it normally. As long as she had a duty, she could ignore her pain, that's what she told herself.\n\nSo the Cacturne approached Beta, walking up to stand by her side before anyone else arrived, watching the forest for the other approachers.\n\nCasually, she asked, \"Sleep okay?\"\n\nShe didn't know that Beta might not actually sleep."
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"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n꧁~ Who else would show up except for our ~~least~~favorite altaria~. She was dressed in different atire today, wearing two thick leather messenger bags strapped securely around each wing(curtesy of his butler). When Cerul wasn't lounging around 'peasant territory' or Neone, she did the mail, family run business yadda yadda. Altarias that were fortunate enough to have cloud nine made perfect mail birds! They could truck through virtually any weather, which made Cerul particularly special, at least to the family business...\n\n꧁~ Cerul didn't have any fancy rich people jewlery on, the only defining thing as 'Cerul' would be the same 'holier than thou' gaze she held. \n\n◈ **\"Salutations Beta 0001,\"** He bowed, ***\"And company...\"*** She sneered, giving an 'eugh' look at anonymous.\n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
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"author": "speggatoto",
"message": "February got a little distracted wandering through the frosty parts of the woodland; she's never been so far north before so the pretty frost was quite the novelty! Her arrival was a little bit later than she intended it to be but her worries soon left her mind upon seeing the others up ahead- setting off early meant that she had plenty of time to marvel things like at her own warm breaths in the air.\n\nWith her she carried her usual flowering branch in one hand and a tiny basket made of woven grass. Looks like she packed a picnic? Maybe she missed the memo about this being a treacherous and dangerous journey..."
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"author": "_glooper",
"message": "The next to saunter upon the waiting party was a tsunami of dodads and trinkets, all delicately balanced within a miasma of psychic energy. At the center of the storm was a Girafarig clad in kneesocks and a warming saddle. Thick leather pouches hung from that and a quill slathered with ink jotted at canvas.\n\n\"So this is Guardia, is it? If it were later, the Royal Riolu would be about the stars, easiest to see at the thick of here. I think,\" Mumbled the Giraffe. She almost stumbled into Anonymous, stopping just as her vague Cynthia-toting shadow graced her visions.\n\nBefore she actually regarded the Cacturne, she fiddled with a golden astrolabe.\n\n\"Oh, hello! Did you also take this mission?\" Her chippy enthusiasm came like melted ice cream in the best of ways. \"I like your shawl!\"\n\nAnd then it was back to work for Cassie, absent-mindedly resumed in her work for the stars she couldn't see in the sky.\n\n\"We're here for Beta? I think that was the name on the request?\""
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"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "For the purpose of pacing, Anonymous would observe Cassie arriving before Cerul.\n\nAfter giving February a passing glance in acknowledgment, Anon's eyes met Cassie's, unable to help but produce a pleased smile to the Girafarig. Truth be told, she didn't get many compliments on her looks nowadays, what with her being middle aged, a widow, and a thoroughly intimidating figure to some. With a bright smile she tipped her hat to the normal type, remarking kindly, \"You're lookin' quite dandy yourself, Miss.\"\n\n\"'Fraid so, someones gotta keep an eye out for those in need, s'far as I see it.\" Suddenly, her smile faded into a frown, glaring at the approaching bird. That damn vagrant...\n\nAs soon as the bird \"Greeted\" Her, Anonymous stepped toward the bird, making sure to stare down at her. Without warning, she reached out and grabbed her by the plumage, holding her tight and maneuvering around her back. \"Hold still.\" She spoke succinctly, making sure it sounded as professional as possible."
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"author": "_glooper",
"message": "Replying with a quick 'thank you'at Anonymous' declaration of dandyhood, Cassie's attention really honed back into the realms of reality when she heard the Cacturne's reasoning. Whether or not she knew the meaning of a cowgirl didn't matter- they were imposingly amazing all the same.\n\n\"Yeah,\" She nodded. \"I'm hoping to do that, too, ma'am. This is my first missssss-\" \n\nAnd then she hopped to the side, watching Anonymous parlay with Cerul. When did she get here?\n\n\"A gay cloud?\" Pollux said, squinted out of Cassie's backside."
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{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n◈ **\"What a coincidence, I also so happen to be keeping an eye on 'those in need'~\"**\n\n꧁~ Yes! Cerul was in fact gay! Having the largest ever crush on Neone's splenderful leader does that to a person. The altaria would've been all hunkey dory and ready to go... Until Anonymous made a move to arrest her...\n\n◈ **\"Hey-! Hands off you-\"** Cerul choked back insults... Having learned her lesson several times over since his garden arrest. **\"You can't arrest me out here, alright? Not only is it out of your jurisdiction, b-but I haven't committed a single 'crime' since you** ***Wrongfully*** **Arrested me!\"**\n\n꧁~ Cerul bucked, trying to yank the large plush wings out of anonymous's grasp.\n\n◈ **\"Spiteful... Damn... Sherif..!\"** Cerul hissed each time he yanked a wing.\n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous didn't look the bird in the eyes, nor let up. She had done this a million times before, some resistance wasn't going to stop her. She'd yank the wings back together, working her way to holding them behind Cerul's back with just one hand, her Sylvia hand. The other one went to her shawl and pulled out some wing cuffs. With a bit of struggle, she'd cuff the wings up together around Cerul's back. Once it was done, she let right go of the bird, walking around to the front while leaving the birdbrain's wings restrained. \n\nShe turned to face Cerul and crossed her arms, speaking in a calm and professional manner. \"Our current treaty with Guardia allows me ta do this. You are bein' temporarily detained on suspicion of trespassin' upon one Mr. Séaghdha's property. Once we've confirmed whether or not 'e wishes to press charges, you will be accordingly arrested or released. Ya get all'at?\""
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n꧁~ Cerul squawked in protest, trying to form a sentence without using some childish insult. \n\n◈ **\"I-if I trespassed than so did you!!! A-and everyone else! This is s-s-so unfair! You'd never have known that old pink lump was alive if I didn't... UUUGH.\"** Cerul shut his trap as anonymous walked off... Cerul's greatest weakness... Being ignored... Anonymous 2 Cerul 0.\n\n◈ Cerul turned his head to see Cassio and Pollux, face scrunched with embarrassment. ***\"What are you looking at..?\"*** It sounded mean and antagonistic... But it was more pathetic than anything...\n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "_glooper",
"message": "Completely and utterly bamboozled by the sudden arrest, Cassie took Cerul's chittering like a fist to her gut. It was as though she had forgotten the fundamental concept of being asked a question- and she didn't even succeed in answering. Instead, she quickly plotted towards Anonymous.\n\nPollux, however, wound his stubby little head towards the Altaria and snarked: \"We were looking at *You*, idiot.\"\n\n\"Um, should you be arresting people for this mission? Doesn't the lack of use to limbs make it a deal hard to... Escort?\" Cassie frowned. \"That's what we're doing, right?\""
},
{
"author": "zacc_o",
"message": "\"H-Hey! G-G-Guys!\" Shouted a nearby Henry, clear-as-a-snowy day shivering down to his bone. Having spent almost his entire life beneath the warm sun of Feyan everglades, he clearly was nowhere near accustomed to the harsh Guardian climate. The presence of a certain lifelong friend of his would've helped wonders right about now, but... Let's just say there were certain complications that arose before Henry's coming here.\n\nHurriedly with chattering teeth after having lagged behind in the cold, Henry joined the rest of the convoy, befuddled (though not completely objecting to) Cerul's sudden arrest unbeknowst to what it was. \"Wh-What's g-g-going on? *S-Spark me, it's f-freezing...*\""
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "Beta seemed to be zoning out pretty hard in her own game of waiting until a passing comment from Anon snapped her back into reality again. \"Oh— um, I slept well, yes...\" She rubbed one of her arms. \"...My body feels tense from the cold. Miss Anonymous, for as much as I'm not entirely sure of M. Cerul's involvement here myself, we may well and truly need their assistance... So, please, can we save the arrest for until after the voyage?\" Her tone was meek as ever, yet somewhat more firmed than usual by her lack of patience with the climate.\n\nNext, she turned to February and Henry, who had just arrived each in varying states of 'I didn't think the cold was gonna be like *This.*' The Magearna gave each of them a small and acknowledging smile, though it was strained; Not by contempt, but by insecurity. \"Even if this is a trade route, it's going to be quite... Treacherous. I'm glad to see a group of mostly familiar faces, and... One new one.\" ...And Cerul. \"A lot of varying skillsets here, I think. That's good.\" \n\nNext, she turned to Cassie and Pollux. \"I don't believe we've met, but... Hello! I'm the one who put out the request. I don't know what all those tools do, but they look pretty meticulously thought out, I think... I'm excited to see what you can do!\"\n\nFrom one of her gauntlets, the mechanical wonder pulled a scroll— the same kind that Tesse had at the Tavern. \"So... Tesse gave me a map of the trade route. It follows various highways through the wastes, but it doesn't look like it actually passes through any major settlements by itself until we hit the capital... I guess it's just like one big, moderately more complicated crossroads.\"\n\n\"...Well. I don't really have that much of a plan. We just have to... Brave the path ahead. Any questions?\"\n["
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous was a stubborn weed, and her spite toward Cerul wasn't about to fade. Cerul was a reminder of her failure to her wife, a reminder of her inability to protect the people she cared about. **Nobody** Here knew what her pain was like. Nobody knew how cruel Cerul really was, how **Insufferable** And **Grating** She was. Nobody knew what it was like to feel this way. So Anonymous told herself.\n\n\"Fret not, Beta. She's bein' *Detained*. Not arrested. Trust me on this one, alright? His help don't amount to a hill of beans I reckon. As a responsible sheriff of my town, I can't allow a criminal like this to escape. Two birds one stone, eh? I'm sure he's half a mind to go beg his sugardad to come take ya home against yer' will. Soon as 'e stops bein' ugly, we can let 'im off the hook.\"\n\nAnonymous wasn't budging, and she didn't even pay Cerul a single glance the entire time she spoke."
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n꧁~ Cerul flicked her vision away from the frankly rude Pollux. Not like Pollux was any ruder than Cerul was, but in his own eyes Cerul wasn't being mean. This was how she acted towards everyone, pretty much. \n\n꧁~ But Cerul didn't ignore Beta's good natured protests. It made the peeved fluster turn to an even angrier one... Great, now Cerul was getting *Pity*. How this **Horrible** And **Wretched** Sherif just drove a pike through everything Cerul tried to be!!! Anonymous had ruined her social standing, record, bank account, and then some by having a pety grudge... \n\n꧁~ Cerul was wearing a permanent scowl, keeping eye contact with the ground. Better to just disappear than to hog the ugly spotlight Anonymous cast on her.\n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "speggatoto",
"message": "The little fairy floated closer to the group. She was intrigued about the three(? Two and a half?) new faces; she hadnt met Cassie, Pollux or Henry yet so she decided to greet them.\n'Oh, Hello, I dont think we've porperly met yet. My name is February! I'm here to make sure everybody stays in one piece.'\n\n'Is this everybody?- uhm'\nFebby looked over to Beta before catching a glimpse of Anon and Cerul in wing cuffs... Seems like everybody loves ragging on Cerul.\n'Ah.' She turned back to the others, trying to ignore whatever was going on with them- They'll work it out, probably."
},
{
"author": "_glooper",
"message": "For a moment, Cassie just stared dumbly, numbed by the frigid air and the aspect of being ignored combining together in unholy love. Even her tail's teeth were chattering from the toxic combination and she ultimately decided to leave it, snorting dead breath into the world.\n\nIt was fascinating, how its gas was visible.\n\n\"Hello,\" She said to Beta. \"I'm Syrup! And this is Flapjaaaaccckkk.\" Wiggling her tail, Flapjack chittered, gnawing at nothing. \"Um, these are used for tracking constellations! I know you can't see them out now, but there are ways to keep track of them.\"\n\n\"Lame,\" Pollux said.\n\n\"Hello, February! I'm Syrup, and this is Flapjack, and-\" Cassie continued, fully turning to the Floette. \"You're really pretty! I love your bell flowers, what kind are they?\"\n\nHenry did not go ignored, as, with a bit of psychic induced shuffling, Cassie pulled her blanket free from her torso and held it out for Henry.\n\n\"You can borrow this, if you like. I'll need it back later, but...\"\n\nShe did immediately begin shivering."
},
{
"author": "speggatoto",
"message": "Her face would turn a little pink upon being complemented- she certainly wasn't expecting anybody to call her pretty :o\n\n'Eep- Thank you! The both of you have very cute names.'\nShe smiled to the Girafarig\n\n'Oh- uhm, my flowers? They're fuchsias! I grew them myself back home. I use the pollen as an ingredient to make medicine with; I have some other supplies with me too. Just in case.'"
},
{
"author": "_glooper",
"message": "Her attention returned to February, Cassie nodded and grinned.\n\n\"I've never grown fuchsia before. And I really didn't know you could *Make* Medicine with that stuff. I have streambank hollyhock seeds with me, for goodluck, are those flowers used in any medicinal recipe?\""
},
{
"author": "speggatoto",
"message": "'Theyre definitely a sight for sore eyes!' She giggled to herself a little.\n\n'For Hollyhock we can use the roots of the plant in herbal medicines! Pretty much any plant can be used when it comes to manipulating its energy, however- I could probably even even use grass in a pinch. My species can kind of sense the aura of flowers and so a lot of the recipies I'm familar with use that as a component.'\n\nFebruary was about to continue on *Even more* About the specific details but caught herself. She became a little quieter when she realised she might be boring everybody with this kind of technical talk.\n'O-Or something...'"
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "\"Wonderful,\" Beta said, looking at Cassie's variety of appliances with a sense of wonder behind her lenses, which were expanding and contracting as they focused in on various bits and bobs— In fact, it was a little bit offputting to look at, as her \"Eyes\" Could work independently of eachother, and therefore went out of sync as she absorbed as much information as she could. \"...We should go now. It's only gonna get colder as the noon turns to evening. Please stick close.\" And thus, she started walking down the path of white.\n\nAs they progressed, they'd start seeing the walls of snow around them grow taller, and thicker— And as snow began to fall from the sky, Beta could feel her metal finish creak with overwhelming tension. \"S-So this... Is the cold. I... Don't like it very much.\" But yet, she seemed determined to continue on anyways. For a few miles, this is how it would be... Until they happened across a single object sticking quite sorely out of the snow: A... Shield? It looked more like a target, rimmed with yellow, a white inside, and a red pointed center.\n\n\"...What is this thing? Does it signify something, or...?\"\n\nIt wasn't the only one, though. There were at least *A dozen* Of them dotted around the snowy borders of the path.\n\n["
},
{
"author": "speggatoto",
"message": "'Hmm. I'm not sure'\nFebruary would inspect the shield-like objects. The markings made them resemble a target so her immediate idea was to look for any damage or signs of use.\n\nShe decided to make some conversation with everybody while she looked.\n'So Beta, how come you and Tesseracts decided to travel as two separate groups?'"
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "\"Oh, simple. Travelling in one would be a complete nightmare to manage, for the both of us. And besides, we also got into a small dispute over which route would be safer, so... I'm kind of trying to prove myself right, haha.\" The machine paused. \"O-Of course, there's no spite in that, it's just a... Fun... Thing.\""
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n꧁~ Cerul was having just the grandest time! You see, birds had these little things called wings, yes? Well, with the cuffs anonymous put on, Cerul couldn't exactly... Use them. He had to walk on the small talons he had, which made every little mound of snow a struggle or plight to get over... The only good thing she had going on was feeling none of the weather. She wasn't cold or discomfited by the snow at all, as opposed to the others who probably shivered up and down...\n\n◈ **\"The shields could be some sort of ambush point~. While we're all distracted by them, someone comes along and points a weapon at you, steals your stuff, et cetera.\"** Cerul said this fact with all the smugness of her usual self... Finally happy to crack a mean line in after a break of silence. **\"That's why I prefer to fly when I'm doing trade routes. It's just much safer.\"**\n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "zacc_o",
"message": "\"O-Oh, I... Th-Thanks,\" He finally said to Cassie after a brief period of paralysis induced from the Guardian cold, though he was rather hesitant as he reached a paw out for the blanket he was so kindly offered. \"But- are you s-s-sure you won't f-freeze up without it yourself-? I th-think you might need it m-more than I d-d-do-\"\n\nThat point was debatable.\n\n\"Erm- r-right. I'm H-H-Henry,\" He said as he turned to February, trying his damndest to don a welcoming smile despite the frigid climate eating steadily away at him. \"And I... Th-think w-we have met before, actually. B-B-Back at the tavern in W-Wisterwood, w-w-wasn't it?\"\n\n\"A-Anway...\" With his attempt at a smile leaving him, Henry turned towards the shield-like object planted in the snowy floor and took a couple of steps forward to get a better look. \"It's j-j-j-just a guess, b-but... I think th-this might be an ins-s-signia of sorts? We... A-are in Guardian territory, right? If I h-h-had to guess, th-this shield might just be a mark of territory. Some... S-sort of sign th-that we're d-drawing close. Or m-maybe...\"\n\nHe turned to the rest of the group again. \"A... W-warning for t-trespassers...?\""
},
{
"author": "_glooper",
"message": "Momentarily enthralled by February's banter, Cassie danced in place in wait for her to continue. When she didn't and when the group began moving, Cassie trotted along, keeping to the rear. Her tools tittered about her again as she lost herself to the stars, coming back only when the targets appeared.\n\nWith her canvas wrapped around the tinkering Eevee, Cassie watched Henry work.\n\n\"A warning? What if we just moved them inwards?\" She asked, clearly not devoting all of her brain processing to the art of thought."
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "It would seem that Cerul, for once, was right on the money. The shields within those numerous and strange walls of snow began to collectively rattle, with the sound of many men heartily laughing permeating the frigid air...\n\n**\"FOOOOOOOLS!!\"**\n\nSeveral small Pokemon clad in gold and red armor, worn by the cold climate and by countless battles, began to exit their snowy tombs. It would seem that the shields were not shields at all, but were helmets for these strange northern hoplites."
},
{
"author": "Knights of the Old Guardia",
"message": "The voices began to die down, and a singular one spoke out above all. \"You foolish mailmen thought you could push us out of our own territory— Well, you've got another thing *Comi-*\" The speaker paused their intense and menacing monologue as he surveyed the group. \"...Wait, you don't look like those pesky rodents... Unless-\" Just then, another voice piped up among the crowd. \"Maybe they're just packed together in suits of cloth!\"\n\n\"No, Jim, that would make them Mimikyu.\"\n\n\"Maybe they're possessing them?\"\n\n\"That's Gengar!\"\n\n\"Maybe... Maybe they're flesh suits!\"\n\n\"That's... Actually, they would be brutal enough to do that.\"\n\n**\"That's ENOUGH!\"** The leader was clearly getting tired of the group's banter. \"Whoever you be, mon or mouse... You've trespassed onto the turf of *The Knights of the Olde Guardia!* We don't take kindly to visitors, despite what our gReAt KiNg might say... And for that—\"\n\n**\"You shall *Pay with your lives!* Crew A! *No Retreat!*\"** \n\nA chorus of \"Aye Aye, Captains!\" Erupted from five other Falinks units as they grouped behind the leader, who was quite bewildered by the response. \"Wh-What am I, a pirate!? Get it together, men!\"\n```Falinks A used No Retreat!```\n\n\"Crew B! No Retreat!\"\n\n\"Sir, yes sir!\" A group of the remaining Falinks grouped together, with the leader of Group A still flapping his jaws at them. \"Oh, come off that 'holier than thou' knight schtick! We're supposed to be unionizing *Against* That!\"\n```Falinks B used No Retreat!```"
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "Beta was spooked pretty bad by the appearance of the armored marauders, having fallen to the ground and backed as far into the center as she could get. She was quick to return to her feet, however, looking to the rest of the group. \"Th-This is bad! I... ᴬʷ ʲᵉᵉᶻ, ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃˡˢ ˢᵃʸ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᶦˢ ˢᶦᵗᵘᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ... L-Let's get 'em, okay?\"\n\nBeta's gauntlet opened up, revealing a blade build of all kinds of smaller blades on a chain, revolving around a clear centerpiece at high speeds. The whirring noise was loud enough to deter the warriors for only a moment, but if anything, it only enticed them to take her down more.\n\n\"Ooh, she's strong!\" One said.\n\n\"I bet she'd sell for a pretty penny, no?\" Piped up another.\n\n**\"No,\"** The leader spoke over them all. **\"She'll make a wonderful frozen trophy!\"**\n\nOthers were scoping out things like Cassie's many thingimabobs and doodads, Cerul's pristine and expensive *Everything,* And even Febby's flower! They wanted to ravage them of their belongings, and seemed ready to pounce at a moment's notice...!\n["
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n◈ **\"This is what we get for trusting a mink's dim witted plan. Figured as much~.\"** The bird scoffed and shook a bit, trying to loosen himself up in preparation for a fight. **\"God I can't believed I trusted some foolish rodent child's plan... I could've just done this by myself and saved us the trouble.\"** Delivering packages was the Aetris family specialty! Fun fact, it would take X amount of altaria's to carry 1 magearna! Try the math out yourself today!\n\n꧁~ Cerul took a step or two forward on the snow, letting it crunch beneath his talons. \n\n꧁~ She wasn't going to let somebody harm Fenix's precious toy- er, robot friend. If he let that happen, why, Fenix would hate him! Cerul would have to do what she could to protect Beta. That, and, Cerul had fancy jewelry in these bags he DIDN'T want to lose.\n\n꧁~ Cerul leaned back and puffed out his cloudy chest, and tried to furiously flap his wings and use ``tailwind``! Which. . . Failed.\n\n◈ **\"Wha-...\"** It took Cerul a moment to remember... *She couldn't flap her wings because of these damn cuffs!!!* **\"Sherif! You're mucking everything up, remove these stupid things at once you halfwit!\"**\n\n꧁~ Cerul would be out of commission for the time being... ):\n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "Cassie",
"message": "There was just something so deliciously delirious about dropping a valley girl into a situation with *Marauders*. Cassie couldn't even determine whether or not the threat on their lives was worse than Cerul's bold-headed offensiveness- the latter was enough to get the giraffe scowling.\n\nShe moved on quickly after, shivering without her blanket. One by one, her trinkets shlinked into her bag as she pulled out another thing.\n\n\"Hello!\" With a grin belonging to shitty school-made potato disks, Cassie approached, as much as she could. In her psychic grip was a bottle of cold milk. \"Good afternoon! We're on a mission- an escort one, you see? To help Beta out. She really is pretty, right? But, uh, this is my first one, so I'm a little nervous, in case bad Pokemon appear. \n\n\"We've been walking for a while, so would you guys like lunch? I don't have eggs with me, since I ran out of space, but I have mashed pumpkin! Which means I can still make pancakes! There's a lot of ways you can substitute eggs for the recipe, so-\"\n\n\"Uhm,\" Pollux dramatically said, nipping at his cold breath. \"Shut the fuck up?\""
},
{
"author": "speggatoto",
"message": "February was started by all the sudden movement and noise but- seeing these fellas kind of took the edge off. They looked kinda cute all lined up like that... They were like rows of angry little tennis balls.\n\n'Oh- Sorry to wander into your territory, We're just passing through if you don't mind.'\n\nShe didn't really want a fight, that much was obvious. Maybe she could get this resolved without any combat and to talk her way out of this? Watching them listen to their leaders, she got the idea to maybe follow along with what they were doing. She drifted through the air over to Beta's side\n\n'This here is Miss Beta, *Our* Leader. As you can see by her-' February gestured vaguely at the spinning saw-blades Beta had been hiding in her gauntlet '-this... She is *Extremely* Powerful. We're actually also at odds with the, uhm, mailmen. Maybe you would like to join us for lunch and we can exchange intel on our adversaries?'\nDespite very clearly lying through her teeth, maybe this was convincing enough to get these Falinks to back down and reconsider? Maybe?"
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous was pretty good at threat assessment, or so she felt. These guys weren't going to be talked down. They were ready to attack at any moment, and that danger was something she couldn't risk. She needed to take action. Especially if a suspect was harmed in her possession... That would be very bad. She couldn't take that. As soon as Cerul called for it, Anon rushed right behind him. She carefully held his wings as she stuck one of her hands between the wing cuffs, using *Her own spines* To unlock them. Quickly, they slid off, and the sheriff stuffed them right back into her shawl. \n\nAs much as she wanted to set up a sandstorm, she knew that wasn't a good idea. She'd hurt the people around her, her allies, and that wasn't something she wanted to do considering how some of them seemed... For lack of better words: weak. When compounded with the fact that she herself was weak to these enemies, it didn't seem like great odds... At least Beta seemed to be able to handle herself. That was one less worry... Anonymous was clever, so she quickly grabbed an idea. Most of her tactics were things that she had done several times in the past, a playbook she could draw from, so she never felt helpless. ...Er- that wasn't exactly true, not since Sylvia passed.\n\nAnonymous stomped forward, lowering her head and getting in a stance like she was about to attack, tightening her muscles. \"**Cover me! I've got an idea!**\" She called out loudly, staring dead on at Crew B's lead, unafraid. After all, every fight was a chance to see Sylvia again, so there was never any point in holding back."
},
{
"author": "Knights of the Old Guardia",
"message": "\"Huh,\" One of the Falinks in Group A stated, seeming to seriously consider February and Cassies' proposals for a nice meal. \"Some lunch sounds good right about now—\" *No Retreat is active.* \"...Man.\" They couldn't forfeit even if they wanted to! **\"Jim, you fool! They're still *Very clearly* Plotting against us! Those mail carriers are a crafty bunch...\"**\n\n\"Yeah, Kraft sounds good for brunch.\"\n\n***\"Do you still have snow jammed in thine ears!?\"*** The leader of Group A headbutted the helmet of his underling, with a sharp rattling and a decent bit of snow descending from his noggin. It would appear, that, yes, snow was jammed in his ears. You are now stuck with the mental image of a Falinks with human ears. Have fun.\n\n**\"Crew A! Close Combat that cactus— they clearly must be the strategist!\"**\n\n```Falinks A used Close Combat on-```\n\nIn they rushed towards the sheriff, each swiping their horns fiercely at her. Beta was swift to come in to assist her, as she had called to be covered, and clashed with the leader, sparks flying as her strange weapon whirred against his helmet!\n\n```-Beta!```\n\n However, due to the boost from No Retreat, it appeared that she was fighting a losing battle... Especially where the others were still shuffling into her blind spots and flanking her!\n\nMeanwhile, Group B was headed *Straight* For Cerul, their heads shining a brilliant silver as they began to charge towards them with absurd prejudice!\n\n```Falinks B used Iron Head on Cerul!```\n["
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n꧁~ Cerul spread his wings open the instant the cuffs were off. He flapped them with force once or twice, scattering snow flakes and gently breezing the sherif who so graciously took the cuffs off. Right now Cerul's motivations aligned with Anonymous's, who not lend a hand and fight?\n\n◈ **\"I almost considered thanking you just now, sherif~\"** Cerul cockily said, trying to spot where the yellow and red buggers went. He squinted, trying to figure it out... When one of them slammed against her. Cerul's puffy wings acted as good cushions, soaking up some of the impact, but the rest sent the altaria backwards a good few paces. Cerul was only able to catch himself thanks to his newly freed wings. **\"You little goblins are lucky I didn't pretty myself up today or I'd be super pissed...\"** The bird grumbled, rubbing a wing against his side.\n\n◈ Cerul took a moment to scan what was going on, and became inreasingly annoyed with February and Cassie. **\"Wh-what are you two doing there? Are you** ***Seriously*** **Trying diplomacy? On these loons?!\"** Yup... Now's the time to be spewing insults... Very smart Cerul.\n\n꧁~ Cerul was locked into this fight now, and began to shimmer with a bright light. Rapidly, that light got brighter and brighter, until it rushed towards the Falinks opponents in a flurry of violent fairy energy. Cerul had used ``dazzling gleam``, and an aura of perfect pink sparkles was left lingering in the area. Due to the nature of the move, someone else was likely caught in the cross fire of the pinkish blast... Cerul didn't know about type matchups, but she knew that 'pretty pink move go brr' and would do at least some damage if it hit.\n\n◈ **\"Go down easy now, alright~?\"**\n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous didn't really feel like her orders were being much heeded, so she was prepared to face that Close Combat alone... It would fucking hurt, but she could bear it. Despite her expectations, Anonymous was very thankful for Beta's intrusion, it was the perfect opening for her attack.\n\nAnonymous hopped to the side behind Beta and leaped forward with her left arm at the lead Falinks right when it made contact with Beta. Despite the name of the move, it wasn't really a punch... She simply wrapped an arm around the Falinks and tried to tackle him to the ground, land right on him. She'd quickly wrap her spiny arms around his body, trying to get a grip on him and cover his mouth, keep him from giving orders. Once she had a semblance of a grip, she'd stand back up and back away, holding on tight to the singular Falinks behind her allies. Falinks were tough, sure, but a single piece wasn't so hard to deal with. \n\n```Anonymous used Sucker Punch!```\n\n\"**Disrupt their formations! Separate them! Pick them off one by one!**\" Anonymous yelled at her teammates, getting into a strong stance and watching the Falinks carefully, trying to make sure nobody would try to get their leader back. Clearly this guy and her had the same idea about the strategist."
},
{
"author": "speggatoto",
"message": "February felt disheartened by Cerul's comment- in her eyes, avoiding a fight was always the preferred option but right now she wasn't being any help at all... \n'It was worth it to try, even if it didn't work.' Her voice had shrunk to be as small as she was; now wasn't the time to try and justify her actions.\n\nShe gasped loudly upon witnessing Beta jump in to defend Anon from the attack- a tightness in her chest building as the sharp, cold, wintery air mixed with her faltering confidence. She really had to get her head in the game now or something bad might happen!!\nJust then, as her panic was reaching its zenith, she found a moment of clarity brought by Anonymous' firm orders- Somehow it brought a certain calmness to the fairy.\n*\"Just follow what the sheriff says and everything will be okay.\"*\n\n```February used Nature Power on Falinks B!```\n\nSteeling herself and clutching her branch, February began to draw in energy from the plants around her causing her petals to faintly glow as power accumulated. \n*\"Copy the sheriff, disrupt their formations.\"* February focused in on the leader of the second group near Cerul and waved her now fully powered branch.\n\n```Nature Power turned into Ice Beam!```"
},
{
"author": "zacc_o",
"message": "Dear lord it's been a while since I posted anything here but fuck it we are balling.\n\nHenry was taken almost completely by surprise upon discovering that the mysterious insignias planted into the snowy terrain were actually the bodies of brigands waiting to ambush unsuspecting travelers! Of course, the unsuspecting travelers in question had to be them, and it seemed now that their prize they were determined to pirate off them...\n\n...Was none other than Beta.\n\nThis. Could not come to pass, he thought. They had a mission of their own to safely escort her to the Guardian Kingdom, and they were going to see it through with not a single cog or gear missing from her person. That and... Henry did have some questions of his own he'd been wanting to ask her since that day in Fey... But they could wait. For now, there was one prerogative, even as the sheriff's orders echoed from his ears into his mind: _protect Beta._\n\n\"Got it!\" He affirmed back in a shout, before suddenly rushing past February with a trail of green foliage being left behind in his path as he butted heads with Falinks B with the gathered energy of grass using—\n\n```Trailblaze! Speed raised by 1 stage!```\n\nOn them! Before his entire body recoiled backwards to February's side after impact, leaving him with an aching forehead.\n\n\"Ach... That smarts.\""
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{
"author": "Knights of the Old Guardia",
"message": "Although the two groups of Falinks were immediately threatening in their boosted state, it didn't take long for the team to wise up to their antics. Anonymous's Sucker Punch was successful in driving Group A's leader straight into the frozen ground, allowing Beta a moment of reprieve, but Group B wasn't going to let that slide. They were significantly worn down themselves, through the combination of Cerul's dazzling light show, Henry's speedy (albeit not immediately powerful) headbutt, and February's biome-infused cryomancy.\n\n**\"D-D-Don't just let her single our captain out like that!\"**\n\nIt was hard to say Group B had a leader, but they were clearly able to at least faciliate on their own. Not a weak system by any means, but it should not be understated that they had taken a significant hit to their coordination and general health already.\n\n**\"Group A! Get it together— Do... *Something!*\"**\n\nOh, I never said it was a perfect system.\n\n```Group A used Struggle on Anonymous!```\n\n**\"Group B, uhh...\"**\n\n\"Joe, don't tell me you forgot them again.\"\n\n**\"I'm workin' on it, I'm workin' on it...\"**\n\n\"Please. For the love of god.\"\n\n**\"I said I'm working on it!\"**\n\n\"Rock Slide.\"\n\n**\"Rock Slide it is!\"**\n\nFalinks B began to strike at the walls of the path's enclosure, prompting large hunks of ice to collapse inward upon the group!\n```Falinks B used Rock Slide!```\n\n**\"We won't let you terrible rodents get away with this!\"**"
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "Mal was... Confused, and a bit dazed. She lost her balance for just a moment as Anon intervened on her clash with the rogue Knights' leader. Thankful as she was, she had to retract her weapon in that moment before she hit anybody else with it, colliding lightly with Anon, but not... Forcefully, necessarily. \"G-Gah! We've... We've got them on the ropes! Just... Keep going!\"\n["
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n꧁~ Despite only being trading blows once, Cerul felt like this fight had droned on to the tune of over a month. She wanted this done. Now.\n\n◈ **\"Sherif, if even a scratch gets on Beta 0001, its your head! I don't want Fenix to be upset that his toy broke.\"** Cerul barked vilely, though feint amounts of empathy could be sparced from the words. Cerul had no empathy! But Cerul's mother's aunt was roommates with an empathetic pokemon, so very trace amounts of it trickled down to her.\n\n◈ **\"You little tin heads are really the worst kind of rubbish, attacking a royal like this. If I see any blue feathers or blue blood...\"** Cerul didn't finish that threat, only clenching her teeth and sneering an ugly hiss. He was not happy. As the rocks began to fall from the sky, Cerul clenching his teeth and covered as much of himself in puffy cloud wings as possible, trying to ``Endure`` the hit.\n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous didn't hear Cerul because Cerul sucked and unlike the bird, she actually knew what she was doing. She was focused on holding onto the little annoying rapscallion in her grasp. Surrounded by flailing and pathetic falinks, Anonymous tried to stand tall and bear it, holding the leader on her upper chest while her lower body took the assault from the short soldiers. She could survive that, it wasn't so bad. Neither was Mal bumping into her, more of an inconvenience than anything.\n\nWhat the real problem were the rocks falling from above, smashing into her allies and coming for her. Fortunately, Anonymous was resourceful. Instead of taking the brunt of the attack, Anonymous shifted her hostage to be held above her head, facing him upwards so that the incoming boulder of ice smashed right into his face. \n\nUnfortunately for her, while that dealt with a couple boulders, another fell and happened to smash into her arm, making her buckle over just in time for another to smash her in the back. Those hurt, but she still held onto that Falinks for dear life, curled overtop him and squeezing him tight as a means to bear the pain. She didn't give up."
},
{
"author": "speggatoto",
"message": "'Oh, Henry! Mind your head!'\nFebruary was half referring to the Eevee headbutting the knights and half to the falling ice boulders now raining upon the group.\nShe got bashed around quite a bit by the heavy rocks; she wasn't fast enough to dodge out of the way, if there was even enough room *To* Dodge considering the ice walls surrounding the group. Regardless, February wanted to try and give Henry a bit of a warning anyway since he was the closest to her.\n\nTurning to the rest of the battle, February's eyes went wide as she saw Anonymous doubled over in pain! She had to do something, who else was going to give out sensible directions? *Cerul?* Not a chance-\n```February used Pollen Puff on Anonymous!```\nActing quickly, February gathered up some shimmering pollen from her blossoms and hurled the ball of glowing powder towards the sheriff. Hopefully this would help her get back on her feet!"
},
{
"author": "zacc_o",
"message": "\"Yeah, got it,\" He nodded back at February, appreciative of her concern and for the heads up. It got him thinking then that perhaps there were a better way of executing his Trailblaze move without... Literally using his head. \n\nThat aside, with the Eevee's attention now fully on the avalanche of falling icy debris, Henry stood on full alert, whipping out his metallicized tail and delivering swift and fierce slashes of-\n\n```Iron Tail!```\n\n-to make quick work of any piece of falling debris heading in his and February's direction, all while being careful as to not send an accidental blow in the Floette's direction since... Metal + fairies = a funeral to attend."
},
{
"author": "Knights of the Old Guardia",
"message": "**\"Shit! The Rock Slide didn't work!\"**\n\n\"Did we not have a backup plan?\"\n\n*\"MmMmMmmMMFM-\"*\n\n\"Uhh, Jim, I think the boss is suffocating.\"\n\n**\"Yeah, well, the boss can handle it himself! I'm outta here!\"**\n\n\"MMM?\"\n\n\"Wh-What, so you're just gonna abandon ship?\"\n\n**\"We aren't pirates, and we sure as shit aren't knights; We're just getting our ASSES beat!\"**\n\n\"This is the most effective use of our braincell I've seen all day. Retreat, men!\"\n\n**\"RETREAT!\"**\n\nA chorus of cries emerged as the Falinks—\n\n```No Retreat.```\n\n...Couldn't disperse due to a contractual obligation to keep fighting a losing battle.\n\n\"...So about that braincell.\"\n\n**\"Okay— Okay, FINE! Give us the morning paper or whatever, just... Just leave us alone already!\"\n\nThe Falinks' chief began to push back furiously against Anonymous's suffocating hold, and began to bark orders once more. \"You— You *Cowards!* Just... Dismantle the prize! Make off with whatever you can! ***Close Combat!***\"\n\n SIR!\"**\n\n```Falinks A used Close Combat on Beta!```\n\nFalinks B... Wasn't going with it this time. They didn't have the will to keep fighting, despite their leader continuing to bark orders.\n\n["
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n꧁~ The rubble from rockslide rolled off of Cerul. What was left from under the rocks was a very injured and very very angry Cerul. Her delicate clouds had ruffles and dirt crumbs in them. His expertly preened feathers stuck out. Cerul also had quite a few bruises.\n\n꧁~ Cerul abandoned the falinks she was currently brawling. With a hefty flap of her wings, Cerul shot straight towards the group that prepared a close combat. To ensure Beta 0001 stayed in one piece without a single scratch, for when she returned her to Fenix of course, Cerul would have to intervene. It was quite the noble thing for the noble to do! Problem is, she would have never done this for anybody else except his 🩵 beloved Fenix ✨ , so don't expect Cerul to be body blocking her arch nemesis, Anonymous. Cerul didn't trust the job of protecting beta to anyone but himself; seeing as Anonymous had a handful, February was incredibly teeny tiny, and she didn't know the slightest thing about Henry.\n\n◈ **\"Tch-\"** Cerul made a muted scoff, digging her talons into the snow to stop herself. When he landed, he *Tried* Spread his wings wide open and create a sort of wall between the Falinks and Beta 0001. If all went well, she'd close her eyes and brace for impact, damning Arceus under her breath.\n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "speggatoto",
"message": "Cerul was probably already pretty beaten up by now given that he'd already been hit by an Iron Head and a super-effective Rock Slide. February watched in... Bewilderment? As the bird was now trying to body block the guardians attacks!? Cerul's honour and pride must hold more weight than her self preservation instincts...\n\n Time for more healing-\n`February used Pollen Puff on Cerul!`\n\n\nThe fairy approached Cerul, Beta and the Falinks. She noticed how some of the knights didn't seem to be doing anything... Maybe now was the time for diplomacy?\nShe tried talking to group B.\n\n'Look, I promise we aren't mailmice and we don't mean to cause any trouble. I don't really want to fight like this so... Maybe we can just stop?'\n'We're trying to escort Miss Beta from Fey to Guardia; It's a really unique situation and it's quite important important. Something really bad might happen to you guys if Miss Beta gets hurt and somebody finds out your guild is responsible.'"
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"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "The snowfield that Tesse patiently waited at was a little bit farther away from Wisterwood than Beta; It was actually closer to the plains of Luminaire's sunkissed province. Still, that didn't stop a rather bitter chill from permeating the entrance to the unforgiving path ahead. Tesse didn't own a watch, but they were watching the sky patiently with their deep and knowing eyes, with the patches of light beyond the clouds moving from morning to afternoon. Any moment now, they'd be here... And they'd best be ready.\n["
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "Torstein sauntered through the snowfield, steadily approaching Tesse. He made no attempt to call out to them, he simply got close enough to be within hearing distance. The cat had been around long enough to get a read on people of interest. How they talked, how they carried themselves... There was a lot to be said about Tesse simply sky gazing as they waited. This in addition to how the Mienfoo acted at the tavern... \n\n\"'Tesseracts Within Clouds'... That was your full name, wasn't it.\"\n\nEven though the Perrserker worded it like a question, it came off like he already knew the answer. This was more just a greeting, an introduction. \n\n\"I remember what you were talking about before,\" He began. Seemed he wasn't entirely drunk back then. At least, he was still in a state to listen even if he wasn't in a state to respond appropriately. \"These treasures... And the prophecy surrounding them. Tell me more.\"\n\nThe cat endured the cold air unflinchingly, and spoke with that same level of stalwart grit. Pupils gazed into Tesse, manifesting something that could be either scrutiny or curiosity. Either way, Torstein seemed invested in the prophet despite knowing nothing about them. Was it just the promise of treasure that lured him in this much? \n\nTorstein didn't seem convinced just yet, but he was here regardless, meaning he cared enough to investigate. Whether he would be friend or foe... Or perhaps just a cold mercenary only in it for a shot at Nirvana, that remained to be seen."
},
{
"author": "Mars - Feared Baker",
"message": "*Hi! Mars was here, for kinda obvious reasons of him coming from Guardia himself, being sent here as a sort of bodyguard for Fey in the first place, so when a mission relating to escorting a group of people to Guardia had peaked his interest, and he had decided to help out with such! He had made it thankfully, noticing thd mienfoo and perrserker in the tundra.\n\nHe had heard a little about the robot, news like that usually spreaded around the town, so part of him did want to find out more, but mostly he was just tbere to do his job.*\n\n\"Hello, are you the one needing of escorting? I hope I didn't go to the wrong place.. Again.\""
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"Why should we bring you.\" Mallow was here, somehow. With little understanding of why they were escorting anyone- only that they *Were.* From somewhere, she had emerged- and stared intensely at the Meinfoo. Despite the bitter chill, the Skitty had an aptly thick coat, and only flinched when a particularly strong breeze would pass through the group.\n\n\"If we get hungry,\" She paused, making sure she was confident in her words and quickly glancing over the group. \"If we get hungry and there's no food I think we would eat you first.\" The other options were Metal, Metal, or Mallow. And obviously, Mallow was off the table.\n\n\"My name is Mallow. My mom said. Said, um... That it was because Mallows survive the winter.\" It was utterly unrelated, but she figured it was polite to introduce herself. Thats what everyone told her."
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "\"Ah, very good. Looks like you're arriving alright. I don't think everyone's here yet, but we don't have to leave right away, so that gives me time to start briefing.\" The Mienfoo opened up a scroll, with a surprisingly map concealed within... Except it was drawn with crayon. \"The route we're taking passes through several settlements. No major cities or anything, but it harbors a few rest stops, and that's important when you're neck-high in snow and ice. The road is winding, but straightforward.\"\n\nIt was then that Tesse's streak of exposition was cut short by Mallow, who had some very Mallow things to say. \"...Um. Okay.\" They wanted to call attention to the fact that a twelve-year-old had somehow wandered into the mission, but Tesse wasn't all that much older, so they weren't exactly in a position to chat shit. Looking for an excuse to change the subject to something a little more comfortable for them than \"Ah— I am the escort, yes! Tesseracts Within Clouds.\" They bowed to Torstein and Mars. \n\nIt was what Torstein mentioned that particularly caught their attention. \"A-ha! So you weren't completely drunk, then! That makes my job of explaining things... Easier.\" They cleared their throat as they took another scroll from their cloak, this one being far less detailed... And not in crayon. \"There are four treasures held within each of the cardinal nations of Hecatia: One within Guardia, one within Terra, and...\" They paused, seemingly contemplating their words carefully. \"...Well, the legend tells of one in the Fey, but... I didn't feel anything when we were there. I *Did* Feel a presence in Neone, but of course, Lord Fenix wouldn't admit to anything...\"\n\n\"These four treasures are highly secure, as they were hand-crafted by the four monarchs from the Age of Kings all that time ago... And are told to hold immense power within them. The exact form of these four treasures is not well know... But...\" They closed their eyes, took a deep breath, and...\n\n\"...The Guardian King forged a great weapon with the force of a great and strong heart; A shining light in the cold. The Terran Queen shaped great vessels with her dominion over the lands and alchemical mould. The Lumin Monarch crafted an archive with their ascended mind, with an ever-informative and lavish flair. The Fey Custodian and all of her followers crafted holy jewelry imbued with prayer...\"\n\n\"...Four monarchs. Four holy keys to nirvana. And, I suppose, even if it happens that I'm just spouting off... I'm sure these treasures must be valuable regardless, right— If that's the kind of thing that entices you, of course.\" Tesse was confident, of course, that they *Weren't* Just spouting off, of course, but... Well, they were gonna try to at least say the right things to keep in this strong warrior's good graces, even if it were dishonest of them.\n["
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "Torstein went completely quiet as Tesse spoke, seemingly taking in every word. Even after they finished, the cat's only response at first was to idly scratch at his beard. His face slowly turned into a frown. Had Tesse been unsuccessful at swaying him? \n\n\"...The value of these artifacts are far beyond mere profit,\" He finally said. \"That's what you think, right? I could be wrong, however...\"\n\nHe began walking away. But, he then turned around. Pacing back and forth, he seemed to be contemplating. \n\n\"Disregarding your abilities as a prophet, the way you haven't mentioned the worth of these treasures until now tells me what I need to know. You're not in it for the money. You probably don't know if it's worth anything at all.\"\n\nHe said this while continuing to pace. \n\n\"But. If the Guardian King of old forged such a weapon... And if...\" No, whatever he was thinking, he trailed off into momentary silence. When he finally perked back up, he was onto a completely different point. \"These kinds of ancient powers, they aren't something that can be used lightly... If they exist, and if people know about them, they have the power to change this world.\"\n\nWhat exactly was going on in this cat's mind, it could only be guessed. Finally, Torstein stopped pacing, only twisting his body to meet Tesse face to face. \n\n\"It comes back to you. I doubt you seek these treasures _only_ because you know they exist,\" He finalized. \"I want to hear _your_ reason for seeking them, not what you know we want to hear.\"\n\nIt could be assumed he was insane, honestly. Despite how deathly serious he sounded, it couldn't be said he knew a single thing about these sorts of powers, and the long buried history surrounding them. It couldn't be said he knew what kind of impact they could have on the future. But he, someone in the here and now, decided for whatever reason that this was something important to his present."
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "Tesse watched Torstein as he mused to himself over what Tesse was saying, somewhat surprised by his ability to call them out on the spot— Perhaps they didn't need to entice him with anything... They'd misjudged him, although to be fair, their last interaction involved a drunken Torstein falling to the ground because his center of gravity took one look at him and said *'absolutely not.'*\n\nWith a smile, they continued. \"A fair assumption, and a far more in-depth deduction than I would have expected— You're absolutely right!\" Putting a paw to their chin as they thought over the feline's following queries, the Fighting-Type's cogs very clearly turning in their head with great fervor. \"Well, let me put it this way... I never grew up with parents, or really any kind of parental supervision other than the local church in my hometown— And even *They* Don't know where I came from. And I'm but a youth with knowledge- ***Real knowledge-*** That I *Should not logically have.* I guess what that means to me is that I'm not here for a logical reason at all; Whimsical as it may seem, I'm following this path because I don't believe in coincidences... Cus if I did, then that would just contradict my very being, wouldn't it? I believe I'm here for a reason, and I surely must know all this for a reason... So I *Have* To pursue it! If I don't, then all these questions rattling around in my head are bound to drive me up the wall sooner or later.\"\n\n\"There's my honest answer for you. Don't misunderstand— I don't want these things for *Myself-* Just as you said, I don't care about money, and far be it from me to use the power of some artifacts to impose my will on everyone else, but I do want to see change in the world— I think everybody does.\""
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "Hearing about the Mienfoo's mysterious origins only solidified Torstein's rationale. He confirmed that this was no mere child. This was a borderline anomaly. But that was all the more reason to pursue this; he had every reason to follow this thread to wherever it led, because he was certain that what followed this child was bound to be interesting. \n\nStill, something irked him at him. The final statement. '-but I do want to see change in the world— I think everybody does.'. The words rang true for Torstein, truer than anything else. He fell into a sort of solemn state, past words echoing in his mind. The mind that he swore would be resolute. No matter what, he'd pursue his goal. \n\n\"_Truly_...\" He mumbled to himself. Was it in response to Tesse? Who knows. \n\n\"This isn't the kind of path a child should take,\" He said after opening his eyes. \"...But this world has a habit of not giving the young a choice. To what depths we'll go, to reach the destination we want, I wonder.\"\n\n... Was this guy monologuing? \n\n\"Let's bring change, then. Lead the way. I'll make sure nothing stops us without losing pieces.\"\n\n... Did this guy start a monologue and then abruptly end it? \n\nRegardless, it seemed Tesse gained a party member. A few moments after the Final Fantasy fanfare played, Torstein would ask:\n\n\"How much do you think we could make by having you fake prophecies for folks? If your credibility is already known by Lord Whoever in that Neone dump, surely we could swindle a few royal turds by telling them they're going to die in seven days or something. Right?\"\n\nHe was still Torstein, after all."
},
{
"author": "kingmayro",
"message": "*A cloth snake slunk through the cold, the occasional frosty breeze ensuring it's presence was known to him as it flowed through the bottom of his cloth. Despite being somewhat of ghost, temperatures could still bite 'em in the ass. In an attempt to combat this, he brought his legs into his cloth (or more so into his ghostly mass under the cloth), causing him to look slightly more like a traditional Mimikyu. The temperature benefits were as expected though, okay though still negligible.*\n\n*He felt like he was running behind schedule for the mission; if you happen to be tarde, either pretend you're not tarde or pretend that you're not there, but unfortunately those weren't tactics Fabrixo could use here, half for the fact that there probably wasn't any time for bullshit, and the other half... Was probably something else. The gears weren't turning quick enough in his or my head to consider some other consequences.*\n\n*The group came into his view at long last, pushing him to move quicker until he arrived. Springing up, his legs popped out of his cloth. He stood there, his legs extremely close together, eyeing up the rest of the group. Turning slowly to Tesse, he spoke.* \"Late...?\" *He said simply, almost as a statement, though a hint of questioning inflection came through. He was still undecided on whether or not he cared about being on time, regardless he and the group were there so he probably didn't fuck up.*"
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "Well. At least Tesse knew now. Satisfied with the acknowledgement, Mallow twisted to the rest of the group.\n\n\"My name is Mallow.\" She repeated- now searching for a name from the rest of the group. Expectantly, she eyed each member of the party. \"My mom said it was because Mallows survive the winter.\""
},
{
"author": "_faram",
"message": "*Unlike every other 'Mon there, the Lycanroc had arrived at last! She was so fucking ready for some sick treasure! Some marvellous booty! Some extraordinary treasure! She was so fucking ready. So ready. Honestly? She was so ready, that ready didn't even begin to describe how ready she was. It was about time she used her skills for something notable! (Other than getting into a fight with a Rattata) Alas! The time was now-* \"Treasure! Treasure, treasure, treasure, treasure!\" *She looked so fucked up, bruh. Like, her face was so long looking and happy. More akin to that of a fox, or maybe your lawyer-? Who knows.* \n\n\"So, are we gonna find the bodacious booty? These golden goodies? These suave silver pieces-!?\" *She was loud - bombastic, too.* \"Dude, we're so bossa nova!\""
},
{
"author": "Mars - Feared Baker",
"message": "*It seemed like everyone had finally arrived, and after a long conversation between both Torstein and Tesse, and also some explanation of.. Something. He should've probably paid more attention to that part. Anyways, he looked ahead on the road and realized that they would probably have to keep track on those rest stops indeed. Anyways, he decided to introduce himself, as he hadn't earlier, and also it was probably better to know each others names before continuing, but it wasn't really important.*\n\n\"The names Mars!\" *He'd state after Mallow had did so as well.* \"I hope we all can get along on this mission.\" *Yeah... Kinda generic, but it still worked as a.. Motivator? He didn't really know, though the seemingly greediness of the lycanrock and the suggestion from Torstein to use the kid's credibility against some nobles by scaring them worried him a little bit!*"
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "\"I— I would *Not* Partake in something so... Unsavoury!\" Tesse seemed taken aback by even the thought of using their gift like that- \"...But yes, it would probably offer a complete boon.\" -but still played an answer completely straight. Next, the Mienfoo turned to the newly arrived Samantha and Fabrixo. \"Not late at all, actually! Just in time. This is the first step towards, well... The greater goal at hand.\" In particular, they faced the Lycanroc... \"I have no idea what you just said, miss, but it sounded cool! Let's get this show on the road! Brace yourselves— It's gonna be rough!\" \n\nAnd with that, they started trailing into the white wastes. It seemed to take genuine force for the Mienfoo to trudge along the snowy and icy slope, occasionally gluing their eyes to their map. This went on for a few miles, and eventually they got a little bit more adjusted to the cold. They came to a slow stop as they began to notice something, though...\n\n\"Say... Pardon me if this sounds a little strange, but... Is that normal?\" They extended one of their arms and pointed a digit toward a bunch of strange white... *Circles* Sticking up from the surface of the snow, in sets of two— No, *Four,* Each in perfect symmetry. Some were bigger than others, but it was quite uncanny... There must have been at least a dozen in total!\n\n\"That, uh... I don't recall snow. Acting like that.\"\n\n["
},
{
"author": "_faram",
"message": "\"...Huh. That's weird!\" *Samantha's head perked up after ages and ages of 'are we there yet's, followed with impromptu sighs of annoyance or anticipation. Huffing and puffing to the max - just constantly making sounds of annoyance.*\n\n*Her body shifted, but her gaze remained the same and stiffly towards the white circles sticking up from the surface. She would dash towards one and start hopping up and down on it, almost as if she believed it to be some sort of pressure plate.*\n\"IF WE JUMP ON THEM HARD ENOUGH, IT'LL SURELY GUIDE OUR PATH!\" *This was speculation. Stupid speculation, actually- It made no sense no matter which way you turned it. It was the guess of a lifetime.*"
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "Satisfied, Torstein would follow behind Tesse, though would keep to himself quite a bit. Nothing came out from the cat in terms of words or conversations until they reached this new, peculiar sight. \n\nTorstein glared at the scene, recognizing it as abnormal, but he remained composed. \n\n\"It doesn't,\" He answered the Mienfoo. \"That is not normal at all.\"\n\nHis shoulders shrugged slightly. \"If we aren't feeling brave, we could circle around.. Whatever this is. It probably doesn't have to be our problem,\" Torstein suggested."
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "Mallow waited a few seconds- which felt like, what, 9 days?- before giving up. She didn't need the name of these bozos anyways 🖕 🖕. Mallow and Mars against the world.\n\nSpeaking of Mars- Mallow decided to stick close to her closest semblance of a companion. She crawled over, and with only a chirp to signify her presence- hopped on top of the Ferrothorn to use him as a free ride.\n\n\"Mars, the snow is in circle shapes.\" She echoed the Mienfoo's caution, squinting at it. \"I think a Pokemon did it. If we got attacked by a Pokemon, would you win?\""
},
{
"author": "Mars - Feared Baker",
"message": "\"That is definitely not something you see every day.\" *He'd state after the mienfoo and the skitty had pointed out the weird snow formation within the sky, it had taken a while to reach this point, and this sight was certainly not.. A good one. Most definitely caused by a Pokemon, or this area was just weird like that. He hoped it was the 2nd option.\n\nHe wouldn't have noticed mallow getting on top of him for a second until she had pointed it out, which gave him a small scare, but at least it was someone he.. Kinda knew? Or met? And not some unknown attacked.* \"Oh, well.. It'd depend on what pokemon it was, id probably not win against a fire type though, I'm confident I could probably handle anyone else though.\""
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "Mallow circled around the top of Mars' flat head, before taking a seat- nestled between two spikes.\n\n\"No. It is not.\" She affirmed- squinting at them.\n\n\"If it was a- a fire type. We wold just have to use a. Water Type Attack.\" Mallow glanced at the group, realizing that none of them looked like they'd have coverage for such a type. Alas. \n\n\"I will protect you.\" She puffed out her cheeks, and tapped the top of his shell. \"Like a. Soldier.\" Mallow knew what a soldier was only through Mars, but knew that they were meant to defend those incapable of defending themselves."
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "Samantha did, like, the worst possible thing one could have possibly done by jumping on these big white circles poking out of the snow. Although Torstein had made a pretty sound suggestion in saying that they could have just ignored it, well... They couldn't, now. A chorus of squeaks and chitters began to rise from the snowy wastes, as *Several small, white rodents began jumping out of the snow!* Their voices were monotone, firm, harmonious... Like a constantly-plotting hivemind..."
},
{
"author": "Mailmice",
"message": "**\"Foolish rogues. You have crossed our organization for the last time.\"** Some of the mice were bigger than others, but they were so unionized in their movements, so coordinated... They had to have at least somewhat shared a consciousness. Samantha, of course, being the one to provoke them, was the first to start eating a full-on assault from the four closest mice...\n```Maushold A used Seed Bomb on Samantha!```\n\n**\"The Mailmice are proud custodians of Hecatia. We shall not submit to ruffians such as yourselves... Though we did not take you for the kind to unionize such a ragtag group. We thought you hated unity.\"**\n\nOne smaller mouse piped up. \"...Although, to be fair, after what Unity pulled on its userbase, such hatred may be warranted.\"\n\nIts larger brethren gave it a look. Not a look of contempt or anything like that, just... A look."
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "\"I-I think you've got it all wrong...\" Tesse piped up, raising their paws very calmly. \"We're not rogues, just travelers trying to get to the capital!\""
},
{
"author": "Mailmice",
"message": "**\"Nonsense. If you were telling the truth, then you would have just taken a trade route like a normal person. Is it not enough that you are pilfering barbarians, but also liars? You Old Guardia folk are awful. Eat our shorts.\"** From the swarm of mice came a cacophany of \"Ha's.\" Just. Singular \"Ha's.\" Not a cohesive laugh from any one of these stupid rats. **\"Get. Them.\"** Forming a circle around the rest of the group, the remaining two sets of Maushold pounced on the nearest targets— One of which being Torstein, and the other being Mars, and by proxy, Mallow. Actually, they appeared quite perturbed by the Skitty in general.\n\n**\"Get that feline especially. They scare us the most.\"**\n\nA set of four rodents made a beeline for Torstein's legs, striking and gnawing at them to try and get the brute to lose his balance.\n```Maushold B used Low Sweep on Torstein!```\n\nMeanwhile, on Mars's side of the equation, a set of four rodents attempted to get at Mallow, but couldn't get past Mars... So they ended up attacking him, instead!\n```Maushold C used Aerial Ace on Mars!```"
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "\"It's no use... They won't listen to reason. Whoever this \"Old Guardia\" Is, they must *Really* Cause trouble around these parts!\" Tesse removed their rosary from around their neck, undoing a binding and revealing a sharp blade at the end, *Revealing it to be composed somewhat like a whip-sword!*\n\n\"Fine! Normally, I'd detest this sort of thing, but you've offered no alternative... Ladies and Gentlemen... Let us incapacitate these fierce warriors!\" ...That was about the most fierce battle cry you were about to get out of someone like Tesse, I'm afraid. They *Are* A mon of faith, after all...\n["
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "Throughout all of this back and forth, the hostility of the mice and Tesse's futile attempts to calm them down, Torstein just had _the most_ blank, uninvolved stare into the distance. It wasn't until the Tesse mentioned \"Old Guardia\" That the cat's eyes focused in and Torstein was back in the present moment. \n\n\"So you won't let us pass. Very well then.\" \n\nTorstein had no emotional attachment to keeping either their side or the enemy's side alive — spare Tesse and himself — but he did start this brawl off right, taking the Low Sweep head-on. Or.. More like knee-on. It didn't do much to properly stagger him — he was a lot heavier than he looked — but he wasn't going to attack just yet anyway. \n\nThe metal cat took a hardy step right into the Maushold that dared to attack him up-front, meeting their courage by shoving his face right into theirs', responding with a grotesque war cry that came out like a cat's hiss if it had the guttural features of a black metal vocalist. \n\n**Torstein used Screech!**\n\nThe distorted hiss-scream washed through the area, Torstein making damn sure as many of their enemies heard and were affected by it as he could. He'd follow up the Screech immediately with low growled words, shouted at almost equal volume as the former attack. \n\n\"**The reward Tesse offers, it's time to earn it! Massacre...**\" He said this, but remembered what Tesse had said, causing him to go back on his word. He thought it was utterly foolish to expect to peacefully incapacitate this many opponents, but... Ultimately it was the boss' order. For now, he'd do what he could. \"...**Incapacitate each and every one of them— we might yet make it to Guardia in good time!**\"\n\nThe cat got into a proper stance, raising both of his axes..."
},
{
"author": "Mars - Feared Baker",
"message": "\"Ah- why thank you Mallow.\" *He'd state this as they continued on, before they eventually stopped by a group of people named the 'Mailmice', which were a bunch of mausholds, which.. Was a lot of Pokemon to deal with at once.. Thank god they all weren't individually one pokemon, or that would be quite bad.*\n\n\"Ah, I think you misunderstand what is going on, we are just simply trying t-\" *Before he could finish his sentence, he was quickly and swiftly attacked with a aerial ace, which wasn't very kind of them. Oh well. He might as well cooperate with the rest of his team.*\n\n\"Ah, if you're not really gonna listen to reason then.. Mallow, be careful up there!\" *Soon enough, a large whip would come out of Mars's back, launching a ``power whip`` towards ``Maushold C``, the one that attacked him.*"
},
{
"author": "_faram",
"message": "*The dog would be absolutely decimated by the strike, but... Not just that —*\n\n***It was a critical hit!***\n\n*To her shock, awe and horror - her own big dismay? She would be struck by this move. The Seed Bomb blew up and it sent her skidding along the snow and then? She would simply lay there, slouched down-*\n\n***Samantha had Fainted!***"
},
{
"author": "kingmayro",
"message": "*The squeaks and other similar noises confused Fabrixo at first, but soon it was obvious that the group was in for some fun as little mice emerged from the snow, talking the most insane of smack that he was a little annoyed at, especially the 'barbarians' bit. He saw himself nothing more than a common person despite his family's fortune, but he wouldn't stand for being called a barbarian with all of the rudeness included.*\n\n*Despite being still being considerable close to the rest of the group, he was stood farther back from everyone and somehow seemed to avoid the initial bombardment of little pipsqueaks like the others. He stood by awkwardly and watched, unsure if he should help out or not. Hopefully nobody I'll notice if he just does a little bit of `Swords Dance`...*"
},
{
"author": "Mailmice",
"message": "The devastating combination of Screech and the dual Power Whips from Mars and Mallow was enough to disperse Maushold C, who knew when to retreat, and burrowed back into the snow. \n\n```Maushold C fainted!```\n\n\"Fuck.\" Now a chorus of \"Fuck\"S was rising from the remaining Mailmice. \"It appears it may be time to go... *Postal.*\" Maushold B spotted Fabrixo, who seemed to be plotting something off to the side, and decided they wanted to join in on the fun.\n\n```Maushold B used Copycat on Fabrixo! Maushold B used Swords Dance!```\n\nMeanwhile, Maushold A spread themselves about the perimeter to cover the space that Maushold C previously inhabited before getting assblasted, and gave Mars the puppy dog eyes...\n\n```Maushold A used Charm on Mars!```"
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "Tesse shifted themself to be close to Torstein, clapping their paws together for a moment and seeming to whisper a prayer in some unknowable language... Whatever it was that they were doing, it seemed to offer a power boost of some kind!\n```Tesse used Helping Hand on Torstein!```\n\"I'll follow your lead on this one, guys... You can probably tell, but I'm not much of a fighter, ahah.\"\n\n["
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "Torstein took a glance around to absorb what was happening. It seemed like the Ferrothorn could handle himself thankfully, and the combined utility of the literal child atop him worked nicely. However, the cat grew annoyed seeing one of their own get blasted so quickly. \n\n\"_Useless...!_\" He'd hiss out, using his right paw's held axe to pinpoint which one of these bastards would meet steel first. \n\nConfident Mars and Mallow could handle themselves, Torstein turned his attention to the Maushold stealing Fabrixo's buff. And also the same one that kicked him. That may or may not have impacted his decision. \n\n\"Do whatever you want, just don't get in our way— we're paid to make sure you don't get killed,\" Torstein growled at Tesse. It admittedly came out with a lot more hostility than he intended, but that was sort of just how he defaulted during interactions. Right after the somewhat degrading comment, the cat began pouncing towards Maushold B. Literally pouncing, the cat was surprisingly limber when it came to jumping. Feline instincts hurled Torstein out of the snow like a lynx, right above the unfortunate Maushold. \n\n**Torstein used Axe x2 on Maushold B!**\n\nTorstein chucked both of his axes like franciscas down on the Maushold, hoping to plonk a good portion of the \"Household\" With a double attack. As soon as the axes left his paws, the obsidian black claws extended from underneath, coming together to form daggers as the mass of Torstein's body came hurling down on the Maushold, a good indicator of what to expect next turn."
},
{
"author": "Mars - Feared Baker",
"message": "*Mars would pause for a second as the Maushold A gave puppy doll eyes at him.. Which worked for a few seconds.* \"...Looking at them again they are quite adorable-\" *He would state before he actually snapped out of it, before realizing that he should probably continue the fight with another ``power whip`` towards the ``Maushold A``, seeing as how the others had the other Maushold left handled, probably.*"
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "Mallow kept flattened against Mars, lashing her tail from the stress of battle. If not for the Ferrothorn's iron shell, he'd have felt her claws dragging across it's surface. It was hard to fight *And* Talk at once, but her instincts had kicked in and Mallow was no runner.\n\n``Mallow used Last Resort!``\n\nWith a hiss too big for her own body, she sprang from Mars and swung wildly at Maushold B- with little aim but to injure it wherever possible."
},
{
"author": "Mailmice",
"message": "Maushold B got their shit rocked to be certain, the mixture of thorned lashings and wild swings, the mice dispersed, knowing that they had been bested.\n\nMaushold A, upon taking a boosted strike from Torstein, took the moment to step back and re-evaluate their situation. \"None of you know what you are doing,\" They... Were still entirely expressionless, and their tone was still vacant, but it sounded cool to say they would have sneered here. \"You will wake up tomorrow and find a pipe bomb in your mailbox. And the results will be glorious.\""
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "\"I'm a nomad. I don't have a mailbox.\" Tesse piped up, not even remotely concerned with the fact that they were just threatened."
},
{
"author": "Mailmice",
"message": "\"You are telling us. That you don't own a mailbox.\"\n\n\"What an absolute dweeb. A complete buffoon. You shall perish by our hand for your treachery.\" And, without any further fanfare, the delusional mail carriers would furiously assault the Mienfoo until either the monk dropped or *They* Did!\n```Maushold A used Population Bomb on Tesse!```\n\n...If there were ever an opportune time to set things straight, it would be now."
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "\"Tch,\" The cat clicked his tongue in annoyance. The dog was obliterated in a single move and lost somewhere, and it looked like the snake slithered off somewhere. Now there were 4 of them. And one of their enemies (or.. 4?) was attacking Tesse directly...!\n\n\"**Disappear!**\"\n\nThe cat howled as he lunged towards the Maushold, twin axes slashed in a V down on them as they were busy attacking Tesse.\n\n**Torstein used Metal Claw on Maushold A!**"
},
{
"author": "Mars - Feared Baker",
"message": "*Watching mallow swing at Maushold B wildly as their shit got kicked in and they finally dispersed was certainly nice. Though, the fact that they ran away was probably bad. Erm. There was one last Maushold left at least.. Yipee?*\n\n\n\"Dude. Could you at least tell us which path to go if this path really is prohibited- we'd at least like not to be confused with crimi-\" *Welp. Kinda late for that. Torstein was kinda uh. Aiming to kill right now.*"
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "Mallow wasnt one to over-exert herself.\n\nWatching Torstein lunge towards the last Maushold, she huffed- firmly planting herself back down on Mars' head. He had things covered, she presumed. A true warrior knew when to sit down and let someone else do the job.\n\n\"Do you know where we are going next,\" She patted the Ferrothorn's head, failing to wait until the Maushold was even dead to consider it defeated. \"Will there be more Maushold where we go next. I thought they would be ice types.\""
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "**Bonk.**\n\nDispersed by the axes, the final set of Maushold burrowed away into the snow and fucked off to... Who knows where. Tesse didn't doubt that they'd be back with more reinforcement soon, though.\n\n\"Good... Work.\" They wheezed, adjusting their rosary to bring it back all prim and proper once more. \"...That was super strange. I'm pretty sure that's the postal service for the greater portion of Hecatia... Outside of Neone, that is. My intuition was telling me there'd be rogues on the main path, but... Postal Carriers? All the way out here?\"\n\n\"...We should go. Quickly now. Before they come back.\"\n["
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "Torstein attempted to snag one of the Maushold before they could escape, but ultimately failed. Pulling his head out of the snow, he shook himself off and regrouped with their remaining party. \n\n\"What cowards... That king is really letting fools like them rummage around the land? They acted like _they_ had any idea what _we_ were doing.\"\n\nThere was a clear tone of disgust in the cat's tone, as he added onto it. \"It doesn't matter. Let's keep going. If that's the best we'll face out here, then I was right to leave Guardia when I did. As shameful as it is, it looks like the road ahead will be easier than I thought.\"\n\nThe cat didn't bother hiding his feelings, but despite his words seeming like he gave up on his homeland, his eyes were fierce as they fixated into the distance. \n\n\"On your order, Tesseracts Within Clouds...\"\n\nHe didn't say anything more than that, choosing instead to carefully watch the Mienfoo's back."
},
{
"author": "Mars - Feared Baker",
"message": "*Mars looked up back at the skitty who had recently landed back on their head, seeing as the battle had already ended, it was probably a good idea to get back to where they were before the battle. Only problem being that they had a fainted teammate now. Yikes.*\n\n\"Well, we should be going down the same path, and I am pretty sure we are around.. 25% the way to guardia, though I may be misremembering things...\" *Mars would look ahead, he hadn't traveled down this road before without other guardia soldiers, and seeing as how they were already mistaken for barbarians, he hoped for less enemies.* \"Hopefully not, but we can't count out the possibility, though I'm sure we will be ok at the end of the day.\"\n\n\n*Mars did not appreciate the insulting of his king from Torstein, he might not agree with what he had done sometimes but he still, that was the ruler of his land and he had been a quite great one, but he did not feel like causing a feud between the party over politics right now, it was best to continue forward. However...\n\nMars would look towards the fainted teammate and then back at the road ahead, it certainly would not be good to leave them behind.* \"What should we do with the Lycanroc? It wouldn't be great to leave them behind in the cold like this..\""
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "Torstein's ears twitched at Mars' words. There was nothing particular rousing about them, but he did take notice that the Ferrothorn was likely a citizen of Guardia... Maybe more, the cat couldn't be sure right now. Torstein decided to keep an ear out for anything Mars said, it would certainly be a shame if he turned out to be, for example, a Guardian soldier employed into the Fey. \n\nHe did respond to the Ferrothorn's question regarding their fallen comrade, though. With a huff, the cat turned to face the KOd Lycanroc. \"Leave her. She knew what she was getting into when she joined this mission. And yet she still joined it despite her weakness.\"\n\nHe was going to leave it at that, but after a moment he'd let out a sigh. Given Tesse's ~~weakness~~ youthful ignorance, Torstein doubted the Mienfoo would allow that kind of treatment. And making enemies out of the others probably wasn't a good idea, especially of Mars, whose identity was unknown to the cat. So he rephrased. \n\n\"...The Lycanroc will be fine. I can tell from here that she's only incapacitated. Mars' estimate is about right, we're still not that far into Guardian territory. No doubt she'll be able to make it back on her own. We don't have time to babysit anyone right now; our goal is lofty, and we don't want to stay in one place for too long— we'll be done in by either brigands, or the land itself.\" \n\nHe'd pick up his axes out of the snow, and turn to face the direction of their goal. He wasn't necessarily lying... Though it was possible the dog would die out here anyway. That didn't matter to Torstein, what he cared about was the greater objective. \"Pressing on is the only choice.\""
},
{
"author": "arashi_industries",
"message": "Obviously not involved in this but I feel like it warrants a"
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{
"author": "stargazingkitsune",
"message": "An answer of anonymity... Trickery the ~~fay~~ fae were capable of, most definitely! Yet still, the quite fashionable fae left an opening for the Snubbull in the form of telling the young pup her name! So surely all was forgiven?\"\n\n\"Y-you most merciful! My gratitude knows no bounds.\" The Snubbull curtsied in return, \"My name in turn is- Erm! I mean... I bestow upon you the honor of knowing- B-but not having!- My name: Harriet!\"\n\nAs for these 'fearsome guardians', the pup gestured to an entourage of sticks and stones before her, tied together to form miniatures of what possibly might be other types of pokemon, \"A-as you may know, we long held peace between our nations for some time now, yes? But I've heard rumors of a big, scary, mean pokemon from Guardia doesn't like it anymore, and so they've infiltrated our home as a result! As such, I have tasked myself with the goal of driving them back home!\"\n\nAt the end of that sentence, she seemed to strike a pose of sorts, though it also looked as if the stance was missing something. After a bit, she glanced back up to the treetops with worry.\n\n\"...As soon as I retrieve my trusty staff!\""
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "```Nicole died. THE END!```"
},
{
"author": "stargazingkitsune",
"message": "```Harriet revved up her van and created a huge cloud of smoke. When the smoke dissipated, she was lying dead on the pavement.```"
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"author": "_glooper",
"message": "In the height of night, while worn souls recovered upon the flask of dreams and the dead hunted for life, only a sole light graced the outer reaches of Wisterwood's hills. Considered to be in the wilds of Fey rather than the town itself, Syrup and Flapjack loitered at the peak of a hill. They were huddled next to a campfire, away from the windborn smoke, and had a multitude of parchment unscrolled against the grass.\n\nA number of other items, tools, accompanied the paper, such as the astrolabe Cassie had practically just obtained. A telescope as well, up on a tripod just a smidgen above the Girafarig's head, and a few other measurement tools. As well as quill and ink, which she used to paint a map with the aid of psychic energy.\n\nCassie paused, perhaps due to a distant rustling or perhaps to simple gather where she was. She looked to the fire.\n\n\"Stick your tongue into it,\" Pollux said.\n\nCassie blew a raspberry.\n\nShe was alone, ultimately, up on the hilly clearing. The dense wood around her was open for onlookers who stalked in the night, but the folk of Wisterwood were more or less kind and Pokemon as a whole tended to leave her alone. The sky was clear and the stars were out, and the land was bathed in a moonlight that wasn't quite bright enough."
},
{
"author": "solenstelluna",
"message": "*Even if you wanted it, you can never truly be alone. That was what the Sylveon wandering around Wisterwood would've told her, had she somehow been able to read her thoughts. But she didn't even know of the Girafarig's existence, let alone that of the hill's in the woods. Currently, she was walking in the dark with little aim than to find somewhere to rest for the night.*\n\n*Sora glanced at almost the entirety of the area she was in right about now, asking herself why the quest for shelter was such a difficult one. She may have been poor, but was it really too much to ask for a place to stay, anyway? Apparently, it was, and that made her sad.*\n\n*Nature wasn't very kind to her either, considering she was still a bit soaked from a storm that happened earlier. But nature, despite its tendency of being less than comfortable, might have been her best bet right now, since people were weary of letting a stranger in their home. Of course she did understand their worry, as she was able to envision things from their perspective. But it was still an unfortunate thing she had to deal with, being in the position she was in right now.*\n\n*She sighed, her legs beginning to get unbearable to walk with. But she knew she had to press on, as she couldn't afford to collapse on the floor now. Maybe on a nice, soft, field of grass instead.*\n\n*At least, as soft as she could find. Single bits of grass were called blades for a reason, after all. Wait, was that...?*\n\n*She could see it in the distance, putting her ribbon over her face as she squinted to get a better view.*\n\n*A fire going on, a literal light at the end of her tunnel... Sora prayed the one who started it wouldn't mind a visitor.*\n\n*And so, Sora pushed herself forwards, all the way to the top of the hill. It hurt like hell, but she didn't have much of a choice. She had been through worse in her life, too.*\n\n*By the time she reached the peak near the Girafarig, Sora didn't even have the energy to face them. She was too focused on falling onto the grass, panting heavily as she did so.*\n\n\"Hi...\" *The Sylveon spoke to the stars in between her attempts to stabilize her breathing.* \"I'll be out of your hair in a moment if you want, just... Just give me a moment.\""
},
{
"author": "_glooper",
"message": "Obviously, the Sylveon's floppy arrival startled Cassie, and Pollux bit at the air in alarm. They had been so encapsulated by the roaring heavens that not even the death cries of a fox-cat-dog creature could coax suspicion- and that left the Girafarig looking at the woman in shock.\n\nShe took in how close the Sylveon was to her star-charts. The one she had been working on currently was only a quarter way through, still a mess of points and lines that could have resembled a leg, or an elbow, or the lip of a spiraled noodle. Cassie set down her feather, fiddled with the astrolabe to keep her spot and then gave Sora a good long look.\n\nIt did not take long for an indescribably goofy look to sludge to life on her face.\n\nPollux blinked.\n\n\"Touch her ribbons,\" He said, also taken by the odd scene.\n\n\"Uh! No, uh, hello! Are you okay?\" A full foot taller than the Sylveon, Cassie had luck with just leaning over. \"I'm not doing anything, do you need an ear?\"\n\n\"Tell her to go away. Tell her she's pretty,\" Pollux said.\n\n\"Shush,\" Cassie said, thwacking her tail into the dirt. It didn't do much, truth be told."
},
{
"author": "solenstelluna",
"message": "\"An ear?\" *Asked Sora as she slowly turned herself over to face the stranger.* \"Thanks, but I don't think I could talk it off.\"\n*After all, if it wasn't going to be the way, was an ear truly worth lending?*\n\n*Sora was more focused on listening right now anyway, mainly on the possible go ahead from the stranger regarding being here. From her constant panting, she heard most of the Girafarig in front of her as well as a bit of that from the back. It was just enough to leave her feeling better about the situation, as well as questioning what the deal was of the other voice here.*\n\n\"You don't have to worry about me. Just been doing a lot of walking today...\" *Sora described the day as if it weren't over yet. To tell the truth, she only saw it finished when she fell asleep, which she was hoping to do in a little bit.* \"I'll be fine.\"\n\n*And then, Sora noticed the telescope.*\n\n*It was difficult for the Sylveon not to eye it, especially considering she was so close to it. Immediately, it piqued her interest and she knew she wanted to hear about what the stranger was doing with it.*\n\n*Plus, she needed something to distract herself from her condition.*\n\n\"So... Whatcha doin' with that?\" *The Sylveon asked as she slightly scurried about, her line of sight going from that of the Girafarig to the telescope beside her.*"
},
{
"author": "_glooper",
"message": "\"Okay,\" Cassie said, shuffling in place to chase a warmth there was plenty of. A particularly loud snap of the fire spat embers into the air, where they dwindled to nothing but gray smoke.\n\nWhen her telescope was brought into question, she pulled it a bit closer, blinking as she inhaled a wondrous breath.\n\n\"I use it to watch the stars,\" She mused, raising it higher on her stand. \"To explore the constellations, untouched by us pokémon. Oh, they're wondrous things, indecipherable and they're so distant- but we can *See* Them.\n\n\"Uh, that's my job, you know? I'm an uranographer, which means I can read the stars, right? Or something of that effect.\" She purred in that way horses did. \"You can tell things, like the month, the day, the season, your location...\n\n\"Our current constellation is that of the Princely Riolu, who shares their optimism and bravery with the pokémon born during these months. They're the clearest, here-\" She psychically pulled her map towards Sora, hardly giving the poor Sylveon a moment to respond. \"I haven't finished mapping it from here, but do you see how they are sitting? Stretched, almost, comfortable up there alone.\n\n\"But they're never alone. Stars can't be. I think every soul is first a star, and that's why there are so many. They grow by talking to each other, by blinking and singing- and when they vanish, one night, they return as a pokémon given form. And I-\"\n\nShe forgot that she was supposed to breathe. She did so with a wheeze, slumping over in the process.\n\n\"Idiot. Stupid,\" Pollux muttered.\n\n\"They're my hopes and dreams, those stars...\" Cassie finished."
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{
"author": "solenstelluna",
"message": "*That was a lot to take in. A lot more than Sora thought there would be. She didn't know the way the stars aligned could mean so much. Regardless, it was fascinating, and she listened to it all intently as the fire cackled on the side.*\n\n*At least, as much as the Girafarig said before she began to wheeze.*\n\n*Sora was quick to force herself up and attempt to help, but it was futile as she fell down, still unable to support her own weight. In that quick moment, she was too focused on herself to hear what else the Girafarig had to say. But, she was quick to compose herself after falling down again.*\n\n\"That was really interesting...\" *Sora took a shot in the dark and assumed the Girafarig was finished when she couldn't hear her speaking anymore.* \"I bet you're commonly looked at as all wise, and stuff...\"\n\n*Though what she did hear clearly, however, were the harsh words from the other voice around. She wasn't going to say anything when she heard it the first time, but it started to seem like a constant thorn in the stranger's side. Far more than she could justify simply letting be.*\n\n\"You know, that was pretty mean.\" *Sora's breathing was starting to get a little better as she began speaking again.* \"What's their deal, huh?\""
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"author": "_glooper",
"message": "Cassie gave Sora a look, one born from the concept of stupor.\n\n\"Not really,\" She said, riding the low of her high tentatively. Before she spoke next, she lowered her head close to the fire, bathing in a warmth unnatural in the night.\n\n\"Loser,\" Pollux said. He then attempted to chomp at a loose ember.\n\nThe leading half of the Girafarig looked to Sora with panic, one molded by a lifetime of sadness; as though she had just been let down. A million thoughts undoubtedly crossed her mind in that moment, and Pollux seemed to visibly *Sicken*, confused and lost.\n\n\"Uhm. It's nothing!\" Having to explain that Pollux was simply voicing the things she was thinking always barred her from making friendships, so she dodged, as though that part of the conversation was a hole in the road. She knew how to distract herself-\n\n\"Are you hungry, perchance? Walking for a long time always makes me famished!\""
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"author": "solenstelluna",
"message": "*To say Sora was simply shocked that was the case would be an understatement. Knowing the stars along with the stories they told seemed like such a fascinating, and at certain times even, convenient curiosity. The way that the stranger explained it was quick to get Sora intrigued to learn more.*\n\n*As for the topic of the other voice, was that really just nothing?*\n\n*Well, nothing could've very much been the truth of it. Either that, or just an easy way to dodge a touchy subject. Sora would know, as she'd done that a lot. Whatever the truth of the matter was though, she was aware that it wasn't her place to pry and just chalked it up to them being a bit of an ass. No pun intended, of course.*\n\n*Plus, she was more focused on a certain topic the stranger brought up.*\n\n\"You bet I am. Have any food?\" *Sora felt like she hadn't eaten anything good in ages. That is, unless you counted the intake of a single cup of tea as food. So if the stranger was willing to share some of their own, of course she was going to hop on the opportunity to get some.*"
},
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"author": "_glooper",
"message": "\"I will in a few!\" Cassie chirped, before jostling about in her bag. She did this psychically and sloppily, as if she truly did have invisible hands at her disposal. \"I learned a lot, living by myself in Fey,\" She started, teething her tongue and pulling free a number of objects.\n\nFirst was a thick shard of sorts, one that unraveled into a segmented plate. It was steel, and obviously meant for cooking. Cassie put the telescope back into her saddle, and instead positioned the tripod just over the fire. The plate went over that.\n\nNext, were the ingredients. A bag of flour, a vial of salt and a jar of sugar. A little pot of oil as well, with no indication to the sort, and a crystalized jug. This jug, odd as it was, looked frozen. It sent the softest of vapors into the air, like a winter breath.\n\nShe started fussing over a small bowl, combining ingredients with practiced precision.\n\nPollux was quiet, for once, trying to eye Cassie's busy work.\n\n\"I'm terribly sorry, I don't know your name yet. I'm Cassie, and this is Pollux. Our friends call us Syrup and Flapjack.\" Pausing for a second, she checked on the plate before adding a little oil. \"Have you been in Fey long?\""
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"author": "solenstelluna",
"message": "*Sora watched silently as Cassie worked her magic, pulling out the ingredients and putting the telescope away. She thought about how it feels as if she's run into a lot of psychics today, and wondered if it meant anything in particular. The Sylveon would shake her head shortly after, as if to say to herself probably not.*\n\n*From there, Sora remained still on the ground as her focus was watching the Girafarig prepare the food. She didn't have any idea on what it could be, which made the process all the more enticing to watch. She was in such a trance over it, that it took her a few moments before it registered that the Girafarig had told her their names, alongside asking for her own.*\n\n\"Oh!\" *The Sylveon raised her head as she snapped back to reality.* \"I'm Sora.\"\n\n*Cassie and Pollux, yeah? With Syrup and Flapjack as nicknames, too? It was nice to know their names now, thought Sora. She also wondered where the nicknames came from too, as she had to admit they sounded kind of cute.*\n\n\"It's good to formally meet you two.\" *Sora would extend her ribbon out as a form of handshake, but considering Cassie was in the middle of something, she decided to hold off on that for now.*"
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"author": "_glooper",
"message": "Undoubtedly aware of half of her question being ignored, Cassie gave Sora another look. Then she looked back to the plate before pouring her mixture into the pot, making four splotches. The batter was quick to sizzle.\n\n\"I don't have real milk, the sort that Miltank make. Instead, I use almond milk. Everything else, you can just buy from most marketplaces, but you've got to know how to make almond milk. There's sort of a technique to it, you know?\" She fell into a lull, while the jacks cooked, watching for the signs to flip. And once they came, she scooped the cake up mentally, flopped it onto its uncooked side and covered the plate with a pan. It was strange that she wasn't using the latter in the first place.\n\n\"Most people don't know, but if you cover them while they're cooking, they rise and get fluffier,\" Cassie explained.\n\nAs far as she could tell, the three of them were getting used to the quiet. It hadn't been quite comfortable, as that was impossible for first meetings, but it got to about as nice as it could have been.\n\nA minute or so late, Cassie uncovered the pancakes, plucked them up from their inferno, stacked two of them on a napkin and offered them to Sora. She pulled out a jar of pecha berries, as well, slightly chilled due to once being so close to her refrigerating bottle.\n\n\"Almond pancakes! Help yourself to the fruit,\" Cassie said, helping herself. She even fed Pollux some, flaking off bits and blobs of the elevated ends. Truth be told, they looked more like scones than pancakes..."
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"author": "solenstelluna",
"message": "*Sora noticed Cassie's look and was left awkwardly looking from the left to right, scratching the left side of her cheek with her ribbon. Did Cassie know she wanted to do a handshake, by chance? Was she expecting that now? She didn't think so, but it was hard to deny that was a thought in her mind.*\n\n*And so, Sora went back to watching Cassie do her thing. It was pretty cool, seeing her cook. Especially, because she didn't know how to do it herself. But by the time the food was finished cooking, Sora was left confused.*\n\n*Almond Pancakes... Weren't these a breakfast food? Who would choose to make breakfast in the middle of the night? Plus, they didn't look very fluffy like the way she described.*\n\n*She wasn't complaining about it though, as food was food. Even if she wanted to, she had no right whatsoever to do that. That, and the berries were a nice addition. It was funny that she pulled out a bunch of Pecha, as she really grew a craving for them after evolving.*\n\n*Sora nodded and thanked Cassie for the meal as she took the napkin with two of her ribbons, using the other two to open the jar and snatch a Pecha Berry respectively. She also took the opportunity to thank Pollux, mostly due to association.*\n\n*While she was digging in on the better tasting than looking pancakes, alongside the somewhat cold Pecha, Sora couldn't get the look on Cassie's face from earlier out of her head. The Sylveon had the nagging suspicion that she made things awkward somehow, even now.*\n\n\"Oh yeah...\" *There was only one way to help her anxious feelings. Sora began her attempt at making things right.* \"Just in case, did you say something else to me a bit ago? Cause if so, I think I missed it.\"\n \n*Sora put her head down as she spoke to take another bite of her food.* \"Sorry about that.\""
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{
"author": "_glooper",
"message": "\"Humpnh?\" Blurring, Cassie faced Sora with a muzzle full of milky entrails, gushing out like a stuffed bear sliced. Swallowing, she composed herself. \"Uh, why are you apologizing?\"\n\nPollux gnawed at a pecha, grinding its skin to dust.\n\n\"I think I asked: 'if you have been in Fey long'? It's not that important, just small talk.\""
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{
"author": "solenstelluna",
"message": "*Sora was the kind of person to hand out apologies like candy whenever she felt she were anywhere in the wrong. If Cassie and Pollux were to start hanging around Sora more often, they would probably come to learn that about her.*\n\n\"Oh... I'm not sure, then.\" *Sora replied in an attempt to kill two questions with one answer. She would then go back to eating her food shortly after.*\n\n*Fey? So, that's where she was now? Hearing that statement, Sora was starting to realize how much everything blurred together while she was walking around today. Plus, it didn't help that she hadn't known the names of anywhere else she was in before this.*"
},
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"author": "_glooper",
"message": "Like a grandmother, Cassie's brows lifted and merged into a line of confusion.\n\n\"You're not sure?\" Thoroughly paused with eating, the Girafarig leaned forward, past the fire and vaguely onto her charts. She had a twinkle in her eyes that matched the blinking stars at her back. \"Do you not remember? Is it amnesia? Do you know where you're from?\""
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"author": "solenstelluna",
"message": "\"Yeah. It's not amnesia, though.\"\n*Sora ate until there was nothing to consume. At least, she stopped at what she felt was best to leave it at. Sora didn't want to take everything from the two, after all.*\n\n\"I'm... Just from somewhere else. I don't really know the locations here, yet.\" *She wasn't sure if she could get into specifics about this part. She didn't know if she wanted to go that far, either. Cassie would probably be fine with leaving it as that, anyway.*\n\n\"I think you're the first one I've heard say the name of anywhere here, actually.\" *Sora crossed her paws together and sighed as she looked to the heart of the fire.* \"Then again, I've been on a nonstop walk all day. Didn't feel like asking anyone where I was, cause I knew I wouldn't be staying there long.\""
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"author": "_glooper",
"message": "Unfortunately for Sora, she had just stepped into hell. The *Whole* Of Cassie's world was hyper focused on the Sylveon's story like a comet cascading to Earth, and her widened eyes didn't leave much room for topic changing.\n\n\"From somewhere else?\" She shifted like she was reading a good book. \"I don't understand? From beyond our seas? I know that I hadn't heard about Wisterwood for most of my time in Fey, but ***Fey*** Is a whole realm!\n\n\"I. Know what it's like to have to move on constantly. But you're in such a new place. Do you even *Want* To be here?\" Cassie did her best to force eye-contact. \"Are you not safe?\""
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"author": "solenstelluna",
"message": "*Sora realized she wasn't all too keen on getting into specifics. The Sylveon worried if she went anywhere with that, she might spill more than she should on accident.*\n\n\"Truth be told, I think I'm safer here than anywhere else.\" *Sora slowly turned her gaze to Cassie while positioning herself a little.* \"I don't want to talk about it too much.\"\n\n*It was mainly her experiences there that she wanted to avoid discussing. Though, if Cassie wanted to ask about the land itself, the Sylveon was willing to answer any questions to the best of her ability.*"
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"author": "_glooper",
"message": "\"Oh,\" Cassie responded. She danced in place for a moment, searching for words and when she didn't get anywhere she looked back to the fire, searching for purpose in its dying flames.\n\n\"She hates you,\" Pollux said, just as involved with the whirling pyre. \"Stupid. You're too nosey.\"\n\nInhaling, Cassie busied herself with cleaning up her supplies and mess- hardly bothering to properly clean her plates and pans. After a no doubt confusing moment, she finally spoke.\n\n\"I know,\" She said in agreement. \"I'm going to uh. Pack up for the night. You can enjoy the fire if you want, Sora, it was nice meeting you.\"\n\n\"Awkward,\" Pollux said, blowing a raspberry."
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"author": "solenstelluna",
"message": "*Sora was in a panic, watching frantically as Cassie packed her things. The Sylveon heard it in the way Cassie spoke, Collux's rude comments, and the way she didn't bother being neat about it. Sora had actually hurt her feelings, and she couldn't feel any worse about it than she did right now.*\n\n\"Wait!\" *Sora was quick to pick herself from the ground, her ribbon impulsively reaching out to the Girafarig like a hand hoping to get her attention. She didn't like the idea of bringing up her past to anyone, but she hated the idea of being alone right now more. And if opening up was what it took to keep Cassie around the campfire, she was willing to do just that.*\n\n*The Sylveon began to lower her head, the ribbon calming down and falling to the side. She worried that the Girafarig didn't think she enjoyed her company, so she wanted to bring that to attention before anything else.* \"I don't hate you, I just... Left home for a reason.\"\n\n*Sora also understood that desire to know more, of course. What with the way Cassie spoke to her after learning her origin, it was like she didn't know that was possible until now. Not to mention, to say that she didn't want to tell her as much as she could about it after learning so much from Cassie would be a lie.*\n\n*Sora gave Cassie a smile, snorting as her head raised up again.* \"Touchy subject of mine, but I don't mind telling you about it. Really.\""
},
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"author": "_glooper",
"message": "Reeling a tad from the feathery touch of Sora's ribbon, Cassie watched her humble herself. The declaration of being fine sharing such a secret only dampened the Girafarig further and the Psychic type's ears drooped.\n\n\"She's lying so you don't cry,\" Pollux rationalized, flopping around as Cassie fashioned the long charts to her bag.\n\n\"You don't. Have to, just because I want to know. It's fine!\" She took a deep breath, both frowning and smiling in a wavering cycle. \"It's just. Interesting. I'm sorry. I should really sleep, since it's so late.\" Her brow was just as heavy as it was when she panicked at Sora not wanting to talk. With another breath, she shook her head.\n\n\"Oh, this isn't right,\" Cassie sighed. \"I've been staying in an abandoned shack, just a little off of town. You can stay there if you don't have anywhere else to go. And I wake really easily, if trouble comes. But if you don't come with... Thank you for sharing this night with me.\""
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"author": "solenstelluna",
"message": "\"...You'd really let me come with?\"\n*Sora's eyes widened as she heard Cassie speak of the shack, along with the offer to join her.* \"I've been looking for a place to stay, actually. I'd love to join you.\"\n\n*Sora's head shifted to the ground as she pulled herself up, her muscles a little sore but in a state that made it bearable to stand and walk. She then made her way over to Cassie's side, looking to her again with a bright smile on her face as if to express her deepest gratitudes.*\n\n\"I'm really willing to share with you what I know in the morning if you're still curious. You were such a blast to be around tonight that... It's the least I can do, since you told me so much about yourself.\"\n\n*Despite remembering the entirety of what Cassie had spoken of her occupation, Sora forgot the name of what it was for a moment. By the time she remembered it was called Uranography, she had already finished speaking.*"
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"author": "_glooper",
"message": "Still completely unsure, Cassie did her best to compose herself and tackle the waiting future. Turning to the fire, she pressed at it, pressuring the dancing flames down against the earth, smothering them with nothing until the embers were one, a tiny pyre. This took a bit out of the sleepy Girafarig, as fire moved and danced more than a Pokémon.\n\nShe had her many nights of wandering to thank.\n\nBefore fully extinguishing it, Cassie pulled a lantern from the dirt, one that had just been out of sight in the nightly dark, and lit it with the last of the campfire. Then she snuffed the rest of it out.\n\n\"You don't look like you want to be alone, right? I, uh, get it,\" She said with a smile.\n\n\"This won't make her forgive you,\" Pollux warned, facing down the Sylveon as Cassie turned and walked.\n\n\"I don't like being alone, either,\" She said.\n\n~\n\nThis shack that she spoke of was only a couple minutes away, cradled by the trees on the way back to the Wisterwood. It was made of wood, the old and sturdy sort, that had cracked only due to the passing of time. Being a store of some kind, the first of its two rooms had a counter and a plethora of crates, long devoid of their contents.\n\nThe roof of this ceiling was half gone, and because of this moonlight skittered in, vaguely painting the decrepit room blue. A few of Cassie's effects were hung up: several completed star charts were tacked to the walls, one last remaining apple was balanced on a shelf and a few books were gathered in a corner, worn and ancient.\n\n\"It's comfortable, I think,\" Cassie said to Sora as she trotted in, casting her orange light into the dark.\n\nThe second room had its roof and was slightly bigger than the first room. There was plenty of space for a family or storage, whichever it was used for Cassie didn't know. *She* Turned it into a living space, for now, and had a too big bed of hay gathered at its back. After setting the lantern on a hook by the doorway, she psychically divided that hay into two, so that Sora had a space to sleep.\n\nWhen it was all said and done, Cassie yawned.\n\n\"I... Need to run to the market in the morning, so I probably won't be here. I can come back and check on you if you'd like,\" She said, sitting on her own straw pile. \"And feel free to use this house for more than just tonight! I don't think I have an actual claim over it.\""
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"author": "solenstelluna",
"message": "*Sora looked at the shack in a curious wonder as she walked inside along Cassie. She nodded along with the Girafarig calling it comfortable, despite not completely believing that. But it was as good as they had it. Better to agree than not, really.*\n\n*And while the sight of the abandoned shop itself didn't inspire too much comfort, the Sylveon could feel the charm of the star charts hanging on the walls. She could really tell that Uranography meant a lot to Cassie. Maybe, it was all she had.*\n\n*The thought of that being the case brought the Sylveon down a little. Especially, cause of how true it might've been.*\n\n*She would then continue following Cassie into the second room, standing to the side as she watched the Girafarig separate the giant field of hay into two sections for the both of them. She thought it was funny, seeing there be so much bedding for one person at one point. It gave her a lot of room to roll around in her sleep though, didn't it?*\n\n*Did she do that? Is that why she had so much?*\n\n*Well, it would've been tough to do now, since there was less room for her. In a way, if that was the case, Sora felt a little bad taking part of it. Though, she felt rejuvenated after hearing Cassie say she could stay for longer. Despite saying she didn't have a claim over it, Sora saw it as Cassie's anyway.*\n\n\"That's alright, *Sora replied as she began to set herself on the other pile.* \"I actually have a job to head out to tomorrow, anyway. I can come back here after I finish.\""
},
{
"author": "_glooper",
"message": "Cassie watched Sora get comfortable, her own body dancing in the straw that was suddenly less. She was big, for one, and for two she was a flopper. A skip-hopper- a menace in bed, if only for the half-hearted body slams she participated in. Maintaining company was more important, sure, but Cassie had her wants.\n\n\"You don't have to come back if you don't want,\" She pushed, lowering her head to the splintered, dying wooden floors.\n\n\"You're obsessed.\" Pollux joined her, his tiny head nestling into the straw. He made little burring noises, and his comfort seemed to translate to her comfort.\n\n\"I.\" Cassie squinted. \"Want you too, because I hope we can be friends.\" She blew into the air before finishing her nightly ritual. \"Eeeeeaah. Goodnight, Sora.\""
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"author": "solenstelluna",
"message": "*Sora couldn't help but smile as she heard Cassie's desire to be friends.* \"I feel the same way. Don't worry, I'll come back.\" *She then rustled in the hay, turning her back away from Cassie.*\n\n\"Good night, Cassie. Pollux. Thanks for everything so far. You've really made me feel welcome here.\" *From there the Sylveon began to close her eyes, looking forward to a better tomorrow than she used to think possible as she slowly fell asleep.*"
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"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "```these woods are mine now. No one is allowed here```\n\n*Another nice night in wisterwood, if with clouds in the distance threatening with rain in a few hours. Nothing to worry about until it happens*\n\n*Larad walked across the woods, staring at the new moon whenever it was visible. He had no real destiny with this walk, simply letting his feet guide him for a while, it was just a healthy thing to do after all. What could he possibly find?*"
},
{
"author": "Dekka (Female)",
"message": "*The sound of swift footsteps upon the grass of the forest drew ever nearer, as a figure began to slowly rise into view. Someone was coming up a hill quite fast.*\n\n\"I *Always* Mess this up, not a single time I've done it, I've pulled it off!\"\n\n*She sounded quite angry with herself, and with good reason. She'd just gotten lost, lugging around a big bag of presumably stolen items that she wanted to fence off later in the night. She'd had connections, yet her connections weren't exactly good for getting her out of this pretty large forest she'd found herself stuck in. It was almost pitiable, the display she put on, as she sat down at the base of a tree and sulking there.*\n\n\"Great job, Dekka... You've singlehandedly managed to get yourself lost in the forests of absolutely *NOWHERE!* Can't wait for the next mistake I make...\""
},
{
"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "*Larad stopped walking as his ears turned towards the noise. A frustrated pokemon from the looks of it. Carrying a few too many things for a nighttime stroll across the woods*\n\n\"Lost you say?\" *Larad glided towards the gardevoir, being able to be noticed far before she was to him, due to his white robes sticking out like a sore thumb in between the browns and greens, even when at night* \"I'd try to be careful when traveling through here, a few nights ago I was threatened by a ratata\""
},
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"author": "Dekka (Female)",
"message": "*Dekka quickly snapped into a standing position, holding out a strange silver blade in front of her.*\n\n\"Who are you?! Are you here to hurt me? I warn you, I'm pretty good with this sword!\"\n\n*She was quite confused by the situation, but didn't quite sense that this person wanted to hurt her. After a couple seconds, the sword lowered a bit.*\n\n\"Sorry... I'm a bit jumpy around people I've never met.. Anyways, who are you? I need an answer!\""
},
{
"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "*Larad raised his hands when the weapon was pointed towards him, keeping a calm smile* \"Second time I'm threatened with a weapon in the woods now. Most be my luck\" *He gave a small chuckle before presenting himself*\n\n\"Larad. Larad Noscul. I'm a local priest in this town\" *Once the sword lowered, so did his arms, and looked around for something. No luck in this section. He'd need somewhere else to sit down*\n\n\"You are Dekka I assume? Unless you were talking to someone that is. Talking with some harsh words I'd say\""
},
{
"author": "Dekka (Female)",
"message": "*A priest? Things had gone in a strange direction... She'd expected him to be some sort of officer out to arrest her, though her crimes were righteous ones. Authorities never understood that point.*\n\n\"My apologies, Father Larad.. I.. Was just a bit frightened. Yes, I'm Dekka. Can you tell me why you're all the way out here? Surely you couldn't have been following me, right?\"\n\n*Dekka was admittedly a little skeptical of the priest's motives. Was he an informant, or was he just unaware of what Dekka was? It was odd.*\n\n\"I'm just.. Alone.. And lost.. I was hoping to find somewhere for the night, but if I have to sleep in a cave, I wouldn't be opposed to it.\""
},
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"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "\"Father? Please, save that for when we are in a temple or a totem. Larad alone is fine\" *He shook his claw at her as he did the correction*\n\n*Quite the jumpy pokemon, but that made sense when in the middle of the woods at night. The vampire did keep an eye in the bag of items the gardevoir had, it looked rather heavy to carry around, but perhaps she was traveling a long distance?*\n\n\"Follow? No, no. I only noticed you due to the insults being thrown your way. I simply enjoy walking with the moon\" *He looked up to the sky, where the new form of God was*\n\n\"Well, no need to be alone. At least not for a while. Mind walking with me?\" *The vampire didn't bother waiting for an answer before resuming his path, he did however turn to talk once more* \"As for lost, the town ain't too far from here. You can rest in the tavern. They don't have the best of beds, but better than any dirty cave\""
},
{
"author": "Dekka (Female)",
"message": "\"Thank you for the kindness, Larad. I'd love to walk with you. I find myself outside often, yet as you may have heard me reprimanding myself for, I am quite clueless in regards to directions... You'd think that an outdoors girl like myself would know, but maps just aren't agreeing with me most of the time.\"\n\n*Dekka began to walk with Larad through the night. The moon looked beautiful, its shimmering pearlescent light casting a ghostly glow on the earth below.. It was serene in its stillness, like staring into the gentle eyes of someone you hadn't seen for a while.*\n\n*...Wait.. Eyes.. Dekka could recall a certain pair of eyes that had belonged to someone dear to her. She tried to force the memory of it into the forefront of her conscience, to remember just a bit more than those eyes, but a sharp pain shot through her psyche as if she was tearing open an old wound. It was odd.*\n\n\"S-so... Larad, do you usually end up finding people lost in the forest?\""
},
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"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "\"Oh, I understand that feeling. We lumenarians tend to be naturally good with direction, looking at the at the celestial bodies will do that for you. The way I relate is... Well... I, however much I read about the volcarona and their presence in the sky, am unable to look at the sun\" *The contradictions of life, aint those fun?*\n\n*Larad wasnt all that sure of how well this lost traveler could see in the dark. She wasnt exactly a nocturnal pokemon like he was, as such he decided to help her out*\n\n```Larad used sunny day```\n\n*A small sun came from the claw of the gliscor and floated towards the path the two were taking, before becoming stationary*\n\n\"If we stretch definitions slightly, you are the third one this month. I should tell the sheriff to send some patrols around here, couldnt hurt to bring lost travelers to town, and stop thieves. That's the ratata I mentioned before, a thief. Somewhat honorable I must admit\" *Larad chuckled thinking of his encounter and little squabble. * \n\n\"What about you Dekka. I'm guessing ol' wisterwood wasnt your destination, more like an incidental stop. So where are you heading? With such heavy equipment even. If I were to guess... I'd say you are either from Neone or the southern tribes, did I get it right?\" *He reasoned that such bag could contain some neone nicknacks like that robot from before, or perhaps it was materials to survive the long trip across the desert. Either way, it was a fun game to try to guess things out*"
},
{
"author": "Dekka (Female)",
"message": "\"Ah, I.. I wish I could help you see the sun. I don't think it's fair that just because you are born some way doesn't mean you shouldn't be allowed to bask in the sunlight.\"\n\n*Dekka marveled at the little sun that was in front of the two, having never seen its for. Its beautiful radiance was small, yet it pierced through the night with billions of small spears of light. There was something inviting about it, all things considered, yet touching it seemed to be a bad idea.*\n\n\"That Rattata was a thief..? I'd never.. Have guessed.. I suppose that more security would be a good thing to deter any would-be bandits.\"\n\n*Thieves... Would Larad figure her out? She didn't quite know what to say or do, as any minor slip-up carried a chance of him reporting her to some authority. And so, in a bid to conceal her true identity, Dekka began to answer Larad's final question.*\n\n\"Honestly, I... Don't feel like I belong anywhere here... It's strange, I know, but my memory's full of holes...\""
},
{
"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "\"There's no reason to pity me. I've learned more about the volcarona through my reading than most do by being in sunlight. In a way, my condition is a gift. Opened my eyes. Know what I mean?\"\n\n*As they walked, it didnt take long for the two to reach a proper path, walked an uncountable number of times by an uncountable number of pokemon. Look at that Dekka! Signs of civilization!*\n\n\"Indeed, he tried to steal a sun totem of all things. Something I didnt think he could even grab, but he proved me wrong! At least he was unable to take away\" *Larad found her response curious. Didnt fit with either of the guesses and it brought more questions with it* \"Sounds like you've got a story to tell. The path is long, would you mind sharing it with me?\""
},
{
"author": "Dekka (Female)",
"message": "\"Sun totem? What's that?\"\n\n*Dekka had never heard of such things before, nor was she particularly inclined to reprimand the thief for pilfering it. All she could hope was that it wasn't too particularly important to Larad, as he seemed to be a decent enough guy to the point where Dekka was considering coming clean about the contents of her sack.*\n\n\"Nevermind.. I don't want to trouble you with answering that. As far as my story goes, there isn't much to say. I don't remember much, all I know is that I grew up here, but I've never felt at home. As if there was always a nagging feeling that I'm someone.. Different, we'll say, than the average folk who live here.\""
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{
"author": "Everett",
"message": ". . .\n*The Minccino looked the Typhlosion in the eyes for the briefest of moments before turning away. Yeah... That was a pretty good question. And at this point, he didn't really have anything to lose by explaining.*\n*So explain he would.*\n\n*Everett leaned against a nearby tree, adjusting his 'glasses' before he spoke.*\n\"...I'm here to become stronger.\"\n\n*Obviously that by itself explained nothing, so he kept on going.*\n\"I- I came here so I could be better at combat. I'd... *Really* Rather not say why, but... That's what this is all about.\" *He paused.* \"When I heard that this continent Hecatia was in turmoil, I figured... Well, maybe this would be a good place to start with that, somehow. T-though, if it wasn't obvious by now, I was just... Going off a gut feeling.\"\n\n*He idly kicked a stray pebble across the ground.* \"Staying at home wasn't going to help me much- if I went somewhere completely new, I'd be able to learn *More* That way. B-but I didn't make much of a plan beyond that... And I *KNOW* That it was ignorant and kind of short-sighted of me, thinking everything would just... Fall into place.\"\n\n*...And to think he was saying all this to a complete stranger. What was he __doing__? Everett brought a paw up to his face, clearly somewhat upset.*\n\"...I must sound so stupid right now.\""
},
{
"author": "Ryavi ",
"message": "So THAT was it... He wanted to be a greater combatant. Well, all that definitely explained a few things, particularly the choice of location. After all, the only experience was REAL experience — putting yourself outside your comfort zone (In this case, away from his home) was the only way you could grow.\n\nBut yeah, Everett probably *Had* Gone quite overboard. Of course, Ryavi didn't yet know the full circumstances, and it *Was* Somewhat making him question exactly how much such an attitude was accepted outside his OWN homeland. It hadn't occurred to him just how *Wide* The variation between different places mi-\n\n\"*WAHL!* Ya maight b-be 'n *Luck!\"* He replied, his attitude suddenly *Much* More boisterous. Everett might've caught a split second of hefty surprise on the Typhlosion's face, alongside that very odd stutter midway through the sentence.\n\nWait, *What-?* What was- *Oh.*\n\n*Wonderful.*"
},
{
"author": "Everett",
"message": "*Everett's ears twitched, and he glanced back over at the Typhlosion again. He... Didn't expect such an outburst so suddenly, and the shift in mood was really throwing him off.*\n\n\"I, uh... W-what?\"\n\n*...In luck for __what?__*"
},
{
"author": "Ryavi ",
"message": "Ugh... JUST what he needed. In the *Middle* Of a conversation, no less. Using his typical strategy of folding his arms and closing his eyes with a light hum, as if in thought, the Fire-type did what he could to address the newly founded issue..."
},
{
"author": "Ryavi",
"message": "🧭 *<<Why- when the hell did YOU get here?!>>*\n\n🔥 *<<Something like half an hour ago. But that ain't important. Move over, you heard the kid! He needs some advice from the best!>>*\n\n🧭 *<<This- this isn't the NORTH anymore, you are NOT about to teach a teenager how t->>*\n\n🔥 *<<Yeah, I'm NOT. He **Said** He wants to be tougher! What, you wanna just **Walk away?** He's all the way out here alone, who ELSE is gonna help him, let alone better than ME?>>*\n\n🧭 *<<...Ugh... Whatever. Just... Listen, I spent that whole VOYAGE trying to figure out more of this place's language, I'm too damn tired to keep an eye on this. So just... DON'T do anything stupid, alright?>>*\n\n🔥 *<<Relaaax! I'm just telling him how things work, what's the worst that could happen?>>*\n\n🧭 *<<I'm gonna do myself a favor and not imagine.>>*\n\n🔥 *<<Just shut it and move over, already...>>*"
},
{
"author": "Ryavi ",
"message": "After two or three seconds, and an odd (If difficult to notice) brief moment of his muscles loosening up, the Typhlosion finally seemed to jump out of his apparent deep thoughts.\n\n\"Ya lookin' ta get *Stronge',* Ain'tcha??\" He reiterated, now with quite a bit more energy as if nothing had happened. \"Wahl, 's this ya firs' time meetin' a *Soldia?\"*"
},
{
"author": "Everett",
"message": "*...He must have been in some real deep thought.*\n\n*Either way, he wasn't... Nearly as boisterous as before. It was certainly jarring, but it seemed like they'd be able to get somewhere with this. Maybe.*\n\n\"W-well... Yeah, actually.\" *He responds.* \"I figured, with the weapons and everything, you'd be something like that- didn't know when to ask, though...\""
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{
"author": "Ryavi ",
"message": "\"Not just 'at.\" He corrected. \"Ya *Also* Get familiarity. 'ere ain't no two weapons out 'ere, 'at're *Exactly t'e same,* An' t'e same goes fa' t'e 'mons 'at 'old 'em. Longe' ya use it, t'e better ya know it. And t'e more ya *Trust* It.\"\n\nAs for the question he was asked... Well, *Technically* Speaking? Depending on how you looked at it, the answer to such a question ranged from two decades to, quite literally, *More than a full lifetime.* But that wasn't exactly something Everett needed to know.\n\n\"If ya mean 'ow long I've been a soldie', 'en 'at's eighteen yea's. An' woul'n't ya know it, 'at's 'alf my *Life!* So is 'at watcha aimin' fo'a? Ya wanna be a soldie', too?\""
},
{
"author": "Everett",
"message": "\"Really...? Huh.\"\n\n*That was a pretty long time to be in the fighting business. Though, to be honest... That next question was also kind of a good one.*\n\n\"Well, nothing as militaristic as that...\" *The Minccino rubbed the back of his head.* \"I just want to be a general fighter; the kind of 'mon that can hold his own in any situation, you know?\""
},
{
"author": "Ryavi ",
"message": "*\"Ahh!* So ya wanna be t'e 'mon 'at keeps t'e convoy warm an' safe, eh? 'at'cha write when ya 'eaded out at midnight? I 'otcha.\"\n\nOf course, the kind of thing someone like Everett might have to deal with in terms of threats were something that Ryavi wasn't actually totally sure about; the conditions of a typical life in this part of the world as opposed to their homeland were something they were still learning. \n\n\"Heh heh... Ya know, sailin' out across 'e seas to fin' ya battles, *'at's* Some'in' we've been doin' fa' generations. So I'd say ya onto some'in', comin' out 'ere!\""
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{
"author": "Everett",
"message": "\"For real? It sounds like whatever country you came from much have had some deep combat culture...\" *The boy pondered. He obviously couldn't relate, though- the city back at home wasn't as huge on fighting as most places were, but... If Ryavi thought it was a good idea, then maybe he was on the right track.*\n\n*Actually, speaking of which...*\n\n\"B-but since we're on the subject and all, well...\" \n*The Normal type briefly inhaled before turning back to the Typhlosion. Could he ask this of somebody he just met? It was kind of presumptuous, and he didn't even know the man's name yet. But...*\n\n*It's not like a chance like this would ever come up again.*\n\n\"I- I was wondering if you could help train me!\"\n\n*There- he finally got that out... But what if just said no? He probably would...*"
},
{
"author": "Ryavi ",
"message": "Hm? A question as big as *THAT,* Came as a bit of a surprise, though in hindsight it probably shouldn't have. Regardless though, it sounded like one he'd be happy to say yes to! Maaaybe worth checking real quick, though..."
},
{
"author": "Ryavi",
"message": "🔥 *<<HEY, SCOUT! The kid's asking us to train him, what do you think?>>*\n\n*...*\n\n🔥 *<<__SCOUT__! Wake up, I'm not gonna leave him hanging!>>*\n\n*...*\n\n🔥 *<<Son of a... **SCOUT!!** LAST CHANCE, WAKE UP AND GET __OVER__ HERE!>>*\n\n*...*\n\n🔥 *<<...Alright. Suit yourself, then, I'm doing it.>>*"
},
{
"author": "Ryavi ",
"message": "After what probably looked to be a moment of thinking, the larger 'mon gave off a big grin.\n\"*WAHL!* I'll be right *Damned* If t'ere's ever a day I'd say no to showin' someone t'e craft!\" Chuckling to himself once more, he knelt down and offered a hand to Everett. Should it be taken, his shake was *Quite* A bit more energetic than probably expected. \n\"Name's Ryavi. *Ryavi Aiye'!\"*"
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{
"author": "meshtwo",
"message": "** ** The Chimchar's ears prick, she looks around wildly for the source of the address, finally landing on its source after a short uncertain moment: a Skitty, cute. Teddy considers her for a moment, she seems out of place. \n** ** \"I dunno, what's down with you, huh?\" She lets herself slide back down the rim of the taut canvas, lounging so that only her head and shoulders poke out from over the roof. Her arms dangle. Real casual."
},
{
"author": "solenstelluna",
"message": "*It took a moment for the Skitty to process what the Chimchar had just said, looking down at the floor in thought as she did. The moment it hits her, Stella's eyes widen as she looks up to the stranger in disgust.*\n\n\"...WAS THAT A JOKE?!\"\n*Stella shouted as she watched the Chimchar get better into view. Was this stranger really playing with the fact they were lounging about at a higher angle than her, using that to make up a witty response?!*\n\n*That was a little funny, she had to admit. Not like she wanted to admit that right now, though. Especially when it came off as a bit cocky, too.*\n\n\"WELL, IT WASN'T FUNNY! TRY BUYING BETTER MATERIAL DOWN HERE!\" *It was hard for Stella to hide her laughter in between her words, but somehow she managed it well this time.*"
},
{
"author": "meshtwo",
"message": "** ** Teddy offers a lazy shrug in response. \n** ** \"Too expensive, do I look like I'm made of money? My ma would be horrified at such a waste anyhow, it doesn't bear thinking about. An' you don't need to be so loud, can't you see that I'm trying t-\" The vendor whose roof Teddy is lounging on finally notices his unwanted guest and raises one huge hand to shake out the tarp and dislodge her. She tumbles into the dust with a shout of protest. In seconds she's back on her feet, shaking herself and poking her tongue out at the irritant vendor. \n** ** \"The unkindness! What'd I ever do ta you, huh?\" She flashes him a rude gesture, then turns to the Skitty, all smiles. \"Seeing as you got me kicked out of my spot there, I think you should introduce yourself first little miss.\""
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{
"author": "???",
"message": "**During the evening time in Fey region around the Market area there could be seen a 1-meter tall hooded figure roaming around curiously and glancing around the market stalls around itself, watching for a bit before continuing to walking onwards.**\n\n**From the look of it, it doesn't even seem it's from around here and their choice of using a hood over his head make it seem like something it's off about them, or perhaps it didn't liked to attract attention to theirself. It's not like it is causing any harm to pokémons around, he's just sightseeing.**\n\n**The one thing that could be spotted immediately out from its hood it's their long horizontal fangs coming from his head it seems and its tail.**"
},
{
"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "*Larad entered the plaza after a long walk across the woods, hoping to get a few things here and there for himself. He certainly needed some more ink and perhaps a new journal, that coulndt hurt with how the world was changing*\n\n*He approached one of the stands selling paper, which just happened to be next to what a dragon was passing by. Larad's own clothes were a big contrast to those of the dragon, being a combination of oranges and reds on white, typical luminarie priest*\n\n*The fraxure might have been able to catch a quick glimpse the vampire was giving him, but its not that Larad wished to judge or intrude. The news a certain ceruledge had brought with her and her desires for revenge made it so keeping an eye for her potential victims was a good idea, for their own sakes*"
},
{
"author": "???",
"message": "**The hooded dragon as he walked slowly around the market area of Fey and looking around the stall they would come across a particular Pokémon that stands out from most of the pokémons that are around us and his red eyes that could be visible under his cape would be glancing over to Larad's unique clothes.**\n\n**His red eyes are stuck for a bit on them as they passed while walking, turning around and seeing them standing on the stand selling papers, the dragon leant its clawy finger over their chin wondering out of curiosity what is their business there especially in that outfit, same can be said from other pokémon staring at the hooded mon as well why are they here to begin with so he's not to judge.**\n\n**The hooded pokémon didn't wanted to intrude what they are currently doing besides it doesn't seem like it's his business either.**"
},
{
"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "\"Traveler I assume?\" *The vampire claimed as he watched his purchase be arranged for him to take back home* \"The cloak is not one made in town. It has a different craftmonship than that of here. I would claim that its prettier, but I do not feel like losing a tailor today\" *The gliscor chuckled while waiving at a passing pokemon. He wasnt sure if the cloaked figure would respond, but might as well try some small talk while waiting for the paper, right?*"
},
{
"author": "???",
"message": "\" . . .! I-I. .\" 💦 \n\n**The Hooded dragon jumped a bit as they would have replied to his intensive staring to their choice of clothes, acting very shyly as they actually talked back to his acting, completely catching him off guard, it would be so obvious even when he hides his head underneath his hood**\n\n\"Y-Yes. . I a-am a traveler, forgive me I was just s-surprised to see your clothes, they are very unique.\""
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{
"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "\"Oh its fine\" *He didnt recognize the patters? That was a bit interesting* \"Made with the image of the moth god in mind, lord of the sun. And... I'm guessing you come from the south then? Member of the terran tribes?\" *Larad paid up and look at his purchase happily* \"I'm probably wrong, I tend to always fail at that part, but it always starts a conversation\""
},
{
"author": "???",
"message": "\"N-No, I'm from the far east, a small eastern city from here. As you probably can imagine is a long way to where we are. But about you Miss, where are you from? From your clothes perhaps you belong to a rich place?\"\n\n**He attempted to also throw a guess to where they could be from, not exactly sure if what he's saying could be right but they can notice already that he is getting used to their presence and starting to feel less shy.**"
},
{
"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "\"East... Yeah, like I said, not the best at guessing\" *He chuckled while looking in the cardinal direction. He didn't know much of that part of fey, maybe he should fix that* \"Please, no 'Miss' or anything of the sort. Call me Larad. I'm from luminaire, west from here. Not from the richest of tows either, not everyone can be quite as pristine as the capital after all\" *He corrected* \n\n\"Looking for supplies for your travels? The town ain't exactly stocked for adventurers, but a few people here and there can get you the right stuff\""
},
{
"author": "???",
"message": "\"O-Oh, forgive me for misgender you, guess I'm not good at guessing either so that makes the two of us. .!\" 💦 \n\n\"Larad. . I will remember that name. My name is Darkian. . Darkian Kazuchi in full name, and I'm pleased to meet you.\" **Darkian bows a little bit following the formalities of his faraway home which could be something that other pokémon have not seen in this part of the world. Slowly moving the hood off from his head and behind his neck revealing his Fraxure face, long fangs and scar on his forehead and watching him in full.**"
},
{
"author": "Darkian Kazuchi",
"message": "**The dragon type listened to Larad's words as he took a few seconds to think before answering back to him.**\n\n\". . Well I happen to come across these markets and the city by pure luck but perhaps getting some supplies for my travels would come in handy, if it's not an issue for you then I would very much appreciate!\""
}
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{
"author": "Raelin",
"message": "\"Well, this is every kind of a mess.\"\n\n*Raelin had been the first on scene, simply because she was largely a bored mutt who spent a lot of time out in the forest thinking about things, especially with what was on her mind right now. Truthfully, she needed the backup not because she couldn't handle any aspect of the investigation other than the fact that she was **Profoundly** Short of book-smarts and it honestly flummoxed her. It shouldn't even be a **Problem**, really but for someone to do something this close to the town, with peoples' homes right there and nobody had a permit or a clue? Seems like it needed looking into.*"
},
{
"author": "zacc_o",
"message": "Among one of the first to arrive on the scene with the same amount of perplexity as the bystanding witnesses was Henry, one of the locals in the area with a known adeptness for tinkering with metallic parts, even helping maintain the street lamps in the locale at times when he was needed or out of purely good faith. It took almost no time for him to realize that something clearly wasn't right here. After all, not that many trees can just wind up missing in a single night like this...\n\n\"Sorry, I came as soon as I noticed the request on the board,\" The Eevee expressed in a pant, seeing as how he made his way to the scene in a hurry. \"How bad is it looking...?\""
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n꧁~ ~~Un~~fortunately for everymon involved, Cerul was on the scene. When such a big commotion like a forest vanishing happens, its hard not to catch every eye in the vicinity, especially the blue bird that approached now. He had ripped off one of the posters from the mission board about this, tucking it somewhere safely and reviewing it closely now... Yup, she was in the right place. She was 'naturally gifted~' or some malarky like that, with book smarts up wazoo... \n\n꧁~ Why was such a prudent bird helping? Monetary gain, simply put~. She expected some kind reward would be involved, so the bird reared his ugly head here.\n\n◈ **\"Hrm, looks pretty dreadful... Should be a few more dozen trees there, no?\"** She placed a cloud wing under her chin and thought meticulously. . .\n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous was the sheriff, so it was her job to be here. She didn't really understand why so many people were arriving to try and assist... But it didn't hurt to have assistance. But given the size... She worried this crowd might just get in her way, nonetheless, whatever.\n\nWith lifeless corpse wrapped around her arm, Anonymous stepped forward into a clearing, placing their hand against the grass and dirt to inspect it, scoop some up to see if it was the same familiar dirt that filled the forest previously."
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "**• Dirt**\nYes. Yes, this is the same dirt."
},
{
"author": "Miss February (Floette)",
"message": "*Amongst the residents and general bustle of the travellers hub was the local apothecary, February!! She had often roamed the Fey woodlands to collect ingredients for her medicines- as such, hearing that the sections of forest that made up her gathering route had rather suddenly vanishished was disquieting news for the fairy.*\n\n*She approached the pompous looking blue bird,Trying her best to avoid getting knocked around and gain the attention of whomever she assumed was investigating this matter.*\n'Hello? Is this where I can help with the deforestation investigation?'"
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "Nicole had arrived!\n\n...In no big rush, of course. They had a plate of pancakes in their left hand, and were eating it in their right. They probably weren't allowed to actually *Take* The heavy ceramic plates with them, but Nicole had done it with such confidence that no one questioned them until it was too late.\n\n\"Who's the friend you've got there?\" They waggled their fork at Anonymous' former wife. Investigating the deforestation was second to getting a grasp as to just *Who* Nicole was working with. At least, thats what they told themselves."
},
{
"author": "Lucian",
"message": "*It was a rather long walk to the Travelers Hub for the wandering warrior, as the chatter amongst the wind about a certain member of the order needing help with something that could very well disturb the peace. The fox wasn't here to cause trouble, rather quite the opposite.*\n\n*When Lucian arrived on the scene, his rather icy stare and lack of communication made his arrival rather lackluster. Seeing the odd assortment of characters that has showed up to assist in the effort, Lucian wasted no time in approaching the Lucario, stopping at about a foot away from her. He took his time analyzing the scenery around him, those emotionless eyes of him scanning every detail his quick-processing brain could possibly obtain. The fox most likely stood out from the crowd with his traditional clothing, and the large sword the stuck out from his tail. For now, he stood there, awaiting for more context and information to be provided so he could extend aid.*"
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous didn't make eye contact with Nicole, they were busy investigating, but they weren't so rude as to not respond.\n\n\"This is Sylvia, my wife.\" She responded shortly, not wanting very much to talk about her much given that it might result in her getting emotional.\n\nThe Cacturne bent down and inspected the grass... Were there any indentations in the grass where stumps may have previously been? Noticeable patterns in grass height? Was it flat? Wild? Mowed? Was it like the rest of the forest?"
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"Kay-kay!\" Nicole commented nothing more, not bothering to investigate the Sandaconda closely enough to see her glazed eyes and lack of breath.\n\nHowever, with Lucian's arrival, the Phione waggled their fork in the air.\n\n\"*Nowwwww* It's a party, aye?!\" They had finally noticed just how sizeable the group was- glancing from 'mon to mon.\n\n\"Let's get some names, huh? No good if I don't know if I don't know who I'm investigating with!\" Nicole tried doing a cool spin trick with their fork. They failed, and it fell into the grass. Goodbye, fork. \n\n\"Mmm Nifole .\" Don't talk with your mouth full, Nicole. They were eating pancakes with their hands."
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "A Perrserker dual-wielding axes over his shoulders strutted onto the scene, (assumedly) accompanied by a certain friendly Golurk. Immediately he'd glance around the area, a scrutinizing glare assessing the situation. His eyes eventually settled on the quest-giver, a member of the Order from Torstein's memory. Waltzing up to Raelin, he spoke in a gruff voice. \n\n\"I'm going to assume this clearing wasn't here before,\" Torstein began. \"I hope by now the Order would have gotten a lead on whoever's doing this... And maybe even why.\"\n\nHe said that, but the Lucario looked puzzled, so he had his doubts any valuable information was found. How the hell does mass deforestation this close to civilization occur without anyone in charge hearing about it? He decided not to comment on how incompetent that made Wisterwood security appear (yet). \n\nHe looked around some more. Pokemon were already on the scene. Some oddities that looked like they didn't need to be here, but then again, Torstein acknowledged he was in the same group. They were all here under one banner- reward. Or so Torstein assumed, Arceus forbid a 'mon just try to help out of goodwill. \n\nRegardless, he'd wait to see if this Raelin character had any idea what was going on before he'd try running around trying to \"Investigate\"."
},
{
"author": "Rotary 'Auto' Dial",
"message": "*Auto had arrived, he'd soon meet with brand new faces other than the altaria he had previously met in a previous shopping experience, so it was nice! They had came with a certain partner, though they did not arrive together! So she was the one arriving late, unfortunate... It seemed like the most of them were friendly, so they'd arrive at the scene, and it seemed like one of the others was already getting names from people, so she might as well introduce themselves!*\n\n\n\"Hello! The name's Rotary \"Auto\" Dial, but Auto is just fine! Nice to meet you all!\""
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n꧁~ The bird looked down at the fairy type, offering up what was a fake smile and a nod.\n\n◈ **\"Yes, this is indeed the area for the investigation.\"**\n\n꧁~ The expensive looking things she wore looked like they'd cost the equivalent price of a house in Wisterwood, and they jingled she scooched off towards the scene. Cerul ended up next to Nicole, looking down at them a consolatory nod.\n\n◈ **\"Mx. Nicole.\"** He acknowledged, looking at the pancakes and smiling. Nicole had good taste~\n\n꧁~ Cerul then surveyed the scene, looking for *Signs of any tree stumps or uprootings of trees.* \n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "**• Grass**\nIt was... Flat. Not like it had been mowed, but like it had been cut by... Something else? There wasn't much other evidence that somebody had been there recently."
},
{
"author": "Raelin",
"message": "Raelin kind of felt a weight of expectation over her. That, or a cat with axes was staring at her.\n\nCat.\n\nAxes.\n\n\"Nah, too convenient.\""
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "**• Tree Stumps**\nWell, it didn't look like the trees had been uprooted or anything, and there weren't even stumps left behind in their place. No grass seed had been planted in their place, though, so there were just a bunch of empty patches of loamy dirt."
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous responded flatly to Nicole, \"Anonymous.\" Before continuing on with their investigation. They walked to another clearing, trying to see if it was the same size or shape as the one they were previously in. If so, it was likely some tool that was used... If not, it was probably done by hand or with a move. Even with a move or pokemon ability, there would be *Some* Variation.\n\nThey were too busy with their investigation to socialize."
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "**• Second Clearing**\n...Well, it wasn't the same size or shape, but the grass was the exact same height as it was in the other one. And the method to removing the stumps never changed."
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n◈ **\"Be careful of that one Nicole...\"** She mumbled as anonymous backed away. **\"The sherif is a real thorn in the side... Literally.\"** The peahen had a very negative opinion of the sherif after being arrested.\n\n꧁~ Moving something like a tree would have been extremely difficult... Cerul made a quiet scoff and dug a bit into some of the loamy dirt patches, he hated doing dirty work, but what could you hope for..? He was really just searching for any signs of the trees still left, maybe roots?\n\n[ \n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "profesor_sheo",
"message": "Tul!Edit *Oh! Look was coming late! No other than Larad, who instead of flying came carefully walking with a cave over his head, tail coiled round him to stay away from the sun* \"Sorry for my late arrival, I dont dwell well under the power of our sun\" *Larad apologized with a smile+ \"I may be late, but allow me to try something\"\n\n*Larad approached the nearest patch of lack-of-treeness that was decently away from the group, and slammed his tail against it to use bulldoze to see what was under the ground*"
},
{
"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "*Oh! Look was coming late! No other than Larad, who instead of flying came carefully walking with a cave over his head, tail coiled round him to stay away from the sun \"Sorry for my late arrival, I dont dwell well under the power of our sun\" *Larad apologized with a smile* \"I may be late, but allow me to try something\"\n\n*Larad approached the nearest patch of lack-of-treeness that was decently away from the group, and slammed his tail against it to use bulldoze to see what was under the ground*"
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "\"I'll take that as a 'no', then.\"\n\nTorstein sighed at Raelin before wandering away from her. He looked to see that his partner had arrived, but she was currently introducing himself to the others. He didn't really see the point in trivial introductions, so he just went on to see those who were actually performing their job. \n\nA Cacturne seemed actually intent on resolving the issue instead of turning it into a social event, so he approached her. \n\n\"What're your thoughts so far?\" He asked as he looked around. Specifically, he was trying to **Count how many of these clearings had been made,** Determining on a wider scale if they were similarly shaped as each other, and if there were any patterns in where they were carved out. He wondered if each clearing was caused by one move/action, or if they were cut down individually. Additionally, any patterns on what areas were struck might help. Even if the areas effected were all random, that too was information."
},
{
"author": "Raelin",
"message": "\"It doesn't really look 'bad', we're just all wondering how it all happened without anyone knowing, right? I mean it's a little unnerving that Someone™️ did this and left like... No clues? I mean, I've been trying to talk to the locals but nobody's seen anything and I can't even find the mayor even though I think that's his house right there.\""
},
{
"author": "Lucian",
"message": "*Once Lucian overheard a good amount of what the others were saying, Lucian would get to work. His eyes would move over towards the stumps, and the grass. Of course, Lucian would notice the same thing the other Pokémon investigating would rather quickly. The cut grass, the same methods of removing stumps... It was rather odd. It was likely to suggest that the same Pokémon was responsible for the grass and the stumps. However, what Pokémon would have such extreme precision like this? It was an odd yet crucial detail.*\n\n\"Same lengths... The stumps were removed... Impressions on the grass are out due to the grass being cut...\"\n\n*Lucian's voice was soft, yet had a strict tone with a deep pitch. He was muttering the facts back to himself as he worked, going over the options he had in his head.*\n\n\"The culprit could either levitate, or is underneath the ground. Yet, the ground doesn't look disturbed anywhere...\"\n\n*Lucian would give a double take around to his surroundings, looking for anything he might find odd. It was clear that whoever this was, they obviously didn't leave any tracks to be found out. This was done intentionally with the reasoning that they won't be found out. Lucian would wander over towards a different, more quiet, area... Before then using* **Calm Mind** *To calm his senses as he began to go over the facts his mind was beginning to build up.*"
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "**• Sawdust**\n...Sawdust was buried just beneath the surface of the dirt? Seems like the one who did this was trying to hide all evidence it had been done in the first place."
},
{
"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "\"So... What do we know exactly? Besides there being quite a crowd here ready to investigate. Has anyone seen anything?\""
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"Well, roses have thorns too. And... Pine trees? I forgot the metaphor.\" Nicole shrugged at Cerul, paying the warning no mind. The worst that could happen, the Phione deduced, was getting murdered. And that probably wouldn't happen, with so many people nearby, so there was no need for concern. Another Pancake down the gullet.\n\n\"Let's getttt investigating!\" Nicole decided to announce, with a point of their finger to the air. In just a second. Nicole had to finish their food first.\n\n\"Aren't there pokemon that eat wood? Love it, munch on it for fun? Bibarel? Coulda just been like, a big ol' fam of them that are making a [HECATIA THANKSGIVING OR HOLIDAY EQUIVALENT] feast. Wouldn't blame them. Kids eat like wolves.\" They laughed, amused with themselves."
},
{
"author": "Raelin",
"message": "\"Nobody that I've talked to. But then, people are a bit suspicious of me, usually.\""
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Hmm... All flat, huh? No footprints or anything? Rather strange. Were the trees cut from range? Was it done by a floating pokemon? A light pokemon or pokemon with thin legs? Well at least it wasn't a Rhyperior or something like that. She looked over to see the sawdust revealed by Larad. \n\n\"Likely they're taking bits to build something. That's the main reason to go for trees. If they were after the food in em they wouldn't need to take the entire tree. Pokemon can eat wood, but unless its a big colony of bugs it probably ain't for a feast or hibernation. They must've cut em down somehow, someway, without leaving any trace they were actually here. Small feet or flight probably. If you wanna make yourself useful, start digging under one.\"\n\nThe Cacturne would walk out of the clearing toward one of the intact trees, investigating it carefully to see its health, status, and if there was anything unique about it."
},
{
"author": "Lucian",
"message": "*After calmly going over his thoughts for a few moments, Lucian would get the idea of the weight class he was dealing with. He was dealing with a Pokémon with extraordinary strength, while also having the precision to cut the grass in such a way. It was likely, however, that this feat wasn't done by a single Pokémon.*\n\n\"We are most likely dealing with a group here. Strength and precision aren't usually hand in hand for one individual.\"\n\n*Lucian would comment to himself before moving to grab his sword. He would remove it from his sheathe and stab it into the ground, maybe around half a foot or so. Using it like a lever, he would push it so he would disturb some of the ground, looking for any contents within the soil.*"
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "**• Insert Dust Joke Here**\nNothing to see here, unfortunately. This tree is, indeed, a tree with nothing interesting about it."
},
{
"author": "Rotary 'Auto' Dial",
"message": "*Auto was still there just listening to everyone ^^, it seemed to be a bad situation, the entire field had been cut out! That was really bad...*"
},
{
"author": "Miss February (Floette)",
"message": "*The fairy had a contemplative look on her face in response to being shrugged off by the pretty birdie... She decided to investigate the clearing a little bit on her own.*\n*She noted how there were absolutely no tree stumps but she had a feeling something was off about that. She knew pretty well how tree stumps work after all-*\n\n*Floating on into the clearing, she looked for evidence of any remaining roots beneath the dirt. If they had been completely removed then surely there would be misplaced dirt.*"
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "**• Roots**\nRoots were found in the dirt! They had been severed pretty cleanly, however."
},
{
"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "\"Bits? With the whole trees you could make a small fortress, could you not? I wouldnt stop considering heavier pokemon either. A good psycic might be capable of reaping the trees out without standing in these grounds. Hmm... Is anyone here strong enough to pull out another one of these trees?\""
},
{
"author": "zacc_o",
"message": "\"Hm...\" He inquired silently in deep thought once Raelin gave him the brief down, looking on towards the tree-less scene with magnified concern.\n\nWith how large the investigation party was growing in numbers, however, Henry then turned in their general direction, adopting a keen glance at each and every one of them. To tell the truth, it surprised him just a little at how many were willing to show up to help with such haste. It gladdened him. He only wished Isah were there to lend a helping hand, as well, had he not been already preoccupied with a small errand concerning some straggling lowly burglars. He was always normally there to watch Henry's back. But this time, he was on his own. Surely he could've just waited until Isah's hands were free to help him out again. \n\nAnd yet, here he was. Trusting in himself to go on and handle things without his friend's help. After all, he couldn't *Always* Rely on Isah to handle all the heavy duty on his behalf, right? Surely this would be a step towards his independence.\n\nMeanwhile, something else ended up snagging Henry's attention like a fish in a net. A Phione eccentrically waving a fork around, until it made a happy landing in the nearby shrubbery, very openly suggested the notion of learning each other's names. Henry's good-mannered side immediately drove him to comply.\n\n\"Ah- Right. I guess we should at least be acquainted with each other first.\" The Eevee stood up straight and put a paw up to his chest—just above the glowing fluorescent blue core of his cross-buckle—pointing to his own person as he donned a mellow smile. \"I'm Henry.\""
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"Sah, Henry! I think I knew a kid with that name. They were an Arrokuda though, so I don't think you're him. Lest some fishy business is going on?\" They smiled, giving a wave to the Eevee. Awkwardly, they mimicked a hand to their own chest- figuring it was some greeting they didn't get.\n\n\"Say, Hen-Hen-Chicken-Pen, you got an idea bouncing around that brain of yours? Cuts are pretty even all around, so I'm thinking huge gigantamasaurus axe that someone missed a target with (in their axe throwing contest, of course), and was too embarassed to confess 'cause of how many times they missed.\""
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "\"Mn,\" Torstein mumbled in response. He looked around some more, but something Raelin said caught his ears. It made them twitch, earning his immediate attention. \n\n\"You can't find the mayor?\" He approached and asked. \"Isn't that a problem? Have you seen him recently? If his house is so close to the area we're investigating, then something could have happened.\"\n\nHe thought some more. Sure, the mayor could be elsewhere. But even beyond the mayor potentially being in danger, there was something else. \n\n\"So the people are suspicious of you. Looks like there are still some people around. Maybe they'd be more comfortable with talking to someone not of such a high status?\""
},
{
"author": "Lucian",
"message": "\"Cut from underground, huh? Excadrill seems to come to mind...\"\n\n*Lucian would notice that since the roots are cut at the source, it was likely to assume that the roots were cut from underground. He would pick up one of the roots, inspecting it within his paws.*\n\n\"It's unlikely an Excadrill that's causing this however. This makes the case a group that is responsible, not one Pokémon.\"\n\n*Lucian would move over to Raelin, standing in front of her as he would report his findings.*\n\n\"My findings suggest that the trees were cut at the source from underground, however with how cleanly the grass has been cut, I believe a group is responsible for this. Roots and dust are just underneath the ground, so they obviously know what they are doing is wrong.\""
},
{
"author": "Raelin",
"message": "\"I don't think it's a status thing. I think the last time I tried to talk to someone they walked away saying something that sounded like 'nut' and I think I can fill in the blank, there. But yeah, that's what I was trying to say, anyway.\" *Raelin explained, then quickly changed her focus to the Braixen.*\n\n\"Well, I mean a lot happened in a short time, it's not out of the question that there's more than one, I'd think. Uh, maybe someone should write that down?\" *Raelin suggested, the green-eyed mutt definitely looking more than a little out of her depth with this whole problem.*"
},
{
"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "\"Ah yes, I havent presented myself\" *Larad responded to Henry while fixing the cape to make sure no sunlight hit him* \"I am Laradd Noscul. Glad to make your acquaintance\" *After that, Larad approached the perserker* \"The mayor has gone missing as well? Miss Realin, are there any signs of his whereabouts?\" *Get fucked jeff, say you are the sheriff doofus*"
},
{
"author": "Lucian",
"message": "*Lucian would nod and grab a journal from underneath his kimono. He would grab a pen and quickly write down everything he has found so far, tearing out the page and handing it to Raelin with a nod.*\n\n\"That should suffice. Now all this timber has to have gone somewhere... Perhaps pressing the locals would be the next goal. An aerial view of the area would also help...\"\n\n*Lucian would comment, looking to the others to see what they were going to do.*"
},
{
"author": "Raelin",
"message": "*Raelin stares at the page as if it holds the secrets of the universe for a second.*\n\n\"Uh. Thanks.\"\n\n*She is concentrating very hard.*"
},
{
"author": "zacc_o",
"message": "\"Er- well...\" Henry eyed the scene again, awkwardly brushing the back of his head with his paw. \"The cuts do *Look* Even, but... I hardly think anyone would come across an axe of *That* Size. *Not to my knowledge, anyway...*\"\n\n\"It... Does seem pretty bizarre, though. Now that you point it out, the cuts seem... Almost *Too* Identical with another. Whoever sliced them down must've done the job with extremely careful precision. But...*How could*...?\" His words soon began to trail off into his own mind as he went back to quietly observing the scene again, becoming lost in his own thoughts on the matter."
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous huffed as they watched the pokemon approach Raelin. Raeline was fine, but as she knew and everyone should have been able to tell, she was way out of her depth. She brought a hand to her mouth and let out a **LOUD** Whistle to attract everyone's attention, standing tall to speak to everyone.\n\n\"Alright everyone, lets not act so divided here. I'm Anonymous, sheriff of Wisterwood, any investigative acts should be reported to me in advance and debriefed to me. That way, we make sure all this information is organized. I'll start taking notes. Lets not act like a bunch of kids in a sandbox, aight?\"\n\n\"Anyone know what kinds of trees these are? Their nutritional value? Structural integrity.\""
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "Nicole wanted to be a kid in a sandbox, though . They turned their head, giving a thumbs up (in spirit. They had naught but nubs.) to the sheriff. They could ask about what a sheriff was another time."
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "**• Even Cuts**\nHey, buddy, you said it, not me. Careful precision, and had to have been done through a method that doesn't employ a standard tool."
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"Maybe a move.\" Nicole wanted to be helpful, but not enough to have to move themselves so much as an inch. With another pancake in mouth, they continued. \"I know some move stuff gets pretty serious, right? You think moves could cut trees that well, Hennny Renny? 'Cut' pack this much of a punch? Er, slice?\""
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "\"I agree with the Braixen,\" Torstein said. \"I'll spend some time questioning whoever's around. If you hear screaming, no you don't.\"\n\nHe then waltzed away from the main group, though he did add: \"That was a joke.\"\n\nIt was not a joke.\n\nHe approached the nearest resident he could find. Seeing as how polite niceties weren't his thing, he worked with the next best thing: intimidation. \n\n\"Hey. I'm investigating the deforestation around here, but I have some other questions first. Have you or anyone seen the mayor of Wisterwood recently? Also, do you know which house is his? There's a chance he might be in danger.\"\n\nUpfront and to the point. He didn't allow much wiggle room for getaway."
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "\"If it's a move, it's gotta be cut, aerial ace, air cutter, air slash, bitter blade,cross poison, fury cutter, kowtow cleave, night slash, leafblade, psyblade, psycho cut, razor shell, sacred sword, slash, wide slash, vacuum cut, solar blade, or X-Scissor. Other cutting moves would leave behind some trace. I'd bet it's vacuum cut, covers a really big area.\" Anonymous added."
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"...Lots of cutting moves these days, huh?\" Nicole got none of the above ."
},
{
"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "*Larad moved away from REALin due to her being too occupied with the notes. Best stay with the sheriff that just made herself known* \"You certainly know what you are looking for, does anyone here have such moves? Perhaps a demonstration with them could proof useful?\""
},
{
"author": "Rotary 'Auto' Dial",
"message": "*Um... Everyone seemed to be looking at the dirt, though Rotary was more curious about any reports of anything! A true detective makes sure there were witnesses of course! ...She wasn't a detective but she could still stand in as one! He'd pull out a cap from his pocket that he usually had more just to block sun as a makeshift detective cap, before walking over to the.. Lucario! Even though she seemed to be preoccupied, it was better to ask now than later! Unless someone already asked this then oops!*\n\n\"So um... Were there any reports of suspicious people in the area? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧"
},
{
"author": "Raelin",
"message": "\"I mean, no. Nobody's seen nobody. Unless you're calling anyone here suspicious?\""
},
{
"author": "zacc_o",
"message": "However, his deepening train of thought would resurface again at the very abrupt sound of a whistle piercing the air. \n\n\"Guh-!\" He yelped audibly, ears and tail jolting up in startle, before he'd aptly calm himself again and turn in Sheriff Anonymous' direction.\n\n\"Er- w-well... I can't quite say for sure *What* Trees they are. That knowledge is a bit out of my expertise...\" Then he turned to Nicole again. \"...But from what *Do* Know, they're quite sturdy. Whenever I see anymon axing at just *One* Of those trees, it would take hours for them to even get halfway through the bark. Actually, a lumber job on just one tree would take *Two* Pokémon to see it through from what I've seen before.\"\n\nThen he turned to the tree-less scene again. \"This? All of this looks like it was done in just *One night.* Even with moves, nobody could work through multiple trees that fast...\"\n\n\"So...*How could this even be possible? It just seems so... Coordinated...*\" He held a paw up to his head as he stared down at the ground, trying to grasp the possibility of what could've caused something that made little sense to him to happen."
},
{
"author": "Rotary 'Auto' Dial",
"message": "\"Nope! I do not see anyone as suspicious currently! Just wanted to make sure there were any sightings first! Thanks! ^_________^\" *Rotary looked at the field open in front of them, while listening to a few people talking about cutting moves, Auto decided to pitch in!*\n\n\"Maybe the culprit had other culprits, like a secret undercover tree snatching! ( ´◡‿ゝ◡`)\""
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"Then it's awfully cooridnated then, eh? Crime syndicate, but- just for wood!\" Nicole hummed. Having no attachment to Fey besides their tavern, they didn't mind such a possibility whatsoever.\n\n\"Colony of Kabutops, a gaggle of gliscor, perhaps a party of Pincurchin with some *Real* Determination! Why couldn't it have been coordinated like that? Get your friends and family to all help out in' tree-napping, and I betcha you'd have enough for a heist and a half.\""
},
{
"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "\"Why is my kind being dropped into that?\""
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "The nearest resident that Torstein ended up finding was a Lurantis, who was quite dolled up in a top hat and little coat buttons, and a case seemingly full of various alcohols. She kept a cane handy, as she seemed to have a weak leg. She'd been overlooking a garden that was conspicuously empty. \"P-Pardon!?\" She stuttered, staggering about as she turned around to face the cat.\n\n\"The... Mayor? I haven't seen him all day, now that'cha mention it. Not that I pay too much 'ttention, anyways... But he lives in the home right next door to mine!\"\n\nShe raised one of her sickles, pointing to a little home across the way. \"Incidentally...\" She continued. \"It seems it isn't just trees that're missin'. Take a gander.\" She gestured to her, once more, empty garden. \"I've been growing Leppa Berry bushes for a few months to use for m'wines. But, uh... As you can see, they're gone. Seems they don't discriminate, haha!\"\n\n\"I'm the tavernkeep 'round these parts, y'see. I kinda need to have these berries to stay in business. And I'll tell you firsthand, them's some sturdy bushes. They don't just disappear outta nowhere.\""
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"Got quite the lumber-jack grippers on ya.\""
},
{
"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "\"I still dont quite appreciate the way you mention it... Regardless, I can assume no one here has a cutting move? At all? There was someone with an axe here, was there not- oh, they are gone already, I see...\""
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous looked over the area carefully, trying to think about it logically...\n\n\"They have to have been cut in a big area, but they also had to be able to catch the trees before they fell, so we're **Definitely** Looking at multiple perps here. Not sure if it's OC though. After they cut the trees in several or one fell swoop, they covered the roots and sawdust in dirt. Had to be a move, that's why they took the Leppa berries, for PP. I'm still thinking it's a vacuum cut, but we can't be sure.\"\n\nWith their conclusions announced, Anonymous went about walking to the mayor's house. People were talking a suspicious amount their dear old mayor, and she didn't like the sound of it. She needed to check on him.\n\nSo she would walk up to the front door, and give it a knock, peering in through any window to see what she could see."
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "\"Thank you for your time,\" Torstein bowed respectfully. \"I'll see about bringing the culprits to justice.\"\n\nHe then turned around, immediately heading for the mayor's house now that he knew which it was. \n\nUpon reaching the mayor's front door, he gave a hefty knock on the door to contrast Anon's firm but not nearly as abrasive one. It was loud enough that if the mayor was inside, there was little to no chance he could NOT hear it. \n\n\"Oi, Mr. Mayor. If you're home, I have some questions,\" He said loudly through the door. \"By the way, if you don't open the door in a minute, I'm axing it down and coming in to investigate.\"\n\nAfter a moment he realized that probably sounded bad, so he added: \"For your own safety. Of course.\"\n\nHe only offered a nod to Anon's more diplomatic ways."
},
{
"author": "zacc_o",
"message": "\"I see... That's definitely a cause for even more concern...\" Henry commented. \"Has anywhere else in the locale been affected that we should know about?\""
},
{
"author": "Rotary 'Auto' Dial",
"message": "*Rotary would see their bud (maybe strong word but oh well) talking to a local about the situation! That was pretty smart .. Maybe one of the locals saw what happened, so they decided to follow them to where they wanted to go! It seemed like the trees weren't the only murder victim in this case... The bushes from the local tavern keeper had been looted as well! How rude! Auto followed the sheriff and axe wielding battle cat to the mayors door! As like.. A good cop!*"
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "\"Everyone in the neighborhood's been losin' their crops. B'tween the trees and the crops, we're all kinda at a loss. **Surely they can't've gone far.** I feel like we woulda noticed if a group'a mon came onto our properties and took our shit.\" She leaned down onto her cane, seeming rather dejected. Sad Lurantis :(\n\n\"...Could I ask your help in finding them? I don't want all m'hard work goin' to waste... 'Specially with so many mon comin' in at all hours lookin' to drink away their trav'lin woes...\""
},
{
"author": "zacc_o",
"message": "\"W-Wait! Hold on a minute!\" Henry happened to overhear Torstein threaten to axe down the door. And out of his lawful judgement, he felt the need to step in before brash actions were made.\n\n\"You're not- really going to break his door down, right? If we're going to search his home for answers, shouldn't we at least go about it in a way that doesn't involve trashing it?\""
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "\"Time is of the essence,\" Torstein responded. \"If the mayor has been captured and at risk, I'm sure he'd rather we ruin his door if it meant rescuing him faster.\""
},
{
"author": "Miss February (Floette)",
"message": "*Feeling overwhelmed with all the activity and listening to what the Lurantis had said, she decided to look for clues in a different area. Perhaps deeper into the forest would yield some more information?*\n*Whoever stole all the plants surely wouldnt want to stick around... She began to wander deeper into (FUCK MY JEYBOARD HAS NO HASHTAG KEY) Fey Woodlands*"
},
{
"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "*Finally! Someone that could cut trees* \"My lurantis friend\" *Larad approached, calling her over with his claws* \"Come over, please, we require your assistance with some tests. Would you be so kind as to attack the base of a tree with your claws? In order to cut its roots. That'd be of the outmost help for us right now\""
},
{
"author": "Rotary 'Auto' Dial",
"message": "*Oh! They should've probably- oh it seemed like they had that handled! Auto looked over to the destroyed trees before noticing someone wandering off by themselves!!! Uh oh! Auto better make sure the tree bandits aren't secretly hiding in the woods still and waiting to attack! She followed the floette while waving goodbye to the others.*"
},
{
"author": "zacc_o",
"message": "\"I- I guess so, but *Still-*\" Henry tried to emphasize further. \"We shouldn't act so rashly about this. We should at least look for a less destructive way in that'll work just as fast. And besides... The costs for home repairs afterwards won't be kind. Are you *Really* Sure you want to pay those fees?\""
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"If the mayor's captured, he's probably dead n' if he's not I'm sure they're keeping him alive for a reason.\" Nicole shrugged. \"The haste is only gonna ruin his day even more. Why not take a chill pill? You, uh, familiar with tree species, Mr. IDontKnowYourName?\""
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "\"Consider: Dude's pretty old,\" The Lurantis piped up. \"He might just be sleepin' or somethin'. He isn't particularly inclined to be... Super active'r anythin'.\" She was still sulking over her field of missing berries."
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "Upon hearing the Eevee's full rebuttle, something he said made Torstein actually turn around to face Henry. He had a puzzled face. \n\n\"Pay those fees...? Why would I? I'm here helping on the Order's behalf. Any necessary destruction is the responsibility of the one who made the request,\" The cat said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He fully expected Raelin/the Order to cover his cost of.. Whatever this was. \n\n\"Still...\" He pondered the Eevee's words again. Then, he decided. \"Alright. There's still thirty or so seconds before I axe down the door. Give me a solution within that time, that'll be less destructive and work just as fast. Surely you have an idea, if you're willing to propose it?\"\n\nAfter that, he waited. He barely even paid attention to Nicole at all, only gesturing while saying: \"You've done little but socialize this entire time. Your words are irrelevant and only muck up the heads of people actually thinking about solutions.\"\n\nHe sighed a bit. \"If he's old enough to not hear us, that's all the more reason we need to verify his whereabouts. Once we do that, we can consider him safe and sound and we can move on. Or do you lot not care about your own leaders?\""
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"Friendships magic, or so they say.\" Nicole tapped their forehead. \"You'll thank me when we're best friends.\""
},
{
"author": "zacc_o",
"message": "While he still had 30 seconds to spare, Henry looked towards the mayor's house in the entirety of its visible structure from the outside, searching for that possible destruction-less solution..."
},
{
"author": "thecrampiest",
"message": "Quite late to the scene, was Kyu.\nIn fact he simply wandered over after seeing commotion, chatting to himself. He was currently in the basic form of a mimikyu, and looking around at what is happening. \n\n\" **I heard there was something going on here, what is it? Why are you kicking down the mayors door??** \" He asked, rather halfmindedly.\nHe fiddled with his bag and scarf, making soft metallic clanks as he found items he might want, then slowly pulling a canine out and drinking some water he had just collected. He eyed the people around while doing this, he wasn't used to much commotion where he went."
}
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{
"author": "theplumbum",
"message": "[Mayor Séaghdha's home showed no signs of ingress - in fact even from the outside it looked really, spotlessly clean. Funny he'd keep his home so organised when documents inconvenient to the town's citizens have a strange way of getting lost around him. The faint sound of slightly disturbed snork mimi'ing can be heard from outside.]"
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous had a pretty intimidating aura with the corpse on her arm and the fierce, duty-bound eyes. Her daggered stare at Torstein was meant to at least get him to back down a tad, \"I appreciate the excitement, but if you break it, you buy it. Don't wanna have to make the poor laborers do extra work for a guy in charge, do ya?\" \n\nTough little guys tended to look out for the little guy, so she thought that approach might work. Her brow furrowed as she placed her eyes against the glass, feeling this was all rather out of place... Given the noise, perhaps he had been put to sleep somehow? There were a few different good ways to go about that... Especially given the mayor's age. \n\nAnonymous would slam her arm into the door several more times, trying to be as loud as she possibly could without breaking anything, yelling through the door, \"**MAYOR!** We **NEED** Your attention!\""
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "\"Three... Two...\"\n\nAnon's words originally didn't phase Torstein, but something else made his ears twitch. \n\n\"Wait. Do you hear that?\"\n\nTorstein's eyes narrowed, clearly identifying the noise inside as.. Snoring. He put his axes down, but his teeth showed. \n\n\"Wake up you worthless layabout!\" He started going feral on the door, punching and kicking without using enough force to actually damage it. \"We're out here trying to fix **YOUR** Stupid town and you're **SLEEPING**?!\"\n\nHe.. Might be a bit angry."
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "Lunisse scowled at the ferocious feline, immediately moving to lean on the wall near the door. \"Didja miss the part where th'guy's fuckin' seventy? Cut gramps some slack.\" Lunisse shook her head. \"Still, it's kinda bizarre that he ain't respondin'. It's possible he's just havin' a tough time gettin' to th'door, but... If you're *Reeeeeally* Adamant about gettin' in there, then... I'unno. Seek out an open window or something? Breaking and entering is prob'ly okay if it's an emergency, right? Well... Minus th'breakin' part.\""
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n꧁~ Cerul interrupted the slamming and reintroduced herself to this case. He had picked around out the scene of the crime for a few moments, lingering longer than anyone else and not discovering anything new... So now she'd help with this part.\n\n◈ **\"As long as you don't break anything, the only crime you can get charged for is entering~.\"** Cerul added while pushing passed Lunisse, glancing up and down the house. Its weird how Cerul was talking like this after having just gotten out of the slammer...\n\n꧁~ Cerul wasn't one to do dirty work like this... He had a butler for a reason... But dawdling outside had taken up enough time! The altaria searched the sides of the house for a window before trying to pry it open! Go girl boss, go!\n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "zacc_o",
"message": "\"...Huh???\" However, the audible snoring also happened to reach the Eevee's ear. \"Hold on... Yeah. I can hear it, too,\" Henry nodded. \"So he... Really was just sleeping soundly inside this whole time.\"\n\nA twinge of second-hand embarrassment suddenly washed over him and fished a grimace out of him as the realization of the matter's truth came to. They really were just about to break-and-enter into an old fart's home while he was sound asleep, probably taking one of those 'siestas.'\n\n`\"Spark me... If Topaz were here right now, she'd make sure none of us heard the end of it.\"`"
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n꧁~ Adding onto that previous response(dice was dumb), he squished himself and his clouds through the open window. It took a few moments, soft clatter could be heard, before the front door swung open violently and quickly.\n\n◈ **\"There, crisis averted. It was simple really.\"** Cerul backed away from the door now, dusting her wings off. As he backed away from the doors, Cerul looked around for any signs of struggle, damage, or maybe a pervious breaking an entering.\n\n[ \n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "\"If he's too old to do his job then fucking replace him!\" Torstein shouted back at the Lurantis. \n\nWith a sigh, he saw the door open before him and Anon. \"Alright, let's get whatever information we can out of him and then.. Leave him to his sleep.\""
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "\"I'm th'tavernkeep, dipshit! I'm either too busy dealin' with inebriated folk, or I'm inebriated m'self! I don't give a flying fuck about th'legislation around here!\" She looked to the others- \"Well. You have fun in there, or whatever.\" -before stepping out of the way."
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous seemed to suddenly grow furious when she saw Cerul go inside. That bitch... She looked like she was about to break down the door before Torstein would, but-\n\nThe bird opened it. If they were thankful, they certainly didn't show it, electing instead to push through the door and purposely bump shoulders with the aristocrat, getting some lingering sand onto his wings. \n\nSo, she turned to the bed, or walked to wherever it was, crossing her arms and staring down at whatever sight await her, just making sure it wasn't like... Not the mayor or something."
},
{
"author": "zacc_o",
"message": "\"Let's just... Go about this peacefully. We don't want to hurt him,\" Henry commented with notable apprehensiveness on the dilemma. Then he turned to Lunisse and nodded his head apologetically at her, trying his best put on a reassuring front.\n\n\"Don't worry. We'll do what we can to find answers and get you your crops back. That's a promise.\"\n\nAfterwards, Henry would quickly follow suit behind Torstein, Anon, and Cerul into the mayor's abode."
},
{
"author": "Seaghdha",
"message": "*[so it turned out, that in fact the mayor was nowhere near his bed **Or** His senses. Pretty much everyone around town knew Mayor Séaghdha was a Slowking but he had a surprisingly bald head going on right now - and also that 'snoring'? Nah, horrific mouth-breathing.]*\n\n\"Oh. I shouldn't be talking with robots. Why have you all come here?\"\n\n*[Senility hadn't normally hit him yet either. He could still articulate thoughts and generally knew who was or wasn't a robot.]*"
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "...Shit.\n\nAnonymous rushed to the Mayor's side, putting a hand to his chest while the other held his wrist to check his pulse. He was probably fine but... She needed to be sure. Quietly and delicately she spoke to him in a rather ill-fitting voice, \"Mayor... Lets get you to bed. You're tired. You need to lay down...\" She would slowly step forward, trying to push him carefully toward his bed.\n\nAs she did so, she turned to face Torstein and Henry. \"Search the place. I'll get his testimony. Keep an eye on the bird.\"\n\nHer attention turned back to Séaghdha, carefully guiding him forth, listening to whatever he said and whatever pulse he had."
},
{
"author": "zacc_o",
"message": "\"Err... Uhh...\"\n\nHenry struggled to even convey a proper sentence at what he witnessed upon entering through the bedroom door. The old coot was clearly all out of sorts and... Not to mention quite hatless.\n\n\"R-Right. Got it,\" He replied aptly at Anon's orders, still eyeing the outrageously delirious mayor in his bed before turning towards Anon herself, whispering to her in growing concern for the mayor's wellbeing, \"Is- Is he okay...? He seems a bit less like... Himself...\""
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "Torstein's face became a little grim looking at the sight. \n\n\"Has he gone—\" He initially said. \"Wait. The Slowking is missing... Oh.\"\n\nThe puzzle pieces clicked one by one in Torstein's head until he simply nodded in response to Anon's orders. He began metaphorically tearing up the place to try and locate the hat or anything useful in finding it. He would first give a preliminary search around the house, checking for any clues or areas of interest. \n\nIf that failed, he would have to resort to tearing up the place in the more literal sense."
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n◈ **\"Hey-!\"** She scoffed when Anonymous brushed by her and smudged awful grittiness all over him.\n\n꧁~ The easily irritable bird was, well, irritated. He was busy trying to scrape out all of the disgusting sand from her wing and was frivolously doing so until everything was preened to a T. That was about the time that he heard Anonymous uttering about him.\n\n◈ **\"Ugh, I already paid the bail,** ***Cactus,*** **You could afford to be a bit nicer, especially to nobles.\"** \n\n꧁~ Now that that was out of the way... What was up with this slowking? Robots? Only Neonians had those, as far as Cerul knew. What was this weird fleshy pink think doing blabbering about trade secrets?!\n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "*Larad stood outside the house, embarrassed that everyone else was so quick to get in there without an invitation. Was that not rude? If the man wanted to rest, they should just let him and discuss the problem afterwards, simple as that! And to make things worse, everyone in that house was fighting with everyone else. Utterly dreadful stuff!*"
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "Nicole went where the party went, and so they entered the mayor's house- even being so corteous as to knock on the door as they passed on in.\n\n\"You've got it all handled over there, hm?\" The Phione yawned, watching them crowd around Seaghdha. \"I'll see if theres anything interesting around here, or somethin'.\"\n\nBy that, Nicole of course meant that they wanted to snoop around and see if the mayor had anything interesting the Phione could borrow."
},
{
"author": "Seaghdha",
"message": "\"I'm not tired, sonny! I'm just. Um. You're pretty colours today!\" *Séaghdha responded to Anon, with a glassy-eyed, distant look.* \"Hey, I know you. You're the reporter, right? Why did you bring all the robots? Or are they clowns?\"\n\n*Séaghdha responded to Anon, the only person who had decided to actually speak to him, almost feeling as old as he sounded.* \"Have you found my stick? Someone-someone has my stick.\"\n\n[If you're looking to steal stationery,"
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "\"What on earth is a 'robot'?\" Torstein asked aloud, half expecting someone to answer as he continued his search. \n\nIf there was an upstairs, he went up to continue investigating. Either way, he was a lot more willing to cause mild harm to the place than perhaps the others. Who could've guessed?\n\nHe wasn't intentionally going out of his way to break shit, but he _was_ moving around big things like furniture without a second thought if he thought there might be something behind or around or otherwise be worth a closer look."
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "**• Scuffed Windowsill**\n\nTorstein might spot an open window with some scuffs on the sill, as well as the borders. It might be worth taking a closer look?\n\n**• Mug of Pens**\nOh, come on. You wouldn't steal from Séaghdha, would you? Especially not in the state he's in..."
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "I think I just might.\n\nNicole picked up the mug, rotating it in their damp hands to see if it had an amusing design or text on it. Satisfied with their very important investigation, they jingled their new arrangement of pens back and forth with triumph. This fucking ruled."
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "**• Shame on you.**"
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{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"Found these pens. Might be a lead, might not be. Gotta keep em so we can find out, though!~\"\n\nNicole raised their mug, and shook it a little- letting them click against one another. Perhaps this could count as a lead.\n\n\"As for, aha, any damning evidence, I think you've oughta wait for your mayor to finish waking up. Few planks loose of a floor, eh?\" Nicole wasn't sure if that was *Actually* A saying, but figured that the meaning got across well enough.\n\n\"Though, I doubt looking a little more oughta hurt. The man- the man needs his stick, right? Go sniff that one out, if your feelin' courteous. Can't have gone too far, lest he's yacking about nothing. Unless it's a pen.\" In which case, it was going far far away from here.\n\nIn pursuit of more conveniently placed free things, the Phione got up and wandered about the house- heading up the hypothetically existant stairs."
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n◈ **\"If you start asking silly questions like that you'll end up frying your brain, cat.\"** Cerul huffed.\n\n꧁~ The altaria was already over this investigation... If she knew that she'd be getting her wings dirty by having to break *Another* Law he'd have never showed up!!! But he was neck deep now, with no floaties to speak of, so there was no backing out. \n\n◈ She strutted up to the scuffed windowsill. **\"This certainly wasn't my talons' work, I'll tell you that much. Question is... What did make them then?\"**\n\n꧁~ Cerul is looking for anything identifiable about the claw marks \n\n[ \n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "**• Rust**\nCrumbs and shards of rust were on the windowsill..."
},
{
"author": "Rotary 'Auto' Dial",
"message": "*Rotary had exited the forest, it didn't seem like anyone was outside at the moment, and it seemed like the mayors house had been entered! Rotary didn't really know what to do at the moment, so he just decided to shout out after exiting the forest and going onto the field.* \"Hey we found the wood! It's in the woods!!! I think whoever stole it might still be there, me and Feburary also found a weird Kecleon trying to find the thief as well! So if any of you guys wanna help out just come out to the plains and I'll show you the path we found!\""
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{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "**• Doorframe**\nClean, I'm afraid. Thing looks pretty spotless. Seems the assailant hadn't entered through the door at all, which makes sense considering it was previously locked."
},
{
"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "*If everyone wanted to spend time breaking and entering into the mayor's house, Larad might as well wait for them outside. Walking around the house's exterior to see if there was anything of note during the waiting. The cat leaving the house did get his attention* \"Found anything worth mentioning in there?\""
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "**• Saliva**\nOn the ground outside an open window on the second floor, there's... Something wet and foamy and slimy on the ground. And it seems to be... Slobber? Gross, but its presence here can't be a coincidence. It seems to be an actual trail rather than just one concentrated spot, too...?"
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous wasn't really sure what to do... The mayor certainly was not okay in the state he was, but he was safe at the very least. He voiced to Henry, \"He should be okay if we can get his crown back...\" She felt that helping the mayor further would be fruitless, so she started moving around the house, and she spotted a Gliscor moving around outside with a purposeful gait... They seemed to look up at a window for a moment, maybe something was up there?\n\nAnonymous went upstairs to the particular window, finding the little bits of rust on them. She once again shoved Cerul out of the way as she moved toward the window, taking out a small phial from her poncho and scooping some rust and metal bits into it, just for evidence sake. Following this, she leaned out the window and talked calmly but firmly to Larad outside. \"Hey Gliscor, you find anything? Shards of rust on this window. Must be a steel type, I'm thinking Durant.\""
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n◈ **\"Watch it,** ***Weed.\"*** Cerul hissed as she bumped shoulders with Anonymous.**\"Hah... Durant? Not half bad of a guess.\"** Cerul said; it's impossible to tell if that was a mocking tone or not, especially given how Cerul felt towards anonymous. If there was anything to gather from it, it was that Cerul had a separate coclusion she wanted to pursue...\n\n꧁~ Cerul was crumbling some of the rust in her talons, thinking momentarily. He turned his head to look at Rotary, thinking methodically, before walking away from the windowsill and out the door. His gaze was fixated on wherever Rotary had come from, and gave the small golem friend a rather nasty side glance.\n\n◈ **\"Nothing in here that interests me... As much as I love following saliva trails and rust... Eeugh...\"** Cerul groaned at seeing the ooze on the ground, shivering. **\"I'd like to see what you have found in the forest. Which way did you say it was?\"** Cerul was already out of the front door, giving exaclty zero seconds for Rotary to answer before Cerul was gone ):\n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "Auto",
"message": "\"Yep, we found the potential spot where the culprit hid the wood! It's right this wa-\" \n\n*Before Auto could answer, the altaria had already gone into the woods and left, which made the golem feel a little like a *Sad trombone noise* But the purrseeker was still there!*\n\n\n\"Okie doki! If I remember correctly it would be the exact direction the altaria went! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧\" *Before they left into the forest as well.*"
}
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{
"author": "thecrampiest",
"message": "Mimikyu would sigh and give up, mildly irritated at the altarias massive ego \n\nGrumbling, he adjusted his sachel and headed into the forest... Is what I would've said! \n\nMimikyu decided to inspect the second floor further, really taking his time to inspect the entire thing.\n\n-mimikyu is inspecting the second floor more carefully for finer details-"
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "**• Cleaner**\nThere are several bottles of it in the trash, and some surfaces of the upstairs are still damp with it. The entire house smells of febreeze, hence its uncanny cleanliness, but it's still pretty fresh upstairs."
},
{
"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "*Slime? Or something like that. Larad jump and glided towards the window to get a better look, quickly regretting it when the cloak failed to cover his tail in the air giving him a quick sunlight burn. A quick return to the ground was needed, and a reminder to not do that again until night time came*\n\n*What Larad could do now, however, was to follow the slime trail to wherever it may lead, using his stake to leave a more visible trail of holes for others to follow if they saw fit*\n\n\"Sherif, you might want to follow me. There was some slime on the window making a trail\""
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous huffed, unsure what to make of it. She lifted herself through the window and dropped to the ground outside, trying to hide the fact that it actually kinda hurt her legs when she landed- But even so, she would follow the saliva trail with Larad."
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "Larad and Anon would come to find the extended trail of saliva leads to... ***The town jail?***"
},
{
"author": "zacc_o",
"message": "Meanwhile, as it seemed as though Mayor Séaghdha's house had been inspected from top to bottom, Henry stood by in the bedroom as he soaked in every finding that came to his attention, surmising what to do next. Now that the group had begun to split off in search of different leads, Henry decided his next best course of action would be...\n\n`\"Auto might've been onto something just now. If they'd found where the stolen tree bark was stored, that brings us one step closer to our culprit! They might need a helping paw bringing it back, too, so I guess I ought to go with them.\"` With a chirpy smile on his face, Henry stared out from the bedroom window to see the Sheriff and Larad making off for the trail they discovered. `\"I think the Sheriff has got the Mayor's crown covered. She's sharp. I know it'll be a breeze for her.\"`\n\n\"...Wait- Why do I feel like I'm forgetting...\" A sudden thought invaded his mind, immediately casting away his smile and causing him to squint off in space... Before his eyes widened up in realization.\n\n\"Ah-! Nicole!\"\n\nImmediately, Henry made for the stairs and searched for his Phione acquaintance's whereabouts within the household's upper story. \"Nicole?? Are you in here?\""
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Well shit. She knew this place very well.\n\nHell, she had keys to the place. \n\n\"Now this is rather puzzling. This is my jail.\" She spoke to the gliscor near her, carefully tracing the trail of saliva toward the jail. Did it go toward a window? Cut off in front of it? Go inside?"
},
{
"author": "thecrampiest",
"message": "Mimikyu would stare at the oozing pool of saliva. Mentally preparing to use mimic on it. \n\n\n\n\nMimikyu winced, \" I'm never getting used to that.. \" He would grumble, visibly in a dulling pain. He started moving towards the forest, following the saliva trails after noting the form his limb took\n-Cook reinstated, is there anything identifying about the arm? If not specific species maybe evolution line or something unique about it that can be discerning?"
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "Seems like it... Goes in through the door? In fact, there's just a big doorway that's been cut *Into* It— Yes, a doorway cut into a door! Same kind of cut that the trees had, in fact. And inside the jail was...\n\n**The turbann?**\n\nThe Mimikyu's arm would grow quite hardened... With a bright silvery shade and multiple spikes developing on it. It was... Stiff, if anything. Perhaps somewhat uncomfortable? It was... A shell developed with a great helix."
},
{
"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "\"Your jail? You didnt happen to have a prisoner, did you? That would certainly make this easier\" *Larad looked at the broken down door and placed his claws around the cuts* \"Looks similar to the ones in the woods. Same rascal perhaps?\" *Was a broken door fair game? Probably, but better be safe than sorry* \"May I come in to check what else is inside? Our slimy friend might have left more than one trail for us to find\""
},
{
"author": "theplumbum",
"message": "\"Call me slimy again m8 an ill fuckin 'ave ya.\" The Turbann responded, indignantly."
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous couldn't help but let out a small laugh at the vampire's question about her, \"Hell no. I'm the sheriff.\" \n\n\"Yeah. Just don't get any ideas.\" She responded to his other inquiry, opening the door for him to enter, as any nice gentlelady does. That being said, she couldn't help but pause and stare in shock at the sight that awaited her.\n\nShe knew what she was looking at, but it was also ridiculous and unbelievable. She recognized it of course, she knew what Séaghdha's shellder looked like, but she had never seen it... Like this.\n\n\"Uh. Right...\" She took a moment to gather her thoughts.\n\n\"I think I get the gist of you being here but... Do you have a name?\" She'd walk inside once Larad did the same."
},
{
"author": "theplumbum",
"message": "\"Yeah, I got a name, I'm Nonna. That's nonna yer fuckin business, mate.\" The Turbann responded, bouncing a little in place but clearly not exactly being threatening at all. \"Where's that big juicy brain I've been munching on? Who took him?\""
},
{
"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "\"I meant it as in, with you being the sheriff, did you have anyone in the jail?\" *Larad corrected himself with a soft smile, before entering the jail... Or at least attempting to. He was too surprised by the smaller creature to take the step forward*\n\n\"Excuse my expression... Nonna... I didnt have a best descriptor for your. Now I do I suppose\" *For as rude as 'Nonna' was, it didnt look very threatening* \"The brain of the mayor? I'm unsure, I never quite entered his residence. Erm... Nonna, if you dont mind telling me, how did you end up so far from him?\""
}
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{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"Yeah, maybe!\"\n\nNicole was fishing around upstairs, but ultimately found nothing new of interest. Just them and their mugs for the end of time. \n\n\"What's up? We find the pack of beavers behind this yet?\" They smiled, oblivious to everyone else's departure.\n\n\"Look, by the way- look at this one.\" Nicole jingled Séaghdha's- no, *Their* Cup back and forth, before drawing out a green pen. \"Greens a you color. You should take it.\""
},
{
"author": "theplumbum",
"message": "\"Nahhhhhh m8 I was sleepin' like old sleepy slippers I got took off. Some bugger's put me in here like I'm some fuckin' degenerate, some fuckin' crim. Me!\" 'Nonna' shot back at the non-vampire, glaring threateningly. Or it would be threateningly, if not for the fact it was clearly about as harmful as a beached magikarp. \"Any of ya got tasty brains though? I ain't fussy.\""
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous smiled back to Larad at his correction. She'd have liked to answer him but she had some more important matters to attend to. At the inquiry about a tasty brain, Anonymous tucked her right arm behind her back, not wanting to give Nonna any ideas about Sylvia. It probably wasn't going to happen, but she was overly protective of her. \n\n\"Well... Want us to take you to him? He's at his home, talking complete nonsense without you. I'm sure his noggin's missin' ya.\""
},
{
"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "\"Should we... Carry them?\" *Larad poked the top of the shell before holding Nonna with a single pincir, trying to keep them away while picking them up* \"Do you have any ideas of who picked you? Did you see their face, their frame? Perhaps remember their head given your... Liking of brains?\""
}
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{
"author": "zacc_o",
"message": "\"N-Now hold on- *No-one* Is raiding anymon's belongings in a moment of weakness,\" Henry sternly interjected between the two of them. \"Nicole, please put those back,\" He would say to her before lending Torstein a listening ear.\n\nThough as he listened on, a pivotal detail within the report caught him almost completely by surprise. \"A *Robot of Neoni origin...?*\" He repeated after Torstein in a more breathy volume than before. \"Here in Fey? You're sure about this?\""
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"Not even one?\" Nicole gave a little tsk, but otherwise gave no objection. They put Seagdha's cup back on the shelf, but only after tucking a pen into their shirt pocket.\n\n\"Robots, huh?\" The Phione mumbled, as if they had even the faintest idea as to what was going on. With a tilt of their head, they turned to Henry.\n\n\"Whats up, Henricka?\" They folded their hands. \"S' just a robot.\" What was a robot? \n\n\"We haven't found much, I think. Mainly just pens? Good pens, though.\""
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n꧁~ From the distance, the worst bird of them all could be seen approaching. She seemed over this whole *Stupid* Investigation by now, especially because he had just been freshly battered and had something expensive ripped off of his person. \n\n◈ **\"I have a name, thief.\"** Cerul uttered, joining the group at large and glaring straight at Torstein. Not adding much to this post, just want to make an effor to show Cerul was here!\n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "Rotary 'Auto' Dial",
"message": "*Auto was here! She really wasn't sure what to do now, since he kinda spent most of the investigation in the woods, so they didn't know what to do other than just wait for everyone to come back.*\n\n\"Yeah, there's only really one option currently, and that it's a robot, especially since we found rust and stuff, and I know a thing or two about robots and robot Pokemon! Only problem is, I've never seen any kind of robot leave a footprint like the one we found.. So I'm not exactly sure (˘･_･˘)\""
},
{
"author": "Miss February (Floette)",
"message": "*Febby was also here but im dumb and forgot to say that earlier.* 'We also met a Kecleon businessmon in the clearing too. His name was Ceodore; We met him whilst he was trying to ambush the culprit.'"
}
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{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "\"Unfortunately there was no culprit there to ambush,\" Torstein said in response to February (completely ignoring Cerul's attempt at being a person). He turned back to Henry and Nicole. \"I'm not sure if it's true, but that's what the bird said. Considering how weird this whole situation is, I'd believe just about anything.\" \n\nHe didn't know much of anything about Neone, so he had no way of registering the supposed severity of this theory. To him, robot or not, he was going to find them and use them to extort the Order for money. He didn't even have much of a moral issue with their actions, beyond how weirdly inconsistent they were. Seriously, why pillage Fey of their trees? Guardian pines were probably way better than these fragile oaks. Whatever.\n\n\"Hm... I suppose we'll have to wait and see if the others can find the old fart's crown. With any luck he'll have some kind of lead when he isn't mentally deficient,\" He concluded. He casually flopped onto the mayor's couch or chair or whatever he could sit on without a care in the world."
},
{
"author": "zacc_o",
"message": "\"I see,\" He finally replied after soaking every detail from every 'mon in. After processing that information, Henry gave something of a troubled glance towards the floor, as blatant as he tried not to be about it. Something along the lines of what he heard appeared to be troubling him. A robot had somehow wound up within Feylian borders, not to mention with the possibility that this robot could have originated from *Neone.* Henry didn't want to acknowledge that possibility, but... The more he tried to deduce otherwise, it only made more and more sense. Of course, it was just a possibility right now. However, now that possibility seemed more likely. *Scarily* More likely. It left an uneasy feeling in Henry's gut.\n\n\"Got any clues as to where they might've run off to now? Or at least- where they'll be heading next?\" Henry then asked, making eye contact with the general group again while he tried very hard to hide away the unease behind his pupils, however failing miraculously to do so."
},
{
"author": "Rotary 'Auto' Dial",
"message": "*Auto didn't really have much input there she was kinda just standing there awkwardly like she was at a party where he knew nobody.*"
}
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{
"author": "Seaghdha",
"message": "*[acting on the presumption that this man has been given his hat back.]*\n\n\"Ahem.\"\n\n*The sound came from the back room, what had been previously a doddering old man standing up dead straight now he had both his mind and his cane back.*\n\n\"I would ask why so many of you are in my house but given the Sherrif has brought you, I would assume it is important?\""
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous huffed, lowering her head in annoyance while her hands were on her hips. \"Forgive me, Sir, it appears as though the general public as found it upon themselves to get into places they aren't welcome for the sake of an adventure. Shall I escort them all away?\" Her voice was genuine and slightly guilty, finding herself also annoyed by the sheer amount of people in a relatively small house like this."
},
{
"author": "Seaghdha",
"message": "\"I would like to hear their purpose for bein' here first. If someone here wished me harm, it would've already happened, wouldn't it? Aside that, half of the town is here. I think that sounds important enough for me to concern myself with.\""
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n◈ **\"I'll go first then, seeing as I' the most important 'mon here...\"** Cerul pushed past the crowd and forward, leering at the Mayor who's name I can't spell! **\"I'm here just to ask a couple questions, sir. What was all that drivel you were spouting of robots about?\"** \n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
}
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{
"author": "Miss February (Floette)",
"message": "*The Fairy chimed in from behind Cerul to provide some extra context.* 'You're aware of what happened to the trees in town, correct? We found where the wood was taken... And evidence suggests the culprit might have something to do with a 'Robots'.'\n*Seeing as she left before the group broke into the Mayor's home, she completely missed the part where he was zooted. Probably for the best since seeing a Mon in that state that might make her panic...*"
},
{
"author": "Rotary 'Auto' Dial",
"message": "*Auto was Behind Feburary and Cerul, although she didn't really talk much, since it seemed like the two were already doing all the talking, and he didn't really feel like he had any other statements that were important.*"
},
{
"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "\"I'm here *Against* My own wishes, but someone had to return the shell back to your head. 'Nonna' did give us permission to get you, and I suppose they are a resident here as much as you are\" *Boom, no vampire rules broken thanks to a funny hat*\n\n\"The reasons of the rest, I assume, relate to the missing trees outside\""
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "Torstein _did_ kind of want to throttle the old geezer for the trouble, but that would have to wait. He gave the Slowking a skeptical look. \n\n\"What's the last thing you remember, old timer? Something as important as that crown doesn't just slip away from you so easily, I'd hope. Someone probably took it from you.\" \n\nHe could just let the others fill the mayor in on what all's going on, he didn't care to. He just wanted to know what to do next; simple as that. He was still relaxing on the mayor's sofa/couch/whatever he happened to have without a care in the world, really."
},
{
"author": "Seaghdha",
"message": "\"Ah yes, well. Stealing a proportion of the forest is indeed a rather serious issue. If I recall...\" *Séaghdha began, resting both of his hands on his cane and thinking, closing his eyes up and casting his mind back.* \"Yes, young man, I think I could help. I believe I noticed it right after I had been working, on my desk. Wh- Hm. I seem to have misplaced my pens. I'll worry about that later. Regardless, I did step outside, I can't say that I was looking at a usual occurence. Then someone - it was a lady's voice but it wasn't you-\" *He said, gesturing to the Cacturne* \"-said something about 'assault' and how it wasn't permitted. I'm thinking, of course it wasn't, why does anyone need to explain that? There was no fight around me. Then things get somewhat... Blurry... Um. I assume you folks are to blame for the reclaiming of my friend here? I admit, I may find it difficult to think when separated from her.\""
},
{
"author": "zacc_o",
"message": "`\"Well, the mayor seems to have a functioning head again. That much is a relief for all of us, at least...\"` Henry sighed internally in relief, smiling gently a bit.\n\n`\"Still... He said something about a 'lady's voice.' Probably belonging to the same person who made off with the mayor's crown in the first place. But that begs the question... Did she, too, have anything to do with the town's agricultural disappearances? No, wait- If that were true, then why rob the mayor of his crown alongside all of that...? Something... About that doesn't add up...\"` Henry visibly shook his head in frustration standing in deep contemplation. `\"Could we just be going in circles now...? Unless...\"`\n\n\"...Is there anything else from beforehand which you can recall?\" Henry suddenly chimed in. \"Anything from before your mind went hazy? What this 'lady' looked like? Anything that may be valuable for us to know to find our culprit...?\""
},
{
"author": "thecrampiest",
"message": "Kyu would listen into everyone's conversations, now back in regular form. \n\nHe'd tilt his head a slight bit more with each statement from each person.\n\n\" So... The mayor is normal again? Or...? \" He'd question, attempting to get a clarifying inquiry from someone, pulling a few caltrops from his bag and tossing them up in the air a bit before holstering them back."
}
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{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "...That's odd. Very odd.\n\n...*Torstein, Raelin, and Larad might notice that they feel a bit lighter than usual...*\n\n```...Their weapons have disappeared! When could that have even happened!?```\n\nSurely the assailant can't be too far...\n["
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "Nicole felt just fine."
},
{
"author": "Rotary 'Auto' Dial",
"message": "*Auto was fine as well!*"
},
{
"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "\"Yes, the sheriff and I found your friend in jail... In the building I mean, not in any of the cells\" *Larad corrected himself while letting a claw dangle on his side... Wait, there was something missing there now!* \"Sheriff, you wouldn't happen to have seen a wooden stake, would you?\""
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "\"Last time I saw a wooden stake my second cousin was getting crucified for having a pen pal from another tribe.\" Anonymous responded curtly, looking around carefully, trying to look for any abnormalities around her."
},
{
"author": "Miss February (Floette)",
"message": "*She adressed the Gliscor* 'Is something the matter? You seem a little shaken.'"
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "**• Think Fast Numbnuts**\nA glint of light, seemingly from something reflecting the sun in the sky above, seemed to shine into the room through a window for just a brief moment. Those with quick eyes might have caught the spot of light as it shifted past."
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Wait...\n\nAnonymous glanced around hurriedly, trying to see if Cerul was still here and not, just for instance, getting carried away by a robot."
},
{
"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "*Larad nodded at the small fairy* \"It appears I dropped my stake somewhere... I should just trace my steps really\" *He was going to do that, and then something shined sunlight on him, causing a small recoil. Yup, he noticed, and Anon had too! The cactus even considered it important enough to observe what it was, and the bat followed suit*"
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n꧁~ Cerul was fine... And not scared. She looked a bit pissed off if anything; on edge and irritable. His gaze matched the sherif's and stared at her across the room.\n\n◈ **\"What are you looking at? Do I still have some of that berry in my face that the cat hit me with?\"**\n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "\"Yes.\" The Cacturne wore a satisfied smile."
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n꧁~ The anxious bird fiddled with wiping his cheek like some disease was spreading across it.\n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "Rotary 'Auto' Dial",
"message": "\"I think it's gone now- wait no- still there-\""
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n◈ **\"Guh-! Shut up...\"** Cerul uttered, turning away from the crowd.\n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "The Cacturne dramatically squinted her eyes at the bird for several seconds before uttering out with some snark, \"Oh wait, that's just your mug.\""
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n◈ **\"Fffgghhh-...!\"** Cerul made a rather ugly noise, lacking a response to anonymous' snarkiness... Cerul for once shrank to the back of the crowd, flustered...\n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "Torstein's axes were on the couch somewhere (we're gonna assume the mayor has a couch and you're gonna like it), and Torstein was at first too busy being amused by Cerul's torment to notice they were gone. Once he did feel around for them, however... \n\n\"... Where.\" \n\nHe pounced upright onto the ground, turning to examine the couch. Seemingly in some kind of emergency. \"Where...\" He repeated. \n\nWithout much warning he began tearing into the couch, tossing the cushions and such behind him as he searched in a frenzy. Once he verified they weren't there, he turned around. \n\n\"Where are they...\" There was only one person here he knew already had a history of stealing. He turned to Nicole. \"My axes. Where are they.\" \n\nBlack, metal claws were already out, kind of instinctually as without his axes they were his only weapons."
}
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{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "...There's yelling coming from outside."
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n꧁~ Cerul was happy Karma paid the cat a visit. 'Steal my necklace, have your axes stolen~' she thought. Cerul paused for a brief moment, hearing the commotion outside and swinging the door open.\n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "**\"Get back here, you metal pile of—\"** It was Lunisse, running toward the treeline. Of course, with the Lurantis having very poor balance, it was only a matter of time before her cane slipped and she fell flat on her face. \"Fuck!\""
},
{
"author": "Rotary 'Auto' Dial",
"message": "*Rotary as well noticed the commotion from the outside, he kinda already was outside but... He decided to go even more outside and follow where he heard the yelling, before noticing the lurantis from before, they seemed to be chasing someone, so the Golurk decided to talk to them.*\n\n\"Hey- did that person just steal your stuff as well?\""
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "\"Took my damned kitchen knives!\" ...So that would be a yes. \"Ran off when I drew near! I saw something red... Ish. I don't care who it is, I just wanna find 'em and kick ass!\" She leveraged her cane to get back to her feet, though it was certainly a troubling sight to see. She pointed at some brush across the way, with a glimmer of red *Juuuust* Moving past. \"Th-Thataway!\"\n["
},
{
"author": "Miss February (Floette)",
"message": "\"Took my damned kitchen knives!\" ...So that would be a yes. \"Ran off when I drew near! I saw something red... Ish. I don't care w...\n\n *February didn't wait for an answer to her initial question, she got all the confirmation she needed from the yelling outside.* 'Ah! Seems everybody else *Is* Missing their things.'\n\n*She made her way out the door of the Mayor's home and over to the bartender, quickly checking over her for any injuries from the fall or potential confrontation with 'red-ish something'.* 'That was quite the tumble. You aren't hurt are you? '\n\n*She noticed Lunisse mention whomever she was chasing prior to falling was metallic... That lines up with the rust found around Séaghdha's home and that found at the clearing with the stolen wood...*\n*The facts of this case had suddenly lined up perfectly in the Floette's mind; whoever cut down the trees must also be the weapon thief! However, her first priority is making sure the tavernkeep is unharmed.*"
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n꧁~ Cerul hastened up, trying to beat Auto out to the woods. He was very fixated on what the assailant was doing... Cerul did fall behind though, you can't really run with short talon feet, but eventually passed by the fallen figure. Other people were dealing with it...\n\n꧁~ Cerul dashed away and tried to follow that hint of red she saw in the woods.\n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
}
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{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "As soon as Lunisse's yells were heard from inside, the cat was out the door. Torstein was seeing red; literally. Chasing down the glimmer of red so single-mindedly caused Torstein to step on — and trip over — the fallen Lunisse!\n\nExcept, Torstein did a literal combat roll forward to save his momentum, back on his feet in no time after treading on the Lurantis. The raw speed of which he was running was... Actually exactly what you'd expect from a 60 pound metal cat. Certainly, he was running faster than any Perrserker had before, but in reality he was actually lagging a bit behind Cerul. \n\nIt was the thought that counts, right?"
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "\"N-No, I'm alr— *OOF!*\" Torstein ran straight over her, knocking the wind out of the poor Grass-Type. Whatever progress she had made on getting back to her feet was forfeit as her face abruptly met the dirt once again, her hat landing just out of her reach. All that came from the Lurantis after that was a pained and resigned groan."
},
{
"author": "Miss February (Floette)",
"message": "\"N-No, I'm alr— *OOF!*\" Torstein ran straight over her, knocking the wind out of the poor Grass-Type. Whatever progress she had...\n\n *She sighed, shaking head as the reckless kitty charged forward.* 'Honestly... Here, Let me help you out.'\n\n***February used Helping Hand*** *A faint shimmering light briefly enveloped Lunisse as the fairy held onto one of her scythes, helping the grass-type to stand back on her feet.*"
},
{
"author": "zacc_o",
"message": "*\"Wait... Is that-?\"*\n\nOnce Henry, too, squinted seeing the flash of chromatic red zoom by, the Eevee quickly followed suit after it, as well. Though unlike Torstein's brazenly direct approach for a chase, Henry instead trudged carefully *Around* The fallen Lunisse as Februray helped her up, glancing in their direction as he ran past them both, shouting in a quickened breath, \"Don't worry! We'll get it back! All of it!\"\n\nWell, he wasn't totally sure if he could ensure that, but he felt obligated to promise *Something.* That being said, Henry—\n```Trailblazed!```\n—on after the metal assailant alongside Torstein and Cerul... Or rather, *Ahead* Of Torstein now given the speed he was going."
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "Through the brush, they'd find... Another clearing! With everybody's weapons still in tact. Additionally, only a few of the trees here had been cut down. In one of the remaining trees— or, at least, a tall, stately hollow— A metallic red dress with gold trim was sticking out a little ways up, with its little mechanical legs flailing. From the tree, a feminine, synthesized voice emerged...\n\"P-Please help... Somebody?\" ...She sounded distressed. Seems she got stuck halfway inside of the hollow, though lord only knows what she was trying to do there..."
},
{
"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "*Larad had gone with the group, and would you look at that find! The wooden stake in the middle of a clearing. The bat went ahead and it picked up before looking at the weird creature*\n\n\"Can someone help them? I dont think I can do much without getting burned\""
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous was here and she was queer. Rushing out of the house at the sign of a crime, Anonymous moved into action. She was the sheriff after all, that was her job. She adjusted her shawl and went into action, running out the door and listening for the Lurantis's words. Soon enough, her eyes locked onto the glint of red in the brush. While she wasn't nearly as fast as some of the other people here, she was likely the most decisive. She ran straight through the brush, not minding the thorns and branches and such. \n\nThere. \n\nWeapons that had just gone missing. A halfway cleaved clearing, a witness directing her straight to em. She had most assuredly found the culprit. And they were in... Quite the predicament. She didn't recognize what species they were, but that was probably because they were halfway in a tree, so she didn't worry about it. Point being, she would stroll right on over to the tree that the robot was in, eyeing her carefully, watching for any sudden movements. She didn't wanna give her any advantage, as she might attack or flee as soon as she was free so... Anonymous moved a hand into her shawl and shuffled around in it for a few moments before she pulled out a set of handcuffs, very thin ones for very thin legs. Of course, she couldn't access the hands, so instead she grabbed the legs to **Clasp** Them around them, short chain keeping the legs almost as close together as they could. She didn't go to help the robot yet, instead loudly declaring to her while she stood over the tree. \n\n\"Whoever you may be, Miss, you are under arrest for suspected breaking and entering, robbery, and ecocide. Do not resist.\""
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "After stampeding into the clearing, Torstein's reward for his misdeed was picking up his axes before anything else. Taking a deep breath, he calmed down. The voice caused him to look towards it. Huh, so that's what a robot looks like. Neat. The Perrserker didn't really care at all, seeing as how she didn't exactly look competent, but neat. \n\n\"Nice work,\" Torstein applauded Anon's swift action. It wasn't often he complimented people, especially not people in positions of authority, but... Well, he respected the dedication and decisive action to follow it up. \n\nTorstein approached the tree and Pokemon stuck in it. He looked a little disappointed. He was expecting a fight after all this trouble, but it looked like that wasn't in the cards. Ah well, he'll just make sure to wring that Order Lucario of every penny she had later. \n\n\"Before I beat the shit out of you and the sheriff takes you away; in that order,\" He introduced as he shot the sheriff a satisfied look. \"I have to ask. What was the purpose of any of this?\""
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n◈ **\"Break a single gear on her body and you'll find yourself with a hefty target on your back. That doubles for the cat and the sherif.\"**\n\n꧁~ Cerul had been staying back, ashamed as a Neonian as the stupid robot found herself wedged in a tree. Cerul had face palmed hard for a few moments and needed time to collect her thoughts. After all was done, Cerul stepped forward and next to Anon, glaring daggers at Torstein. This idiotic cat was going to get himself killed someday talking like that. Personaly, Cerul would love to be there to see it.\n\n◈ **\"What a marvel, isn't she~? I wasn't lying when I said that she was the crowned jewel of Neone. A technological masterpiece that shows off our prowess as inventors~\"** Cerul gushed a bit, flaring that oh so preened ego he had. \n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "zacc_o",
"message": "Henry quickly followed as well, rushing into the clearing. It was at Anon's side where saw it; the mechanical marvel wedged in the bush of a tree. Though the rest of her upper body was currently concealed within the bush, seeing the lower half stick out like a twiddling sore thumb was enough for Henry to deduce that the perpetrator was indeed of mechanical nature.\n\nThen he heard Cerul speak up about it. And within a morsel of a second, Henry's heart dropped and his face turned pale...\n\n\"Crowned... Jewel of *Neone...?*\" He repeated softly, trying his darndest to mask his disquietude. It was as if his worst fears were coming to light in one fell swoop.\n\nBut... Wait a minute. How could *Cerul* Of all 'mons here know this? Unless...\n\nNervously, without moving his head a single inch, Henry directed his dilated, dread-filled eyes at Cerul.\n\n`\"No... Are they a-?\"`\n\nHis heart-rate went up at an alarmingly exponential rate now, beginning to realize just who Cerul was and what business they had here...\n\n`\"Sparks-! I have to... I have to warn them! I have to warn Isah and Topaz!\"`"
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous shot Torstein a glare at his threat, a firm and intense one. It wasn't a threatening gaze, more of just a vague \"Don't interfere.\" Even more than she didn't want help with Mal, she didn't want to acknowledge Cerul, so she wouldn't. Cerul was stupid and an annoyance. Rather, she stood tall and stared down at the cuffed legs, speaking into the stump, \"Miss. Please identify yourself.\""
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "\"D-Designation: Neonian Service Android Series Beta Unit 0001...\" Her voice was very muffled as it came through the tree. \"Er... What is an 'ecocide?' This word is... Not in my internal, uh... Dictionary.\" She tried pulling her upper body out again, but once again failed. \"Look, I have no reason to run away, okay? Please, just— Help me out of here, and I'll talk as much as you want.\" At the mention of Torstein beating the shit out of her, she very visually tensed up. \"P-Please don't hurt me! I don't mean you any harm— Whatever I did to cause you grief, I apologize, just... Please...\" Ah, shit. She was all panicked now."
},
{
"author": "zacc_o",
"message": "\"...\"\n\nHenry breathed out audibly at the service android's increasingly distressed calling for help. Sure she was a service android for Neone, but...\n\nSomething strange came over Henry all of a sudden. It was as if his own distress from before was suddenly put off to the side, and the panicked look on his face had vanished almost instantly in place of an adamant stare.\n\n\"...We should lift her out.\""
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "Ignoring both Henry and Cerul, the Perrserker poked and prodded before moving over to the side of the tree. \"No, no... You didn't cause _me_ any grief...\" _That was a fucking lie but whatever._\n\n\"But fine, we'll get you out. It's important to help your neighbor and all that, right? I'll carve right through this tree with my axes. Just keep in mind that my aim isn't the best, so any pieces you lose from me aren't my responsibility, alright?\"\n\nHe couldn't _actually_ cleave this tree like he said, but he figured this robot had no way of knowing just what Torstein was capable of. So he laid it on thick. \"Though... If you were to answer our questions quickly, we can all take our time and the kind sheriff can get you out of there without my help.\"\n\nA brief sound of Torstein shuffling around, to sell the vibe. \n\n\"I'll get into position, and start counting to ten. Then I'll tear through this tree and get whatever's left of you out of there. How's that sound?\"\n\nHe offered Anon a toothy grin. He wasn't actually getting into any position. He knew types like the sheriff. She was bound by the law. And sure, odds were Anon could probably do a full investigation and get the same information after hauling this robot to prison but... Torstein wanted answers, too. And he wanted to have a little fun along the way. Still, he made it known that he was — in his own way — trying to work with the sheriff rather than against her. Good cop and bad... Well, you know the saying. The legality meant nothing to him; he just wanted results."
}
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{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "\"A-A-Ask away! Just... Please be careful?\"\n["
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "Cerul here, hit like and subscribe so I can afford to use my brackets again ):\n\n**\"Why were you sent here first of all? What business is being done with this dump that I wasn't told about.\"** Cerul acted entitled to private plans and information like her presence in Neone was actually worth anything."
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "\"Sent here? What?\" She paused. \"N-Nobody sent me here. I came of my own accord! I haven't any immediate business in this lieu; I just wished to get away from my enclosure before something terrible were to befall me...\""
},
{
"author": "zacc_o",
"message": "\"Your... Enclosure?\" Henry chimed in suddenly, taking one step forward. \"What are you talking about? What... Made you want to come away from there?\""
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n꧁~ Here's my 1 subscriber special, the brackets are back!\n\n◈ **\"You just up and left through Neone? No special permission? Some of us work hard to get permission to leave for you to just disappear and gut a whole forest..\"** Cerul scoffed.\n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "Rotary 'Auto' Dial",
"message": "*Oh! It seemed like they found the culprit, and the culprit was.. A Pokemon he'd never seen before, though it was quite clear they were indeed a robot, despite her more... Aggressive companions, she seemed to be more curious on what their deal was more than anything, especially since they were not indeed sent here, but came here on their own accord?? Why were they stealing stuff then???*\n\n\"Wait, you're from Neone? How'd ya end up here? That place has a lot of security, you'd need to fake your own death probably to escape it- (• ▽ •?)\" *Rotary stared at the robot some more, before asking the question they had in mind the most.* \"Why were you even stealing everyone's stuff in the first place? (._.?)\""
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous was pretty good at assessing people's intentions. You don't spend 20+ years on the force without picking up some patterns after all. Even still... This was a pretty unique situation, so it took some time to figure out what she would do. After carefully listening to the words around her and the clear distress in the strange voice in the tree, she made a decision.\n\n\"Alright, alright, cool it with the questions, people.\" Anonymous loudly declared to those around her with confident and authoritative body language. This wasn't how interrogations were conducted, and *Especially* Not how the law was executed. This was not only inefficient, but humiliation too, and she didn't believe in that. Well, for most people. Some Neonians in particular are exempt. \"Alright. I've decided you are not a threat, so I'm going to lift you out\" She continued, hands on her hips as she spoke to the pair of cuffed legs. \n\nThinking quick, Anonymous fished another pair of handcuffs from her shawl and tossed it to Torstein, giving him an affirmative nod. That pair was somewhat adjustable for size and she estimated the wrist length,based off the legs, probably at least somewhat similar, to choose the specific pair. Giving the cat something to do and make him feel included would probably help keep this from escalating too far. \n\nAnd so, Anonymous would wrap her arms around the bit of torso poking out of the tree, squeeze tight, and try her best to **Pull** The mysterious criminal right out."
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{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n◈ **\"Pff, didn't you hear it in the name? Beta Unit. Zero-zero-zero-one.\"** Cerul rolled his eyes to Torstein's remark. **\"Of course she's rougher around the edges. Neone just needed a bit of time to... Hash out the design and finally get them working, yeah.\"** Cerul was mostly talking out of her ass... Defending an honor that was probably long gone by now. Cerul knew of Magearna, not of how they were made... \n\n◈ Cerul tried to step in about now. Not directly getting in the way but still impeding the arresting process. **\"N-now now, you aren't going to arrest her, right?\"** \n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Well this was interesting. She had never encountered anything like this, well, not to this severity anyway. Eugenics. Selective breeding. Brainwashing. And she was from Neone? Those sick fucks... She had half a mind to punch Cerul to vent her anger. How could someone condone this sort of thing!? This poor gal...\n\nEven so, she had to go about solving this conundrum. She turned to Torstein, slightly unsure, but still with authority in her statements. \"Well ignorance of the law does not exempt one from it but... This is clearly a unique situation.\" And so, she'd turn to the Magearna, crouching down to put them on the same level, speaking carefully, like an adult to a child, \"Well lass... Some of the rules around here are not the same as the rules for where you came from. How about you come with me and I'll help ya learn em, and I'll even find ya a place to rest. Whaddya say?\""
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "He didn't really show it beyond a slight smile (something Torstein generally doesn't have), but part of him was satisfied to see Anon willing to perform her work in a more sensible way than mere strict following of their code. He wouldn't have stopped her otherwise, but there was something about the sheriff that gave him slightly more of a positive opinion of Fey, or at least Fey's authority. If only the mayor and Order were like her. \n\n\"Well, it looks like the sheriff has this handled. Are we helpers needed any more? If not, we should head back and report to that Order Lucario. Unless miss Beta Unit has something more for us?\""
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "\"Th-That would be wonderful! Thank you very much.\" The machine smiled, as she turned to Torstein. \"Well, er... No. Although, in the meantime, if you could make sure all of the things I've misplaced could return to their rightful owners... That would probably be ideal. Again— I'm really, really sorry!\" She struggled to get herself mobile again, as she still had cuffs on her legs, but assuming they did, she seemed more than willing to follow the Cacturne to wherever she was intending to bring her... Although the Eevee's nervous gaze met hers. \"...Oh, pardon. Are you okay, sir?\"\n\nMeanwhile, back in front of the mayor's home, Lunisse was back on her feet again, and was impatiently waiting for the group to return, culprit in hand. \"Oooh, I'm gonna give that ratty feline a piece of my fuckin' mind once he gets back here... Him *And* That thief!\" ...Yeah, she was fuming. \"It's one thing to tread on a *Lady,* But to walk all over one with a poor leg? Poor balance? For *Shame.*\"\n["
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous would go ahead and unlock the girl's leg cuffs. She trusted her, but you could never be too sure, so she made sure she left the arm ones on. \n\n\"Perrserker. Do the weapons. Eevee and Gliscor, return the berries. I'll... Figure out something with the wood. Maybe we can build something with it, don't wanna let it go to waste. Don't worry friend, I'll take care of ya.\" She gave the robot a friendly pat on the back and a tip of the hat."
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "\"On it,\" Torstein sounded amicably. Gathering up all the stuff that wasn't relegated to the others, he made his way back to town. It took him a bit of time, but everything would be returned spare a few kitchen knives. He had gone door to door to return the objects he had, but no one accepted the knives as theirs. Who could it be? He had a feeling he heard about kitchen knives being stolen, but where?\n\nBy now he was strolling up to the mayor's house; the last house he hadn't checked, thinking they must've been his. He attempted to pass by Lunisse without even a glance, not connecting the dots that they were hers or remembering a certain act of harm he had performed against her before."
}
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{
"author": "Miss February (Floette)",
"message": "\"Th-That would be wonderful! Thank you very much.\" The machine smiled, as she turned to Torstein. \"Well, er... No. Although, in ...\n\n *The Floette had stayed beside the grass-type while awaiting the others to return. She wanted to make sure nobody ~~else~~ around town had got hurt during the robbery of their belongings.*\n'If it would be of any help to you, Mrs Lunisse, I would gladly aid you in the replanting of all your uprooted berry bushes.'\n\n\n*Or he would ignore them both- That seemed equally likely.*"
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "Lunisse, on the other hand, was far more vocal. **\"Oy! Feline!\"** She hollered, stamping her cane into the ground. \"Them's m'kitchen knives! Give'm here, eh? I've got somethin' real nice to give in return for 'em!\"\n["
},
{
"author": "zacc_o",
"message": "\"Huh-? Oh, y-yeah, I'm fine,\" He stammered in response to the android as he was imminently brought back to reality. It was obvious that he wasn't fine, but that wasn't something he was going to open up about right now.\n\n`\"Should I tell them? No, I- I probably shouldn't. If I reveal myself as a Neoni to them, that'll just complicate things. Maybe I should... Keep this knowledge to myself for now. Still... I'd better tell Isah and Topaz.\"`\n\nHis eyes soon nervously met with Cerul again from afar.\n\n`\"If`*`they're`*`here in Fey as well, then... We might not be safe here anymore.\"`\n\nHenry sighed sullenly, and even heavier on the inside, shaking his head with his gaze averted towards the ground.\n\n`\"Sparks... How did it come to this? After all this time, I thought we were-\"`\n\nBefore he could complete that thought, however, he was spontaneously brought to the attention of Anon's orders to help reallocate the town's supply of berries, to which Henry immediately nodded and responded, \"Ah- Y-Yeah! Got it!\"\n\nHe then turned to Larad beside him, masking his unease behind his attempt at a sprightly front. \"L-Let's be off, then.\" And with Larad hopefully following along with him, Henry made for the town's berry crops, offering one last concerned sideways glance at the android being escorted by the sheriff behind them before looking away again."
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{
"author": "speggatoto",
"message": "Hey- wouldya look at that, some new faces in Fey's town square. Or maybe just one face considering that Yamask seems to have missed the memo on the whole 'mask' thing...\nThey seem to just be loitering around for now."
},
{
"author": "Gato (Runerigus)",
"message": "'What are we even doing in this dinky-ass town?' *The Runerigus would fold its arms as it looked around, seemingly perturbed by the mere idea of being here.*"
},
{
"author": "Toesey (Yamask)",
"message": "'Dinky? This is Fey's most populated settlement!! And 'sides, I caught wind that the pigs are out of town~' *They winked at their companion, poking their tongue out.*"
},
{
"author": "Bearnas",
"message": "*Those two sure were there, but so was the vengeful filled candle. Thievul, Escavalier, Aegislash. Those were the three types of Pokemon Bearnas was keeping an eye out for. Her bitter flames burning with fury as she remininced about how they bested her in combat a while back... Yet she was far from getting over it. She wanted nothing more than for them to pay the price of daring to mess with her, the terrial tribal way.*\n\n*She obviously stuck out like a sore thumb, violet cracked armor with a more than noticeable state of emotions. And as she was brisk fully travelling through the hub, the place where she assumed that vampire was talking about, taking no time to pass through everyone in her way... This included Gato and Toesey, and she wasn't particularly nice about it either.*\n\n\"**Move.**\" *She would hiss in a hostile tone as she tried to push through this crowd via brute force.*"
},
{
"author": "Toesey (Yamask)",
"message": "Toesey did his best to keep an eye out for anybody who might make a good target. Bearnas' already stood out but approaching these fools was just *Begging* For trouble. Upon being spoken to, the feline yamask put on a mischivous look and did this whole dramatic turn around to face the stranger, deliberately getting in their way more than before.\n 'Woah- Why the long face buddy?'"
},
{
"author": "Bearnas",
"message": "*And she would stop in place when the stranger got in her way. Bearnas would proceed to stare at the Yamask with an ironically cold stare for such a fiery 'mon. Her blades stiffened as if clenching them with fists she did nit wield, expressing notable hostility and annoyance.*\n\n*...Buuuuttt someone talking would likely be giving answers. Though these were not the Pokemon she was looking for, they could probably give answers. So, instead of answering the question, she would retort with her own.*\n\"Not your business, but I must ask: have you seen an Aegislash recently?\""
}
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{
"author": "Ryavi ",
"message": "Talk about out of place.\n\nGranted, he hadn't exactly *Tested* It yet, but supposedly revealing his past in a place like this would basically get Ryavi *Executed on the spot* If they managed to apprehend him. This wasn't his *First* Time, of course, but it WAS the first time he wasn't in such a place on *Campaign* Or the like! Although other burly-looking 'mons weren't *Nonexistent,* The Typhlosion definitely found himself receiving (and giving) some very odd looks to the others around Wisterwood.\n\nSure; he'd made *One* Friend here, but Everett was obviously a pretty big exception. *He wasn't even a native!* Speaking of which, he still had to tell his other 'friend' about that whole deal — the one who apparently really HAD been tired, judging by him still being asleep. Nonetheless, Axe continued to more or less wander around the city, trying to find *Some* Place where he could practice to himself and go over the basics of combat in his own head, just so he could be sure what to teach to his *Own* New student. Finding something like that wasn't proving the easiest, though..."
},
{
"author": "_faram",
"message": "*The Town Square- The Traveler's Hub. A place to come for a selection of jobs or to find something to do. It... Wasn't Cyndi's ideal place, but it could get her started, somewhere. It could make her feel less tense about this whole 'adventuring' thing, but it hadn't been her first rodeo-*\n*Not in some time, at least. She was strong, brave. Jaded by the years that had passed her by, but that wasn't either here nor there, really.*\n\n*Right now? Her main thing was to discuss directions- It was to find where to go in order to find what she was searching for. She needn't introductions, flattery, or long drawn out conversation. She was just getting down to business, and this was how she would get down to it- Finding the locals and asking them of where to go - what to do. Discussing things and getting a generalized or vague-ish idea of where she should spend her time looking.*\n\n*Some 'mon pointed her left, some right, others told her that they knew what she was looking for and it ultimately led to her nodding along and taking it as if it were some redefining destiny that would pave the way to her finding her ultimate purpose...*\n*One thing's for sure, is that she's stompin' 'round and looking for stuff.*"
},
{
"author": "Ryavi ",
"message": "Small world, wasn't it? Ryavi fit a similar description until his focus was interrupted by voice only he could hear."
},
{
"author": "Ryavi",
"message": "🧭 *<<Ugh... Axe?>>*\n\n🔥 *<<AYYYYY!! **Took** You long enough, Scouty boy! Thought I was gonna be on my own for the next WEEK!>>*\n\n🧭 *<<Yeah, hilarious... Where are we?>>* \n\n🔥 *<<What, you don't know?>>*\n\n🧭 *<<I've spent the last ancestors-know-HOW-many waking hours making sure we'll be able to __talk__ to anyone here, sorry if I can't remember the names of a couple foreign places.>>*"
},
{
"author": "Ryavi ",
"message": "The Typhlosion rolled his eyes, although the action to anyone who would've somehow been able to see was pretty slight. As he began to turn a corner, Axe wasn't exactly paying much attention to the outside world, as most of his was going towards the conversation."
},
{
"author": "_faram",
"message": "*And as he wasn't paying mind, nor attention? He would eventually find that he bumped into another 'mon-*\n*More specifically, the burly wings of a Charizard...*\n*The 'mon seemed to, at first, turn around and narrow her eyes.* \"...Yeah-?\" \n\n*She wasn't one to start a fight over nothing. It was... Not worth the effort, nor time, especially when she was in search for something else. It wouldn't be found if she got so unnecessarily aggressive with a passer-by.*\n\"You uh, know your way around-? I'm in search for something. I kinda need an experts keen eye. Looking for some underground connections 'n' the like. Get me some'mon's who know their ways around shit and for a way to get a ball rolling. You got any ideas-?\" *Her body language was... Fair. It didn't hold any faults - not on guard, not looking for a fight. Just stood there, almost as if she believed that he had the answers she was looking for-*\n\n\"Mon that can accompany me as I trek towards a certain goal, y'feel?\""
},
{
"author": "Ryavi",
"message": "🔥 *<<Relax, will ya? It's thaaaaat... 'Wisterwood' place. Still early morning.>>*\n\n🧭 *<<OH... Okay, right... Right. So, what happened t->>*"
},
{
"author": "Ryavi ",
"message": "All of a sudden, *Both* Of the two had their attention snapped back to the outside world due to accidently running straight into the hulking lizard before them. Although Scout was merely startled, Axe had a much more *Involved* Reaction, reflexively stepping back and into a readied stance for a half second. Assuming that didn't elicit any similar response from the Charizard, however, he did his best to regain his composure a moment later.\n\n\"*...Ah.* Sorry a'out 'at, eh... Maim.\" He apologized, having not been entirely educated on how to pronounce the term 'ma'am'. That aside, after taking a moment to translate, he continued.\n\"Nah, firs' day 'ere. Pro'bly gonna be lookin' fa' some'in like 'at *Meself,* Soon. Actu'ly, is 'ere any place 'round 'ere 'at I can warm myself up?\""
},
{
"author": "_faram",
"message": "\"...You uh- You said a *Whole* Lot of words.\" *Her face... Scrunched and crunkled. Her exterior motions started to become a little disjointed. Awkward.*\n*Her eyes would start to veer and stare directly at the Typhlosion before her... And then?*\n\"Y'know. I don't know. I have no clue where you could warm yourself up. Warming yourself in like, a warm spot-? I mean, you're capable of warming yourself, right..-?\" *She clearly hadn't clocked on what was going on here- She was a little less involved, and she wasn't gonna ask for introductions...*"
},
{
"author": "Ryavi",
"message": "🔥 *<<Hey...! Thought you said that 'warming up' could mean, like... Getting yourself ready??>>*\n\n🧭 *<<I- **I** Thought so too...?? I... Guess not, though? Listen, she looks kinda busy, let's just->>*\n\n🔥 *<<C'mooon, just LOOK at her! Closest thing to a Vahn we've seen in forever! Let's give her a try.>>*\n\n🧭 *<<Ugh...>>*"
},
{
"author": "Ryavi ",
"message": "\"*Ah,* Nah. I mean, eh... Place ara'nd 'ere, t' practice my fightin'? Ya look like ya'd know.\"\n\nAs confusing as Ryavi's accent might've sounded to the Charizard, *THEY'D* Been spending the last couple weeks trying to figure out what was, to them, a foreign accent that was just as tough to understand. *And they hadn't even gotten a BREAK from it!*"
},
{
"author": "_faram",
"message": "\"...Oh.\" *She nodded her head,* \"That kind of warming up- Yeah, I wouldn't know, sorry. Me personally? I just get into small scuffles and brawls- Try and not let that shake my resolve. If you really wanted to, I could fight you- Only problem...\" *She looked towards his sword and pointed at it-* \"Don't like those things...\"\n\n*She was... A purist, in that aspect. A puritan when it came to combat.* \"Fights are meant t'be fair, and there's nothing more fair than using what you got rather than using a method that feels cheap- Cheapens the flow of it all. Makes it feel less appealing- Less like something was won.\" *Her head began to nod up and down, her arms crossing-* \"Of course, I ain't one to say: Let's absolutely fight! It'll be a showstopper! But...- I don't exactly like fighting unless I need to or want to. In this case? It ain't either- I'd kinda just be doing it outta pity, if that makes sense?\" *She was thinking too much about this, and she could tell - some part of her would fall silent as a smirk started to widen on her face and she looked off to the side, shrugging it off and flapping her wings a little bit.*\n\n\"Try wandering out into the wilderness- Maybe a board has a quest or job that might require your aid- Hell, I believe that's a springs somewhere around here, which I believe is usually empty and lifeless, which gives far more free reign and power t'you, I'd imagine.\" *Those were all of the things she could list off of the top of her head! Alas, that was just about everything necessary-*"
},
{
"author": "Ryavi ",
"message": "*...So THAT was her attitude, hm?*\n\nAlthough Axe could absolutely respect the bravery involved in choosing to abstain from using weapons, to insult a Vahnic 'mon's tools of combat was to insult the 'mon themselves — and he was *Absolutely* Not about to let his people be mocked in such a way."
},
{
"author": "Ryavi",
"message": "🧭 And it's not like this was the first time, either. Scout already knew very, *Very* Well that he wasn't going to be able to talk his companion out of this... Whether he liked it or not. Might as well save himself the effort.\n\n*<<Look, just... Keep her in one piece, alright? And please, just let this one be __quick.__>>*\n\n🔥 *<<Yeah, yeah, whatever.>>*"
},
{
"author": "Ryavi ",
"message": "The Typhlosion pointed back at her, taking on a slightly more aggressive tone.\n\"...Maim, I can *Fight* Ya wit'out my weapons, butchya *__ain't__ gonna be insultin' my peop'e like 'at.\"*"
},
{
"author": "_faram",
"message": "\"...Your people-?\" *She looked puzzled, cupping her chin and then soon scratching her nose.* \"Your weapon has a history, I presume, then-? Tradition.\" *It almost felt like a rhetorical question with the way she said 'tradition', but there was no follow-up. She simply fell silent, closed her eyes and tapped her foot, getting an understanding of the situation - another perspective, if you will.*\n\n*She would shrug, her gaze shifting off to the side as she smirked.*\n\"...Tradition always felt like a crutch to me. Something to hold onto because you can't claw your own way out of the rubble and grime, if that makes sense?\" *It... Grew... Worrisome. Worrisome in a way that was... Alarming-*\n*Then she fell silent, wanting to wait it out, to see how the blood boiled-*\n*To see what kind of reaction she could get from the Typhlosion.*"
}
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{
"author": "_faram",
"message": "\"That your weaponry is a crutch for your lack of capability? Yeah. I absolutely am.\" *The Charizard glared at the Typhlosion as he took that step forward. She wasn't being smug or cocky, there didn't seem to be any arrogance in her voice - she was just being dead serious. There wasn't anything that needed to be said afterwards, really. She simply sat there, waiting it out-*\n*What would the Typhlosion do? Would he get mad and throw the first punch? Would he simply sit there and let her insult him and his culture more-? Really, it didn't matter to her. All that mattered was that he would either get on outta here, or she would just keep peppering him with insults.*\n\n\"Whether you like to hear it, **Or not.**\""
},
{
"author": "Ryavi ",
"message": "*Oh, she did NOT just fucking say that.* That was it, this stupid lizard was going *DOW-*"
},
{
"author": "Ryavi",
"message": "🧭 *<<HEY! I'm still HERE, you know! __Chill the hell out!__>>*\n\n🔥 *<<HELL no! This bitch is __not__ gonna just stand here an->>*\n\n🧭 *<<Just. Let. It. __Go__. We **Just** Got here, and you are NOT gonna get us in trouble already.>>*\n...After saying that, Scout realized that nothing he could say would actually help the situation alone. As much as HE would rather that they just didn't fight, all that anger the Charizard was building up in his companion had to go *Somewhere,* And it was probably best that it not be directed towards some innocent bystander... But then again, it'd *Also* Best done be somewhere more appropriate for the occasion.\n*<<...Okay, look, fine. But just... Move over, I'm at LEAST getting you two somewhere where you won't attract authorities or something.>>*\n\n🔥 *<<Then just... Do it fucking QUICK!>>*"
},
{
"author": "Ryavi ",
"message": "After a stare that was a fair bit longer than Cyndi probably expected — and actually became rather vacant after a few seconds — the Typhlosion finally responded. Did he sound just a tad different, though? His tone was a bit more even than it had been a moment prior...\n\n\"Wahl if ya 'at sure, t'en why don' we find us a place for ya to *Prove* It?\" He suggested, crossing his arms. \"Ya shouldn't be 'avin' any problems at *ALL,* If ya telling t'e trut'.\""
},
{
"author": "_faram",
"message": "\"I won't. My money is where my mouth is.\" *She. Was sure of this. She wasn't exuding this confidence for no reason- She knew of her strength. The certainty was unparalleled, it was likely that she knew what she was signing herself up for the moment that this ordeal was gonna go down-*\n\n*The suddenness of this challenge, from the following insults to the Typhlosion's ideologies and who he was? It wasn't likely that she was talking all of this shit without being able to back it up. There was an air around her- A feeling like no other. She was going to exert this victory, even if it meant getting brutal or going too far— But, the Typhlosion wasn't new to such a thing, was he-? A veteran, a warrior, as was she- But, they had two very different upbringings into their expertise. Very different lifestyles that led them into being the way they were-*\n\"You pick the location.\""
}
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{
"author": "_faram",
"message": "*She shrugged. Yeah, this was about how it'd be. The Charizard followed closely behind the Typhlosion, keeping up and staying on pace with relative ease-*\n\n*It wasn't anything super difficult to do! But more than that- It wasn't something she was opposed to. She knew what she was getting into. Every second of this entire trial of a conversation had brought her down and made her less compassionate.*\n\n*This fight wasn't going to be easy, however it may prove a good warmup and a good way to stoke the flames and get a better grasping and understanding of what kind of 'mon she would be dealing with-*\n\n*A battle between traditions and idealism- Should she be the victor, she would rub in the fact that the blade is nothing more than phoney- A fallacy that would only prove to make a 'mon stronger and have an inherent advantage-*"
},
{
"author": "Ryavi ",
"message": "Although it took a short while, the two eventually managed to find a decently-sized empty lot that was clear of foot traffic. No trees, abundance of grass, wooden buildings or other easily-flammable structures nearby, either, making it was the ideal arena for two tried-and-tested Fire-types."
},
{
"author": "Ryavi",
"message": "🧭 *<<Alright, this seems like a good place.>>*\n\n🔥 *<<Good. Now move it already, I'm gonna teach this woman some **Respect.**>>*\n\n🧭 *<<Don't- ugh. Just listen here: **Do. NOT. __OVERDO IT__.** We got plenty of looks just walking down the streets, and ancestors help me, we are NOT about to become fugitives after one day. __You hear me__?>>*\n\n🔥 *<<Won't you just RELAX for once in your life? For the last time, I'm not gonna KILL her! I'm just teaching her a lesson!>>*\n\n🧭 *<<Don't make me regret trusting you.>>*\n\n🔥 *<<Come on, you won't. Just let me at it.>>*"
},
{
"author": "Ryavi ",
"message": "\"'Ere we a'e.\" He proclaimed, after a moment of apparent zoning out. \"Naow... *Rules?\"*\n\nAs he'd said earlier, Axe was entirely willing to fight with or without his armaments. One didn't live through nearly two full decades — or in his case, technically around *Four TIMES* That much — of an intense war-focused lifestyle by solely relying on being propped up by what he was holding. Without a doubt, those two weapons on his hips had caused immeasurable bloodshed all on their own, but his bare hands hadn't been much less potent."
}
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{
"author": "_faram",
"message": "*And so, the docks themselves felt as if they had sprung to life. The waters were no longer stable, constantly shifting and changing form, as if there were a creature moving within them - it seemed abnormal. Like there was something moving and swimming through it- A constant swivelling and squirming of the small waves that would almost have the implication that something was moving in it. Then there were a sudden barrage of bubbles that came from it, regurgitating from the oceans and popping upon its surface.*\n\n*Before long, silence came back, nothing more unsettling happening. It was chilling, haunting even- Like a ghost or a sea-monster was only one veil between the Skitty and their safety- Nothing could be seen, only the reflective light of the moon from there...*"
},
{
"author": "solenstelluna",
"message": "*Immediately, the Skitty jumps into action at the sight of the movement water.*\n\n*Literally.*\n\n*Her body leaps up like a coil sprung for fun, landing on the ground with her back arched as she slowly stepped away from the pier. Her eyes remained fixated on the water, hoping whatever it was that swam within would reveal itself soon.*\n\n*She wasn't going to scream out that desire. That would be showing off her fear too easy. The Skitty felt that in times like this, it was always important to come off as close to being in control of the situation as possible. Especially in the moments she didn't. Like right now. In her eyes, confidence could sometimes be the key between still being here and not.*\n\n*The Skitty's tail swung like a pendulum behind her as she began to survey her surrounding area, attempting to ready herself to swat at anything coming from another direction.*\n\n*To say tonight was getting interesting would be a true statement. The fact it was unlike anything the Skitty expected so far was only making that more factual, really.*"
},
{
"author": "_faram",
"message": "*And then... From the depths a 'Mon bursted out, the water itself shooting up alongside them- The small droplets echoing and reflective of the moon's glow. It was almost fantastical - watching this 'mon coated in shadows rupture apart the waters so that she could simply shoot out from the waters and land behind the Skitty...*\n\n*Their fur was matted and unkempt, practically covering her entire form and sagging down all over her body - from her face to her paws. It gave her the look of a weird looking Mabosstiff...-*\n\n*And then? She began to shake, getting all of the water out of her the best she could, covering the pier and the accompanying Skitty in water too. No sense of decency and a complete lack of forethought- All of the water that wasn't shook off trickled down her, and her fur would then puff upwards...*\n*One more glance. One more hard look-? And boom... Then what this 'mon was, well? It was apparent! It was a Lycanroc! But they seemed... Off- their colours were various from darks to lights and it looked like it was dyed just for the sake of it!*\n\n\"Hey!! Hi~!! Heya!!\" *She looked over at the Skitty and her tail began wagging. Excitable fella she was!*"
},
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"author": "solenstelluna",
"message": "*The Skitty watches in awe at the entrance, her mouth agape as her head followed the direction of the leaping stranger. Truly, this moment was indescribable for her.*\n\n*She then turned her whole body to face the newly revealed pokémon, who stood there sopping wet as she did. The Skitty widened her eyes, getting what seemed like a good look at the stranger, only to start being met with a rush of water right after.*\n\n*What a lovely first impression, thought the Skitty while she closed her eyes and covered her face with her tail in order to shield herself from the coming onslaught of the droplets. It was too late, however, as the Skitty still ended up slightly drenched.*\n\n*First, this stranger spooks her out of her mind by pretending to be a creature of the deep. Then, they reveal themselves to not have the decency to dry off in a way that leaves her wet instead. Things were not looking very good for them so far but surely, this was about as bad as it would get, right? Nothing else to send her off the wall was going to happen tonight?*\n\n*The Skitty was seriously hoping and praying to whatever could make that be the case would do so.*\n\n\"Well, hi there too, but come on! You got me all wet!\" *The Skitty said angrily after the stranger spoke her salutations.* \"How long were you in that water, anyway?! What was your end goal in mind, seriously?\""
},
{
"author": "_faram",
"message": "\"A lil' water didn't hurt no-mon!\" *A smile would widen on her face as she would begin approaching the Skitty, tilting her head and having a wide smile upon her face!*\n\"My end goal was to catch a fish! But I guess I caught a complaint about how I conduct myself instead!\"\n*Her nature was jovial, her body language saying it all as she started dancing from side-to-side, almost as if she were attempting to play like any Rockruff would to one another! Like a game of catch-!*\n\n\"Fish are **Hard** To grab! Super quick! Ain't no way my jaws are fast enough to get them! Especially in the water...\" *And then the reflection came to her upon the waves themselves that she stared blank faced towards...*\n\n\"I'm an idiot, my Arceus...\" *With the most straightforward statement, a poker face came along with it, almost as if she hadn't realised-*\n\n*And then she began rolling onto her back, howling, laughing and going between sudden barks and whimpers-*\n*She was either crazy... Or just seemed to find comedic value in a lot of things...*"
},
{
"author": "solenstelluna",
"message": "*Well, that was true. It wasn't like she was soaked to the bone, after all. It was just a bit of a shock, and getting hit with any kind of water didn't happen to be on the schedule today.*\n\n*As for that end-goal, it made a lot of sense. She could tell it wasn't really something the Lycanroc was lying about, considering how ecstatic and playful her body language came off as. And realizing how empty this place was, it might have been a bit of a surprise for her to see another around here too.*\n\n*And then, silence began its hang in the air. The Skitty's eyes darted from the left to the right before looking straight at the stranger as she processed what they had stated. She knew she wasn't supposed to fight fish in THEIR territory, right? The Skitty's face grew... Intrigued, in a concerned kind of way. That was arguably the best manner of putting it as she watched the stranger fall to the floor, seemingly having a good time.*\n\n*Stella didn't quite know what to say from here. But she attempted to do so anyway, with little thought going into it as she scritched her cheek with the feelers on her tail.*\n\n\"So... Who are you, exactly? And how long have you been here?\""
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{
"author": "_faram",
"message": "\"...Make it up to me-?\" *Now that was weird. No, not the Lycanroc's decisions or what she was doing. She found it strange that this Skitty went from judging her to immediately trying to rectify such a thing. A few moments of uncertainty arose- She was puzzled, and as the water drifted and grew more calm, as the night sky continued to beam down its soothing light? She stopped. She sat down, front-paws keeping her stood upright as she nodded a few times over.*\n\n\"It's not really an act. It's just that I never really had this level of certainty in my life, it feels like. A lot of it's been... 'something', so to say.\" *Every unhinging of her maw, every word she spoke, it seemed to come from a place that was genuine, however? She had no real clue as to how she could properly handle this- It was a situation.*\n*One that didn't seem to cast doubt upon, but one that she most certainly had to get through with urgency.*\n\n\"Like- You ever thought you couldn't like, I 'unno-...\" *And so, the words were whisked away from her mouth, every word she planned on saying falling off to the wayside as she pretended to forget.*\n\"...Y'know-?\""
},
{
"author": "solenstelluna",
"message": "*To say that the Skitty was perplexed about what the Lycanroc was talking about would be a big understatement.*\n\n*Stella wasn't anywhere near sure what she was trying to get at. She knew that the giddiness wasn't an act. But what was it she had been feeling certain about, exactly? Getting the fish? Making a friend? And what couldn't she feel like doing at the end there, really?*\n\n*None of this made sense to Stella, as she kept herself locked on to the stranger with a look of uncertainty. She really didn't know what to say, as she couldn't register a point the Lycanroc was trying to get across. But because she felt these words came off as if they meant something to her, she didn't want to knock it all off as gibberish.*\n\n*It was best to say it up front that she wasn't sure what was going on, thought Stella. She wondered if she could get in a better position to try and fix things that way.*\n\n\"No, I'm... Not exactly sure what you mean,\" *Stella stated as she looked to the ground and away from the stranger for a split second, then putting her focus back on her.* \"Like, at all. You're kinda confusing me here, honestly.\""
},
{
"author": "_faram",
"message": "\"...It's fine! It's just kind of a thing about me, y'feel-? Just one of those things that you just, can't ever change!\" *She couldn't help but tap her paw against the floor a little, her eyes darting over to the Skitty before she brought herself up to her feet, waltzing over and dragging her paws against the ground...*\n\n\"It's no problem, really! But, anyways, I'm just thinking, right-? Like, I haven't even given you my name! I'm Samantha!\" *The Lycanroc smiles, her paw stroking against the ridge of her nose a little, head hung low as a means to reach up to her nose...*\n\n\"So, what about you? What're you doing out here, other than to get some peace and quiet-?\""
},
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"author": "solenstelluna",
"message": "*Samantha...*\n\n*What a nice name. And it was good to get just a better idea of which she was talking about.*\n\n*Yeah, Stella understood. Just thinking, and all. She did it a lot, now that she confronted the thought.*\n\n\"I'm just going to hang around for the night,\" *Said Stella while looking off and pointing her tail to the distance.* \"See, I have my bag over there and everything.\"\n\n*She hadn't seen anybody around before Samantha, after all. And she assumed that so long she left before morning and kept everything in as tip-top shape as possible, her sticking around would be fine. Cause really, who knew whether or not somebody else was using this place first and had simply left for a while before she got here?*\n\n*Just to prepare for that possibility, Stella didn't have much set up. Only the bedding and the satchel put on top of it were hers. And right now, that was just fine with the Skitty.*"
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{
"author": "_faram",
"message": "\"Oh! So you're just here, hanging around for the night! That's neat.\" *The Lycanroc couldn't help but now her head, almost as if she were honouring them in some capacity - either it was acknowledgement or some form of gesture that was tightly connected to her culture! Whether or not the Skitty would take it, it was down to her, really!*\n\n*The preparations had been made, the bedding had been set, and admittedly? The Lycanroc couldn't just sit idly by for now, so-*\n\"Hey. I know this may be an odd question, but, do you have any friends-? Like, 'Mon you know and the likes-? I'd kinda like to meet 'em and make some connections, if you'd be willing, that is!\" *She stood there, eyes beaming at the Skitty with some form of hope- An expectation that she could make a bridge between her and other 'mon!*"
},
{
"author": "solenstelluna",
"message": "*Stella very quickly notices the giddiness of the Lycanroc return, alongside her bow while she spoke. She wasn't exactly sure what it meant and how to take that part of it, so she smiled and nodded at the sight. She was very happy to see her in high spirits now, though.*\n\n*The Skitty couldn't help but snort at the question she'd been asked, though. She knew she was saying this to the wrong girl. So, by being told this of all things here tonight, it was almost like she was being taunted by some outside force away from either of their control.*\n\n\"Can't say that I do,\" *Said the Skitty while she somewhat shrugged in place, then looking around at the barren land.* \"If I did, well, I might not be alone right now. Or, even here at all, maybe.\""
},
{
"author": "_faram",
"message": "\"...Huh.\" *Estranged. More than likely alone. No-one to turn or talk to. Yeah - she could relate to all of this. Her face contorted until she had the widest grin imaginable, and then?*\n\"Well, how about me and you be friends?\" *Samantha's reply followed with her standing by, patiently waiting for an answer as her tail began to sway and swish, tapping and pounding against the dock in rhythmic beats of threes-*\n\n*It felt almost like a metronome- Depending on what kind of 'mon you were, it could be seen as nice and somewhat entertaining - some others may even find it annoying, but that was the thing about friendship and establishing oneself to care about someone else- You took the bad with the good. You never held an expectation or wanted something back from others - you just lived knowing that you cared...*\n\n*Although generally a forward way of asking, it was a little friendlier and more than some others could say- Other 'mon expected in-common interests, or a mutually benefiting relationship to correspond with those things- This here? This now..? This was just a 'mon who had nothing to lose and nothing to gain from this suggestion...*\n\n\"We can work towards stuff! Find things that we couldn't alone, y'know-? And maybe, just maybe, get along with other 'mon who like us, right?\""
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"author": "solenstelluna",
"message": "*Wait, she ran away from home?! How could she say that so nonchalantly?! How'd I find it? Does she live here, actually?! Didn't she say her name already?!*\n\n*These were merely a couple of the thoughts racing through the Skitty's head as she attempted to leap from topic to topic, the same as the Lycanroc she spoke to. But that was easier said than done, and Stella was left feeling like she was about to melt onto the floor. She was completely and utterly confused.*\n\n*The closest thing to melting was falling flat on the floor, and that's exactly what she did. She was at least aware now of the idea that there was a game going on. But she really didn't know what it was before it apparently changed. All she knew was that now, twenty questions were involved.*\n\n*That's easy enough, she thought. But she was still confused about the order of which this was going. And so, she believed it was best to ask.*\n\n\"...Whose turn is it?\" *The Skitty's eyes shaped into swirling spirals as her head dropped forward. If this didn't show how insanely lost she was here, nothing else could possibly do it.*"
},
{
"author": "_faram",
"message": "*Forgetful as always! She immediately would snicker and then nod her head.* \"Silly question! It was your turn! Now it's mine-!\" *She bobbed down a bit before letting out low, hyena-like whines and laughter.*\n\"Well, my question is how strong do you think you are?\"\n\n*Of course, it was a weird question that could be seen as subjective to some!* \"If you were in a fight and you were up against any 'mon, how well do you think you'd do against 'em?\"\n\n*And now, another question blinked into the Lycanroc's mind! It came to her quickly, but she had to save it for the next round!!*"
},
{
"author": "solenstelluna",
"message": "\"Huh?\" *The Skitty's ears twitched as her head perked up, snapping out of her daze while realizing just what had been asked of her. Now, things were getting a bit more stable for her liking.*\n\n*So, how strong did she think she was, huh? That wasn't something she thought she would be asked tonight. Stella's tail played with the scarf around her neck as she began to wonder about it.*\n\n\"Well, I've never been in a fight before,\" *Stella said as she looked off to the side.* \"But I think I can do just what I would have to in order to win. Especially if my life depended on it.\"\n\n*The Skitty then looked back to the Lycanroc, a tinge of curiousness in her expression.* \"What makes you ask that?\""
},
{
"author": "_faram",
"message": "\"Because I like to think that I'm really strong and that I'm a capable fighter!\" *She retorts with a jovial laugh, eventually laying her face down a little bit as she stared over at the Skitty, who spent her question basically asking 'And what about you?'- No matter! She nodded her head and laid down for a moment, looking on over to the Skitty once more-!* \"And what might be your favourite colour?\"\n\n*A very normal question indeed! But one that would be nice to get an answer to! It didn't matter if it was basic, so long as it was something to pass the time!*"
},
{
"author": "solenstelluna",
"message": "*Her favorite color... That was an easy question for Stella. And suspciously simple, too...*\n\n\"I'd have to say the one on my scarf,\" *Stella's tail was still playing with her scarf, stopping to hold it in place and show off to Samantha when she looked down at it. She would then look to the Lycanroc again shortly after.* \"It's really pretty, and kinda what I wear it for. You?\"\n\n*The Skitty was well aware at this point that she was wasting her questions by simply shooting them back at the Lycanroc. But it was really just cause she didn't have anything good to ask right now. At least, not yet. There was always the chance something could pop up in her mind soon, of course.*"
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"author": "Everett",
"message": "*This place... Looked like it had seen better days.*\n\n*With his back now to the ship that had dropped him off, the Minccino gripped the strap of his satchel tighter as he strode across the dock. This was... Wisterwood, if he remembered what his ship's captain had said correctly. Though these were only the docks- the actual town was further ahead, most likely.*\n\n*Looking around, the boy could see the stark contrast of the place already; the port itself was rather lively, what with all the sailors and seafarers maintaining the place for incoming ships from other places. There were so many dilapidated shops around, though... It looked like the market here must have dried up and moved on.*\n\n*That wasn't what he was here for, though.*\n\n*Right now, he was in a completely foreign land all by himself- an idea that still very much shocked him- and he needed __information__. Perhaps some of the sailors here could help him out? There were other civilians that were coming in from the same ship as him and then some, but chances were they knew as much as he did...*\n\n*If only he'd brought a book about this place.*"
},
{
"author": "Ryavi ",
"message": "Meanwhile, for another nearby, even a book would've done fairly little to help. Barely being able to *Read* The language of the land you were in wasn't much fun...\n\nIt was for that reason that Ryavi had actually been around the docks for a couple *Hours,* Scarcely being able to read the directional signs that most others would only need a brief glance at. Couple that with *Mis*Reading them being quite easy, and you've got a recipe for endless confusion. With some languages, you could sometimes at least get an *Idea* Of what a word meant based on it sounding similar to something from your own. But in THIS translation work, it seemed like there was none of that to be *Found!*\n\n...Okay, yeah. As much as he hated to admit it, he needed some navigational help. Most of the 'mons around here looked like they were rather in a hurry — lots more getting onto boats than off, it seemed. He'd probably need someone who had some actual time to spare and wouldn't mind helping out someone like him who couldn't follow written directions. Not many around here that looked to fit that description, but there WAS a young Minccino who seemed to be taking his time. Hard to imagine he'd be *Traveling* Alone, maybe he was a local? Worth a try.\n\n\"Aye, 'scuse me. 'Inccina?\" He asked, calmly stepping up."
},
{
"author": "Everett",
"message": "*By this point, Everett was leaning against one of the crates on the dock, clearly deep in thought to anyone passing by. Right now, he needed to find out just what kind of conflict was going on in Hecatia; someone around here might be able to shed light on that, but he might be better off going into town to find out...*\n\n*Of course, his train of thought was completely derailed when the Typhlosion had walked up to him. The Minccino looked up with a jolt, and it wasn't hard to tell he didn't expect this.*\n\n*Though from the looks of things... This man was probably a foreigner like he was. The heavy accent didn't sound like anything he's ever heard- and that was without even mentioning the battle scars and weapons. Definitely a 'mon who'd been through a lot, at first glance.*\n\n*...Admittedly, Everett found that kind of cool. But he would have to answer eventually; staring was rude, after all.*\n\n\"Oh, ah...\" *Everett looked up at the Typhlosion, still getting his bearings together.* \"Can I help you, sir?\""
},
{
"author": "Ryavi ",
"message": "\"Yeah.\" He nodded, looking up and down the docks. \"Ya woul'nt be from ar'and 'ere, would ya? 'Fraid I'm 'avin' trouble findin' 'e road inland. Ain't wahl-trained in 'is 'anguage, y'see.\"\n\nOddly enough, the Typhlosion had a quite relaxed tone given his appearance. Sure, his *Accent* Was deeper than the ocean floor, but it still had an audible levelness to it. Something the Minccino might've picked up on, given where he grew up."
},
{
"author": "Everett",
"message": "*And he was, indeed, able to pick up on that much, at least. To be honest, he couldn't blame the Fire-type for asking; a teenager by themselves in a place like this would* Typically *Be a local, but that wasn't the case here. And that was also precisely why Everett couldn't do much to help this guy.*\n\n\"A-actually, I'm from offland. If anything, I'm just as clueless...\" *He sighs with a hint of dismay.* \"If you're looking for the next town, though, it might be straight ahead... I think.\"\n\n*A proper map would likely be useful for the both of them right now; though even more concerning for Everett was where this guy came from. It must be someplace really far off...*"
},
{
"author": "Ryavi ",
"message": "A rather confused look was his initial response. He hadn't seen anyone around that looked like they could be a teenage Minccino's parents, had he? And it didn't exactly seem to make sense for them to have *Left* Him here while they went to do something else. Was he here *Alone?*\n\nOf course, it'd probably sound to some strange that *He,* Of all 'mons, was concerned about something like this. But just because his people knew a lot of violence didn't mean that weren't concerned about SAFETY! It's not like they let teenagers of... Hm, maybe the Minccino was fourteen or fifteen? Head off *Overseas alone.* So...?\n\n\"...Ah. Raight, wahl... 'at *'elps,* Yeah. But, eh...\" The Typhlosion paused for another moment to look around. *There really WEREN'T any other Minccino around?* Not many 'mons of that size in general. \"...Aye, ya ain't 'ere *Yaself* 'en, are ya?\""
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{
"author": "Everett",
"message": "*Huh- not a question he was expecting to get, but he should have. In hindsight, it was only a matter of time.*\n\n*Ironically enough, his parents were against the notion of him going off by himself. Well, one of them was; his father was all for it, and convincing from there didn't take too much effort. Still, he could hardly blame anyone else for asking...*\n\n\"Um... I am.\" *The Minccino rubbed the back of his head rather sheepishly, looking away for a brief moment.* \"I-it's kind of a long story.\""
},
{
"author": "Ryavi ",
"message": "*He WAS?* Of course, Ryavi wasn't going to pry on the matter, not to this kid he'd just met. No way of knowing for sure if this was some sorta sensitive topic, although that glance away from him and the last sentence gave the slight feeling that it was. Still, though, it felt like he should at least do *Something,* Right? If absolutely nothing else, helping out would probably give *Him* An idea of where to go, as well.\n\n\"Hm. 'ell, 'ong as we'e part a' ta same crew 'ere, maybe we oughta 'elp each otha' out — 'specially with all ta rumors goin' arand 'ere. 'atta ya think? Ya know whe'e ya *Tryin'* Ta go?\""
},
{
"author": "Everett",
"message": "*Well... At least he hadn't decided to pry. Explaining why he was here by himself would take a lot of time- not that he had super pressing matters to attend to, but... It would just be more trouble than it's worth.*\n\n*At the warrior's next question, Everett took a moment to ponder that.*\n\"...Only slightly.\" *He'd respond.* \"Right now I want to find out what all the fuss is about, but... I don't know this place well, so... Figured I'd just start at the next town.\"\n\n*Of course, Everett wasn't totally averse to cooperating with this guy- but hopefully he wouldn't end up being a burden in the process.*\n\"Maybe... We could both head there? It might be a decent start...\""
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"author": "Everett",
"message": "\"Hm...\"\n\n*First, Everett glanced up at the sky briefly. Orange and reddish- it was starting to get late. Some of the sailors were even beginning to light candles, so they might not make it there before nightfall...*\n\n*From there, the Minccino's looked straight ahead. Amidst all the broken down stalls and shoddy buildings, there was some semblance of a path out into the forest. That seemed like a decent place to start.*\n\n\"That way.\" *He points towards the north.* \"I've got a feeling that path will lead towards the next town... Though I'm not sure if we'll make it before nightfall.\"\n\n*Still, it's not like they had much of a choice. With that being said, Everett slowly stepped off in that direction.*"
},
{
"author": "Ryavi ",
"message": "Well, 'feelings' and being 'not sure' weren't exactly something that spoke too profoundly to Ryavi, being a 'mon who'd spent quite a lot of time mapping and routing.\n\nAnd *Already,* He was noticing a bit of a theme with Everett. So he was here in Hecatia *Without a plan,* And now was attempting to find the next town over... Without a plan. Of course, he COULD be right, they'd have to find that part out, but the Typhlosion wasn't quite overflowing with confidence.\n\n...Well, it honestly might be the best shot. If nothing else, if it turned out that Everett was *Wrong,* It might help to point out the impulsiveness of the choice. And really, it was probably safe to assume that the smaller 'mon didn't have anywhere *Else* To go or spend the night... So maybe being able to keep an eye on him might be for the best.\n\n\"...Bast get movin', 'en.\" He complied, following behind at a quicker pace. \"Ya gonna be ab'e ta fin' a place t' stay?\""
},
{
"author": "Everett",
"message": "*If only he had a concrete answer for that.*\n\n*It was starting to dawn on him a little bit that... He hadn't given any concrete answers for anything. His plan was to come here to accomplish his goal, but he has no means to do so- at the moment, all he was really going off of was a gut feeling. And that could only be so helpful.*\n\n*...Maybe this wasn't the best idea after all.*\n\n\"I...\" *The Minccino sighed as they entered the forest.* \"I hope so.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "➤ ➤ ➤ `Continuing in`"
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"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n꧁~ Cerul wasn't in Fey often. He had other places to be, to trade Neone's amazing tech to. Other worlds leaps and bounds better than this one to visit... But of the times Fey was in her agenda, it was easy to find her here. After his bags had been emptied of goods, all things sold, he slowly walked up and down the gardens. If you asked him why she was here, you'd get an answer like 'it's the only place here worth a damn', which from Cerul's point of view was true.\n\n꧁~ Cerul hated small towns like these. They were often unrefined and messy, dirt paths everywhere that would totally ruin his neatly preened feathers, so it was no wonder she loitered around the only place 'as beautiful as me', hanging a distance away from the shrines and taking in more of the steadily growing foliage.\n\n[ \n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "A hand ran through a few flowers, brushing them gently, gazing upon the marigolds with a sorrow pain and nostalgia seeping into her heart. She remembered the desert marigolds of her home, spending days picking them to make a bouquet for her love. Such things were long past now. Nothing could replace the warmth she felt when Sylvia squeezed her arm, just as a reminder of her love and care for the Cacturne. Having her wrapped around now would never be the same, but it was a small taste of what she so desperately yearned for, and would forever be an empty shell without.\n\nThat was until the Unidentified Flying Organism was spotted ahead. Back to work, she supposed. She always put her job first, above anything and everything. The Cacturne moved into action, approaching the figure with a tall and imposing frame. It clearly wasn't a feral based on the way it moved and observed its surroundings, but it wasn't someone the Cacturne recognized, and Anonymous knew *Everyone* Around here. A bandit perhaps? They seemed to have bags for private carrying, perhaps to keep loot? Anon certainly didn't trust outsiders, but she wasn't one to attack someone without cause. \n\nShe came up right behind Cerul and spoke loudly with authority, \"**HEY!** Who the hell are you? Identify yourself.\""
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"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n꧁~ Cerul hadn't been paying attention to any of the noises around him. It wasn't like this was a private garden, no no, Cerul was used to hearing the occasional 'mon scampering passed. But this thorny one really seemed to have a grating sound to her. The obviously agitated Altaria didn't like being commanded around by anyone who was notably 'lesser' than herself, some small town county sherif was no different. He made an audible scoff when seeing Anon scootch up, flicking her head to look at Anonymous.\n\n◈ **\"Me? Who are** ***You*** **To be shouting at me? Quite rude.** ***I guess I can't expect manners from a small town bumpkin like you, can I?\"*** She said this with an obvious roll of his eyes. He lowly mumbled the last part, just loud enough to where Anon could hear some of it.\n\n꧁~ Cerul isn't always a vindictive, insulting bird. But when you piss her off first its curtains for your credibility with him. This altaria certainly holds a grudge... And Anon was working her way up the bird's shit list remarkably fast.\n\n◈ **\"But if you simply must know... I am Cerul Aetris.\"** He craned his neck to look taller than Anon. **\"Whats it to you?\"**\n\n[ \n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
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"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous was above all this. \n\nThey lowered their gaze to the bird's eyes, wearing a stare of calm responsibility. As much as she wanted to sock the fuck out of this bird's face, she had responsibilities and a job, and had had it for roughly 20 years, so this little roadbump wouldn't break her. Besides, \n\n\"Excuse me.\" She spoke plainly, nonthreatening, but not politely either. She'd rather not shove Cerul if she didn't have to, but it wouldn't be hard given the weight difference."
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"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n꧁~ Cerul's lip probably would've curled angrily, but all he had was a beak that seemed to have a sharp look of disdain on it. Flurries of peeve ran up and down the petulant peacock, one of his talons annoyingly scratching against the ground. \n\n◈ ***\"Excuse me~\"*** She mocked. **\"You can't just dismiss yourself from a conversation yoooou started, that's just rude.\"**\n\n꧁~ Cerul took a step forward, his claws talon tapping gently against the brooch, creating an audible 'clink' noise!\n\n◈ **\"Besides, how is anybody supposed to respect you as an officer if you act like a shut away nuisance to important people? Like me~.\"** She flicked the metal object before backing off, withdrawing his clawed appendage. Cerul was really just talking to himself at this point in time.\n\n[ \n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
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"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous wasn't going to get fazed by something silly and simple.\n\nBut this... That brooch...\n\nAnon's eyes went wide and she spun on a dime to watch her brooch move over her shoulder and onto the ground with a minor *Tink*. She stared at it, feeling a waterfall of emotion suddenly begin to pound on her. Surging rapids crushing her, like she was being waterboarded, unable to breathe. \n\nAnonymous lowered herself to her knees in front of the brooch, scooping up the brooch from the ground and staring at it. Her form was one of pain and suffering, back broken from standing tall and firm all of the time to mask the pain but...\n\nAs tears fell from her eyes, forming thin lines upon her face, she muttered with intense regret and shame, \"Sylvia... I'm so sorry...\" She didn't sob or sniffle, just gently let tears fall as she basked in her pain. The desert evening primrose design... It meant so much to her. She glanced to Sylvia on her arm, pained and downtrodden before she closed her eyes to remember as her heart began to break apart.\n\n||\"Meet me at the Turnstead Oasis.\" Those words, she would never forget the way they were spoken, slightly anxious yet excited as they exited the silicobra's mouth when the sun began to rise that morning after their tribes traded.\n\nAnonymous spent all day wondering what was gonna happen. Was she gonna be ambushed? No... She seemed too sweet for that. Was she gonna tell her a secret? Probably not... Her heart fluttered though, gazing upon those sweet, kind, beautiful eyes, so she knew what she had to do.\n\nThe desert didn't have a lot of plants, but even still she searched all day underground for one to give Sylvia, whose name she didn't even know yet. She had to find something just as beautiful as her... No, not hibiscus, not a cactus... Despite her best efforts, she found nothing. That night, she was supposed to go to Sylvia at the Oasis, but she didn't, too ashamed that she couldn't find a flower beautiful enough for her.||\n\n||Instead, she spent all night searching. Scouring the desert for a flower, and when the sun began to rise... She found it. A desert lily. It was beautiful and quaint, sweet and inviting, perfect for Sylvia. She felt silly for getting so worked up over a girl who she barely knew... Especially from another tribe, but her heart told her to.\n\nThe following night, the cacnea hurried to the Turnstead Oasis, terribly afraid that Sylvia might not be there. After all, she hadn't shown up last night... Would she really be here again, holding out that Anonymous would arrive? But despite her doubts, tightly clutching the desert lily in her hands, Anonymous laid eyes upon Sylvia. Their eyes lit up when they met, hurrying over together with joy and excitement.\n\nAnonymous held the lily behind her back, and before she could say anything, Sylvia quickly started to ramble and explain, wearing a look of ashamed happiness and relief. \n\n\"Ohmygosh! I'm so sorry, lass! I was going to come yesterday but I lost my gift for you...\" She winced in embarrassment, \"But! I got you a new one.\" And she wore an innocent smile, almost looking for affirmation from the Cacnea .Her tail curled out from behind her, and clutched a stem, looking rather healthy and strong.\n\nIt was a desert evening-primrose.||\n\nAnd Anonymous was back here. In the Garden. On her knees. With her heart suffocating, she muttered painfully, \n\n\"Oh my Desert Lily... I'm so sorry...\""
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"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n꧁~ Cerul looked down at the wilting plant that was Anonymous... She didn't have a readable emotion on her face, just staring blankly as if he couldn't process what was going on in front of him. But he could very well see what was going on, and it didn't elicit the response Cerul wanted.\n\n꧁~ Cerul was trying to agitate her. Not whatever reaction this jargon was! The bird even flinched when seeing Anonymous collapse to their knees, cringing as Anonymous surrendered herself to the dirt. His collective handful of braincells were whirring with smoke as he processed everything...\n\n꧁~ This was pathetic.\n\n꧁~ Like, *Really* Certainly pathetic.\n\n꧁~ Cerul looked down at the shriveling cactus, foot tapping impatiently for her to finish whatever interpersonal conflict was going on, *'get up... Stop being so dullen already'* He thought to himself... For once the altaria felt genuine discomfort from something that wasn't the sloppy outdoors or a messy surface. She looked around, hoping somebody was watching this scene from a distance and come whisk him away... Urk, where was your butler when you needed him?\n\n꧁~ Eventually Cerul realized no such luck would happen, and took it onto himself to say something.\n\n◈ The bird huffed uncomfortably. **\"Hfff...\"**Cerul stared at Anonymous like someone looking at their cringe worthy past self, or a disappointed parent looking at their less than perfect child. **\"Uhm..\"** The bird vocalized. \n\n[ \n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
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"author": "Hinoki",
"message": "Stepping smoothly into the garden, Hinoki was quite glad to see no one else visiting at this time of night. It would be the worst to be caught by some random villager— at their little shrine, even. Whatever it had been built for likely didn't appreciate this sort of thing, but even a halfway decent priest had methods to mitigate that. She peered around suspiciously at the flowers, making her way through towards the darkest corner. No movement, no sounds other than her own near-silent footsteps. There was an unusual stillness in the very air, and she tucked her wings tighter against herself.\n\nThat jostled the small bag hanging from her weapon strap, making something clink dully. Contraband, by Fey law, and the Order was none too approving of it either. But she'd been told it had great value to certain other individuals, and whatever happened after that was none of Hinoki's concern. If he didn't show, though...\n\n\"I hear you're a crafty little thing. You won't leave your middleman waiting, no?\" Hinoki murmured out into the empty garden."
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"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "\"Hm.\" *And there he was, caught dead in the middle of the... Day? Night? Night, right, it was the dead of night. It was times like these that left Reaper wanting for the natural camoflauge of his alolan bretherin, but sadly fine attire will have to do at this time.* \"... *Please just be talking to yourself... Frick...*\"\n\n*He was standing there, only halfway concelaled by a bush and having absolutely no idea as to whether or not Hinoki had a clear line of sight to him (hint- she probably did). For a scoundrel such as him, he had absolutely no reservations sneaking into holy places and taking from- well, donation boxes, offerings at the base of shrines, the quarters of whoever lived there... That last one less so, since the lower-ranked members of religious orders tended not to have as much on them. You know, abstaining from mortal wants and whatnot.*\n\n*But alas, he didn't make it that far today. Not in this place, and not in front of this bird. Instead he slowly lurched back and behind the bush, a line of sweat running down his forehead.* \"... ...\" You see nothing, *He thought to himself.* I will suddenly develop latent psychic powers and you will ignore me. ... Now. ... Now. *No, not happening...*"
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"author": "Hinoki",
"message": "Unfurling her fanfeathers, she tried to get a better look at the interloper. It would have to be a very needy villager to pray so late in the night, especially with the thefts and mysterious happenings. Perhaps she'd been interrupted by an entirely unrelated scoundrel. *What is the Order even good for?* She couldn't help but wonder. Not wanting to step too close, but eager to get a sense of what she was up against, Hinoki cooed into the darkness.\n\n\"Hello...? You're not who I was expecting.\" She tilted a fan sarcastically, \"Are you here for a blessing?\""
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"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "\"Hmmm.\" *The rat sighed, lurching over and moving enough to be fully seen under the light of the moonlight. Adorned in the upper part of a tuxedo and bearing a clothes needle as a blade, he right himself up- walking on his hind two legs- and stepped forth with his weapon haphazardly moving between a threatening point towards Hinoki, and swinging at the side as a dramatic gesture.* \"Oh, you caught me, I'm just a poor little street urchin. I've contracted tinnitus at the age of seven... Had my arm cut off and regrown... That sort of thing. As happens with all Fey orphans.\"\n\n*He lunged forth with the blade, for a moment, before rescinding the movement and stepping back- mimicking a fencer's feint in a sort of half-apt mockery of the art.* \"I'd take all the love and blessings of the gods, but for someone as wretched as me, thats a bit much... No, no, I am fair and humble. That bag of yours will do instead.\" *He gave a smug smile, prancing side to side with a pointless enthusiasm.*"
},
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"author": "Hinoki",
"message": "To her delight, a very dapper little mouse emerged from the bush. Recognizable from the wanted poster board taking up way too much space in the Order's base meeting, this would be... No, Hinoki didn't pay enough attention to those posters to remember his name. She was too entertained to worry. \"Oh, you poor soul,\" She gasped as he detailed his history, holding a fan up to cover her beak in mock sympathy. What a farce!\n\nShe flicked the fan back away from her face as he hopped about, sending a slice of wind through the air a good ways above the rat's head. The bush's silhouette was a little crooked now. \"Not even someone as pathetic as you is exempt from blessings, you know.\" But this was certainly an opportunity. That Honchkrow wouldn't be pleased with her if she tried returning the contraband to him. Hinoki would have had to dispose of it somehow anyway, and with the rate that stones seemed to get overturned in Wisterwood, getting robbed might be her best bet.\n\n\"Well... I'm afraid this bag doesn't contain anything a poor little urchin like you should have to deal with,\" She said, waiting for the denial."
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"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "\"Very cute.\" *He dropped the act for a moment, frowning, and tilting his head.* \"A little cynical, don't you think? I'm robbing you here! And you're calling me *Pathetic*? Why, I'm not just any petty rouge... I'm a bonafide robber... A criminal... Not that you'd understand the difference.\" *He chuckled and dusted off his tuxedo a bit, snickering as his blade tapped the ground a few times.*\n\n*The slice of wind above his head didn't go unnoticed, but it did cause him to shutter a bit. Wow. Sounds like she could cut pretty hard.* Getting cut is less preferable than getting struck, and it seems like everyone prefers cutting nowadays. *He twirled the needle in his hand.* Hypocrite. Haha.\n\n\"Well, you know, now that I think about it, you geriatric folk are kind of hard of hearing, and are pretty creaky on the bones, and I'll tell you what. I'm not that good with ghost types, but, I can see you're really a fan of that battle banter. So, I'll make it fair, I'll make it even, just for you. Honor among thieves and all that, you know the saying?\" *He approached and tapped the tip of his needle to her fanblades, if she'd allow it.* \"We'll do it on the count of three. On three, we'll do our thing. A silly little duel. How about that?\""
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"author": "Hinoki",
"message": "Aww. Hinoki hadn't been called cute in years. Tempting to call him out on the joke, but the other line caught her attention. \"Cynical? Maybe. I'd call you all too cheerful, though,\" She chuckled at him from behind a fan. He had more panache than any other criminal she'd ever encountered. The Honchkrow flock had tried, of course, but Hinoki could tell their hearts weren't in it. This mouse was a breath of fresh air.\n\n\"You've got big ears, for such a little thing. If you need help with that 'tinnitus,' I have a few prayers that are good for it...\" But it was more than a fair offer— it was about what she'd been hoping for. Let the rat think he won, think he got something good. She kept her face calm. It wouldn't do to give away the game.\n\nThe sewing needle brushed against the edge of her feathers. Really, if those knights had half the sense of humor... She wouldn't be doing things like running errands for criminals in her free time. Hinoki's fans splayed out as she took a few steps back. \"Of course, poor soul, but if I could just give you one blessing...\" It wouldn't hit him, but no one liked the look of her Revelation Dance. Might spook him a bit if she had time to try it."
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"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "\"Ah, no, no, no, I don't think we will be doing that. No prayers.\" *He attempted to push her fans to the side, but even if she let him, he lacked the upper body strength to do so.* \"That's what they always say before... They blow you off the face of the planet. With some move. No, we're doing this the I-win way.\" *Heh. Cheerful. He smiled and showed his teeth- he was estatic at the moment.*\n\n\"Okay, on the count of three. One two!\" *He paused, smiling, hoping to have caught her off guard. He tapped the needle against her fan, eager, then giving a big dramatic pause before...*\n\n*Before...*\n\n... Before...!\n\n\"... Three.\" *And like that, he used `Quick Attack`! Instead of lunging forth and using it to attack, though, he stepped back, moving behind the bush- steps slightly ethereal thanks to his Float Stone- and strafing side to side. He darted behind bushes, pausing randomly, waiting for short periods before moving again with Quick Attack- attempting to remain quiet and to find a place where her eyes would stop tracking him.* She's strong looking, but she can't be *That* Attentive."
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"author": "Hinoki",
"message": "No prayers? What a pity! Hinoki kept down a laugh as the mouse shoved at her, letting her wings fall. And he didn't trust her a bit, either. \"I wouldn't do something like that. Not to an urchin! Never.\" The horror was maybe a bit overacted. She wondered if he'd heard of her, somehow. There was no way she'd built up a reputation that quickly, right? It was such a pain not to match the mouse's open grin, and she couldn't help a gleeful twist of a fan. She watched as he tapped it with the needle, frozen in place, and then...\n\nWow, and she'd thought she was good at being quiet. Even though she knew what his aim was, it was hard to follow, and soon enough the mouse was out of her sight. The garden was as silent and empty-seeming as it'd been when Hinoki arrived. Just her... But he couldn't have left for real. She had an audience. The thought brought another quick twist of her fanfeathers, and then she launched into fast steps against the garden ground, wings shaking rapidly as she used Quiver Dance.\n\n\"In the name of our lord, in bright and blinding light, watch over and guide this poor, poor soul,\" She spoke, the hum from her trembling feathers adding an unusual cadence to her words. With her wings busy, the bag dangling against her front was, deliberately, in plain view."
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"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "*The rat, of course, managed to fully revel in this newfound silence. ... Wow. Haha. Right. It's nice knowing that he can be stealthy like this. There was something odd about her... Yes... Yes, he knew what it was, she absolutely did NOT believe in the gods. That had to be her thing. That's for sure.*\n\n*He has no clue who she was, of course...*\n\n*He managed to dart behind a vine growing upon a lattice- a plant-fixture-in-progress- and eyed over her bag. ... Hm. He could just ditch her, but that was antithetical to the Villain's Game. Oh.* Oh. *Quiver Dance. One of* Those *Moves. He cringed. Goodness, someone who just gets stronger and stronger... What a headache. Stealth and patience are always untrustworthy against those sorts.*\n\n*That probably made her faster, right? Dancing moves seemed like the quick kind. He'd probably only have the speed advantage for a bit.* Make it count. *Attempting to dart his way behind her as the Quick Attack from before lost its gusto, he eyed her over.* Ghost type. Fuck. *He prepared his needle in hand and attempted a quiet sprint forth, looking to lash out at her legs with a `Wide Slash`- a blade of wind extending from his needle and expanding across the ground!*\n\n*He wasn't particularly focused on her bag at the moment...*"
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"author": "Hinoki",
"message": "The dance left her wings twinging, but with power rather than exhaustion. Speed was one thing— the boost to her Air Slash was another. With how affronted he'd seemed by her earlier offer of a Revelation Dance to get things started, Hinoki was surprised the mouse had allowed her to complete it. *Not expecting a battle to begin with?* She thought. Well, they *Were* Even in that respect. What sort of priest cared for playing cops and robbers? With any luck she could be done with this without serious indignities, and return to her lodging minus one very suspect bag.\n\n\"Done scurrying around?\" She asked, watching blithely as he closed the distance, needle slashing forth. It had to be pretty sharp, and yet the oncoming slash made it no less comical. The thought of actually taking a hit from such a ridiculous fairy-tale weapon made Hinoki's feathers ruffle. With that reflex, she swept her wings out and caught enough air under them to avoid the attack, dodging away from the wind blade. Triumphant, she made a mocking coo, before flapping again to try and soar far out of range. She could just drop the bag on him from above and fly away... Right?"
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"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "*Oh. Oh frick.* Nevermind. *She was fast enough.* I'll need to use Quick Attack to get the better of her senses. *The rat stared, watching as she pirouetted from the blow. That was... Fanciful, for sure. He gawked for a moment, needle out at his side as he lurched back in an overconfident stature.* \"Hm.\" *His eyes traced her over, deciding to rescind the idea that he's figured her out. He wasn't in the business of stealing things,* He admitted to himself. *He's in the business of- or, a less professional relationship with- the ordeal of bringing something out in others.*\n\nAnd he couldn't figure her out. *Not like this, at least, not with so few blows. A mocking coo.* She's pretty. Maybe I should ask her out after I rob her blind... *She's flying.* She's *Trying* To fly. And... She's fleeing. *To somewhere with money?* To somewhere important. I can feel it in my gut.\n\n*Smirking, the mouse spun his needle in his hand, flickering in place as he used `Quick Attack` again. This time, he darted around and beneath her, performing a few quick confusing movements before-*\n\n*He was gone. But, not really- he jumped up behind her, managing to just barely make an arc where he'd grab at her tail.* Not optimal. But it's what I've got. *Normally, such an angle of landing would be easy to feel, due to the momentum downwards he'd accrue, and the risk of missing and slippage; however, his Float Stone was oh so useful again, (hopefully) making his weight far less noticeable and hoping to himself that he could grab on and skitter up without her noticing.* Hopefully. *Not likely. She's way too small to brush off your weight.*"
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"author": "Hinoki",
"message": "Taking stock of herself now that she was in the air, feathers smoothed, wait... *He's moving, follow it...* Oh, where on earth did he go? It was dark, yes, but he'd been right there! She scanned the garden and found it entirely empty yet again. Not even a glimpse of his needle to be seen on the ground! Muttering a prayer, she adjusted the bag attached to her weapon strap, and— \"You ridiculous little rat!\"\n\nHinoki wanted to laugh. She couldn't help it. The mouse, tuxedo and all, had climbed up onto her back; this probably worked better on larger targets, but he was still quite light even for her. Circling in the air, she debated what to do. No hope of attacking him, this was why she *Avoided* Being grappled, thank you very much. There was nothing to do but find some place to land. Somehow, the mouse kept surpassing her expectations. She made a mental note to take down his wanted posters. With any luck, she might be helping him out next. Flexing her wings, she flew back down towards the top of the shrine.\n\nNo apologies if she was desecrating anything by doing this. It was funny having him clinging to her like this, but she wasn't any closer to passing on the bag. The weight of it was almost heavier than him. ...Not really, thankfully, Hinoki would've been mortified if she'd dropped it on him and he couldn't even lift it. Small mercies. Perched on the shrine's roof, she reached back with an alarmingly flexible wing and felt around for his scruff.\n\n\"Sorry about that flight! You must've been scared out of your little mind!\""
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"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "\"Mm.\" *Weird level of slyness. She's, perhaps, not using her full power? Or, more likely, she just isn't used to fighting seriously. He tilted his head down to the ground and grabbed her back tight as soon as the jig was up. He had a much different relationship with terminal velocity than most Pokemon had, and flight didn't quite scare him so much.*\n\n\"So rude.\" *As they made their way to the top of the shrine, he stood up upon her and leapt forth, doing a fanciful flip before gracefully landing on two lined-up feet- tail swiriling around as he turned for a bow.* Getting grabbed is not something you want during a fight. She'd probably find some way to slice you in half. \"You... Underestimate me so! You're breaking my heart.\"\n\n*He held his needle forth, but them smiled and shook his head, letting it down to his side again.* \"You're a silly goose, I'll give you that. You're not going to fight me?\" *He frowned, then, pointing the needle forth.* \"What if I just said I like hurting pretty ladies, hm? What if I said I was here to cut your eyes out and make them into necklaces? You don't...\" *Almost playfully, he feigned a swordfight in front of her.* \"You're not gonna fight?\""
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"author": "Hinoki",
"message": "He'd leapt off of her very quickly. *Can't have liked that, then,* She thought pleasantly to herself. It was to be expected, most ground-dwelling pokemon had a fear of heights— though from his voice he wasn't shaken at all. What an elegant bow! \"Well, I've never met a rat quite like you,\" Hinoki replied. \"Usually they just run away when they see my shadow. Making those little squeaks. Mhm.\" For a bird who solely subsided off of nectar, she looked awfully earnest about her words.\n\nIt was nice to see him giving her space. Her fanfeathers might have the dexterity to grip, but up close they were rather soft. If he knew Bite or something, she wouldn't have many counters. She watched as he waved the needle around, flaunting it. \"No, I truly *Haven't* Met a rat of your kind. How bold! How brash!\" Hinoki hid a laugh behind her fan. \"I am, of course, a priest. Is it my job to fight scoundrels? With naught but my bare feathers? Who says? Why, *Ask* Me to pray for them and I will do that! But to fight?\" She swayed on her perch, made what looked like a misstep.\n\n\"Do you know, they say this shrine used to heal the afflicted? Back when the medical wing was in even worse a state, of course; now they just take everyone there. But before, in the old days, this was it. When they were poisoned, paralyzed, put to slumber— I've been wondering about it since I arrived.\" Still swaying, Hinoki raised her wings in an odd manner."
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"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "\"Ugh.\" *The rat's eyes rolled up as he turned to the side, utterly letting his guard down as he stared out at the moon.* \"Don't get me started on all of that. Medicine... Healing... Bah. That's all Pokemon want nowadays. They don't want to... Fight! They don't want to tussle!\" *He feigned boxing in the air with a free paw, hopping from foot to foot.* \n\n\"No one knows how to rough 'em up nowadays. It's all... Kings and princes and violence. Gah. How unreasonable. It's like they want to subdue the very nature of Pokemon itself.\" *He calmed himself down and put a fist to his hip. He seemed to be ignoring the rat remarks.* I don't get why they're like that. \"It's what makes us strong. It's what make us... Pokemon. Violence.\n\n\"But alas!\" *He dramatically moved a wrist to his forehead.* \"I don't think I quite see it. That... Spark of righteous goodness inside of you. Too centered on... Power. Being the domineering spirit.\"\n\n*He continued to stare out to the moonlit sky before raising his needle; then, with a sudden motion, brought it down towards Hinoki, attemting to use a `Wide Slash` to cut at her bag's strap- a cyan arc trailing the wide sweeping motion.* \"What now, then?\""
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"author": "Hinoki",
"message": "\"What a vicious little mouse you are,\" Hinoki cooed. She really didn't run into pokemon like this often, back in Helios. Maybe there was something to be said for the backwoods. \"You'd like that? The natural order of things? I suppose I can see it.\" For someone like him, certainly. It was really a pity he lacked the physical presence to go along with that. Well. If she'd had a choice, she wouldn't have been such a diminutive bird either. Bitter dissatisfaction with the way things were— yes, she could see it.\n\nMirroring him to tilt a fan theatrically against her head, she sighed. \"I'm not *Domineering.*\" Not 'righteously good' either, but she knew there was no arguing that by this point. He seemed to understand her easily— it would be discomforting if it wasn't so interesting. When was the last time she'd thought like this? Back with Hakobi, before things went rocky?\n\nThat was a cue to stop. Back to business. He cut the bag away quite cleanly, though she stepped back to avoid the brunt of the slash. \"We go our separate ways, with tearful goodbyes and trinkets for the road. I wonder, will we meet again?\" She flicked a fan through the air derisively. Standing as tall as she could, Hinoki stepped into another dance, this one far more uneven than the last. If the Teeter Dance hit, she had every intention of simply leaving him there in the shrine."
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"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "She's going to flee, *Were the first thoughts that crossed his mind, watching her move out of the way.* She's not here for a fight. *But she doesn't understand the key tennants of villainy.*\n\n\"Oh, I'd say so. That need to push the *Authority* Of... Thy... Self.\" *Cringe.* \"But I can assure you, I'm not about the natural order. Very different...\"\n\n*He stepped back and watched her movements; hoping to see whatever attack she had next, he instead got a gawk of a supernaturally confusing attack- probably would have helped to* Not *Try and be super observant at that moment. But whatever, it was too late- he was dizzy, confused, and everything felt like it was falling to the right. Vertigo.*\n\n*He frowned and snapped his fingers by his face, attempting to snap himself back into focus- and, for a bit, it worked. Lurching back on all fours, he held the needle against his back, hissing before lurching forth and darting forth- following with a red-black upwards slash, a rather malicious `Pursuit`, a hefty blow against a potentially fleeing foe- should it have landed.* \"The misfortune of parting lines...\" *He turned on the return of the strike to try and grab her for an attack as she fled; however, in his confusion, he vastly underestimated just how far he was, and ended up heartily missing her and tumbling down her side instead.* \"!!!\""
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"author": "Hinoki",
"message": "Authority— well, maybe so. She knew that she didn't have very much of it, especially not here. What she could do if she were back with her tomes! It would have been fun to show him. No time, probably not enough to test the shrine's effects. She didn't have any equipment to keep him here, even confused. The mouse definitely had her intrigued, but she was a busy bird and she only had so long before the sun arose. Were any of the *Actual* Authority figures around here nocturnal? It was an unpleasant thought.\n\nHe seemed like he liked her dance. There was the telltale initial sway, eyes tracking her as his body lurched to the left, but to Hinoki's surprise the mouse got ahold of himself. She wasn't expecting an attack, yet alone one so effective— the Pursuit nearly caught her square on, slashing up one of her wings and sending bits of blue feather everywhere. \"YOU— poor, *Poor* Soul!\" Parting lines!? Even without directly fleeing, the strike was enough that she couldn't so much as lift that wing. *Slinking back to base, grounded? Me? Ugh,* She thought, almost detached from the pain. A second later, that ghastly sensation was all she could focus on. Covering her face with her uninjured wing, she fell back across the roof of the shrine in shock, the false unsteadiness from her previous move now genuine.\n\nHinoki hit the ground with a gasp. That really *Did* Hurt. Again she wished deeply for her books; not so much for any healing prayers, but for the opposite. Still shielding her expression, she dragged herself to her feet, muttering darkly about cheeky little mice."
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"message": "*The mouse, stumbling, ended up rolling down the roof too; however, his sense of bravado made him muster up something- the will to turn that tumble into an outright dramatic recovery. Needle held at his side, he took a deep breath as his hand ran up his forehead- roughing up his fur and falling back down as he exhaled.*\n\n\"Most Pokémon are afraid. Afraid of confusion.\" *Slowly, he lurched forth; then, on two legs, dragging the tip of the needle across the ceiling and letting loose a stray spark once in a while, he advanced.* \"What a shame. Most don't realize that it may never even matter.\"\n\n*He did have to be careful, though. Perhaps the pure statistic metrics of confusion did suggest that you may escape it unscathed, but vertigo and slanted roofs did not pair well together. He stopped, regaining his balance, then continued.*\n\n*He looked back to the bag, resting atop the roof, for a moment; dizzily, he looked to the ground, resentful of the bird for just a moment before jumping and landing. Being a mouse, his terminal velocity was quite low, and he landed without issue.*\n\n*With a thud of dust around him, he continued his walk towards Hinoki, suddenly lunging forth with a `Quick Attack`- moving in a blur, he was right in front of her in but an instance, needle held up to her neck. A quick attack could never hit her, as was the boon of ghosts, but he did give her a nasty invasion of personal space as he held it steady. It was gently prodding at her.* \"Go on. Attack me. It's your turn.\""
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"author": "Hinoki",
"message": "Blood dripped into the grass at her feet. She brushed at her facial plumes, tidying where they'd gotten crumpled. She could just make out his words on the roof, and suppressed a wince. Fear had always trailed right behind Hinoki. Sometimes, just sometimes, it did catch her. A scoundrel with the courage and fortitude to push past that... \"Must be nice.\"\n\nWhen she finally lowered her wing, her face was serene. She lifted her neck away from the needle, posture straightening except for her bad wing slumped to the ground. Placing one foot at an angle, she took the close moment to consider the situation. Priests were not trained in battle, and aside from some misplaced advice from some knights Hinoki was no exception. *So silly.* Never mind that she only had one way of hitting him. Had he dropped the bag in the confusion? She'd sooner beat him with that than try throwing any darts.\n\nOh, but there was still the matter of the shrine. Hinoki doubted she'd get a better chance than this, although the mouse clearly wouldn't cooperate. Maybe she could talk him into it, but with her wing the way it was... She flicked her free fan up. Better to get him in there fast! Ducking away, she swept a wide Air Slash at the mouse, hoping to persuade him to flee closer to the shrine.\n\n\"So caught up in your games, no time to listen to your elders! I did just tell you how I loathe this hamlet's sorry excuse for a clinic, didn't I?\" She sung."
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"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "*The rat pouted at her answer, keeping her needle up as she ducked away. It seemed to follow her pretty well, but with enough space and her `Air Slash` headed his way, he took a step back; before dragging his needle up and in the direction of the slash, meeting it with his own `Wide Slash`!*\n\n*His blade trailed a wide coral arc once more, the energy lashing out and greeting the wind rather fairly; the two waved collided and left a remaining flash; however, as Reaper lacked the strength to directly combat such a move properly, and he was soon met with the Air part of her slash.*\n\n*He staggered back and tripped- in no small part thanks to the confusion- and fell backwards from the wave; and, thanks to his Float Stone, even managed to travel a bit of extra distance and closer to the shrine. He wasn't quite damaged by this, but it did scuff him up.*\n\n*Working his way to two feet again, he took little care for wherever he ended up, needle-blade now out at his side.* \"It is a game, I'll give you that...\" *He lowered his head and smiled, but then stood far more upright than before.* \"Well, then! I'd fight much harder than you are now! How about that, hm!?\" *He tilted his head.* That was kinda lame."
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"author": "Hinoki",
"message": "She watched him flinch for his weapon with a deep satisfaction that turned into outright glee at his words. \"Fun! Isn't it?\" She gushed, fanfeathers pressed against her cheek. \"I've always thought so! It's so nice to meet someone with such good taste!\" Aw. And there he went, pointing that nasty little needle at her again. They must not have the same predilections after all, if he still wanted to fight her. Hinoki paid no mind to his words, shifting her focus back to more interesting matters.\n\nThere had only been sparse records in the Helios archives of shrines that dealt with status conditions. Nothing approaching comprehensive coverage, so she'd hoped to test if this one could deal with more fleeting issues like Confusion— but she had another theory as well. Even the most benevolent supernatural site usually had some way to respond to threats, for defensive purposes. This shrine had been used only for simple harvest prayers for years, now— would it still remember its prior function? And if so, what would it be capable of doing to an intruder?\n\nHinoki had heard of a place similar to this one that inflicted poison. She was itching to try it out. With that thought, she hopped backwards through the shrine entrance, still sneering down at the mouse—\n\n\"Ack!\" She gave a startled cry, peering around at the darkness with her fan held up in a defensive tilt. What *Was* This feeling, sending a chill down her spine; it was like someone was holding a magnifying glass up to her and seeing through *All* Of her and into her very soul— even after the initial wave passed, Hinoki was left feeling decidedly... Exposed. *Did it* Identify *Me? What sort of peeping shrine IS this?*\n\nShe gave the dark shrine another look of disgust, and then turned back to loom down at the mouse. There was just nothing for it. \"Pardon me, if you'll just join me for a second,\" She said, reaching out slowly with her good wing's fanfeathers to try and drag him in with her."
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"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "*At her playful remark, he tilted his head up, a little taken aback. Not by her, at least- maybe he was too presumptuous about her.* What? Don't judge me. She seemed like the sort of laughing sadist at first! *Indeed, as he may have decided to believe, but his thoughts would soon wander to the idea that, perhaps, she* Was *Having fun with this.*\n\nMaybe she *Does* Have it? *But it's still not certain.* She's quite obviously trying to lead me into some sort of trap.\n\n*Still, he had a battle in mind.* \"I find you rather fascinating. That being said,\" *He stated, reeling his needle behind his back,* \"I have my limits.\" \n\n*Lunging forth and holding his needle in a lunge-ready pose, he suddenly darted forwards using `Pursuit`, darting close along the ground closely and circling around to try and hop onto her back- attempting to grab onto the feathers on the back of her neck for a grip and taking a weak slash with his needle (he couldn't quite grapple and attack well at the same time, but their closeness did help).* \"Focus.\"\n\n*... That being said, considering Hinoki was in the shrine, so was Reaper!*"
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"author": "Hinoki",
"message": "\"Ugh, I know the feeling,\" Hinoki muttered. \"But I have no time to play with little mice!\" She really wasn't built for this. Her wings might have the dexterity to throw a dart, but there was hardly any of the grappling force necessary to grab hold of another pokemon— even one as lightweight as this rat. He kept jumping about before she could catch him... \"What is *With* You?\" She griped when he hopped around into the shrine himself.\n\nAnd then back onto her! Was the shrine not doing anything to the mouse? She couldn't see with him on her like this, but then she wouldn't have been able to closely examine him in the dark room very well anyway. Being a diurnal ghost-type had more than its share of downsides. She was bemoaning that— then a swipe across her back made her squawk. Right now Hinoki didn't even have the *Advantages* Of her typing...\n\n\"Focus on what? You expect a priest to throw Air Slashes at a poor soul like you? Well— *Some* Of those zealous ones might be up for it,\" She tittered derisively, \"But you managed to have a late-night run-in with ~me!~ Answer quick! Did the teetering wear off? Are you feeling badly poisoned? Oh, tell me the shrine didn't use Foresight on you too, like some one-move Ponyta—\"\n\nHe was just clinging to her, she couldn't tell what was happening! What would she do if she missed what it did to him!? So caught up in her fretting as she hopped around, trying to shake him off without jostling her injured wing, Hinoki didn't pay any attention to the sliding shrine doors starting to close."
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"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "*The shrine...* Was *It doing anything to this mouse? Well, mayhaps. Mayhaps it was doing something so insidious, that its effects are yet to even be seen by either the two of them- or perhaps it was winding something up, something that would surely come and save Hinoki last second? Perhaps it was bemused by what he was doing- so much so, in fact, that it decided not to do anything? Or maybe, in fact, it did something like Splash- something ineffective to the point of being not noticed. Well, I have no clue, since I don't run the shrine! Hoho had you going didn't I?*\n\n \"You know what,\" *He uttered, breath staggering as he struggled to keep good balance on the flailing bird.* \"I've decided. I like you.\"\n\n*With a rather sinister snicker, he changed up his grip- his grabbing paw moved up to her head, struggling to find a good thing to grab onto and slapping her eye once before grabbing a hold of her upper beak.* \"From now on, whether you like it or not...\"\n\n*Suddenly, the mouse reeled its needle back and gave it a coral-colored swing, performing a `Wide Slash` across her back!* \"You're my rival.\"\n\n*Chucking to himself as he managed to keep riding this mechanical bird-bull, he wrapped his other arm around the side of her neck, although holding the needle and being in an awkward position, it did nothing to choke her- just to reassert her grip.*"
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"author": "Hinoki",
"message": "\"Such soft little paws,\" She said in an undertone as he shoved one at her eye, sending that facial plume askew and making her wince. *He's attacking again? Oh, light blind me.* The slash did far more to pain her than the test one had, and his ridiculous statement after had her nearly falling over. 'Rival' was a loaded term for Hinoki. Applying it to this mouse— no, she couldn't believe it. \"You know, I can think of plenty of other, better words to use,\" She cut herself off quickly.\n\n\n\nWas the mouse laughing? He really found this funny! So carefree about being sealed in a site of unknown intent; though it *Was* Far more interesting than the night she'd planned. She muttered several curses, something about grinding bones for tea sweetener, before finally flopping down onto the shrine floor. \"Why not him? A scoundrel of a mouse, and yet you leave him alone? How am I the villain here?\" Hinoki lamented into the closed room."
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"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "*Rolling around and holding tight to her, the mouse paused as she mentioned using other words.* \"...\n\n\"Other than a rival?\n\n\"...\n\n\"Well, now, we just met. You can't be proposing to be my *Nemesis*, now can you?\" *He was holding course as she continued to stumble around, and as she flopped onto the floor, he ended up swinging around and getting struck by her landing body, causing him to drop the needle but keep his grip on her- grappling 'round to try and avoid being pinned beneath. When one grapples, such as in Jui Jitsu or MMA, to be on top is generally the best, as you can throw your weight around more into assailing the grounded foe (lest they have their legs around you). Very fun unless you are not a fan of recreational fighting.*\n\n*Interspersed between his moments of just keeping his grip, he'd be pulling at her beak and wailing on her head with a closed fist- juvenile, but after their tumble to the ground, he was fully confident that she couldn't do anything to him here. Instead, he focused on maintaining the grapple, only pausing his strikes as she mentioned something about villainy.* \n\n\"WHO are you talking to!?\" *He grumbled, spinning around her and soon sliding around to hold around her good wing- an accident and a necessity.* \"I assure you that, by all definitions, *I* Am the villain here, yes!\""
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"author": "Hinoki",
"message": "\"Urk, no, where are you *Getting* This,\" She groaned. \"I'm a respectable priest! I don't make a habit of challenging damned little rats to fisticuffs! And we have more important things to—\"\n\nWhy was he punching her. There was a line, and they had both definitely crossed it. The shrine walls creaked out a high warning, but Hinoki was kept busy with the mouse scrabbling to take her down. Close quarters was the worst for her, let alone in the dark against a wily opponent like this one. What could she even... Ugh. She twisted her head around to try and peck at the top of his own; her beak, curved and pointed to aid in drinking nectar, doubled as a fairly decent weapon, but Hinoki had also literally never done this before in her life.\n\nThere was no telling if she even landed any of her return strikes. Wrapped around her wing, she couldn't even claw at him. It was all unpracticed flailing, and with the creaking growing louder she struggled to make her voice heard. \"Tell that to whatever wretched thing governs this place!\" What was the issue again— right. The indignity of trying to *Kick* At him had distracted her, but she knew this. A shrine that could deal with the more volatile status conditions. Some of those were so unpleasant that she...\n\n\"You're a smart mouse, with sooo much battle experience, yes? You've ever been hit by a Mean Look? How do you get out of one?\" Hinoki had only read a bit about the concept, but it did fall under that category, right? Although the Foresight wasn't wearing off..."
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"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "\"*Little* Rat?! By the look of things, you're barely holding yourself together, you blessed prune!\" *His flailing continued as she initiated her counter attack.*\n\n*The first three pecks landed quite well- the first atop his head, the second on his eye- causing a hand to cover it and loosening his grip.* \"YEOWCH-\" *He leaned back, only for his nose to get a nasty poke, whereupon his head started to duck out and away from the fourth and fifth peck.*\n\n\"Whatever governs this place, you are an utter FOOL!\" *He swung around, moving his grip to travel around to her other side- this time hanging from her weak wing, but doing little to stop the oncoming pecks.* \"I assure you that I'm no rat you've seen before- OW-\" *Another peck, this one on his other eye, as he circled back around to her back.*\n\n\"THAT'S IT!\" *He then countered by rearing his head back and opening his maw, big ol' pearly whites shining as his head lurched backwards and slammed forwards, attempting to bite Hinoki's beak. At first, he considered using Hyper Fang, if only instinctively; however, thinking about how, perhaps, it might actually* Shatter *Her beak if he did, he opted to instead go for a normal, boring bite. Then he remembered she was a Ghost type and, in fact, had no clue that a Foresight was effective on her, and presumed it would have done nothing anyways.*\n\n*... Wait this wouldn't be like a kiss or something would it? He hesitated. Is that how birds kiss? He probably shouldn't do this, but oh well, if it'll stop her from pecking him... If she did use Mean Look, the worst part would be staying around for the awkwardness.* Wait, can she even learn that move? What? *Starting to catch on?* Is she... Fighting with someone else?"
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"author": "Hinoki",
"message": "Twisting to try and follow where he clambered across her, Hinoki lamented her situation. Stuck in a shrine with what had to be the most determined rat in all of Fey... Pecking someone was a seriously odd sensation. The only similar feeling she could turn up was preening her family, decades ago, but as the mouse yelled in pain she had to admit it was a very distant comparison. Oh! Fur in her mouth! Ew!\n\nAnd then— going for a Bite, blazing lord— but his teeth closed around her beak with only a whisper of the pain she'd expected. She had some things to compare *This* To. It was actually kind of charming, the way he'd insulted the shrine without a second thought, even as Hinoki attacked him. Strikingly similar to tales she'd heard from her teachers, back when they thought horror stories of divine retribution might keep her in line. *So bold! How fun.* Her certainty in her ability to handle the shrine was waning by the minute, though.\n\nDelicately reaching back with her disheveled good wing, she nudged at his face with her soft fanfeathers, trying to get him to detach so she could talk. The creaking had gone eerily silent. *Probably not much time left.* Hinoki sort of hoped it didn't do something awful to him, too."
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"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "*The rat, still gnawing on her beak, winced at the feathers prodding his face.* Oh. Her tone shifted. This was a Arceus-damned kiss, wasn't it? *If a rat could turn flushed, then he very well did, immediately letting go and using a `Quick Attack` to dart over to his needle, picking it up and holding it defensively in the blink of an eye.*\n\nDon't think about it too much. She's probably got something else in store. *His eyes glanced over to the door, which had seemed to shut itself just a few moments earlier-* Huh? What? Since when- how? *Isn't it obvious? Someone else is helping her.*\n\n*His eyes were scanning the room- looking over the shadows, his ears flickering as he tried to catch the sound of* Anything *That could be nearby.* Creaking. Massive footsteps? But I didn't notice anything that fit that profile in here. *You can't see it.* It's... Another ghost?\n\n*He lowered his stance, still quite a bit flustered, holding his needle on the ground.* \"What? What do you want?\" *He seemed to be backing away, despite his battle-instinct telling him to approach.*"
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"author": "Hinoki",
"message": "She couldn't see his face clearly in the dark, but the scampering and the twang of his needle held aloft... Was he scared, somehow? Did he realize what he'd done? The shrine wavered, its roof practically flexing above them. This was certainly not *Her* Mistake, she'd argue for her blamelessness any day of the week, but on the other hand she couldn't bring herself to enjoy the thought of the mouse facing his reckoning. The way his ears twitched...\n\n*He's cute when he's worried,* She thought, rising gingerly onto her feet. Hinoki didn't mind the obviously intentional surprise kiss, especially when they might be doomed to rot here. Escaping probably required cooperation, so she wouldn't complain that he'd switched gears so quickly. Oh, it was actually convenient that her Revelation Dance couldn't hit him— if she had to resort to tearing down the shrine, the mouse would remain (mostly) unharmed.\n\n\"Well, let's try the door,\" She half shrugged, figuring he was asking what the plan was. \"It might be merciful. If it knows what's good for it.\" The general direction of the altar was given a cold stare. Hinoki still wasn't sure how much she could afford to bluff; getting trapped on the spot of the village's destroyed shrine would be *Incredibly* Hard to spin in the morning."
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"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "*He frowned, tilting his head to gander up the length of the door. Its imposing, cold... Well, he'd describe it, but it lurched in darkness- it was almost unknowable like this.*\n\n*Also, isn't it strange how soft Hinoki's feathers are? You should try to stab her back again.* ... ... Come on, focus! *Reaper slapped himself on the cheek, regaining his focus and staggering towards the door- needle pointed towards the Oricorio half heartedly as he approached.* It's like something's going to jump out at me from nothing. *There's no way you'd be able to open it.*\n\n*After getting in appropriate range, he put his hands flush against the surface and started to press into it; then, shortly after, sliding away. Being as light and small as he was, lest he was aided by supernatural forces, he was far too light to press any sort of door open.*\n\n*He scoffed and pulled his bow-tie off, dropping it on the ground; then, a small* Thum *As his weight doubled. He pressed again, but providing little force. Still just a mouse.*\n\n*Scoffing, he dropped his needle to the ground and kicked it some little bits away. Then, turning to Hinoki with a look of resignation,* \"... Could you help me budge this insufferable thing open!?\" *A drop of sweat. He was kind of exhausted after that fight.* \"And what do you mean, 'merciful'? The door isn't exactly... I don't know! Thoughtful?!\""
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"author": "Hinoki",
"message": "Still glaring in the direction she thought the offering space must be, Hinoki wearily attempted to arrange her feathers back into place. *What's it playing at? What does it* Want? This was the most annoying part of any research trip— not uncommon, though, and she hadn't the slightest idea why! She always seemed to get the ire of ritual spaces. But as trying as it was, she found it equally thrilling. There was nothing quite like the satisfaction of outwitting a spirit that wanted you dead. And the difficulty had been raised a few notches by her injuries; would she even have the energy for a last ditch Revelation Dance? *Oho, I hope so!*\n\nThe mouse's irritated words brought her out of her thoughts. *Oh. Right, it's not a solo mission.* Her wings and tail feathers dragged against the uneven wooden floor as she approached him. Maybe it was a ploy, to lower her guard— Hinoki might have height on him, but weight on the other hand... \"Of course,\" She chirped contritely. If he was hoping for a surprise attack, it'd only look better for her when the villagers freed them in the morning. *Terribly* Embarrassing, to be defeated by a mouse, but it would unfortunately suit the image she was going for.\n\nTugging against the door with her good wing, she was glad to see it didn't immediately respond to her touch with a curse. But even though the wood seemed thin and flimsy, Hinoki was hesitant to test her luck and try an Air Slash. Maybe she ought to set up another Quiver Dance before going for it. She'd proven she could carry the mouse without *Too* Much of a struggle. \"If we want to fight our way out, we'll have to be quick about it,\" She said to him in a hushed voice, averting her gaze. \"Making an opening is the hard part— we'll be safe if we can get to the garden.\" *Probably. That's how these things usually work, yes?*"
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"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "*The mouse pushed and watched as Hinoki... Gave it a tug? Well, he hadn't considered the door was meant to flip the other way, but it seemed fruitless nonetheless. It didn't budge.*\n\n*He was about to step back and go for a divekick- horrible idea, never do this- but, as Hinoki whispered to him, he pouted and stopped rearing back, ears twitching.* But I can't hear anyone. *It may be a lack of particular enlightenment in him, perhaps... Out of touch with one's soul?* Nonsense. I have by wits about me...\n\n*Maybe she's leading you into a trap.* Maybe. But this seems... Wrong. Something's not right about this place being a trap. Not with her mannerisms. *He knelt down to grab his bowtie, putting it back on- within was his Float Stone- and kicked his needle back into his hand, standing at Hinoki's side as he sized her up- then the place around them.* \n\n\"... Fight?\" *He narrowed his eyes. Perhaps he couldn't see whatever was here like she could? Or, in a similar manner, 'sense' it. He decided to forgo the inane questioning of 'what' they would be fighting- he felt like he'd eventually see for himself, if it wasn't already related to her strange ghost-summoning dance.* \"Garden. Garden. Hm. Fine.\" *He shook his head-* Following her is a stupid idea- *Then grabbed her good hand, dragging her to the wall and pressing her hand against it.* \"You're a ghost, yes? You can phase through walls? Phase us through.\""
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"author": "Hinoki",
"message": "The creaking of the walls sounded close to laughter. Ooh, if she could only come back here with the right tomes, she'd show it. None of them were actually permitted for removal from the Helios church archives, but if Hinoki couldn't entertain such nice scenarios, she might start screaming. Or laughing along, which would also be undignified. *Am I really this out of practice? To be thrown off by a simple garden shrine?* She'd blame it on the battle. It was the adrenaline from then catching up to her, sending her startling when this was so familiar—\n\nShe jolted hard at the touch on her wing, feathers flying into disarray again as she spun around. It was only the mouse, with what might be the most reasonable suggestion he'd made all night. Following his pull, Hinoki closed her eyes and twisted her bad fan through the first few half-steps of a Revelation Dance, summoning just enough ghostly energy to cover for the two of them. A foggy silhouette of an arm reached out from the ground, bravely swiping at the wall ahead of the other summoned spirits. Upon passing through, it emitted a diminishing \"ᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉ\" And vanished into purple specks.\n\nHinoki held very still, dead focused on keeping her face composed. \"...Before you ask, yes, that will happen to our souls too if we try to phase out.\" She was loathe to release all the spirits right away, but they grew restless if kept around with nothing to attack. Maybe... With another flick of her fan, she sent them out towards the center of the room. They'd be a distraction from her talk with him, if nothing else. \"Do you know what might be at the altar? Anything useful we could go for?\""
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"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "*Watching the ghostly hand phase through the wall and meet a supernaturally horrifying fate, the mouse staggered back and fell to his bum, shaken by the sight before him.* Stupid idea. *Very stupid idea.*\n\n*He facepalmed and stood back up, looking around the room. His ears flickered as the creaking started to grow- he didn't have much in terms of spiritual awareness, but even this was starting to register for him.*\n\n\"I've heard of things beyond simple Pokemon. Beyond... Ghosts and legendary beings. But this...\" *He frowned standing more upright. A deep breath... He was recomposing himself.*\n\n\"... An altar.\" *He tilted his head.* \"... Yes, I've learned a little about this place. It's in poor practice to steal from somewhere you haven't been before. You aren't aware of escape routes, of ways to leave...\n\n\"... This may be some sort of supernatural building... *As I am now learning...* But, it was still built by Pokemon, and with all their flaws in architectural design. Near the altar, there is a small fountain that runs along the ground, one you may walk over. It drains water down into a cavern below this place, with a network leading out some few miles away.\n\n\"... You aren't claustrophobic, are you?\" *He turned to her with a raised brow.*"
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"author": "Hinoki",
"message": "The fate of her poor spirit was nothing to laugh over, but even now she had to stifle a giggle when the mouse toppled backwards. It was a welcome distraction from the pressure in the air, the sense that something very much did not want her here. She wished she had a mirror— her usual composed look probably did nothing, with the rest of her in such tatters. Could the mouse tell? He seemed like he had better night vision, but it wouldn't take much to outdo her there.\n\nAha. As a priest, Hinoki was obligated to denounce all theft in sacred places— from his actions, she was certain he didn't respect the Solarian Throne any more than he did this crude little shrine— and yet... She covered her beak with her good wing. How reliable! Though she was concerned if she'd sneak through as well as him; she could probably make it, but getting soaked would add another layer of indignity. \"No, but... I mean, yes I am, most severely! We'd better stay close.\" Contradictory, but she was frazzled, both from the exhilaration and the knowledge of what this shrine could do to a ghost. *Does it have something against being haunted? Too funny.*\n\nThe summoned spirits were close to done with their zooming around the room. Hinoki waved a fan, gearing them up for one last futile frenzy. It should be enough to cover their run to the fountain, and hopefully far away from the shrine's range. She was trusting the rat more than she wanted to with this, but she was pretty certain that his fear was genuine. He wanted out just as much as she did.\n\n\"Count of three?\" She asked. \"Our silly little break for it?\""
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"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "*One might say that Reaper's concerns were equal- that Hinoki was plotting something beyond their escape, or that perhaps this was the work of the bird herself-*\n\n\"Close. Hm.\" *He glanced side to side, eyes squinting- he could just barely make out the spirits, as evident as they may be to the Oricorio, and he couldn't feel the pressure around him quite as well.* \"Right. On the count of-\"\n\nCRYAK! *Suddenky, a floorboard shattered underneath Reaper's right foot, melting into a spectral ooze as his foot seemed to oh-so-slightly melt with it- but he couldn't see this, as it was more a matter of spiritual melting. All he could tell was that his foot went incredibly numb...* She's telling the truth. Can't afford to be skeptical.\n\n\"J-just a second...\" *He stumbled, his foot gone limp; he stepped to the side for a moment, regaining balance; then, he stood right at her side, putting his paw on her back- his other occupied with his needle.*\n\n\"... Look...\" *He turned his head left and right, ears flickering rapidly.* \"... I can't... See... What's going on here. But you can, yes? ... If there's something there, tell me.\n\n\"... The count of three.\n\n\"One...\n\n\"Two...\"\n\n*His arm tightened around Hinoki as he started to kick off on his limp foot.* \"... THREE!\""
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"author": "Hinoki",
"message": "*Erk. Come now, don't go for him... I doubt he has a particularly tasty soul!* She couldn't tear her eyes away from the damage, though she could only guess how it had even happened from the sound of broken wood. Was he physically hurt, too? The wounds on her back still ached, but Hinoki wasn't opposed to carrying him out of there if need be. It had been surprisingly fun, when he wasn't slicing at her. She didn't want to admit what a problem the darkness was.\n\n\"...Right.\" The mouse might not have much practice with spirits, but he did seem experienced in getaways. And he didn't even try to trick her this time! She did her best to support him as they launched forward, flicking her free fan in one final order. There were just a few spirits remaining. Hinoki was pleased to hear them scream curses with all their might, swooping around with a vengeance— but she could only hope that would be enough to keep the shrine's attention off its main targets. More splintering wood behind her, barely heard under the shrieks. A closer one— she flapped instinctively, wincing, trying not to shove over her accomplice. \"Nearly there, light guide me, sun shine down on this wretched place,\" She muttered under her breath.\n\nWater covered her legs and tailfeathers, and her prayers turned into a sharp cry of alarm. This was the plan, though... If she hadn't messed it up."
},
{
"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "*For Reaper, well, he didn't know what to make of it. Fun? Mayhaps, but that's an opinion best formed after they high-tail it out of there.*\n\n*His running was jagged at first, the mouse tripping over his own foot a couple of times; however, with enough balance, and enough crackling wood behind them, he was able to keep up with the quasi-sprinting bird.* \n\n*He pressed his foot into the water and, for a second, felt it like normal; however, that feeling quickly turned to ice, then numbness once more. There it was- the fountain, a Dhelmise dripping water from its maw beneath a Primarina, holding a jug that also seeped an everlasting stream.*\n\nTrace the path... *His eyes followed the flow of water, towards the 'downstream', until it ended in a small grove of flowers- and, in the end, a vertical grate as it flowed beneath the floor.* \"There,\" *He gestured, diving towards the grate and using a `Wide Slash` to break it open-* CYCHAW!- *Which rattled the room.*\n\n*It was small, as mentioned... In fact, whether or not it would even fit Hinoki was up for debate; however, Reaper was already diving in, taking only a second to turn himself around- he seemed pretty capable of moving freely in there.* \"Come on...\""
},
{
"author": "Hinoki",
"message": "Her tail and the drooping edges of her wings had turned entirely unwieldy in the water, soaked through and heavy. She was able to catch the flash of his Wide Slash and the direction of the clang, though, and waded towards it as fast as she could. The room was shaking, too long after the sound faded; yes, the shrine was furious. Her ghosts could no longer be heard, either dismissed or exorcised she couldn't tell. Was that grating sound from the walls bending? Hinoki chuckled breathlessly. *Too bad! I'll see yet another day!*\n\nShe could make it through the gap if she ducked down and tucked her wings in, but there was still more of her than there was of the mouse. When she crowded in after him, she found she could go no further— there was a sharp tug on her tailfeathers. \"YOU—\" Holding her battered wings out against the sides of the tunnel, she dug her talons into the floor but couldn't do more than remain where she was against the force pulling her back. \"You damnable *Fiend!* I'll put a curse on your heathen shed so terrifying no one will step *Foot* In here for the next *Century!* They'll burn you in disgrace, and I'll dance on the ashes! Release me this minute!\" Hinoki fumed over her shoulder. She couldn't *Wait* To be out of here, but her strength alone wasn't enough to make it. *This is mortifying.*"
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"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "\"!!!\" *Reaper watched, confused, as the water ran around the two and shuttered out much of the spectral noise behind her.* \"What are you doing!?\" *Why was she cussing him out all of a sudden!? Was this some sort of trap?! It was, wasn't it? And she was-* Behind her. 'Release me.'\n\n*He had to take a few minutes to process that line of thought, but soon after he threw the needle deeper down the hole and turned to face Hinoki.* How would I pull...\n\n*He looked up and down, briefly, before getting up close to her head- standing crouched-over.* \"Hold on.\" *He wrapped his arms up beneath her shoulders and planted his feet beneath her chest, quasi-deadlifting her away from the hole and towards the blackness beyond. The water ran along his sides, and he had to hold his breath for a second as his head was submerged, but soon he was providing a* Mighty *Tug from underneath Hinoki to pull her from the shrine. He wasn't as strong as most, but with the threat of death just a bird's feather away...*"
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"author": "Raelin",
"message": "Today, today just kind of *Sucked.* As much as it had been weeks ago now, the news of Volcarona's unfortunate passing had finally reached Wisterwood and it was hard for her to hide that she was rocked more than a little. She had been on a walk just to recenter her head a little and by what she believed could only be divine trickery, it put her in the place so close to right but just far enough away she couldn't have possibly intervened.\n\nWhile she had managed to chase the thief off - a coward who didn't quite have the bravery to face her, at least it gave her a chance to get the poor soul back here. Shaken, poorer but very much alive, which was something to be grateful for if absolutely nothing else. She was done here for now, heading back out but wearing her very heavy heart on her sleeve."
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "The tall and imposing form of Anonymous stepped in front of the doorway to one of the larger cabins where several rooms for patients rested. The snake coiled around her arm was as off-putting as always, an unsettling twist on the nostalgia of the couple spending time keeping the peace together in the past. Anon stared down at Raelin with a tired stare, but not antagonistic in any way. Anonymous didn't always agree with Raelin's methods, but there was no doubt that she helped the people of Wisterwood, and that was enough for the Cacturne.\n\n\n\"How's Nolan holding up?\" She asked about the victim casually, oblivious to the fact that she was still blocking the door."
},
{
"author": "Raelin",
"message": "Raelin seemed to be almost startled out of thought. She'd grown... Uncomfortably used to Anonymous' weird taxidermy of their partner over the last couple of years but right now, without even having been addressed, it caught her off-guard, her nose curling up a little at the sight, her instinct reacting just slightly before her better manners stifled the most immediate response.\n\n\"Ah! I should've expected I'd see you around. Uh, he's okay. I mean, don't get me wrong, he's been roughed up but the doc says it's nothing a couple days' rest shouldn't deal with.\" Raelin explained, her paw gently falling across her chest, even a little relieved. Anon was definitely invested in keeping this place safe and sharing what she knew now meant there would be two minds on the trail immediately. Three? She couldn't discount that the Sandaconda might somehow be involved - no, she had to stop and push that kind of invasive thought out of her mind. That whole situation was just... A bit too troublesome. Heck, it was only now she noticed that she was actually blocked in.\n\n\"Are you pinning me inside for a reason there, buddy?\""
},
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"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Sylvia had only died 9 months ago, but it was still certainly enough time to get somewhat used to the couple's unusual relationship... But yes, it was better that Raelin not bring it up, lest she get on the Cacturne's bad side, which could certainly get messy knowing her and the greater implications of a conflict between the two well known members of the town.\n\nAnonymous went ahead and looked the Lucario up and down, searching for any recent wounds or signs of wear that indicated how involved she may have been with the scuffle, but her assessment was interrupted by Raelin's inquiry. It caused her to look down and around herself, realizing the awkward situation she had put Raelin and taking a few steps back to step aside and let her through. \"No, there isn't.\" She spoke succinctly, trying to maintain professionalism."
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"author": "Sanctus",
"message": "Sanctus was not one for relaxing. It was pointless and time-wasting; not to mention, he was far too busy to spend his time sitting around and doing nothing. So, unsurprisingly, he was not at the wisterwood springs to relax. Instead, finding a relatively dry spot where he could still feel the warmth of the spring's waters, he gently lowered himself to the ground and pulled out his work.\n\nHe had chosen this area to work due to its generally quiet atmosphere. Not to mention, he'd heard this place was good for one's health. Ever since his injury, his condition had been worsening. Perhaps this place would do some good for him; he condition was beginning to make working more difficult, and he refused to let his progress be slowed by his pitifully failing body.\n\nHe began tinkering with a small machine, faint clinks and metallic scraping noises filling the air. However, after a moment, he got the sense he wasn't alone. Turning his head, he noticed... A pokemon? Their head was only barely sticking out of the water, so he hadn't noticed them. He sighs.\n\nTrying his best to pretend they don't exist, he turns back to his work."
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "Too late.\n\nNicole tipped their hat up, with a small 'mmmmngn?' The clicks and clacks of metal had caught their attention, and they turned their head to glance at Sanctus.\n\n\"It's a nice spring, isn't it?\" Nicole offered the question, drifting over to the edge of the springs closest to him. Sanctus interested him- how could someone look so stressed in a place meant for relaxing? \"You getting good work done on your doohickeymajig?\""
},
{
"author": "Sanctus",
"message": "He suppresses a groan of annoyance. The pokemon is now speaking to him; a turn of events he had been hoping to avoid. He very hesitantly turns to face them, eyes scanning them with an air of unimpressed neutrality.\n\nThey are a water type, Sanctus notes. A Phione, to be exact. It is... Unsurprising, that they would enjoy a place like this.\n\"I have spent insufficient time here to garner an opinion on the local surroundings.\" He replies, voice dull. \n\nHe looks faintly offended at his creation being referred to as a 'doohickeymajig', as the strange pokemon put it. \n\"It is a small, remotely-controlled tracking device.\" He tells them, \"Meant to be discreetly hooked onto a target. A side project, until I manage to obtain the materials needed for my larger goals.\""
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"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"Well, take it from a local. Well, I'm not really a 'local,' but im here a lot. It's nice!\" Nicole hummed, and did a small twirl. \"You've got an awfully long face- maybe it'd do you some good!\" They have a light-hearted chuckle.\n\n\"Sounds interesting! Could keep the kids in check with something like that, eheh. Well, if I had any kids. Haven't found that lucky lady or gentleman yet, y'know? Yeah, you know.\" The idea that it could be used for anything morally questionable never crossed Nicole's mind- always assuming the best and making no exception for the Lokix.\n\n\"What kind of larger goals have you got in mind? Always nice to see the youth chasing their dreams, hm?\" Nicole was his senior by quite literally only 2 years. Sanctus was very far from a 'youth.'"
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"author": "_glooper",
"message": "As the twigs cascaded down the stream, a duet of voices, both of which sounded the same, murmured over much of nothing. And then, like a meatball gone rogue, a head of lettuce tumbled out of the brush, half sliced and completely falling apart. After it came chasing Cassie, with a pan protruding out of her mouth. Pollux waved around, frantically chanting into the air.\n\n\"Drop it, drop it, drop it, *Scream fuck as loud as you CAN*!\" He cheered and begged and cried right as the cabbage kerplooshed into the springs, vaguely swiveling.\n\nCassie's charge halted immediately after her foot entered the slightly heated water. Fearing for her life, she reared back and accidentally launched her once frying eggs right onto one of Mallow's sticks.\n\n\"Hh!\" Cassie gawked.\n\n\"Say it! Scream it! Frick!\" Pollux said.\n\nShe was close to Mallow when Pollux 'cursed', separated only by the fact that Cassie was preoccupied."
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"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "Mallow leaned forward, sniffing the egg. It took her a few seconds before she started eating it- with the appropriate amount of hesitance for a stupid twelve year old. None.\n\n\"...You are weird.\" She was speaking with a full mouth. \"And loud.\" Someone had interrupted her stick pushing activity, but Mallow wasn't going to name names."
},
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"author": "_glooper",
"message": "Caught amidst a storm of grumbles, Cassie's ossicones wiggled when Mallow shlurped down that soggy egg. She dropped the pan into a psychic grip, blops of grease and egg sweat cascading from its lip. She looked at the cat.\n\nAnd then she squinted. And leaned down.\n\n\"Punt her into the water,\" Pollux suggested.\n\n\"Um. No,\" Cassie shook her head and gestured with her pan. \"I'm not weird. I'm just doing weird things. Sorry to disturb you.\""
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"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n꧁~ Cerul came in rather... Uncerimoniously. His large puffy wings weren't made in mind for entering doors, so as soon as she squeezd through she was already trying to fix and preen them. Ever the perfectionist after all, if you're going to be fancy and rich might as well look the part! Her talons clacked against the wooden floor and finally ended up at the long bar! It was 2:30 pm... So he wouldn't be ordering anything alcoholic, he still has to fly back to Neone at some point.\n\n◈ **\"A water, if you may. And make it spiffy.\"** Cerul said to the bar tender... Her voice was razor sharp, edging on an order instead of a request... It made the atmosphere a little tense, especially since Cerul was sitting right next to Nicole!\n\n[ \n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "Nicole tipped their head over to the side, giving a small 'humm' as they squinted at Cerul.\n\n\"You in the tavern lots?\" They pulled one of their ribbons behind their back, glancing up at the comparatively huge Altaria. \n\n\"Just curious! I don't think I've seen you in here before.\" Nicole would know. They practically lived in here, after all."
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n꧁~ The bird was rather surprised to hear somebody talking to her... One of the fey people??? Rather silly, that they'd be talking to someone of *His* Standing. But as baffled as he was, he wasn't actually angry! \n\n◈ **\"Oh me? No no, I'm not even in this town 'lots'.\"**\n\n꧁~ She replied, short and sweet. \n\n◈ **\"I don't really visit Fey often... Much too gritty for me... I swear it takes an eon to get the grit here out of my clouds.\"** Its of note that she wasn't making eye contact up until now! His shiny obsidian eyes made a *Perfect* Compliment to his slightly tinted purple feathers, at least, he thought so.\n\n[ \n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
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"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"Oh!!!!\" Despite nothing being funny, Nicole gave a laugh- leaning back and folding their arms.\n\n\"Well, grit n' all, I think you'll find this taverns worth it. Even for a big birdy like yourself. It's a nice place they've got here. Are you a- are you a pancake fan?\" Nicole patted the Altaria's feathers, as some sort of friendly gesture.\n\n\"They have really good ones. I mean, I can't call myself the pancake *Expert,* But. Pretty good!\" They glanced over to their nearly finished plate. With a quick motion, they put a quarter of a horribly soggy pancake in their mouth- chewing and swallowing while Cerul responded."
},
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"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n꧁~ The altaria seemed to seize up when touched. Her feathers ruffled and she was veeerry much on guard... Birdy no likey touchie ):\n\n◈ **\"Those are... Pancakes?\"** He asked in genuine confusion... It looked lopsided and blobby, like an ameoba. It was drowning in syrup too, oozing over the edges of the plate and onto the counter. The pancakes Cerul was used to eating were normally circular, and had delicacies like oran berries and the such on them! Not runny syrup... **\"Ehm... Well I'd say I do, normally-\"**\n\n꧁~ He looked around the tavern. Unkept, a bit dusty, some splinters here and there she could spot from a mile away. What was there here that was worth it? To distract her from that question, a small mug was slid down the bar with some well needed water.\n\n◈ **\"I don't think pancake expert is a profession, but if the shoe fits?\"** Cerul looked at Nicole with absolute confusion, tilting her head just slightly, before taking a graceful swig of his drink. He reached down to one of the leather bags strapped around his cloud wings and produced a hankerchief, dapping at any residual water remaining in her beak. **\"I don't think I brought a meal with me...** ***I might actually have to order something...\"*** He sounded a bit worried after that last sentince, muttering it to himself.\n\n[ \n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
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"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"Oopsie Daisy. That's my bad.\" They put their hands up after noticing Cerul flinch, and pulled them back.\n\n\"Ya.\" Nicole pulled the closest to a ^_^ face a technically not cartoon character could pull. \"You never know what you're missing out on until you're there and can taste it, really.\" The Phione talked on a much larger scale, oblivious to the standard stove's existance entirely. Eating a meal that was warm was about as good as Nicole thought they'd ever get.\n\n\"Well, I'm at the very least a pancake *Connoisseur*. And as one, I've got a million dollar idea for you, erm- hey, what *Is* Your name? Anyways. I think the pancakes are good, if you're getting something here. No bias, pinky prommy.\" They grinned. Neither of them had pinkies. Or hands at all."
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n◈ **\"It isn't your fault, no need to apologize.\"** She didn't bother making eye contact while saying that. His words were more like a business affair.\n\n꧁~ The altaria saw the weird sort of smile Nicole tried to pull, giving a nervous regal smile back. She wasn't used to this level of casualness. His whole life it was business this, trade robotics that... He wasn't sure if he liked it yet or not...\n\n◈ **\"Pinky prommy..?\"** The way he said it sounded vaguely judgemental, but raised a talon and gently took Nicole's hand... It would be horrifying to see sharp bird talons wrapping around their flipper hand thing, but Cerul was competent in exchanging hand shakes, which is what she assumed a 'pinky prommy' was... How strange, must be a fey thing. **\"Yes yes, it is rather rude of me to have not introduced myself, isn't it? My name is Cerul Aetris.\"** She nodded her head like she was bowing to some sort of royalty.\n\n◈ **\"I believe I'm privy to hear your name too, Mx..?\"** The bird held the handshake for a moment before letting go. As a bar keep passed by, the altaria reluctantly spoke up and ordered some pancakes, it would be rude not to after getting a recommendation from a bonafide connoisseur! Even if the pancakes looked less than ideal... And downright unhealthy.\n\n[ \n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
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"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"Pinky prommy. That's how you know it's good.\" Nicole figured the odd glance came from a place of ignorance, rather than an attempt to insult them.\n\n\"Ceruls a good name. Kind of like Cerulean- like blue! Which you are. So am I!\" They nodded approvingly. \"Mines Nicole, though. Can call me Nick, Nicky, Nickster or just Nicole if thats the kind of tango you groove to.\"\n\n\"Here's an icebreaker, from little old me to big old you. Let's say you couldn't be an Altaria anymore- through some kinda magic- Y'know, apparently my ancestors used to be able to do some body swapping stuff. I can't, but pretty cool fact, huh?- What pokemon do you think you'd be, if not a fluffy birdy bird?\" \n\n\"In *My* Humble opinion, you give off big Mantine vibes. Kind of regal in that nice-looking way, *And* Still blue. That's just my two cents though- you probably know Cerul a little better than me.\" Nicole gave a small chuckle."
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"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n꧁~ Cerul was slowly becoming flustered... Nicole's nicknames like birdy, fluffy, regal, it was all so out of left field. Cerul struggled keeping pace, each question rocketing against her face like a projectile and bouncing off left and right, and over all she was not used to someone being this nice to him-\n\n◈ **\"Yes my name is based off the col- uhm it's good to meet yo- magic??? I...\"** Cerul was juggling all of the statements like some confusing act... He was proficient in business squabble... N-not squabble squabble!!!\n\n꧁~ Cerul waited in a less than patient manner, waiting for the Phione to wrap up so she could talk.\n\n◈ **\"That sure is an... Interesting volley of questions-\"** He cleared his throat before talking. **\"Ahem, but you're right, I do know myself quite a bit... I personally imagine myself as a dragonair.** ***Still*** **A brilliant blue, still as much of a beautiful icon~\"** She seemed to preen her ego a whole lot... Not to an insufferable degree; still more than the average person.\n\n◈ **\"And what if you Mx. Nicole? Your very...\"** He searched for a nice word... She didn't give nice compliments very often, if at all. **\"... Your very energy reminds me of a cramorant..?\"** He stared at Nicole, wondering if he was doing this right or miserably failing and bringing shame to her whole bloodline... Her eyes stayed focused on Nicole's, trying to read their expression.\n\n[ \n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
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"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"Dragonair...\" Nicole echoed, squinting as they thought of the possibility. How could they be so blind? Cerul would *Absolutely* Be a Dragonair. \"For sure, for sure. You'd be a great Dragonair.\" They agreed, slowly nodding.\n\nNicole thought even deeper about them being a Cramorant. For five long seconds, at *Least.* Though, finally, they looked up- staring back into Cerul's eyes.\n\n\"You're *Absolutely* Right! A few would come visit my old kingdom sometimes, you know. I always got to come up and greet them- got my old man to give me a royal pardon just so I could come to the surface and talk to them! Very pleasant folk- I wouldn't mind being a bird like that at all.\" Nicole implied that they themselves used to be a royal, if their 'old man' could give them a pardon. But, this was hardly relevant to the Phione- and they carried on soon after.\n\n\"Hows flying like? Being at or even above the clouds- is it nice? I've never been- might've guessed that, with my lack of many wings, hehe- but now with all this Cramorant talk I can't help but think about it.\""
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n◈ **\"I believe I would too, it would be nice to swim for a change too... Water is terrible for my clouds, I tell you.\"**\n\n꧁~ Cerul was more than relieved to have the hail storm of questions ease off. It gave him time to properly think and consider every intricate word she had to say. Each and every one was meticulously selected like a fax machine to construct the perfect answer~\n\n◈ **\"I don't need to fly with the clouds, I practically already am one~\"** She stretched out one of her wings, the puffy white collection of softness was as light as and looked like a cloud! **\"However, flying is the ultimate feeling of lightness. Not being bound by something trivial like...\"** He tried to call something to mind. . . **\"Something trivial something trivial...\"** He repeated. **\"OH! Like waiting for pancakes this long... Goodness me what takes a place like this so long? Barley worth my time...\"**\n\n꧁~ The altaria dipped into being too personal for a moment, having to rip herself out of that mindset and back to his status quo. On que, the pancakes were placed in front of the pair, piping hot with a small cup of syrup served next to them. The altaria looked at the awkward shape of the pancake... Eugh... Was this a flap jack or a single celled organism?\n\n◈ **\"You aren't ehm...\"** He pondered words. **\"... Starving for seconds, are you?\"** She looked overat then, hesitant to call what was on the plate food, at least by his standards. \n\n[ \n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
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"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"Guess so, yeah!\" They shrugged. \"Nothing good can last forever. And, hey- the grounds not all that bad.\"\n\nNicole watched expectantly as Cerul bit into his pancakes, and gave a satisfied smile when she seemed pleased enough with them.\n\n\"See! Not that bad!\" Nicole clapped their hands together. \"Where I'm from, we don't really have ovens- you can't make much of a fire in the oceans I'm from, haha! You could warm stuff over thermal vents, but not much else. This whole baking thing though, whoo!\" Nicole seemed awfully pleased over the existance of what seemed so menial.\n\n\"Say, Cerul. Where are *You* From? Hows the family, eh?\""
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n◈ **\"Yes, the ground has what we need to survive, and then some.\"** He spoke after swallowing.\n\n꧁~ The bird made another small slice and dipped it gingerly into the syrup, not drowning it like Nicole did but still enjoying it for its wholeness. She opened her eye for a moment and saw Nicole watching. This prompted him to gently set down the fork and make a soft scoff.\n\n◈ **\"Okay so they're... Passable...\"** Cerul made a quick glance back at Nicole, her eyes darted back immediately though, retreating. **\"The ocean sounds nice, do other 'mon live down there or is it just you?\"**\n\n꧁~ Cerul immediately perked up at the chance to talk a bit about herself, that embarrassed fluster washing away.\n\n◈ **\"Only one if the best places there is on this continent~! I'm from Neone, but I travel around as apart of what I do. My parents send me in smaller jobs, distribute technology to holes in the wall, bring back whatever I can to them.\"** That confident smile returned to her beak. **\"The family is... Fine. They're family, what else can you ask of them? Food, shelter, education.\"**\n\n[ \n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"Only me and an entire kingdom!\" Nicole laughed. In a weird way, they were happy to see Cerul as clueless about the sea as they were about the land. They had that in common, you know?\n\n\"I was supposed to be the heir to the throne, back there. But one thing lead to another and I'm not a big fan of the guillotine- don't imagine you are either?- and now I'm *Cruising~*\" Nicole made a wave motion with their hand. \"Goin' from place to place- see what sticks, yeah?\" They hummed, seemingly pleased with just about anything Cerul said or did.\n\n\"Is it, now? I've ought to visit, sometime!\" Nicole thought about the quality of the pancakes from such an allegedly esteemed place. Pricey, but dare they say, worth such a cost? The curiosity was killing them.\n\n'Sounds like you've got a good thingy going for yourself. You takin' lots of breaks? Makin' sure you're not workin, eh, *Tooooo* Hard?\" Nicole said it in a joking tone, but still meant the sentiment. No use in working hard when *Not* Working hard got you, ultimately, the same result."
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{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous had taken quite a part in arranging this whole matter... She couldn't help but feel like Mal was her responsibility to keep out of trouble. She didn't initially like the idea of having a public panel like this but... Eh. Maybe it would help calm down the public. She had already thoroughly questioned Mal, so she imagined she wouldn't get too much useful information here... But she had to make sure this didn't go wrong.\n\nSpying the cloaked figure, Anonymous would take a few steps toward them, looking at them from a few different angles, trying to see if the figure was familiar or not..."
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "They wouldn't be, no. Their stature was actually quite small. Their mug, which a smiling Lunisse provided them with, was being held by petit paws that only just barely stuck out from their sleeves. As it stood now, they didn't really seem to take notice of Anonymous; Not yet, at least."
},
{
"author": "speggatoto",
"message": "February sat by herself at a table while she nursed her veeeery tiny drink. She was only really here to get some downtime from the mission and maybe sate her curiosity about the strange new robotic pokemon.\n\nBeing native to Fey, she didn't even know what a robot *Was* Until that posh birdie had uttered earlier the phrase earlier during the investigation in the clearing. February didn't know what she was expecting but this bunny looking 'mon in the middle of tavern certainly was... Doing something to those expectations? At this first glance, she wasn't sure what to think."
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "Torstein was also here. Whatever tiff Lunisse and Torstein had previously was probably partially remedied by how much coin the cat was supplying the Lurantis in exchange for drinks. Seriously, he'd been here for a while even before there was supposed to be a party for the discovery. \n\nGlug glug glug... He was on his sixth so far, by the way. \n\n\"Mn. You're a robot, right? Was your creator... Challenged, mentally?\"\n\nIt wasn't entirely clear if Torstein was emboldened by his booze or if this was just. What came out even without inebriation."
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "Beta kinda shifted in her space for a moment, rubbing her arm nervously as she pondered about how she should respond to the question. \"I... Well. My creator is... Hm. Uncomfortable. Very intelligent, but not... Not well. I'm... Not sure how to really explain it...\" She shuddered. \"...Just another great reason to vacate the vicinity when I had the opportunity to do so, I think.\""
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "\"I'll take that as a yes,\" Torstein summarized. He seemed content with that answer, gesturing to lunisse for another shot of her famous Whatever She Decided Would Cause Most Future Harm"
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "\"ᴼʰ ᵐʸ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᴳᵒᵈ, ʰᵒʷ ʰᶦᵍʰ ᵃᵐ ᴵ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇʳᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᴬᴮⱽ ᵗᵒ—\" She poured him another one and set it down in front of him. \"Your tab is gonna make you scream. You know that, right?\""
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "\"I'm gonna scream more without a few more shots,\" The cat assured her. \"I'm impressed by your quality. It feels like these shots get stronger each time.\""
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous began to properly move through the people here... With a situation like this, a dangerous person like Beta, her...\"Creators\" Probably looking for her... She wasn't going to risk anything. As such. The Cacturne would nip this in the bud, before she let her paranoia get the better of her.\n\nAnonymous went ahead and gave a firm tap on the shoulder (if they have one) of the cloaked figure with her left hand. She had been a Cacturne long enough to know how to do it without pricking anyone. \"Hey, Pal.\""
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{
"author": "speggatoto",
"message": "The flowery pokemon took another sip of her berry juice as she examined the robot and did her best not to worry about the drunken steel-type at the bar.\nShe felt a strange sense about Beta, something *Almost* Familiar but not quite enough to know what that feeling was... Maybe something to do with Beta being mechanical? I mean, this *Is* Feb's first time meeting a robot, maybe they're all just like that?\n\n'Say, Beta?'\n\nFebruary spoke up, finally thinking of a question to ask-\n\n'If you don't mind me asking, What would have happened if you stayed with your creator? I caught that it was dangerous back at home in Neone but not much else... Now I think about it, I don't really know anything at all about Neone.'"
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "\"I don't know the, um, exact details... But it's very strange. Only four Beta units were created— those being Units 0001, 0002, 0003, and 0004. And we were programmed with... A 'will'? Normally servants are mass-produced, and don't have... That. It's suspicious. And I have a bad feeling about it. That's why I left. He tried to keep us in cages, and he'd shock us if we tried to leave. I... I don't like it. I don't like thinking about it.\" The android shuddered in her slot, rubbing one of her arms."
},
{
"author": "speggatoto",
"message": "They would shock her and lock her in a cage? How sickeningly and needlessly cruel.\nSure, Beta may have cut down the trees by mistake but... Seeing her talk here and sympathising with the emotions that she felt- it was clear to everybody that she was just as much a living 'mon as anybody else! \n\n'Its a good thing you managed to get out of there! That all sounds real scary.'\n\nShe offered a gentle smile to try and quell that discomfort that probably arose from recalling such a frightening memory.\n'I'm sure you're in good hands now with the sheriff taking care of you.'"
},
{
"author": "Lord Silas Jalorda",
"message": "*Highly* Irregular. What kind of felon would justify being dragged out in front of the entire town? Sometimes, Silas wondered if he ever would truly fit in with this town but then... It probably beat the course of justice that would be doled out at home in Neone.\n\nSo he had decided to humor the locals with their strange traditions. It was pretty soon that he would come to regret it - the moment the snake had made entrance to the tavern and set eyes on what was in front of him, he froze so solid he could have become a makeshift javelin.\n\nHe looked at the robot that stood across from everyone. Adjusted his glasses, made a mental note to be absolutely sure he hasn't had any hallucinogens today and once he was absolutely sure the thing in front of him was perfectly real, he summarily yelped, slithered back around the door with only his head visible and peering around the corner at the... The *Thing* That had somehow crawled from that hole.\n\n**\"Kill it! Someone get the guards and kill it!\"**"
},
{
"author": "Cerul Aetris | Altaria",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 \n\n\n꧁~ In preparation for this frankly wasteful small town tradition, Cerul had to preen himself a bit. Getting out today's dirt, readjusting her jewelry, getting all fancied up like this was the world's most important gala~ ✨ \n\n꧁~ Buuut it wasn't. It was just some country folk gathering to just drive a further stake in both her sanity and her pride, and he was NOT going to let that happen. His dignity was at stake, therefore, she must save it! So Cerul made sure he was absolutely ready before leaving Silas' mansion.\n\n꧁~ And lo-and behold who was cowering outside of the doors...\n\n◈ **\"Come now, Silas, we both know killing her would only bring about** ***More problems.\"*** Cerul said antagonistically, trying to wedge himself past the snake.\n\n\n❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎"
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "Torstein let out a very noticeable chuckle of mockery towards Silas, just kind of amused by how afraid the newcomer seemed to be of this robot. \"Don't worry, this one couldn't hurt you even if she tried. She'd probably just get stuck again.\"\n\nTorstein put a claw to his beard, contemplating how best to ~~worsen~~ improve the situation now that Cerul was here. Unfortunately he didn't know jack shit about Neone or the myriad politics happening here. He shrugged to himself. \n\n\"We're not killing the robot. Just being able to see how much of a failure that birdbrain's homeland is, that alone is worth the price of keeping her around,\" He declared as if he had any level of authority here. \"Oh, and judging by her explanation, this Neone place is as cruel as they are incompetent. So if anyone has any bright ideas of sending her back to that place, they'll have a fight waiting for them.\"\n\nMake no mistake, Torstein's defense of the Magearna was fueled by disdain of snobby nobles rather than compassion for abused machines. If keeping the robot here hurt people like Cerul, he was more than ready to maintain this position."
},
{
"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "Just as Beta was beginning to calm down some, with the encouraging words from February, it... Didn't last as a result of Thilath entering the room and instantly flipping a shit as soon as he saw her. The robot began to panic at the mention of guards being called to kill her, and she frantically looked for a place to run and hide. She chose to jump the counter and hide inside of a cabinet in Lunisse's kitchen, although she did a poor job at hiding; A very loud metal rattling noise came from it on the other side of the wall as she trembled.\n\nThe Mienfoo just kind of drew a blank watching this. \"Unless her particular model was kept behind closed doors, she must have been a particularly new development; I was just at the Phoenix Spire a few days ago, and I didn't see any Magearna models with red or gold bodywork... Or, um. This level of... Character. Am I missing something here?\"\n["
},
{
"author": "zacc_o",
"message": "Meanwhile, as the chaos began to unravel, Henry the local tinkering Eevee, as he carefully overhead everything that was spoken prior, was sitting silently by a table amongst the onlooking crowd to see it all. From Silas's visceral reaction to Beta's presence to Torstein rambling from all the way across the room like a drunken sailor, and then to Beta herself leaping behind the bar counter like a cat that's been scared the living daylights out of. And he could scarcely blame her for such a reaction. Wishing death upon Beta, even if she was a robot, like that out of nowhere with little explanation provided? It was madness, he thought.\n\nThough he also couldn't help but wonder *Why* Silas reacted the way he did upon seeing Beta. Did her presence alone pose that much of a threat to the snake?\n\nThen he heard the Meinfoo across from him speak up. Just from hearing the words 'Phoenix Spire' was enough to cause a knot to twist up his stomach. The mere mention of his true homeland always made him feel queasy, for they always brought back memories he wished would just stay in deeper, inaccessible recesses of his mind, or preferrably out of his mind altogether. Alas, such deep-rooted memories would always prove nigh impossible to get rid of...\n\nBut something else crossed his mind, then. Something he thought of prior just before coming to this hearing. Whatever the Meinfoo said clearly warranted Henry's attention as he, too, began to speak up. \"You were-?\" He questioned the Meinfoo. \"And you're *Sure* That you saw no other models like her?\""
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"author": "reapersynergy",
"message": "\"Well... Yes. I requested an audience, and I managed to get it.\" They paused, crossing their arms. \"Well. I suppose that oversimplifies it a little bit. He was interested in hearing the word of Eden.\"\n\n\"Let's just say thoughts and whispers enter my mind... Not necessarily premonitions, but information I should never be able to know. It gives me... Some kind of credibility beyond that of most prophets and witnesses.\" The Mienfoo stopped for a moment.\n\n\"It's a possibility that our marvelous mechanical friend in the other room is a result of my meeting.\" They stopped again, surveying the room. Their voice, however young, was calm and mystical in some odd way— Like a calm sage telling an old tale. The kind of mysticism that's gentle, yet utterly demands attention and respect... A demeanor far beyond their time. \n\n**\"Four chambers. Four talismans. Four moulds. Four keys to Eden, each in the tombs of the crowned heroes of olde. Keys to open the way to an age of peace, prosperity, wisdom... Nirvana itself. It perhaps sounds like religious jargon, or a deal that's too good to be true... But then that, in and of itself, wouldn't make very much sense, for these treasures are very real, and well-documented... But very secure, though the Princes of this age know of little reason as to why.\"** They trailed off.\n\n\"Many apologies. I tend to, um, really get into it, aha... My name is **Tesseracts Within Clouds,** But most Pokemon would much rather refer to me as Tesse. I'm a prophet!\" They outstretched their paw to the Eevee— clearly very friendly, if just a little naive.\n\nBy this time, Lunisse had fished Beta out of the kitchen and practically dragged her back over the counter. \"Employees only, ya bucket of bolts.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just—!\" The robot was quickly silenced by the plantbug.\n\n\"Yea, yea, you can give me your lip service later, hon. Go back to answering for your crimes or whatever.\"\n\n...And now she was right back where she started:\n\nIn a room full of strangers who she didn't trust, who didn't trust her, and who may have reasonably wanted to tear her to bits. Fun!\n["
},
{
"author": "speggatoto",
"message": "The tiny fairy was still attempting to accost the grass-type cowering in the doorway, completely missing the unusual Mienfoo's preaching- not that she had paid them much notice to begin with.\n\nStill though, February had absolutely no idea *Who* This guy thought he was but the Floette found him to be pretty rude if his first impression was to demand somebody kill Beta at the sight of her.\nSure, Beta might be a tad strange looking but everybody else is perfectly capable of meeting new species every day and don't have a reaction quite as shocking as *That.*\n\n'Hey! What was that reaction all about, do you speak to everybody like that, Hm? Just where are your manners?!'\n'Ms Beta is under the custody of the sheriff already. She might be unusual but she hasn't done anything worthy of being executed over-'"
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"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "\"Give 'em hell, tiny fairy!\" Torstein yelled to Febuary from across the tavern, completely oblivious to the highly important plot details happening around him."
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{
"author": "Everett",
"message": "*...It still wasn't quite time yet.*\n\n*Mister Ryavi was still out in town right now, though they were supposed to meet back up later this evening. So in the meantime, Everett went to the market and bought a couple of Sitrus berries with the pocket change that he had, just because he was hungry. Though admittedly, he could have been spending his time more productively... Finding a place to practice his aim, for one.*\n\n*The day was still young, so he could try that later.*\n*For now, though, the young Minccino was sitting off to the side by himself as chatter from various Pokémon around him filled the room. For a place so populated... It was feeling a little lonely. Though since he was a foreigner in a new land, that was... Probably warranted.*"
},
{
"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "*Oh yay, the day was young. Too damn young! Larad had stayed in the tavern up until sunrise and didnt even notice till it was too late! And now? Well, the vampire couldnt exactly walk out in the sunlight, could he? Of course he couldnt! He was traped in that building until the sun went away once more!*\n\n*He did his best to at the very least stay out of everyone's way as the people started arriving for breakfast, and he did that by hanging off the tall ceiling with his tail and trying to rest there. It wasnt great, but what else could he do?*\n\n*Small problem, the ceiling was not made to handle weight from bellow, and wasnt made with bat-scorpion-vampire things either. Just as Larad was starting to snooze off, the chunk he was holding onto broke! And he was sent plummeting right in front of the arriving rodent*"
},
{
"author": "Everett",
"message": "*WHAT.*\n\n*Naturally... Everett was pretty shocked, letting out a yelp as soon as the Gliscor landed right on the table in front of him. Thankfully he didn't crush those berries, but even still! That was way too sudden...*\n*But the right thing to do was at least see if the 'mon was okay.*\n\n\"U-um...\" *The Minccino drew a bit closer once he'd calmed down.* \"Are you alright, sir?\""
},
{
"author": "Larad Noscul",
"message": "*In between grumbles and the mention of a moth around 3 times in 10 seconds, it was clear that the bat was at least awake. Him slowly getting up afterwards was a confirmation that he was fine enough*\n\n\"Sorry about that my friend, I appear to have been misled by the structure of this place... I hope I didnt damage anything of yours\" *He said with a very tiered voice and ended on a yawn as he rubbed his head where he had been hit. The exoskeleton did a good job protecting him at least, being adapted for falls and all* \"Sorry for my current... Presentation. I am not having the best of days\" *And it was clear: the fall had ruined the normally white clothes of the priest and were now colored by a combination of dirt, salsas and some drinks*"
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"author": "Grim",
"message": "*Somewhere to the north of much of the world, having wandered the land for some time and having become accustom to one another for some time, Grim and Merc were camping and planning their next moves in Grim's big ol' scheme to wrap Merc up into some scheme to return his name to royalty.*\n\n*And that, it seemed, involved Grim trying to teach Merc how to properly use a weapon. Grim had handed the lad a wooden sword and was rather eagerly trying to get him to strike a plush substutute doll with it.* \"If you are to become a real man, Mercutio- and you are- then you must learn to fight using a weapon fit for a gentleman. Is that understood~?\""
},
{
"author": "kaobble",
"message": "*Yep, it was camping time for the Duosion and Dartrix, having met Grim not too long ago, he already begun enjoying the Dartrix's company by the time they first met, bonding with them, though he did cause the Dartrix some trouble here in there due to his lack of listening to directions. \n\nMerc hadn't been a good weapons user, well he never wielded a weapon actually. The only weapon he really used was the guitar attached to him.* \"Merc understands Mr.Grim!\" *Yeah, Merc totally understood the assignment, and soon enough after obtaining the weapon with psychic powers, he'd... Bonk the substitute doll rather than stabbing them, ok for a first attempt... Right?* \"Did Merc do it right?\""
},
{
"author": "Grim",
"message": "*Grim had quite a bit more patience for Merc than he did anyone else, extending even to swordplay... Although he wasn't good at showing it.* \"I- no. No, Mercutio, that's not quite right.\"\n\n*He waltzed up to the sword, although he paused and gave Merc a daring glare.* \"Now don't swing while I'm near.\" *He widened his eyes in a pushy way before grabbing the sword from his psychic grip, holding it in a regal stance.*\n\n\"Now repeat after me.\" *He motioned to draw the tip of the blade near the doll's stomach.* \"Cut open the gut,\" *Then, motioned with a thrust and a step,* \"Then strike through the liver. Understood~?\" *He turned and held the sword out to Merc with an open hand, wide smile on his face.*"
},
{
"author": "kaobble",
"message": "*Merc kinda just look confused at Grim, he wasn't really sure what he did wrong exactly, he kinda just did what he usually did, was this wooden toy meant for something else?* \"Oh, ok!\"\n\n*He looked at how Grim used the sword in a way that was unfamiliar to the Duosion, he mostly used stuff like the wooden toy for bonking and stuff, he also wasn't sure what a liver was, but he didn't wanna disappoint grim so he decided to wing it! Soon enough, Merc took the wooden sword, not in a regal stance since he was a flying blob, before doing similar steps to how Grim did it, position the toy near the doll's stomach... And... Boom! He struck! ...Upwards. He hit the dolls chin launching it towards the sky before shortly (maybe hitting Grim's head depending if you're ok with that) looking back at Grim.* \"Merc is sure Merc did it right this time!\""
},
{
"author": "Grim",
"message": "*Grim, with the softest pout he could muster, shook his head.* \"That wasn't even two strikes, Merc...\" *As the doll went up...* \"... It's a gentleman's strike. It's like... You know what? I think there's a better way to do this.\n\n\"You like playing games, right, Mercutio? Well, how about-\" BAP! *The doll landed on Grim's head, whereupon he turned around and flailed his arms at the air.* \"BEGONE!!!! ... \n\n\"... Oh.\" *He looked at the fallen doll.* \"... That gives me an idea.\n\n\"Mercutio, watch closely.\" *He kicked up a stick from the ground, holding it in one of his hands.* \"You see this stick? It's a rude stick, I'm not too fond of it. Now, watch this.\" *He tossed the stick up, and...*\n\n*... With a `Leaf Blade`, summoned a spectral strand of grass into his hand, slashing the stick in two.* \"Very satisfying, isn't it? That only works because I use the sharp of my blade. Yours is wooden, but...\" *He picks the wooden sword up, then hands it to Merc.* \"... It should still do the trick.\"\n\n*He then went a little bit away and returned with another stick, holding it high and above his head, vertically.* \"Now you try, with the wooden sword.*"
},
{
"author": "kaobble",
"message": "*Merc would look towards Grim... Oh, he didn't really do it right again, kinds made the little Duosion sad, but hey! At least he wasn't disappointed!\n\nOf course, soon enough before Grim could finish speaking, he'd be bonked by the doll, it took Merc some effort but he did not giggle after Grim started flailing around, he did take the time to say.* \"Mr.Grim, you're funny!\" *However.\n\nSoon enough Merc would go to pay attention to the Dartrix once again after he asked, he talked about a rude stick, and Merc thought it was pretty rude of the stick to be like that, and soon enough, Grim dealt with the rude stick with a quick leaf blade, which Merc would look with astonishment represented with sparkles in their eyes!*\n\n\"That was super cool Mr.Grim!!!\" *Merc would say, before he soon enough stated that the wooden sword could do similar, before promoting the Duosion to do the same.* \"Ok! Here Merc goes!\"\n\n\n*As soon as Merc said that, he launched the wooden blade at a fast speed with a ``psyshock`` powering it, leading to small winds to past above grim as the stick was snapped in half, before the wooden sword fell into a nearby bush.* \"Did Merc do it this time?\""
},
{
"author": "Grim",
"message": "*Grim stood still, for a moment, shell shocked by the raw strength Merc was able to throw around.* ... Eugh. I'm glad he's learning to use a sword *After* We've had our fair share of bouts. *The owl shuttered, dropping the remaining fraction of a stick quickly. Behind, the spinning sword- it cracked along its length as it embedded itself into the bush.* \"You know what, Merc? I think you'll do just fine without too much swordplay.\"\n\n*He raised his beak up, proud of the lad.* \"I think that's enough tutoring for the day,\" *He insisted, stepping around the kid.* \"Some dinner is in order. I'll see to it.\" *Taking care of Merc made Grim feel... Weird. Like a dad, obviously, but like... One of those dads who was getting weirdly changed by finally having a family.* Eugh. If only the kid was a bit smarter.\n\n*...*\n\n*Grim had finished adding the veggies to the cast-iron, stirring it gently over the fire as he looked over to Merc.* \"Did you tidy up your sleeping bag,\" *He'd ask, routinely, as he did every day.* It's important a child learns to stay on top of that. *But, aside from that, he seemed to have his attention elsewhere.*\n\n\"You know, Mercutio, you're getting closer to the age where you'll be venturing out on your own. Have you decided what you're going to do?\" *He stirred a bit more slowly than usual...* \"When you grow up, I mean. You can't be a vagrant forever...\""
},
{
"author": "kaobble",
"message": "\"Yay!\" *Merc didn't know if that statement was a good thing, but it seemed like that Grim had been proud of him, that's what he thought at least. He did indeed do what Grim wanted, which was break the stick, so.. He won the game! Yippee! He looked towards the sword as it spinned around as he thought highly of himself.*\n\n\"Yay, Merc likes dinner!! \" *Merc already knew Mr.Grim probably knew about his like of dinner, the Duosion just liked stating it again and again when he wanted to. Merc didn't know much about tutoring but it seemed important! And also eerily similar to teaching... Which is something Merc was told about at a younge age... Could it be... No, words all mean something different! He was pretty sure on that.\n\n...\n\nSoon enough, a time skip happened, neat! Merc was already tidying his sleeping bag when Grim asked, which he would soon respond to Grim's question with a affirming nod\n Merc didn't have a... Amazing memory if he had to be honest, so he often forgot to do things, he was getting better at remembering though, especially tidying up his sleeping bag!\n\n\nSoon enough though, Grim asked Merc a question, a question he really hadn't thought of. 'what are you gonna do?' Merc of course heard it before in different contexts, but also... He wasn't sure about growing up and stuff. He had kinda lived alone for the most of his life with no real goals in mind until he met Grim, which even then he didn't do much...* \"Merc isn't really sure- Merc never really thinks about those types of questions often, Merc likes to do things they want tho! Like... Using this toy for games!\" *He'd psychically pull off the guitar from his back with his psychic powers.* \"What about what will Mr.Grim will do when he grows up?\""
},
{
"author": "Grim",
"message": "\"Hoh, I am grown up, Merc. I'm...\" *He stirred idly for a moment, trying to find a way to phrase it that didn't sound like he was giving Merc parental approval to bum around all day.* \"I'm taking care of you, and I go out into the forest and find food for us. And sometimes, I fight- criminals, bad guys, for money.\" *Jobless.* \"It's not a very fulfilling life, but, it's the life that I live so one day I can... Do something better. So I can take care of you. And one day...\" *He took a bowl from the rug he set out on the ground and pulled it up, ladling a hefty serving of soup into it.* \"... I'll be doing something else. Like organizing Pokémon and policies. For money.\"\n\n*It was basic potato soup. With veggies. And one or two berries. Again. But Grim always put a bit of seaweed on top in the shape of a smile- for Merc's bowl, at least. Bland, but homely and filling. With a careful slide of a spoon, he handed it to Merc.* \"That's a good starting point, though. That guitar of yours- learn to play that, and you'll be a musical socialite in no time. Perhaps even serving in someone's court...! You know, Mercurio, you might be able to get a job along the lines of making friends. Friends with Pokémon who don't want to be friends, friends with Pokémon who are scared to reach out- that's called *Diplomacy*, and it would make you a *Diplomat.*\" *He smiled and poured himself out a bowl as well.* \"Oh, but I'm afraid *Negotiation* Might be a bit too much for you. You'd have to be a bit mean to do that...\""
},
{
"author": "kaobble",
"message": "\"Oopsies! Merc forgot-\" *Merc listened to the Dartrix talk about about what he did.. Fighting bad guys for money, and taking care of Merc while also hunting... Merc thought it was cool, despite what the Dartrix said. As Merc would continue to watch the soup being made, he thought about what the Dartrix meant by organizing stuff, Merc didn't really know what organizing polices were, but it sounded fun! Mostly because he didn't know what it was.* \"Merc doesn't really know what job needs to organize pokemon but it sounds fun!\" \n\n\"Thanks Mr.Grim!\" *Is what Merc would state before looking at the soup, it was cute! It had a smiley face like usual, Merc liked the smiley face c: . Merc would then start to consume the soup with the spoon as Grim continued to talk about other things that Merc could do, like play music, Merc liked music, though he wasn't sure how his toy would help him. He didn't really hear about this 'guitar' before, so he decided to ask.* \"What's a guitar Mr.Grim?\" *With him still having a mouth full of soup (do duosions even have mouths? Oh well.), then Mr.Grim would talk about something else, making friends? Sounds fun! Making friends who don't wanna be friends? Less fun but ok... You have to be kinda mean in order to do it? This diplomacy thing kinda sucked from what the Duosion was told...* \"Merc doesn't like the idea of becoming a diplomat, sounds kinda sad... Merc would rather buy um... A musical socialite! Merc doesn't really know any other thing Merc can be when Merc grows up, other than a teacher since Merc didn't go to school and would like to be a teacher to know what it's like!\""
},
{
"author": "Grim",
"message": "*At Merc's guitar inquiry, he glanced to the instrument on Merc's back; then, with a sigh and a shake of his head, he took a sip of soup.* \n\n\"A musician? So you want to perform. You want to perform music,\" *He stated, carefully considering his words so he doesn't dash Merc's dreams too easily.* \"Well, that won't be easier. Or less sad. You might not get a lot of money, and Pokémon might pretend to be your friend just because they like your music. But, I suppose that if you want to be a court bard, then you'd certainly have a respectable life.\n\n\"But Merc,\" *He stated, leaning in.* \"You're great with Pokémon. And you have a pure heart. There's not a doubt in my mind that you're one of the kindest-hearted Pokémon in this region. And I think this world- these Pokémon- they need a diplomat like you. Someone who's earnestly good. Someone who's... You.\" *He gestured his wing at Merc.*\n\n\"Pokemon don't enter politics because their heart is full of kindness. And kind Pokemon don't often want to rise to the challenge of leadership... I'm not saying this role has to fall on to you, Merc.\" *He glanced away.* \"But would you at least consider it? You're one of the most pleasant Pokémon I know.\""
},
{
"author": "Merc - Bonking Cell",
"message": "\"Music is nice, Merc likes music at least! Merc thinks it's nice!\" *Merc would state before also taking a sip of his soup, before Grim would start to cut down on the idea of being a musician, saying it was also going to be sad as well, which made Merc go :c, because he didnt like the idea of having something that would be sad, which was kinda obvious, sad things sucked, they didn't feel nice to the blob, happy things were better! All the blob could respond with was a sad.* \"Oh.\"\n\n\n*It seemed like Grim was asking Merc to be a diplomat.. Which Merc didn't really know what that job was other than how Grim described it earlier... Which kinda sounded bad. But... Grim would say how a kind hearted pokemon like Merc would be good for that type of job, especially since most people who go into um... 'politics' aren't nice, if Grim wanted Merc to do it then...*\n\n\"Merc will consider it then Mr.Grim!\" *He'd state before sipping all of his soup.*"
},
{
"author": "Grim",
"message": "*Grim gave Merc a resounded smirk, rather happy with the impression he left on the kid. Thinking he was getting to that age, Grim took a few sips of his soup before declaring,* \"Then I think you are ready, Mercutio.\n\n\"This is a privilege not all Pokémon can take at such a young age, but with your strength, I think you'll be fine. From now on, Merc, you are permitted to leave and explore the world as you see fit.\" *He gave a wide grin and gestured to himself.* \"That's right! You can go and explore all on your own! You'll learn much more out there than I could ever teach you.\n\n\"But...\" *He paused, clattering his beak.* \"Do stay safe! There are many, *Many* Horrid Pokémon out there. Many who will take you for a fool and rob you clean. Do be careful, and come back if it ever gets too much. Do you understand?\""
},
{
"author": "Merc - Bonking Cell",
"message": "\"Oh.. Is Merc gonna become a diplomat?\" * Merc would state before Grim would finally state what he meant, exploring the world! Oh! Merc had already been exploring the world, but he still went along with Grim, since he didn't wanna make the Dartrix feel bad. He had been living by himself for a while somehow, despite living at a orphanage for a few amount of years. He would like to explore the world as well!*\n\n\"Oh! Thanks Mr.Grim! Merc will try his best!\" *Merc would say then bow, which was a little awkward looking since he didn't necessarily have legs so it kinda looked like a prolonged nod before finally unbowing.*\n\n\"Merc will make sure to be safe, so don't worry Mr.Grim! Merc will make sure to visit Mr.Grim as well!\" *He said with a joyful tone as usual, not really realizing how hard of a job it would be to become a diplomat.. He still needed to learn what that meant.*"
},
{
"author": "Grim",
"message": "\"Of course. And be sure to pack berries, food, money, extra utilities, orbs...\" *He started to list off a few other extremely unimportant items, like spoons and forks and napkins and whatnot.*\n\n\n\"And do be sure to visit me every so often. ... This may be the last time we see each other for a while,\" *He stated. He knew Merc was on his lonesome before, but now, there felt like some kind of responsibility to it...* \"...\n\n\"... And be sure to give me one last hug before you go.\""
},
{
"author": "Merc - Bonking Cell",
"message": "*Merc would nod as grim listed off items, all of Grim's words just kinda going over his head. He wasn't all that good at memory, which was certainly not good when you are trying to live alone! Oops!*\n\n\"Merc will visit!! Merc likes seeing Mr.Grim and hanging out!\" *Merc didn't really know what Grim meant by for a little while... Grim was always close! That's what Merc knew at least.\n\nWhen Grim asked for one more hug, Merc gave it, in the best way he could, which was kinda only a small tackle, which thankfully only felt like a squishy ball softly tapping the Dartrix, before eventually letting go and waving goodbye with the guitar, leaving towards where he thought he remembered civilization was.*"
},
{
"author": "Grim",
"message": "*Grim met the tackling goo ball with outspread feathers, wrapping them around the lad and coddling him close.* \"Now, you stay safe out there, okay?\" *Taking hit sweet time and feeling an empty pang well inside, Grim passed a lethargic sigh.* \"I suppose this is... Farewell, for now. Good luck out there, Mercutio.\" *And, with a rather remorseful wave, he bade Merc farewell.*"
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{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous was here. Her green exterior blended in well with the thick foliage, but stood out amongst the brown bark. She lifted her right hand, a corpse coiled around it, as a small wisp of light fell upon it, and dissipated. She couldn't help but look to the face of Sylvia, feeling reminded of her loss by the sight.\n\nAnonymous went on a walk today, having been rather stressed out recently from a seeming rise of crime. It was a lot for her with how much she had bottled up, but she knew she'd have to just shrug it off as she always did. It was her job. So she would be fine. Anonymous knew her way around the woods here, many years of taking walks here and being forced to rescue people lost here. She knew she'd be fine."
},
{
"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "*Righteous desperado she was, she aught to have known that there ain't no rest for the wicked.*\n\n*Woods cleared the path to her for a perplexing sight- a Rattata seemed to be holding a downed Drampa at needle point. What would have been a bemusing sight was contrasted by the Drampa's evident scuffs across his face and the trembling across his body. He was a pilgrim, in tattered robes, and he was short a small sack of berries.*\n\n*And there he was, the wonderfully amusing Reaper, dusting the dirt off his tux and holding his needle with reckless apathy. A'fore anything interesting was listened in upon, he turned to Anon with a smile.* \"Howdy!\""
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Well Shit. \n\nAnonymous didn't raise a hand or make any sudden moves, just keeping careful eyes on the familiar Rattata. Why the hell was this happening!? She knew this guy, Reaper. He was wanted, and he was just giving her a better reason for it. Cocky bastard... She'd take care of this rodent, and she wouldn't let him hurt this poor civilian... Her eyes narrowed on Reaper, intensely and angrily asking, \"What do you want?\" While making sure not to move."
},
{
"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "\"Oh, you know, maybe a nice and peaceful evening, a walk that's all sunshine and smiles.\" *He tossed the stolen bag of berries to the side and aimed his needle forth, making a rather fearless and direct advance upon the Cacturne.* \"And to who do I owe the pleasure? Count Sprinkes of the Sunlight county?\"\n\n*And then, in his tracks, he stopped, lurching back and lowering the tip of his weapon. It was a trap. He was baiting her forth.* \"... Well? I'm waiting. Go on. Do it.\""
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Seriously? Was this guy living in an anime? Thought he was the main character? What a joke... Fucking scumbag. Why the hell??\n\nNo, she couldn't dwell on that right now. She had to just bring this fucker to justice, and she certainly would. Anonymous lifted her hand toward the rat in return, Sandaconda snout pointing at the fiend. Her eyes were determined yet professional, in contrast to the fallen closed eyes of her wife. She was serious and firm, resolute and harsh, ready to \"Throw down\" As it were.\n\n\"Whatever the fuck your name is, you're under arrest for assault and theft. Do not resist.\" Obviously it was just a formality, the Cacturne knew she would be facing some resistance. So, with out a sound, a sudden deluge of **Sand** Began to pour from Sylvia's snout, expelling into the air. It flowed out as the breeze picked up, a cloudy haze of sand began to surround Anonymous, and then spread into the surrounding area... Making it all a brown haze, particles brushing against and **Digging** Into the skin. \n\n```Anonymous Used Sandstorm! A sandstorm kicked up!```\n\nHer poncho's folds picked up and waved in the wind, as if it were about to be picked up and flow away, but it remained upon her as her form grew more obscure and difficult to see... Yet she stood still, watching her enemy carefully.\n\n```Anon's Sand Veil activated!```"
},
{
"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "\"Please, darling, the name is Reaper.\" *He smiled and was about to jovially approach for a more than friendly poke of the needle when- oh, ah, that wasn't good. The corpse of a Sandaconda was certainly nothing to scoff at, and it sent an instinctive shiver down his spine.* She was nothing to scoff at.\n\n*Reaper stepped back and watched, his relatively impressive speed giving him the abiltiy to comprehend what was happening. That corpse was... A weapon? How... Macabre.* The Pokemon nowadays are far too serious. This is grim. Hopefully this isn't the sort of Pokemon that others look up to. *The sand started to spew forth; and, wanting to avoid the brunt of the blast... OH!*\n\n*Reaper used `Quick Attack`!*\n\n*Using the speed of his move, he darted backwards, then to the side- almost blurring out of his spot and stepping behind the body of the Drampa. Of course, this was a field effect, and evasive actions were rather inappropriate for such a move.*\n\n*He scowled and held a hand out. It felt like walking through sandpaper right about now.* Gah.\n\n*Make this quick. Strike eagerly. Wear her down.* She'll probably fight to the death. *But you won't. She's already won.* Give her a good time. *He smirked, lowering his head. That weapon... He didn't know what it was, but it could probably level him in one blow.*\n\n*The Drampa, unaware of Reaper, ducked behind a rock for cover (so it wouldn't be subject to collateral damage).*\n\n*Continuing his Quick Attack, Reaper then focused his speed to the side. His Float Stone made his steps light- if the sand built up, it might be easier to track him, but for now he could move quietly and without a trace. He attempted to circle around Anon, attempting to move silently, skirting over the grass and seeing if he could get to her back unnoticed...*"
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Reaper? Stupid moniker.\n\nAnonymous watched the- er- rather, *Tried* To watch the rat scurry along the ground, but he was tough to track. She was used to the sand, had been surrounded by it ever since she ran away from home, so seeing through it was as easy as seeing without it, but the speed of Reaper was unprecedented. Most criminals she had to fight were big bruisers, most scurryers and quick ones focused on running away, so she was good at tracking them over long distances, but following their swift maneuvers right around her? That was tougher. \n\nAnonymous lost track of him, head beginning to turn rapidly as she looked for him. Up a tree? Tail peeking out from behind a rock? Shit...\n\nSuddenly, it clicked. This was her chance. Anonymous dashed forward with as much speed as she could muster and slid on one knee over to *The sack of berries.* She'd quickly start picking them up and shoving them into the bag, and toss it over to the Drampa behind the rock, saying but one word with intensity, \"**Run.**\" Well, that is if Reaper didn't interrupt her maneuver, but getting the civilian away was what mattered before arresting the criminal. Plus, it served two-fold. She'd get a taste for this nuisance's attacking style."
},
{
"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "*This may have very well been her chance to act- but alas, where she took her opportunity, Reaper took his upon that. She'd be focused- attention on something aside the fight.* She could be splitting her attention. *That's a rumor. Pokemon can't do that. Attention is in one place. Talking and thinking is taking all she's got.* \n\n*He pattered over the sand.*\n\n*The Drampa gasped, taking the bag and quickly donning it.* \"T-thank you...\" *Before long, he was turning tail to scurry away, and-*\n\nNow! *Reaper pounced from behind a bush behind Anon and quickly ran up to her leg, scurrying up it- lest she reacted, of course- and, needle in maw, pulled his weapon out for hefty cleaving blow, drawing a coral-bright crescent moon with his needle and attempting to perform a bisectional strike against Anon's back!*\n\n*Reaper used `Super Fang`! Assuming it hit, it'd be a nigh-half-health dealing blow of damage, the rat doing a flairful spin in the air as he returned his blade to a neutral position.* The first blow is the easy part, *He noted to himself.* The other half... That's the hard part. *He held his breath- such a grand blow left him less maneuverable in the air, but what was the rat to do? It was a worthwhile strike. He held his needle defensively...*"
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "\"**AAAGGHGCKHK!!**\" Anonymous cried when the needle ripped into her skin, tearing threw the outer layers and reaching deep into her. It was shocking how powerful it was. Even so, she would never back down, not even until she died. Besides, if she did die in combat, then she would die a heroes death and join Sylvia in-\n\nShe cut that thought short as she stood up and turned around. She wouldn't back down. She's give this her all and being this criminal to justice. Wisterwood was *Counting* On her, she *Owed* It to them. Standing tall, she stared at the rat expectantly, realizing she'd need to take another approach to this...\n\nShe had an idea. \n\nThrough the sand, she stared at Reaper while her back stung intensely. Left hand moved into her poncho, grabbing *Something*. Meanwhile, she stuck her coiled hand out to the rat, and beckoned him forth.\n\n\"You call that an attack? You're easy pickings.\" It was just to provoke him, get him to attack, see if she could *Tick him off*. All the while, she prepared herself... For an assault. To track his movements. Whatever it was.\n\n```Anonymous readied an attack!```"
},
{
"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "*The rat held his breath.* She could've attacked me here. Easily. *It wasn't a case of her not having the reaction speed. She clearly knew what she was doing. She was preparing something... Strong. She was goading him. He knew when he was being goaded. Mostly. And she's not used to goading.* The sand's still burning against my skin... *It's like sliding on asphault. Painful as heck!*\n\n*Having landed safely, he ran his feed through the sandy dirt. It's still not too high up. He had some tricks to pull, still... Narrowing his eyes distrustfully towards her, he suddenly used `Quick Attack`, darting clockwise around her in the sand! He'd blur from spot to spot, circling around her with a number of turns before-*\n\nThwip! *Instead of continuing his cycle, he stopped while at her backside and leapt up, attempting to plant himself on her back with minimal impact. Thankfully, he had his Float Stone to help in the endeavors of stealthy mounting, but beyond that... He was relying on hopes, prayers, and a generous distribution of weight.* Better to see what she has planned, what she's going to do... *His needle was in his mouth, the rat's head trying to get a glimpse of what she was doing.* Quietly... Softly..."
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous caught that skeptical look. Damn, he wasn't so easily fooled. Nonetheless, she could still make it work. Improvisation was what fighting to the death was all about, and every fight for her was a fight that risked her life. \n\nHe started running around her, circling and circling and- She wouldn't be able to track him. She knew that already, he had proved it before. So instead, she'd take a different approach. She pointed her eyes carefully to the ground on her left, where he'd appear from behind. Tracking exactly where he was, was close, but she could catch a glimpse. She watched the spot carefully, watching him run around and around and around and around and around and-\n\nThe second the rhythm stopped and he didn't appear at her side, she turned around, pulling her left fist out of her poncho and back, locking eyes on the midair rat he tried to jump upon her, catching him in the act.\n\nRight in front of her, she could see clearly, her fist rocketing forth with power, grit, and *Anger*. She'd slam her fist into his lower body with the *Tool* She retrieved from her poncho. The sharp pain of a fierce punch that seemed to pull the energy right out of him was garnished with a sharp *Prick*, like a stab. Reaper sent away by the punch toward the ground, Anonymous stood still and watched the rat, making sure her maneuver worked and... Yeah. \n\n It would take considerable, painful effort to do so. When it was inserted, the ends of the pole split into cardinal directions, almost like a grappling hook, so the more it moved inside the rat, the more damage it would do. It was probably best to leave it in since it was so short that it wouldn't really interfere with running and maneuverability. \n\nAnonymous grinned at the sight, bringing her hand to her face as she let out a loud, distinctive whistle.\n\n```Anonymous Used Drain Punch!```"
},
{
"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "*Stick and* POW! *A fierce double attack.* What was this, some kind of... Martini umbrella? *As the fist connected, the rat barreled back and into the ground- it was a hefty blow for someone of his size, and such savage weaponry would certainly take its toll. A paw reached to the wound, ||which was gushing blood around its sides. His paw clasped it instinctively, causing it to gush- leaving a red puddle in the sand. That was one freakin' heavy blow for such a small combatant.* And it nearly got my tux! *It's a miracle that the thing wasn't more battered.*\n\n*He started to huff, eyes staring up at her- he narrowed his vision.* \"Well, fuck.\" *Fuck. With the digging splinters inside, movement was probably out of the question.* She's too hardcore for you. There's no point looking for 'it' in her. *What, and fall to the side for these sorts of Pokemon!* \n\n*Biting his lip, he used `Quick Attack` again, darting around and dashing through the sandstorm- using it as cover- as he eventually worked his way up a tree.*\n\n*He huffed, back to the trunk, and looked down at the wound.* ||Wow. That Quick Attack *Really* Made those needles dig.|| *He looked out from the side of the tree, for a moment, then back down at the wound.* She won't let me get away like this. *I need to treat this now.*\n\n*Luckily, his diminutive size gave him some advantages. A nearby leaf was all he needed for cloth. Grabbing one, he tore off a large flat section; then,* ||*Grabbing his sewing needle and turning it towards his gut, he surpressed a few pained squeals as he sliced the wound a bit bigger and pulled the splinters out.* Oh fuck me oh fuck me so much this hurts hyyaaahh...|| *But it was a necessary price to pay to keep on fighting. He slipped the leaf under the tux and over the wound, holding back a few tears and muffled squeaks before looking out again.* Frick. *Maybe he could have waited her out before and let the sandstorm take care of her, but... Now, he's probaly gonna get worn down first.* Gotta act."
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{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous wasn't exactly going to just let the rat run and hide, the entire *Point* Was that she didn't want him to be able to pull it out. Perhaps she should've realized it wouldn't work. His body was too small for him to not have to pull it out. \n\nSuch a theory was confirmed when he scurried away. She tried to trace him, but he was still too quick, lots of cover provided for him to take advantage of. She could follow the general direction but... That's where she lost him. Even so, she couldn't let him rest, so she moved through the trees with loud stomps and heavy breaths. The sand shifted over her skin smoothly as she continuously turned her head up and down, right and left, all the way around.\n\n*There.* A speck of blood on a tree trunk. He must have run up there. She walked near it, staring up at the leaves. She couldn't really see through them well... Was that a hint of purple? She wasn't sure where to aim, so she just aimed at the entire thing.\n\nHer arm lifted, Sylvia's snout pointed up at the top of the tree trunk where someone might be hiding, glaring eyes accentuated by powerful, seasoned stance. And suddenly like an explosion, two large clumps of seeds **Blasted** Right out of Sylvia's nostrils, shooting them out recklessly into the tree, tearing through leaves and branches and piercing the bark. Her elbow shot backward from the force, but her eyes remained fixed on the tree, trying to see the Rodent's reaction to her attack. Jump out of the tree? Leap out at her? She'd be ready for it.\n\n```Anonymous used Seed Bomb!```"
},
{
"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "*Fuck.* Fuck. *It's this postmodern brutalist style of attack that really irked Reaper. He spared her a few glances from behind the trunk every so often- those peeking motions likely assisted in spotting him.*\n\n*Hand over the leaf, he felt a little blood gush from it and held a bloodied paw in front of his face.* Ow. *Blood. Blood trail. She's trying to track him down. She doesn't want him sneaking away.* But that's fine. That's fine. She's overestimating how much endurance you have left. She's scared.\n\n*Reaper's blood was rinsed away by the battering sands, the forest turning into a quasi-dunes for the time being. Sand layered the grass... He'd leave an easier trail now, too.* Hm.\n\n*He took a deep breath and lowered his head as-* POW! *- the tree trunk above him blasted into a flurry of shrapnel. His heart skipped a beat, but not for long.*\n\n*Reaper used `Quick Attack`!*\n\n*He darted down from the tree in an instant, landing in the dirt for only a split second before spiraling around Anonymous again. Keep it up... Her endurance is wearing thin.* It'll end in a draw. You'll evade her with tricky movement, strike, then you'll fell each other with a blow. That's how it'll go. *But he needs to land another strike first.*\n\nYomi. *The art of mind games, especially in a fight. Stopping dead center-forwards of Anonymous, Reaper lunged forth, between her feet.*\n\nShe's thinking I'll either go behind again and she'll flip her attack around, or she knows I know this, and will aim straight forward- catching me as I try to psyche her out.\n\nTo catch her, don't do either. Simply... Just... *And thus, instead of mixing up which side he was attacking on, Reaper instead tried to pause between her legs for a breather and hoped she'd be psyched out enough to try and attack.*"
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Damn scoundrel! Sure enough, he was as sneaky as predicted. She caught a glimpse of him running down the tree, without the flag pinned to him at that, damn. While Reaper ran toward her she brought her left hand to her face, letting out another distinctive whistle, but it was different from before, as if she were communicating with something invisible. \n\nThe rat dashed toward her. Even though Reaper was faster, Anonymous was still decently quick on her feet. The rodent was probably going to go to run around her again. He wouldn't jump from the back again, that'd be stupid, but he would probably circle her several times so she lost track of her. Don't let him start the cycle, cut the stem before the flower could bloom. She moved her right hand behind her back when he dashed between her legs, and almost immediately another loud **CRACK!** Roared from her arm.\n\nA barrage of seeds rocketed into the earth, loudly hitting the ground no time later. Of course, Reaper was between her legs, and she didn't know that. She didn't even turn to look behind her when she fired, a little too confident in her maneuver for her own good. Although it's not like she could stay in one place after an attack that left her open. Rather, she used the momentum from the attack's blowback to spin, lifting one foot while planting the other, continuing to spin in a shroud of sand that clouded her practiced form. The maneuver repeated a couple of times until she was several feet away from where she stood, all a swift motion that left her staring at the remnants of what she hoped was Reaper. Whether or not he was actually there was another question entirely, but she was ready. \n\n```Anonymous Used Seed Bomb! But it missed!```"
},
{
"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "*And there it was. She knew she couldn't risk it. So she played it safe. A moving attack. A'too'bad she wasn't expecting him to be down.*\n\n*There was a good reason Reaper didn't stand by the base of a creature very often- movements were erratic, unpredictable, and a'many 'mon could do more damage by accidentally trampling him instead of landing an intended blow.*\n\n*Still, Reaper managed to move unscathed this time. He moved at a natural pace, hopping side to side between her spinning steps as the cyclone of sand surrounded her. Every shot of the Sandaconda made him shutter, but he held his voice and kept quiet beneath. In the eye of the storm, he wasn't subject to most of the twirling sands, and soon she'd find herself having missed the rat entirely.*\n\n*Then, from below...*\n\n*Reaper used `Wide Slash`! The needle swung in a wide arc, tracing a line of energy from out around her ankles once she stopped moving. He rose to two feet again, aiming to prance around her feet for a bit to make her next attack difficult to land.*\n\nSandstorm... Seed Bomb... Some punch move... And a fourth unknown. *If she had an area-denial attack, she would have used it instead.* One move at a time. *That's the limit most Pokémon had. He couldn't attack and flee at the same time, so instead, he held his needle defensively and upwards, threatening to pierce her foot if she just stomped him.*"
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Anonymous's eyes widened upon realizing that Reaper wasn't across from her. Her attack had missed. Before her head could move to search for the rat, her ankle suddenly gave out from under her, a slash to it causing the leg to fall and buckle, water oozing out slowly. \"**Ggnnrk-!**\" She painfully moaned in response. Her head fell and she managed to see the rat standing just between her legs, one fallen and one bent. \n\nReaper's defensive maneuver was smart, but he underestimated Anon's intensity and grit. Her edginess as one could say. ||She saw the needle pointed at her||, but she did not hesitate in her attack. Her right arm pulled back and launched forward, fist aiming to crush that tiny rat into the ground. ||It was powerful and unrelenting, pushing right on through the needle that the rat defended himself with. It impaled her, but thanks to its small size it didn't stop her fist, not for a second. She pushed her hand right onto it, piercing her insides bit by bit until it went all the way through and poked out of her wrist, drenched in the water kept inside her body.|| Her fist rocketed to the earth, aiming to smash the small body into the ground, right on his back. She let out a fierce, \"**RrraAAGH-!\" As she attacked, adrenaline pushing her through the pain as she tried to crush the rodent with a punch that stole his energy.\n\n\n\n```Anonymous Used Drain Punch!```"
},
{
"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "Right. Smash. *It would have been easy to avoid this if he hadn't been so thoroughly gutted earlier. His feet melded down in the sand as Reaper lowered his frame, shuttering at the sheer relentlessness Anin had in skewering herself. Not that he hadn't seen that kind of boldness before, but from her...*\n\n*He, of course, was such a small target, and so nimble. Anyone who's tried to chase a rabbit or slap a fly will sympathize with the difficulty of landing that blow.*\n\n*He ducked to the side, a vanilla evasive movement, but his tail lagged behind, and instead he felt it crumple beneath her fist as she pinned him in place. He attempted to run, at first, but nearly tripped as his tail held him back from under her fist.*\n\n\"*SQUEAK!*\" *He whimpered and staggered in place, looking back at her fist, her head lurched above, and the needle embedded within. It took him a second to process where everything was, but after he did, he chuckled and stumbled towards her arm.*\n\n*He turned his head, looking to the water-esque blood pouring from her wrist, and lapped at it.* Eugh. Doesn't taste like water at all... Not refreshing. *He spat the blood back out and, with his little hands, reached to the embedded needle's handle.*\n\n*The 'blade' started to alight with the energy of a move, Reaper preparing an attack from within. He couldn't move, though his pinned tail assured that- he had to make this count.*\n\n\"Final round.\"\n\n\n*Reaper used `Wide Slash`!!!*"
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{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Darkness.\n\nIn that darkness, a light slowly began to glow, brighter and brighter. Was it the light of heaven? Of Sylvia? Perhaps she could finally see her love again? That would make everything so much easier...\n\nUnfortunately for Anonymous, that light began to take shape and fade to green and brown, face slowly lifting from the grassy terrain, sand having mostly blown away by now. What was happenning again...?\n\n*Wakeup.*\n\nOh. Right. She looked at the rattata with fuzzy eyes, vision beginning to unblur. Why was he still here...? She hadn't even noticed that her arm was pinning the rattata, instead lifting it to reach into her poncho for an item. As she fiddled under the folds, she lifted her head a little more to face the Reaper, \"What's your problem...? Just end me already... You won.\" She sounded defeated and tired, resigned and almost... Desperate. Desperate for a way out."
},
{
"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "*The Rattata huffed, looking back at his tail and stepping forwards to dislodge it from where it was smushed into the ground. It was mostly fine, save for a crack near the base.* Wouldn't be the first time. *It'll take a while, but it'll heal.*\n\n\"End you...\" *He grumbled and worked his way up to his feet again. Without his tail pinned, he felt...* Much *Better.* \"Hah! You really *Are* Dark.\n\n\"No, we won't be having any of that.\" *Staggering away from her and to his needle- locating its glint in the setting sunlight- he picked it up and dusted it off, groaning as his paw was now caked in mud.* And bruises. \n\n\"It was a draw, as far as I'm concerned. I fainted. You fainted. It's the mark of natural enemies.\" *With a slow albeit grandiose arc, he pointed the needle to Anonymous.* \"We'll settle this some other time. I promise you, Cacturne...\n\n\"... You haven't seen the last of me.\" *He smirked, then turning tail and walking away at an impressive pace considering his condition.*\n\n\"... Oh, and one last thing.\" *He turned his head back to her, over his shoulder.* \"No one has to die.\" *He gave her a smirk.* Delightfully mysterious, Reaper. *He waggled just tail in a slightly insulting manner before taking his leave...*"
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "This guy... He wasn't even taking her seriously. That pissed her off. She was mad at him because it was easier than being mad at herself for not getting killed and not winning the fight. Besides, she didn't want to be mad at herself anyway, since she knew Sylvia would be mad at her for being mad at herself. \n\nHe was too full of himself. He wasn't a \"Rival\", he was a no-good criminal who needed to be brought to justice, just like so many others she had faced before. ...Granted, she couldn't remember the last time she was knocked out by someone. Fuck. \n\nBefore the rat left, she lifted her head and raised her voice, strained. \"Wait! If we're truly rivals then... We must shake hands to declare a mutual battle fell fought, no?\""
},
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"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "*Pausing, he decided to entertain her for a bit- she had the sensation of someone who was trying to pull a sneaky trick from-* Since when would someone like *Her* Offer a handshake? *-she's the world's worst manipulator, that's what.*\n\n\"Hah! Your filthy mitts!?\" *He pointed his needle at her, mockingly.* \"Maybe once you... *Huff...* Put up a good fight.\" That's not very nice. *He turned away, taking a few steps-* \"Maybe next time.\" \n\n*Dragging the needle down at his side, he held still for a second, seeing if she had anything else to say.*"
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Yeah, she's pretty shitty at manipulating. In defeat and shame, she turned onto her stomach and let her arms stretch out on the ground, staring up at the leaves above her as she rested, taking slow long breaths, utterly defeated.\n\nAnd that was that.\n\n```A Game of Cacti and Mouse: Concluded ```"
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "```get the fuck back here VHS```\n\nA Phione was floating through the depths of the woods, humming to themselves with twirls as they explored. Nicole had a plate from the tavern in their off hand, that they definitely shouldn't have taken with them- stuffing a pancake into their mouth every once in a while. They had walked out of the tavern with enough oblivious confidence that no one questioned why they were taking the pretty ceramic plate with them, and now it was officially Theirs."
},
{
"author": "Grim",
"message": "*Yeah well tough shit pumpkin! This vacation is about to be a BITCH! Because Grim is involved and he drags the quality of any outting to a nigh-zero value.*\n\n*And that's exacrtly what he did- well, I mean, he is slightly more virtuous due to his new-game-plus esque development from outside this realm, but like, he's still Grim.*\n\nBWAP!\n\n*Having been navigating a local area map, he'd bumped right into the Phione, pancakes and all. Probably got some syrup on himself because pancakes are messy like that, unless Nicole had the foresight to, uh, dodge? The oncoming bird. Either way, after bumping into him/her, Grim would scoff and back off, sizing them up before uttering,*\n\n\"... What sort of outfit is *That*?\" *There was restraint in his voice- he knew what he said was rude, gaining awareness of his own faults, but they were still ingrained in the sassiest bits of his core.*"
},
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"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "Nicole uses they/them like a boss .\n\nThey had no such foresight, and the Dartrix promptly crashed into them and their poor pancakes. One fell on the ground, but they promptly picked it back up seeing as it took less than five seconds to do so.\n\n\"Hmmm?\" They gave a dopey smile, regaining their barings as they looked Grim up and down.\n\n\"My lounging outfit. Outfit for when I *Know* I'm gonna have a good day. S'why I wear it every day, yeah? So every days good.\" They stuffed another pancake in their mouth- this one with a leaf clung to it via sticky syrup.\n\n\"Aren't you in your lounging outfit right now? Comfy blanket.\" They were referring to the cape."
},
{
"author": "Grim",
"message": "*As the Phione shoved the pancake with the whole ass leaf in its maw, the bird visibly recoiled- cringed, suffered, pulled back and heaved at the display, taking no less than 80 psychic damage from such a display. He was helpless against an invuluntary gag, too, with an additional 5 damage on top.* \"Good heavens.\n\n\"Your... Lounging outfit.\" *He recomposed himself, rubbing his beak clean a'fore righting himself up and readjusting his cape.* \"Hm. I couldn't suggest such a thing. First impressions are important, after all, and this...\" *He frowned, poking at her little fun hat.* \"... Does not command respect.\" *Despite the harshness of his words, the bird was quasi-sure he was making kind smalltalk.*\n\n\"I, of course, am adorned with a versatile outfit. I've hardly had my full wardrobe-\" *He spoke, soon leaning in for a whisper,* \"And I assure you, I was dashing-\" *Before leaning out-* \"And have been stuck with... This. It's a simple but regal design. For, you see, I am a former prince... A Goldshirian prince, at that... I'm certain you've heard of such a place?\""
},
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"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"My lounging outfit!\" Nicole responded, giving a second smile incase the first one's message didn't get across. \n\nThey blinked, staring up at the prod of their hat. \"Not looking for respect. I'm looking for, ahhhh, '*Swagger*' is the term, methinks. The ladies love it.\" The ladies did not love it.\n\nThe Phione tipped their head to the side at hearing Grim's woeful tale of limited outfit choices.\n\n\"Goldshirian? Is that, like, a farm?\" Nicole scratched their chin."
},
{
"author": "Grim",
"message": "*Of course, it was the very fact that ladies didn't love it that, in fact, Grim would absolutely believe the ladies would love it. He narrowed his eyes and walked around them, looking the drip up and down.* \"Hm. Yes. I am having trouble with the ladies. I just don't seem to get them! What don't they see in me? Hm? I'm a respectable bird. Very... 'kissable', as they say. And yet, I seem to draw dis-*Dain*. What a *Shame*.\"\n\n*He stood straight up, then raising a feather-finger to accentuate his next point.* \"A kingdom, in fact. The Goldshirian kingdom was known for its many, bountiful farms- I wouldn't be surprised if our name was used as a euphemism- but by all accounts, we were a governing political body.\" *He raised a brow at the Phione.* What low-brow apparel. \"Hmmm, yes, I suppose I have the time to explain the nature of my kingdom to you...\" *Code red... Grim is about to give exposition...*"
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"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"Maybe you've oughta try swinging the other way. Plenny of guys'd like a Dartrix like you.\" Nicole suggested this with a clap of their hands.\n\n\"A *Kingdom,* Hmm?\" Unfortunately, the Phione was absolutely invested in whatever spiel Grim wanted to go on.\n\n\"What brings you all the way to fey, then? Vacation? Family?\""
},
{
"author": "Grim",
"message": "*Here we go on there being two tangents being responded to in a single post but that's just the joy of RPing isn't it?* \"Oh, trust me.\" *He glared to the side.* \"Men are no easier to charm.\" \n\n*Oh god you weren't supposed to ENGAGE, Nicole!* \"Oh, yes. A prosperous kingdom, too.\" *He tilted his hand to get a better look at his feathers, as someone might inspect their nails- more just a showy expression to look unconcerned, since he always keeps his feathers clean.* \"The Goldshirian empire was a bountiful land. Farms as far as the eye could see, and wealth consummate to those who sought it... And then some.\" *He frowned, furrowing his brows and recalling something bitter.* \"It was too good to last. We were conquered, we were murdered, and those of us not murdered were expelled. I've spent enough time among the peasantry for one lifetime.\"\n\n*He took a deep breath, then shook his head.* \"I was then banished, sent to my death, and decided not to die. As all men do in their formative years, of course. I am still a prince by blood... It's a shame no one will ever truly know that. Except for you, I suppose.\n\n\"The name is Grim Goldshire,\" *He stated, extending a friendly hand to the Phione.* \"And you?\""
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"How old are you? You look young. S'advice, from a wise old elder.\" They were 36. \"Got like 60 years 'fore you die if you don't get tetanus, yeah? Can make plenty of more kingdoms in time like that. S'no big deal.\"\n\n...\n\n\"We're like siblings! Shooting stars parallel to one another, or somethin' fancy like that.\" Nicole clapped their hands together, pulling a ^_^ face at the news Grim was *Also* Cast out for sucking. \"I was exiled too! When my old man kicked the bucket, 'pparently no one was too thrilled about the joint going to *Me* Next. So they were like, 'we're gonna kill you!' So I left, hehe.\" \n\nThey reached out their free hand, delicately balancing pancakes in the other, and offered a handshake.\n\n\"Just Nicole. Call me Nick, Nicky, Nicholas, whatever you like really.\""
},
{
"author": "Grim",
"message": "\"I am a ripe adult man,\" *He stated, before continuing with,* \"A full eighteen years old,\" *With naught even the slightest bit of self awareness.*\n\n*He looked slightly bemused at the tale- like this was some sort of scam- but as he shook their hand and repeated their name to themselves, something snapped-* \"Nicole. Nichole. ... Wait. THE Nicole??\" *He raised a brow, then looked them up and down. No, wait, this wasn't just some* Uncommon *Pokémon species- yes, yes. He's heard about them before, in political teachings and alike-* \"You mean the- THE Monarch of York, Nicole?! That is... Well!\" *He smiled and started to fan himself off.* Could this be my ticket out of here!? Out of the poor life!?! \"I am *Pleased* To make your acquaintance! It's been forever since I've met another member of a royal family!\" *His handshake became former and sweatier...*"
},
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"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"Awww, what a warm welcome\" Nicole waved their hand, giggling like a school girl.\n\n\"*Former* Monarch. I think they're turning to a democracy now...?\" Nicole's hand was damp, wet, and mildly uncomfortable. They carried on with the handshake a bit longer than they should have, before drawing back their hand in order to stuff another pancake in their mouth.\n\n\"Ya, tho.\" Their mouth was full. \"Waf a lot of worf, tho. [Was a lot of work, though.]\" Nicole raised a fork, spinning it about. They took a few more seconds to scarf down the pancake- barely chewing. \"Kinda glad 'mm gone, yeah? Now I'm as free as a bird!\" They cast out their arm.\n\n...\n\n\"Metaphorically.\""
},
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"author": "Grim",
"message": "*Former.*\n\n*Former.*\n\n__Former__ *Monarch.*\n\n*The Dartrix deflated. It's kind of obvious why, now. Honestly, looking at them, he should've expected it.* \"Oh.\" *... And he shook that gross, syrup-covered hand, and for what?* \"Guh.\n\n\"How ridiculous. *Glad* To no longer be a monarch! That's ridiculous. You could have had anything. Done anything. Lead a nation to greatness! Become soooo much more than any of the rabble could have! Why would you be glad throwing that away??\" *It wasn't exactly aggressive, but that did irk Grim quite a bit.*"
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"Hmmm.\" \n\nNicole pretended to think about it. However, their mind was ultimately empty- the idea of ever *Wanting* To do something great far fetched to them.\n\n\"Nah. Not interested.\" They waved their hand, giving a yawn. \"Why's the rabble so bad, anyways? The, euhhhhhhh, rabbles got good pancakes. Nobles have all of this... *Stuff.* Too much of it, y'know? No time to appreciate the little things from all the way at th' top of the food chain.\" Nicole blinked slowly, either oblivious or uncaring of Grim's own gripes."
},
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"author": "Grim",
"message": "*Grim paused, taking Nicole's words with a rather hefty consideration despite their carefree nature.* \"Good pancakes? Decent living? Trust me, I know that you know that the life of royalty is far better than...\" *He gestured to Nicole.* \"... *This.* There's so much more than dry, simple pancakes and atrocious attire. There are pageants, eloquent feasts- the best chiefs in the world, all at your fingertips!\"\n\n*He paused, then reconsidered Nicole's status.* \"... Or... Was it too hard for you? Yes, that'd make sense.\" *It was too much work. They gave up.* \"Ah, I see. I suppose some of us are born poor. In a spiritual sense. Shame.\" *He frowned, looking away.* \"... No offense. Although, I'm guessing, none is taken?\" *There was a scrappy bit of bird in him that kind of just wanted to get in their head in the irritating sorts of way, but that was fighting against his sense to be a decent Pokemon.*"
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"Yeah.\" Nicole didn't give a shit. \"I guess you're right. The outfits not for everyone, and neither are the pancakes.\" They shrugged- giving up on backing their opinion in favor of agreeability and being a wet blanket. What was the point of this? Grim would outlive the Phione, anyways. In 40 years they'd be gone, and nothing they'd ever done would have mattered. Just the way they liked it.\n\n\"No offense taken. I'll die soon anyways.\" Their train of thought bled into their dialogue without them realizing it. With an awkward pause, Nicole carried on.\n\n\"Haven't you been having lots of fun, though? Not having to be a prince and do all that work? Been chilling?\""
},
{
"author": "Grim",
"message": "*Grim crossed his arms.* Was they... Were they... Depressed or something? That's sad. *Wealth can't make everyone happy.* Maybe this is a more fundamental issue. A personal one. One I couldn't possibly hope to understand. \"Oh.\"\n\nDrop the topic. \"Me... As a prince. Now a scoundrel. No?\" *He raised a brow, although there was a growing self-concern in how he was handling this conversation with Nicole.* \"It's been remarkably worse. With all... Well, I mean, I don't refer to the luxuries of the life. Don't get me wrong, those were nice, but...\n\n\"... No, I don't feel like I can enjoy much. It feels like nothing I do as a commoner matters. Like my decisions don't matter beyond the immediate vicinity. There's no use for... Diplomatic knowledge, trade routes... I feel completely and utterly useless at times. Even with Merc, I can feel... Out of my element. Yes. That's it.\" *He waggled a feather-finger.* \"This isn't the life I was made for.\""
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "It was weird, talking to Grim. Nicole felt as though they were so *Close-* Nearly parallel in their history of nobility. But they were just so fundamentally... Different. Grim despaired over the purposelessness of their life. Nicole reveled in it. He wished for nothing more than his previous life, and hated the common life. Nicole believed themself to be living the dream.\n\n\"Is your immediate circle not those who matter most to you?\" Nicole didn't have any friends, but if they did, this would probably apply. \"Don't need to be changing the world, yeah? Can just, umm. Change the people who mean the world to you. Or somethin'. With... Um... Your diplomatic knowledge 🎶!~\"\n\nAnother pause. Maybe this advice wasn't the best. They took the time to think about it, leaving Grim to naught but stare for a couple seconds.\n\n\"Could marry a king, also. There's oughta be someone noble n' single in Hecatia, right?\""
},
{
"author": "Grim",
"message": "*At that last suggestion, Grim smirked- then chucked, patting his chest.* \"Hoh! I'd love for that. If I could find a noble lady- or an adventurous king- or even a prince or princess, and convinced them that I was so worthy, it'd be as good as done!\n\n\"But marriage is complicated. It's a legal affair. No *Real* Royalty marries for love. They marry for gain. It's political. And, me, well... I'm just a nobody, as it stands.\" *His smile faded. He didn't quite see himself in Nicole- because he didn't want to ever* Be *Someone like Nicole.*\n\n\"... Merc matters.\" *His gaze went to the side.* \"But that's different. It's... A coincidence of responsibility. One I'd deal with better as a king. Or a prince. ... Hm. At this point, I might even take the title of 'knight', as lowly as it may be.\" *He shrugged.* \"But no. Not many Pokemon matter to me like that. If you can imagine, most don't liiiiike me.\" *He scowled.* \"But that's their loss. And I simply need to move on. No point filling those roles with... What, Pokemon who need me for my brawn?\""
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"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "Nicole died. THE END!\n\n```rp cut off```\n\n```rp BEGIN!```\n\nMallow is exploring.\n\nOne paw in front of the other, eventually they would take her to wonderous lands. At least, she thinks so. It was around just this tree- no, maybe the next one?- where she would find something cool to make this all worthwhile. She just had to keep on going.\n\n...After all, if Mallow ever gives up, she will have to admit to herself just how lost she is. But she doesn't, so she won't, and maybe within this bush lies treasure beyond her wildest imagination."
},
{
"author": "Grim",
"message": "*Too bad Mallow is too stupid to have learned that the greatest treasure of all is FRIENDSHIP! But sucks for her because that friendship nuke is in the form of a smelly and ugly GRIM!!*\n\n\"Ugh.\" *The owl was washing his cape in a stream, although not very good with busywork, it was getting a bit muddy from the water in the shallow parts of the stream.* \"Horrid.\"\n\n*Oh. A kitty cat was approaching. Although Grim would never think the words 'kitty cat', he's far too serious for that.* \"Oh. You. Another child. What are you doing here? Go home.\" *The owl scowled at her.*"
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "[[ rp between grim and reaper and im not invited *Kicks feet\\*\n\nMallow stared a while, immediately deciding that writing in present tense wasn't for her. She takes a solid ten seconds to stare Grim up and down, before moving closer to him with small and careful steps.\n\n\"No. I don't know what direction it is.\" She responded with a bland yet casual tone, finding a thick root to sit on and watch the owl wash his cloak. \n\n\"What are you doing.\" Mallow took a seat, and pointed at the cape."
},
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"author": "Grim",
"message": "\"Well, *I'm* Not sure, either! But that isn't my problem, now is it?\" *He huffed all grumpy like and shoved his cloak into the river. Its bottom parts were still picking up mud.*\n\n\"Ugh.\" *He rolled his eyes and sat back, holding the thing up and letting watter drip on the stone he was on.* \"I'm *Trying* To clean this thing. This stream is insufferable, though. It-\"\n\n*He went silent for a moment, deadpan.* \"Orphan?\""
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"If we're lost for too long we will get hungry and I'll eat you for survival.\" Mallow barely dwelled on it. You see, she knew of the circle of life- and accepted it full well, as she was supposed to. Unfortunately, she had a little too much enthusiasm. \"I have a dad. I think. Maybe he died.\" \n\nMallow went silent for a moment, deadpan.\n\n\"*Orphan?*\"\n\nShe was a copycat at heart, staring back at Grim with her imitation of his, hehe, grimace. She wasn't very good at it."
},
{
"author": "Grim",
"message": "\"Yes, orphan. It means you have no parents. And from the sound of it, yes, you *Are* An orphan.\" *He almost delivered it as a snide insult, but not intentionally. He tossed his cape over a branch and started to... Smack it... To try and get the water out? It was anyone's guess what he was actually even doing at this point.*\n\n\"You children are so horribly mannered nowadays. You know, fathers are a waste of space, anyhow. You aught to have someone taking care of-\" No no NO we're not adopting this kid. \"You have someone taking care of you. You have to. It simply must be.\" Please, for the love of Giratina, be adopted already."
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"Do you have no parents.\"\n\nMallow leaned in to sniff Grim, just incase it was a smellable trait.\n\n\"Last time I checked my dad was alive. That was a while ago though. He leaves for long times. For work.\" She crouched over- scratching her ear with her back paw. Mallow took everything at face value, and most of Grim's mannerisms came off as weird instead of particularly mean."
},
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"author": "Grim",
"message": "\"Yes, I have parents. No, they are not alive. And no, I don't particularly miss them.\" *He continued batting the cloak down.* Schwap. Swap. Schwap. \"I am a prince. A prince of a long lost kingdom. And our family is different.\n\n\"And you... Are in an awful lot of danger out here.\" *He stopped swatting the cloak to actually face Mallow, leaning down to her level.* \"That's horrid. Your father just leaves you to fend for yourself, then? He sounds like an abhorrent person. ... That means 'horrible.'\""
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"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "Mallow decided she would stay here. The Skitty laid down, tucking her paws beneath her chest.\n\n\"Oh. Is he.\" She paused for multiple seconds- considering the implications of her father being. Bad. The Skitty just assumed that that was just working entailed. She had the house to herself for the most part, and he'd drop by every few months in preparation for another journey. \"That is fine.\" A life of solitude was an expected one for Mallow, and having an allowance was a bonus. Why would she long for a family- if her perception of one was so warped?\n\n\"Are you in danger. Out here. If your parents are dead.\""
},
{
"author": "Grim",
"message": "*Not privy to the own self-inner-demons-analysis Grim just made, the owl scoffed and sat himself down in front of the cat.* \"Me? In *Danger*? No, of course not! I *Am* The danger. I am quite the powerful individual, I'll have you know...\" *He was rather smug in how he rubbed his own chin after that.* \"I am an adult, after all.\n\n\"But you.\" *He grew less friendly and poked Mallow's nose with a feather.* \"You are a child. And a child, out here, alone? Abhorrent. *Clearly,* You need an adoptive father figure such as myself. Now now, no need to be so bashful, of course I'm perfectly willing...\""
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"Can I have two dads.\" \n\nShe didn't really oppose the idea- utterly unpassionate either way. Her dad would probably be okay with it? Mallow watched Grim bright his finger to her nose, unflinchingly watching him tap her nose. With the proposition of *Him* Being a dad, the Skitty sniffed him.\n\n\"You are small, though.\" Her tail flicked. \n\n\"If a very big Dragonite. Very big. Wanted to eat me. Could you stop it. I think it would eat you too.\""
},
{
"author": "Grim",
"message": "*Grim scratched his chin.* \"Well...\" *Two dads? That would be a royal heresy, or at least in bad taste. But at the same time, his dad was like 30 years older than his mom and* That *Was weird, so he's not exactly in a position to be throwing stones.* \"Yes, I suppose two dads are fine.\"\n\n*He raised a brow as she mentioned dragons.* \"I could skewer a Dragonite without issue. Watch.\" *He stood up and pulled a feather from his wing- slashing it out with a `Leaf Blade` and extending it to something like a short sword. Taking a regal stance, he slashed at a tree nearby, slashing past the bark and drawing sap.* \"If that were a Dragonite it'd be bleeding out on the ground and dead.\""
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"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"What if the Dragonite had imprison and it also had leaf blade. So you couldn't use leaf blade.\" Mallow was in the market to powerplay. \"And it has really sharp teeth and eats owls every day.\""
},
{
"author": "Grim",
"message": "\"Well, then...\" *Grim rubbed his chin, pretending to be deep in thought.* \"I'd use Shadow Sneak, and I'd... Sneak behind the bast- the dragon.\" *Then, Grim used `Shadow Sneak`, sinking into the ground- except his head.* \"And then I'd kill him from the shadows.\""
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "Mallow swiveled her ears, watching Grim fall into the ground intensely. Congratulations, he had successfully impressed a ten year old.\n\n\"And then what.\" Her voice was dull and emotionless, but it was clear she was invested. \"What- what if the Dragonite didn't die yet. Bleeding out now. How would you finish it off.\""
},
{
"author": "Grim",
"message": "There is nothing more honorable than impressing a ten year old. \"Oh, It's simple. I would... Draw a feather from my wing.\" *He raised a wing from the shadow, letting a feather slide into his hand.* \"And, with\n\n\"One\n\n\"Swift\n\n\"Motion...\"\n\n*He sank into the ground, the shadow slithering around Mallow before- poof! He raised up and held it to her neck- without getting too close, of course. Child murder is not on the agenda for today.* \"I would cut his head clean off.\""
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"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "A blaring, heavy sun beats down on the scorching sand, an unrelenting blistery onslaught that would not relent. Touching the sand itself **Seared** The skin, so here's hoping you're wearing shoes of some kind. \n\nCaviar was not, but he didn't need it. He was immune to heat thanks to his ability, so he was able to wear his heavy wool cloak and gem-embedded crown, he even carried a black whip with him. His short stature contrasted his decorated person, but he stood tall and proud all the same. Before him were the four unfortunately commissioned for his job. They stood on a small patch of earth that was unusually not covered in sand. Well, there was still sand on it, but not as much as usual. It stood out very much.\n\nCaviar struck the sand with his whip to gather the four's attention before he began his speech. He spoke pompous and dramatic, almost like he was *Trying* To sound evil. \"Welcome, fearless warriors! I am very pleased to see you gathered here. It seems that all others were much too cowardly to brave such a deadly mission, but so be it! We have a mission to accomplish, an army to rescue! My powerful army may be unstoppable... But! Those cowards! Synth! They used underhanded tactics to gain the upper hand...\"\n\n\"Nevertheless! I'm sure my army will assist us in our escape once we rendezvous with them... Where you stand right now? This is one of the hidden entrances to the Synth tunnels beneath the earth... We shall brazenly destroy anyone who stands in our way! Or my name is not Caviar of the Night!!!!\" He seemed to be really enjoying his speech.\n\nHe crossed his arms as best as he could, expecting an applause, though he eventually he would ask awkwardly, \"...Any Questions?\""
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"author": "Grim",
"message": "*For most, the desert sands would be unbearable; however, birds have a special sort of foot. They lack much thermal sense there, normally, and can withstand intense temperatures- such as on hot pavement- for hours at a time. Some theorize that this may be due to a lack of moisture in the outer dermal layers; others say birds are just built different.*\n\n*That is to say, any complaining Grim did was mere annoyance.* \"What a bother,\" *He uttered to himself, walking barefoot through the sands- remediating his feet only with the occasional treatment of his drinking water.*\n\n*He came well-prepared, with a thrown-together umbrella and plenty of water. For himself and Mallow, of course.* \n\n*Through the short speech, he stood firm and at attention, but not particularly interested in Caviar. Instead, he leaded down and whispered to Mallow,* \"If anyone hurts you, bite their throat out, sweetie.\""
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"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"Gorgeous talismans.\" Mallow echoed. She had been doing this for the past few hours periodically- reminding herself of what she was fighting for here.\n\n...But Mallow was hot. It was hot, and it was the desert, and she had a coat fit for the peaks of mountains. With every pause, the Skitty was digging in the earth- only idling in the comfort of the cold sand hidden below the searing top layer. If for nothing else, fur so dense thoroughly protected the soles of her feet and allowed her to... Otherwise get by. Like sandcats. Look it up. Let me have this.\n\n\"Are the talismans. Gorgeous.\" Mallow was, apparently, a proficient digger. Helped by the fact that she didn't have to dig a very deep hole to fit herself, she was already half submerged as she waited for everyone to make their... Quips? Arrival? Something inbetween?\n\nWith a tilt of her head, she looked up to Grim.\n\n\"I know. Pokemon bleed the most there. Unless they are a Magnemite.\""
},
{
"author": "Grim",
"message": "\"Very good,\" *He responded. Without a word, he handed her a small waterskin.* \"Water.\""
},
{
"author": "Napori Auclair | Chimecho",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🎐 Napori 🎐 \n\n\n꧁~ A small chimecho nervously clapped her teeny hands together, whether out of curtesy or a need to break the awkward silence.\n\n꧁~ Napori had no need for any boots! After all, she had no feet to burn! Or knees or legs or torso or arms! Napori was all head and three itty bitty hands. Napori made an ordeal about keeping her ribbon sand free, frequently trying to dust it off out of anxious nerves. \n\n꧁~ The bell was a little happy to have someone she knew! It sent a bit of ease, removing the social anxiety burden that she let weigh so heavily on her. Grim wasn't her closest friend, but he was a notable individual for sure! A real acquaintance. \n\n◈ **\"Are you su-sure we should be goring them-?\"** Napori asked, having listened in on Grim and Mallow...\n\n꧁~ Napori was here on diplomatic terms! Surely there had to be some way to settle things without h-hurting someone... R-right?\n\n\n❥───────────────────── 🎐 Auclair 🎐"
},
{
"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "Cynthia was here as well, though she kept herself a bit further away from the rest of the group. Her facial expression had gone from a \"^~^\" To a \"=_=\". It was no wonder the force had them pull straws to see who had to take this. You know, Cynthia thought Anon would take this one for sure. Cactus mon and all, she'd be equipped to deal with this. Seems she wasn't interested though, or maybe she was busy with whatever that other job was. So here Cynthia was, unlucky as ever. The desert was blistering, but thankfully the only heat-sensitive part of Cynthia was her tail, so she was currently holding her tail up with one of her head ribbons. Was still brutal out here, not to mention the motley crew that had assembled. \n\nStill... A job was a job, and she had to do it right. Her mission here wasn't necessarily to help Caviar, but rather just to make sure nothing foul took place. Precautionary measures. Perhaps HQ already had an idea what this Caviar person was like? She didn't know though. The cowboy hat wearing shiny Wynaut looked to Caviar, completely oblivious to whatever tomfoolery the others were getting into. \n\n\"O' great Caviar of the Night, I dare to beseech:\" She figured she'd play along with this for now. \"How do we get into this secret entrance...?\""
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"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Caviar was a little disappointed by the lack of applause. Normally his army was happy to cheer and shout when he delivered a rousing speech, but commoners usually were this way... Nevertheless! He greatly appreciated the assistance and company. After all, what is the point of a king without subjects? He was particularly interested in Mallow, after all, she was young like him, perfect for a powerful soldier of his army... At the skitty's inquiry, he would draw his cloak over his mouth, eyes peeking out over it dramatically. \"Yes, my warriors... I guarantee my talismans are of the highest, most mysteriful, most wondrous quality... Only top rate benefits for my soldiers after all!\n\nCaviar whisked his cloak back with a dramatic flourish at Cynthia's inquiry, having waited for a good opening like this. He couldn't help but give a low chuckle toward her, his whip seeming to get ready to strike...\n\n\"Like...**This!**\" \n\nCaviar's whip suddenly drew back into the air, and with a flick of his leg, it sprang forward to the party of pokemon. It didn't touch any of them however, instead cracking the air and fiercely striking the ground before Caviar brought it back. He wore a proud, coy smile, \"I assure you, we shall sneak in without problem nor witne-\"\n\nThe ground collapsed. It just fell apart into a few pieces in an instant, as if built to pose as false earth, a secret entrance as promised. There was no time to react, the party was just suddenly falling down a deep circular hole that flooded with light from above, about 2 yards in diameter. There looked to be something below, something dull blue, but it was a good fiftyish feet down. The party was falling. Inconveniently, Caviar had suddenly grabbed onto Napori when he began to fall, dragging her down along with him."
},
{
"author": "Grim",
"message": "\"How... Rich.\" *Grim wasn't quite sure this bug was up to royalty-level snuff, but coming here, he wanted to see if this guy was all the bite that he riled himself up to be.* And a disappointing show he is.\n\n*Grim, being the bird he was, had the sort of instinct to start flapping once he was falling- they were struggled, especially since he wore an inconvenient hero-esque cape, but he was falling slower than the rest.*\n\n*Normally, someone might try to use this to save someone else- but, Grim was especially lacking in heroics, so it took him a bit to realize that, in fact, letting everyone fall to their death might be a bad idea.* Is that... Water, below? Smacking into that is a horrid idea. *At especially high speeds, water can be like concrete...*\n\n*Having random prioritization, the flapping bird then divebombed down towards Cynthia- spur of the moment thought. Haphazardly, he extended a wing to Mallow, too, although his mind turned the idea \"Cats always land on their feet\" Into \"Mallow can't die here\" And pulled it back.* \"Hold on,\" *He exclaimed, getting ready to use a Shadow Sneak- normally, he used that move to sneak through the shadows, but if he smashed himself into the wall with it, he could slow himself down...*"
},
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"author": "Napori Auclair | Chimecho",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🎐 Napori 🎐 \n\n\n◈ **\"EEP-\"** The chimecho flinched and hovered backwards at the angry crackling whip. It took her a moment to recover from the shock and gather herself... 'you look embarrassing, Napori', she told herself. . .\n\n꧁~ The chimecho was too busy self doubting to realize the floor had just fallen through. She only really noticed when a little schemer was yanking on her chain, or more accurately, Caviar yanking on her tail. She could *Normally* Float him level, but the surprise made her drop and tumble like a rock.\n\n꧁~ It was only a few feet above the ground that her mind remembered she had ``psychic``, which prompted the purple bell to catch her ~~and Caviar's~~ fall before they crashed into the sandy depths below. It was a pure adrenaline act, she was thinking selfishly in that moment and only managed to save herself and Caviar... \n\n\n❥───────────────────── 🎐 Auclair 🎐"
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"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "\"Eep!\" The Wynaut happened to sync with Napori perfectly with the whip crack. Cynthia recovered much the same, but when the ground beneath them crumbled, she let out a much less enthused \"Ah.\"\n\nThing was, Cynthia wasn't in too much danger. She fell like a rock, yes, but her body was naturally very resistant to falls and tumbles and most indirect physical damage. She just had to make sure her tail — her Achilles Heel - didn't hit the water first and she'd basically shake it off. So mid-air she was trying to position herself to land \"Head first\". \n\nNapori and Caviar seemed fine as she assessed the situation, but the only flyer was going for her instead of the much more seemingly delicate child. As Grim tried to grab Cynthia, she'd use him as something to kick herself off of, in Mallow's direction. To reassure him, she yelled \"I'll be fine! Take the cat!\" \n\nUsing her head ribbons, they coiled around the Skitty and swiftly spun along with Cynthia's body, tossing Mallow in Grim's direction. Unfortunately this did have the consequence of Cynthia smashing against the cave wall which stopped her momentum. The collision didn't hurt, but it did disorient her enough to have her body spiraling around mid-air. Making it a bit of a toss-up if she'd actually land the way she wanted to. She'd survive regardless; Wynaut bodies were pretty darn resistant as literal psychic punching bags. It'd just hurt a lot more to land a certain way."
},
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"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "Mallow took the waterskin from Grim silently- awkwardly gripping it and sticking her tongue into it the best she could while Caviar described the bounties that lay in store for the group. More importantly, for Mallow.\n\n...But something had happened, and happened a little too fast for the Skitty ot process it in time. The ground gave way, and the Skitty was in a free fall- instinctively twisting so her feet faced the ground with a waterskin kept on her person only because she dug her teeth into it to secure it.\n\n\"Haaaaaaaaaaah.\" She was trying to say something, probably, but the air had long left her lungs and found herself unable to make anything but a desperate wheeze. Mallow was just big enough to have a terminal velocity, and she wondered about how big the stain she'd leave behind would be. \n\nAlthough being passed from Grim to Cynthia to Grim Again like a hot potato, Mallow wasn't present for any of it- in a world of her own. Who'd get her new waterskin in the will? Would the others get stuck in this pit- being forced to eat her corpse in a few days out of hunger? What if she went to Hell? What if she didn't like it there?"
},
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"author": "Grim",
"message": "*It was too late to write a will, and Grim knew that- getting his priorities snapped into place thanks to the quick-thinking Cynthia, the owl furled his wings around Mallow before using a `Shadow Sneak`- the two would be enveloped in a shadowy ball, whereupon the two barreled towards the wall-* Into *The wall- and started to slow down, Mallow now audience to the visage of a swirling shadow world around them.*\n\n*It was... Quiet, dark, and Grim held without too much thought. Now in the wall, the shadows started to swirl- forced to slow down- and eventually, Grim brought them to a stop.*\n\n*After a few moments, he pulled his head out from a spot on the wall, facing up and holding Mallow upwards.* \"... Eugh. I think I'm going to be sick...\" *The owl looked ready to puke... But, the two stopped their descent!*\n\n\"... Are you okay, Mallow?\""
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{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "As much of a nice time everyone besides Cynthia was having, Caviar and Napori would end up joining her quickly enough down below. \n\nAs one got closer to the blue hue below, it almost seemed to look less like water and more like... Wait, vines?\n\nBy that point, each of the three had landed into the mass of vines below, the thick and springy foliage bracing their fall. It would take a few seconds to climb around to get a view of the room... The round blob of vines being somewhat difficult to get a foothold on. Even so, eventually they could climb up to find themselves in the middle of a hollowed out large space, *Very* Large, like a warehouse size. It seemed to be a sleeping quarters of sorts... Why? Well, cause there were a bunch of beds with pokemon in them. Grass types, all of them. There had to be like fifty of them in here... Some asleep, some sitting on their beds, some relaxing in theirs, some meandering around. The rocky walls and cieling seemed to have sun-like balls of light scattered around that shone brightly and powerfully, but still safe to look at. \n\nOne Problem: A large portion of these grass types' heads turned quickly at the noise of a screaming king and a soft landing, not to mention a few pieces of earth falling as well. They looked upon the pokemon with bewilderment, all somewhat frozen by the shock of a sudden dropping in of pokemon, nobody had any words.\n\nExcept Caviar. He climbed up the viney mess and stood atop it proudly, making a decree to the onlookers. \"**SURRENDER, FOOLS!** You have been invaded by Caviar of the NIGHT! You stand no chance against me and my powerful warriors...\" After he finished speaking, a lanky Tangrowth's hand reached up around the mound to scratch its belly in its sleep. You had landed on a Tangrowth."
},
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"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "Cynthia very inelegantly crashed into the \"Water\". Though she did a little bounce off of the surface, before landing proper. Quickly rising to her feet, she immediately looked around as well as down. \"... Huh?\"\n\nShe was thankful, but she didn't expect that. So she climbed to get a better look around. Once she got up, she was met with quite a few Grass types around her. If these were their enemies, they were far outnumbered, not to mention any element of surprise was entirely lost. She looked to Caviar, expecting him to surrender with some pride. In hindsight, this was a foolish hope. \n\n\"Will you _shut up_ already?\" Cynthia said, though it came out like more of an order. She dropped the act she started off with earlier than she expected to, but there was a good chance this group of Pokemon was either innocent or guilty enough to kill all of them. She bowed her head apologetically to the Grass types facing their little squad. \n\n\"Sorry about him. If possible, I'd like to resolve this peacefully! With that said, let's hear your side of this story.\"\n\nHer cowboy hat, which was left floating down, fell delicately on her head despite all odds. Seemed like it had a knack for finding its owner, no matter the circumstances. She noticed she was on a Tangrowth, a very big one, but wasn't _too_ concerned about that right now."
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"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "Mallow could be rotated freely to Grim's pleasure- as stiff as a figurine. She took her sweet old time coming to her senses, but when she *Did*, she started squirming in Grim's grasp to break free.\n\n\"I am. Fine.\" Mallow probably was now, at least- speaking nothing of the fall. She batted at the Dartrix's head with sheathed claws in hopes of being released.\n\n...\n\n\"They are all grass types. We have to use Bug Type or Fire Type or Flying Type Moves...\" The kitten rattled off, having no such moves to speak of."
},
{
"author": "Grim",
"message": "*Grim winced at the batting.* \"Don't hit me.\" *He barely felt it, but the principle of it was utterly unacceptable.* \"We'll let them do... Whatever. Down there.\" *He gestured his head back.* \"What do you say we take a look around? It's likely prince charming down there has this settled anyhow.\" *Without asking for confirmation, he sank back into the shadow, using a `Shadow Sneak` to dart around, off the side of the ceiling, and on the ground level somewhere- letting Mallow down once he was there. He normally couldn't see around while in his shadows all that well, but he had a sense of where the floor was, at least...*"
},
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"author": "Napori Auclair | Chimecho",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🎐 Napori 🎐 \n\n\n꧁~ Napori slowly and shakily levitated back up, dazed and in wonder at where they were... Some secret tunnel, more like a secret sink hole they were all stuck in now-\n\n◈ **\"Ah, this place is so drab...\"** She uttered to herself... Before her brain adjusted to the shock fully, she approached where she thought Cynthia was. **\"That was one nasty fall, how are you dear?\"**\n\n꧁~ Napori liked open places, but something about this whole wide open space made her feel watched... Like she wasn't alone. Well, apart from the party of colorful personalities!\n\n◈ Napori hadn't quite realized where they had ended up yet, and turned flusteredly to the bug that was now shouting ear grating word's straight into her brain. **\"Do you m-mind not announcing our presnce? Th-that defeats the purpose of sneaking in-\"** Napori gave her nonconstructive criticisms until she finally blinked away the last bits of confusion... \n\n꧁~ So they were being watched! Oh! No!\n\n\n❥───────────────────── 🎐 Auclair 🎐"
},
{
"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "Mallow and Grim were able to sneak along the shadow upon the ceiling with ease. Everyone's attention was focused on the three who fell from above, their eyes glancing between each other, unsure of what to do. It was an awkward silence, each person entirely unsure how to proceed with such a shocking event and conflicting words. They needed someone else to decide for them. And eventually someone did.\n\n\"**APPREHEND THE INTRUDERS!**\" Called a Grovyle in the crowd, hollering almost like a beast. And in just a moment, everyone listened. Some charged, some walked, some crawled, point being, all of them were making their way to the three. Caviar stood tall (Or as tall as he could, anyway) upon the tangrowth's stomach. He drew his whip out, crying out with gusto, \"Bow before my might, mortals! Submit to my-\" His mouth began to glow brighter, as if preparing a fire attack... But before it could come out, an arm reached up from the ground. The Tangrowth lifted itself to its feet, causing Napori to be pushed away and Cynthia to fall to the earthy earth. In the same motion, it grabbed Caviar in its hands, evoking a shocked \"Urgk-!\" From the vampire, dropping his whip and becoming entirely helpless in the creature's grasp.\n\nIt is at this point I reccommend Cynthia and Napori surrender for now, but that's your onus.\n\nGrim and Mallow may also like to know that they could see two exits to this room, both tunnels. One was at the back of the room, where more beds were, and another was at the front, where there was more open space."
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"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "\"Orrrrr I guess we're fighting now!\" Cynthia nervously exclaimed as the Grovyle ordered the charge. She really didn't like the looks of this. Her top priority was getting everyone out, but right now she couldn't act on any guarantees. Fighting here could lead to a lot more damage done than if she surrendered. Still, she acted on what little she could. She tried to quickly snatch the fallen whip before the others could fully notice her, the odds of which weren't great but they _did_ have Napori and Caviar to focus on. She'd slip the whip into her hat, which fell off her head after yet another fall, before placing the hat securely on her head. \n\nNow all she could do was hope nobody saw that, as she threw her hands — ribbons — into the air in surrender. There was no helping it; this was the logical course of action for now."
},
{
"author": "Grim",
"message": "*Well, that sure was something. Looks like a fight was going to end just as quickly as it started. He considered intervening and suggesting they be taken as prisoners, but that seems like where it was headed, anyhow. That'll at least show them who to save.* And then, if they cannot handle themselves, I suppose I can free them later.\n\n*Someone aught to find out where the exit was, though. It's not likely everyone opened and left through the hole that just reappeared.* If things play out how I think they will, they'll be fine. They seem... Durable. *He looked over to Napori and cringed.* Mostly.\n\n*Before he moved, he whispered to Mallow,* \"What I'm going to do is dangerous. If you must leave to spare yourself, do not hesitate.\" *It was more a command than a pitiful gesture.*\n\n*As such, he put Mallow down and stuck around for just a second to see if she was following him or not before moving over to the front, open tunnel- exit? Prisoners? Money? Who's to say?*"
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"author": "Napori Auclair | Chimecho",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🎐 Napori 🎐 \n\n\n꧁~ Napori was fighting off an impending panic attack before she even had a milicrumb of a chance to fight off the angered grass types. Sh-she barley even fought and now she had to wage war agains a tribe?! What happened to diplomacy? Order??? There were simpler solutions than throwing yourself into the maw of hell but-!!! Oh well... Whast done is done. Napori stowed her nerves and readied herself for valiant combat..! When-\n\n꧁~ She stuck her small little hands up. All three, standing up in surrender. In a way, Napori was like a white flag! Her tail flap waved like that of a surrender warning. She was throwing in the towel far before the match started. She couldn't win this, so the logical choice was to give up... Resign to fate... \n\n꧁~ This was the bet way to reduce harm done to anyone, she rationalized. \n\n\n❥───────────────────── 🎐 Auclair 🎐"
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "Mallow took her time- spending a few moments to watch the others be abducted. They were like little ants, Mallow thought. Little tiny ants she could step on. So small! Just as she reached a paw out to pretend to squish Cynthia, Grim gave her an offer.\n\n\"Gorgeous talismans.\" She repeated once more. She had to get those Gorgeous Talismans, so she had to accompany Grim. With little hesitation, she followed after the owl."
},
{
"author": "Grim",
"message": "*Grim, seeing Mallow tagging along, muttered to her.* \"Pah. You want those talismans?\" *He kept hush, as not to draw attention, as he peeped around.* \"What for?\""
},
{
"author": "jazzkitty",
"message": "\"He said they were gorgeous. Gorgeous talismans.\" Mallow wasn't particularly sure. There was just an allure in their emphasis- an allure in how Caviar advertised them. Who- who wouldn't want them? It was a given. A given to want them.\n\n\"Gorgeous talismans.\" One more time for emphasis. She spoke in a hushed tone because Grim was, but didn't register the multitude of grass types as enough of a threat to warrant her silence."
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"author": "jeffthebull",
"message": "The Petilil didn't seem to even notice the effect until her escort stopped in his tracks, turning its head slowly back to face the Wynaut with a frustratedly impatient expression, but only as though the hinderance were a mild annoyance. It steadied its stance and began to charge up a powerful attack... Ready to unleash it upon his enemies... But.\n\nThe Petilil was similarly annoyed, but less to the point of anger, almost bored. The chief began to sway her body in waves, the headdress upon her beginning to glow a faint yellow, and suddenly her eyes locked onto Cynthia, **Forcing** The Wynaut to mimic the strange swaying motion, and when it was done, the Wynaut could tell something was amiss.\n\n\n\n\n\n\"You were saying?\" She asked devilishly.\n\nAnd the pair of flowery grass pokemon turned to leave once again, unperturbed."
},
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"author": "descendancy0",
"message": "Seeing her Shadow Tag rendered useless frustrated her to no end, along with seeing that cheeky Petilil get away unscathed. As they left, Cynthia would yell \"Get back here—!\"\n\nBut that was it. A futile slap at the bars in anger, one that only served to scrape at her ribbons due to the vines, and then she stood silent for a moment. Dejected, she took a deep breath to calm herself down.\n\nAnd another. \n\nAnd another. \n\n\"... Okay,\" She said at last. \"I miscalculated. That's my fault. I'm sorry.\"\n\nShe offered an apologetic nod of the head to Napori and the others, but rose her head afterward. \n\n\"Now, let's put our heads together and work out a way to break this cell. Any ideas?\""
},
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"author": "Napori Auclair | Chimecho",
"message": "❥───────────────────── 🎐 Napori 🎐 \n\n\n꧁~ Napori was pumped and raring to go, having tensed herself for any sudden movement-!!! Which is why she was surprised when the two grass types turned tail and scooted off... Ah... Napori turned to Cynthia, unsure of how to move forward... The talkative bell kept quiet for once...\n\n◈ She struggled to maintain eyecontact, feeling guilt rising in her own stomach(or lack there of)... If it was Cynthoa's fault, it was also hers. **\"You cou-couldn't have possibly for accounted for that, dear.\"** Napori offered up as the wynaut smacked the thorny bars. \n\n◈ **\"But you're right, w-we need a new plan! H-hmm...\"** Napori examined the stretching vines, trying to follow a source. Napori actually had a critical mind, wh-when it wasn't stressed out and stuttery... **\"I could use confusion on the vines... See if these a-are controlled by someone and if it'd hurt them. It isn't traceable, s-so none of us would be in trouble... And if there isn't a reaction, our king Caviar here should be able to slice us all out!\"** Napori clapped her little hand nubs together, looking nervously at Cynthia.\n\n◈ **\"Is that a good enough plan?\"**\n\n\n❥───────────────────── 🎐 Auclair 🎐"
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"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "*There it is*\n *A lovely shop*\n*One that toils and broils and fumes with rancid smoke*\n\n*And there she is*\n *There* She *Is*\n\n Stella.\n*She's leaning against the front counter, at the back of the store, so not much of a front counter but perhaps the only one there. The only place to finalize a transaction or to buy something or to just talk with her if she's got nothing better to do.*\n\n*On the walls, you could find things like tacky paintings or wooden ornaments or maybe even someone's severed paw, a sign of good luck to those blind to the misfortune of its owner.*\n\n*And then*\n *There was*\n *That strange feeling*\n*That came from the air. A tingling psionic resonation.*\n *Stella was thinking.*"
},
{
"author": "Oskar",
"message": "We still think it's not a good idea. Yet, here we are. Why is it we feel trepidation? It isn't as if we haven't dabbled in the occult. We *Are* The occult, even. Are we sure that our fleshier component does not fear another deal? Do we think this seer holds any answers we seek? No, we don't. We're wasting time? Well, we don't have anything to do with our time but to waste it. To offer our strength until we are fat with coin and now, to waste it once we have it... Enough philosophy, you're just confusing us.\n\nOskar had come to Wisterwood seeking this seer but now they stood before her place they felt... Both nervous but at the same time ultimately underwhelmed. The smell curled their nose, even from outside it. They were still never going to get used to the smell of smoke - the smell of fire was perhaps a little hard for them still.\n\nOskar pulls the empty cross-guard from their back, holding it close like a prized possession as they decide to enter, finally, eyes side-to-side and analysing this... Menagerie of crap. Without saying anything yet, their eyes trace over all of what they had expected to be something supernatural, not simply an arrangement of superstition. Still, it was beyond them to be just blanket rude to those although their tone could not hide the disappointment, turning to address the Xatu. At least she matched the description the symbiote had heard. \"You are Stella? We've heard many things about you, if you'll entertain our curiosity.\""
},
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"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "\"Oskar.\" *The seer coddled a brand-new pipe in her hand, an ornate one with a purple and brown color, and a strange duvet and many awkward spirals.*\n\n*She'd been holding this puff in her lungs for a while, only releasing them after she spoke- two clouds barreling from either nostril.*\n\n\"Sometimes, when I say someone's name, \n I feel a little strange.\nA little scared.\n If you try to both see and change the future, then you can hardly see clearly.\n Change the future, and what you see will be wrong. It would be a paradox.\n So if you're looking for a very direct answer,\n you're out of luck,\n but.\nI say people's names before they tell me and I tell them things I shouldn't, sometimes,\n because,\nIt won't change the outcome. Not by a lot.\n I try and reclaim myself from these bindings,\n To... Hmmm...\"\n\n*She turned her head to the side, hand extending out.* \"Oh. I don't do this for free. Not much... 500 will suffice.\""
},
{
"author": "Oskar",
"message": "It isn't hard to know who we are. We *Have* A reputation in spite of our own efforts. Not that great of one, though... We should believe her for now or not.\n\nThey seemed to be less taken aback and more amused that the bird knew their name. \"Well, we'll find that useful since we don't exactly have direct questions and we have nothing but time to think with.\" They admit, placing a small coinsack on the counter. \"Feel free to count it if you like, we understand you've got no reason to believe we're of a trustworthy kind yet. Unless, perhaps you do?\" Oskar asked, their voice rising with a curious lilt to it, letting just a brush of their skepticism filter into their voice."
},
{
"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "*Stella's head shook, her pipe leaving her beak as she oh-so-gently placed it on the counter.* \"Mm.\" *She didn't bother counting- placing the coins inside her register-safe, a sort of standard thing for someone wary of Pokémon sneaking about and taking stuff. For a world so versatile as to have ghosts that can phase through walls, you can never be too careful.*\n\n\"Come with me,\" *She muttered, gesturing the two towards a back room blocked only by a beaded curtain.* \"Back here.\"\n\n*Through the doorway, the mystique of the shop was instead substituted with an array of boxes, bags and stowed goods. Through the halls, up a short flight of stairs, and...*\n\n*An overgrown terrace, vines stretched into the streets below. The ledge overlooked the city, lights gracing the cloud bellies.*\n\n\"It's easier for me to think, here,\" *She states, her eyes distant.* \"Not as much smoke.\n\n\"Ask away.\""
},
{
"author": "Oskar",
"message": "\"We can't say we enjoy smoke either.\"\n\nAre we surprised she is normal? We are. Do we not think she has to eat? We are abnormal but we still have the same needs as anyone around us. Maybe it isn't so strange.\n\n*They did find this place more pleasant though, hopping down, setting themselves comfortably, watching the world go by, people about their days.*\n\n\"They just aren't like us.\" *They thought aloud, still struggling to word the questions that actually plagued them, settling on a question that sort of sounded correct?* \"We have strange questions, if you'll find it within your capabilities. Would you be able to see us at home when the future comes?\""
},
{
"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "*Stella took a deep breath in- without the constant smoke, she felt jittery, deep down- like she* Needed it, *On a primal level- but beyond that, she was free.*\n\n\"It seems like a lot of Pokémon nowadays are asking about home.\" *Eyes fluttered to the sun, the patterns on her feathers holding still for once.*\n\n\"If you're asking if it's possible, then yes. Anything is possible if you set your mind to it. \n\nAlthough, \n\nWhen Pokémon ask that sort of question, they really mean 'how do I get home?'. \n\nBut that doesn't sound like the way you phrased it.\" *She locked eyes with the duo of Oskar.* \n\n\"If I tell you the future, then the future changes. That's the nature of a paradox. But if you're looking for advice, to be nudged to a future that's better, then I can help. We tend to have a path set before us, but we can change that path. That is what it is to be a Pokémon.\""
},
{
"author": "Oskar",
"message": "\"That very much seems to be our problem, seer.\" *Oskar meets her eyes, just a flash of pink behind the black, showing just a flash of dissapointment.* \"For the last few centuries, we haven't had a path before us. For one brief moment we saw it and then we were lost again. Whatever future you're hoping to change doesn't matter. The way things stand we don't have one to alter.\""
},
{
"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "\"Of course you have a path,\" *She uttered, a bit irked by his assertion.* \"You have a path until you die. Maybe you just have a boring one.\"\n\n*She held her pipe up to her beak, for a moment, but chewed on the lip and let it sit back down at her side. Ash fell to the tiled floor, but she didn't bother stomping it out.*\n\n\"You two aren't going to die for a while. That's for certain. But I'm going to take a guess. Ahem... You want to know what's next, right?\n\n\"Well, most Pokemon want to live enjoy able lives. But... The difference between happy and enjoyable\nIs a large one. A happy life is one where you're sitting around all day, eating chocolates and reading books and being generally uninterested in the world around you.\n\n\"But I can see a more intriguing path for you.\" *She sits her head back and looks to the sky. Despite how slow clouds move, you can still get a sense that you'd never catch up to them...* \"If you want, of course. I can't write your fate.\n\n\"They call her Anonymous. I've never met her, but I've heard good things about her. A real pillar of the community.\" *Finally, per pipe rises to beak, a huff of smoke tainting the patio for once.* \"She's a bit different nowadays, but it's still her.\n\nHm.\" *She lets out a puff. Purple...* \"I'll have to be a bit vague here. If I told you what happened next, it can't possibly happen. Not in a way that's good for you.\n\n\"Ahem...\n\n\"She is a Cacturne. She's quite a bit like you. \n And yet\nShe's so incomprehensibly different.\n Not like you at all.\nYou've probably never met your match. Not really. Not in combat, not like this. Or, if you have, those matches are few and far between.\n And \n yet\nWhat you need to do will be challenging.\n A kind of fight that you might not swing your sword at\n and yet\nYour swords will be vital for this exchange.\n\nI cannot say why.\" *She puffs a cloud right over Oskar's head.* \"But, once you see her, it should be pretty obvious why.\n\n However\n\nYou aren't ready for this yet. And you will need to hold yourself back from this path as much as you can.\nIt's a kind of personal growth ordeal. You can start to track her down, but you can't find her quite yet.\n\nTake your time. Enjoy the path ahead.\n\nThat is all.\" *She smirks fron behind the pipe.*"
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{
"author": "Oskar",
"message": "*Oskar sat and listened patiently, igniting Ypsilon's blade in their hands as soon as they were mentioned, that very symbol of their two powers toget- **Gack!***\n\n*They nearly fell straight back off their perch, waving the smoke out of their face as quick as they could. One downside of not being an inert ghost anymore - the unpleasantness of standard senses.*\n\n\"We never planned on dying - we would hope that wasn't what we had told you but we were looking for a destiny - not to be told not to chase it. Forgive us if we follow a path that leads to a future, whatever your warnings might be.\" *They explained, flourishing the water-blade in their hand briefly as they took back to their feet.* \"Perhaps though, we think you might be on to something. I have spoken to many with these blades. Perhaps it may be time we find this person and exchange a few ideas.\"\n\nWe wish to go head-first into a nature creature that would hold an advantage? We could. We may not be victorious but we need not win to speak."
},
{
"author": "doyousellvhs",
"message": "\"Follow the future too closely,\n and you'll have no control over your own path.\nDestiny is not very eventful. \n Not for you, at least.\nThat is to say,\n you might have peaked early.\nNo offense.\"\n\n*She took another huff of the smoke, pipe glimmering near the end.* \"It's difficult reading your future. You have many paths ahead of you.\nAnd yet\n sometimes\n it feels like\nYou don't choose any of the good ones.\nReading one's future and one path is very intimate, you know. You get to know a person's most vulnerable moments. What mistakes they *Will* Make and how they justify them.\nBut you don't bother to make a lot of mistakes. You stick to fighting and you never really move on from that. You look for something more but it just never happens. For so long, in fact, that I can't even see your death.\nBut.\nThat's just a fraction of what *Could* Happen.\n This future reading is difficult that way.\"\n*The smoke puffed out to the city.* \"Every time I tell you more of what could happen, it changes. Futures split and split. The farther out you read, the more you have to account for.\n But,\n if you focus on one end point, \n like pulling a thread through the eye of a needle, \nYou'll reach it.\n\nOh, I'm getting something.\" *She tapped her head, staring out into the city more intensely.* \"Oh. Hm. Well! \n\nI also have this. It's another future, not one mutually exclusive to what I described to you.\n\nYou might learn to love yourself. To most, that's a simple thing to comprehend, but you'll find it much more interesting.\n But not just yourself. All of yourself. For every strength and flaw and quirk you embody.\"\n\n*She paused once more, honing in on a particular thought- straining the weaving threads of destiny to isolate a single string.*\n\n\"At a point in time, in a moment of weakness, you will learn something about yourself that you didn't want to know.\n\n\"But, that's just a possibility. A small one. Something improbable. Maybe it has to do with personality, perhaps history.\n\n\"But it's guaranteed if you pursue it.\" *She tapped her head.* \"I can't really say what it is, though. It's so obscured by chance that I barely noticed it.\""
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