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Post by ROY CASE on Jun 26, 2018 12:56:04 GMT -5
“Now, you be good for these gentlemen, Roy!”
“I already told you we’re not gentlemen! Who do you think you’re giving this baby to?”
“Lady, we really don’t have time for something like this.”
“I’ve simply got to go. Watch him for something like… three hours at most and I’ll be right back.”
Adults looked bigger when they were arguing. This was one of those gentle arguments Roy had seen. Like when he walked into the room, Old Dad and Mom’s loud fights evolved into gentle arguments. The two guys were strangers, one looked like a teenager, and the other was almost as old as Mom.
“I can-”
“Roy! You be quiet for these men!” Mom checked her watch. She’d been doing that a lot that day. “I’m late. Have fun.”
“Lady I will throw your kid into the ocean!” The younger of the two men threatened. Roy’s eyes went as wide as dinner plates, and the teen’s face softened.
His partner clapped him on the shoulder. “She saw through us, Vlad… we’re not…” his voice cracked at the last word, “hardcore.”
The accusation went through Vlad like a bolt of lightning. He had to sit down at that realization, his head in his hands. “Essy… was the boss right about us?”
“My name is Roy.” Vlad and Essy took a once over of the boy. “I’m four years old. Did you guys know Tanba has a gym?” Roy knew the tourism pamphlet front, back and inside out after he was told to sit in silence on the ferry over to the island.
“We should leave him,” Essy declared. “He’ll get in trouble if he stays with us.” The older man had a black goatee. Before he died, Essy would grow it out into a long, twirling beard, but he never grew anything on the side of his head. Essy would tell people he was scared of the hairs getting into his ears.
“Three hours. Our hit… er… playdate happens pretty soon..." his eyes glanced towards Roy when he realized he probably shouldn’t talk about criminal enterprises too publicly. He’d get a reminder on that lesson eight years later when he blurted out about a heist to a pair of undercover Kogane detectives. Vlad would be the butt of endless jokes until he escaped prison and never returned to the Coldblood base. Then, he was just a failure.
“You like gyms, boy?” Essy asked Roy. Vlad shoved his elbow into his partner’s ribs, and the two started arguing in whispers, walking off after a moment. Roy didn’t quite understand what was happening. He climbed up a picnic table and looked around the island as much as his small frame would allow. People had flooded Tanba from far and wide, preparing for the highly anticipated contest, attending the widely publicized gym battles and setting up for the Summer festival. But, no matter where he looked, Roy couldn’t find his mom, and that’s all he was looking for.
It would be a couple of more minutes before Essy would pick up Roy by his shirt’s neckline, lifting him off the table and up to the gangster’s eyeline. “You wanna come with us, boy? We’ll buy you popcorn.”
Vehement nodding preceded excited bouncing for violent fighting. Roy jumped on the stands in the gym so much, Vlad and Essy thought it was going to snap under his little feet. They were embarrassed at first, especially when an older woman told the pair what a cute son they had. Eventually, they just started laughing at Roy’s boisterous cheers for each of the gym challengers. And, soon enough, they were cheering right alongside him, echoing every sentiment the little boy shouted.
Roy’s amber eyes were captured and held by the fiery battles he watched. Every challenger brought something new to the dirt field. Every pokémon was capable of something new. The gym leader stood strong against them all. He was like a statue more than a man. A figure more than a fighter. The little boy was becoming a fan.
After a very contentious encounter between a young woman and the leader, the gym’s emcee announced they’d be taking a break for the leader’s pokémon, and promised a quick return to the fighting. Disappointed by the news, Roy sat down for the first time since getting to his seat, but Essy tugged on him to stand back up. The three of them were leaving the gym without a word, save for Roy’s questions.
Vlad and Essy had gotten weirdly quiet, exiting the open air stadium and walking around, with Roy in tow. The young boy’s questions didn’t stop despite not receiving an answer. After a few more steps against the sand, his interrogation had gotten too loud and irritating. Roy felt a sharp pain against the side of his cheek, followed by the burning of the sand.
Roy lifted his face out of the hot beach, and looked up with tears welling up in his eyes. He saw Vlad and Essy approach a figure… the gym leader? They surrounded him, there was some heated exchange of words, a physical confrontation, several flashes of lights, one punch from Essy, and the gym leader was unmoving on the beach, just like Roy.
“Get up, boy,” Essy demanded, and Roy complied, standing up quickly, his clothes decorated with sand. “Your mom isn’t coming back, and our job is done.”
“So scram!” Vlad barked, hate filling his eyes.
Roy shook at the words. “How do you know? What did you do to that man? Who are you?”
“Scram!”
“Shut it,” Essy commanded. “This is Vlad, and I’m Essy. We're the bad guys. Your mom said she would come looking for you after three hours-”
“So let’s go back there! Where is she?”
“It’s been seven hours.”
The declaration hung in the air. Roy had no idea. Maybe he was just young and didn’t understand time all that well. He couldn’t believe it had already been double that amount of time. Was his mom gone? The sun had hardly moved in the sky. There’s no way the day had passed so quickly… right?
“You can wait if you want, but we’re going back to Kogane. You’re free to come if you want.”
Essy walked from the stadium, anxious to get away from the victim of their attack. Vlad shortly followed. It took a moment of indecision and a few more tears scraped away from the boy’s eyeballs, but Roy followed too. He wouldn’t return to Tanba for thirteen years.
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Post by Ryusuke Ugumi on Jun 27, 2018 2:14:18 GMT -5
the things that you might like don't grow inside of me
Dear Dad,
I've never really been good at this sort of thing so you'll have to bear with me. You and mom know better than anyone else that I've never really been the type to sit still, and talking was never really my thing unless stuff NEEDED to be said. If there's a problem you deal with it and if there's something after that you deal with that too, right? Probably not the best or easiest way to go about things in hindsight but I figure it's worked so far and there's not much point in worrying about what you can't change or fix then and there, all that does is cause a lot more anxiety for everyone involved.
Hindsight would be the joke here.
We didn't really leave on the best of terms and I think we both know it. Sure, there was an agreement in place and mom was along for the ride to make sure I didn't get in too deep or to carry me back home if something happened, but that didn't erase the argument we had before then. Things were said and I don't really think those words can be taken back. If nothing else it's probably a good thing that I'm having to pause and THINK about what I'm writing, too, since we've both got tempers and I've no doubt that were we speaking in person right now we'd probably be going right back over the same ground we covered in that last fight.
I know a simple sorry isn't going to cut it but I think it's at least as good a starting point as any after a year. I'm doing fine, Treecko is still here and my arm and leg have been getting better, not worse. We're making landfall in Asagi City the day after tomorrow, and if nothing else the fact that this letter's made it back home should be proof that we reached Johto safely. At the very least I'd like to keep these letters going back and forth, although I'll understand if you prefer to just keep tabs on me through the Nav. Like I said earlier, I don't expect one letter and a few words to fix the damage done - I know you well enough to know how long you can hold a grudge, and in this case I can't really argue that it's unwarranted.
If you do decide to write back at some point, though...
How is everyone doing?
I know Shiori wasn't all that happy about me leaving first, especially so soon after rehab was officially "done" and given that she was perfectly fine compared to us, no lost or crippled limbs. Has she finally left home during the year I've been away? And have your legs shown any improvement since then? The doctors said the wheelchair wasn't a permanent thing if I remember right, and a lot can happen in a few months.
And did mom ever make it back home? I know you can't have been happy about the fact that she split off and went her own way when we got to Mossdeep, but whatever it was it had to be important. Neither of you break promises lightly, and given the chance I figure she would've gotten in touch to explain where and when she was going so at least someone knew. I didn't, anyways, and given that she left all of her old team back home to help around the house.... I figured she'd be back there if she really needed them. I haven't been able to reach her PokeNav, though, so I'm still in the dark on that one.
I figure this letter should get back home in maybe a week, maybe two. By that point I figure I'll probably be somewhere in either Enju or Kogane, sooner if I can find a bus or something to either. You probably know better than I do, though, since these are your old stomping grounds.
Regardless, here's hoping you do decide to write back.
Sincerely,
Ryusuke
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Post by Kevin Foster on Jun 27, 2018 4:29:16 GMT -5
A lone boy sat in a valley spanning between the mountains surrounding Route 42 and 43 just outside of Chouji Town, verdant hair blowing in the breeze just as the blades of grass, postured against the ground on his rump. The sky was a hazy powder blue covered in wispy blotches of cotton white, the Cirrus formation flowing across the sky in its own majesty. In the distance a Growlithe frolicked through the brambles of the nearby brush, startling a distraught Spearow into the sky.
Days like these left Kevin feeling sentimental.
Pulling off the backpack slung over his shoulder, the green lad tore open the zipper and rummaged around through the depths of his knapsack for a tattered journal with a blank header. Licking at the print of his left thumb, Kevin wrenched the journal open roughly a quarter of the way before flicking past a few pages that looked more like a collage of scribbles and unfinished drawings than a chronicle of his childhood. He took a hearty breath, fingers deftly prying for a pen that he took in hand, though at first he hesitated to scrawl.
After a moment of composing himself, Kevin began:
"To The Parents Whom I've Never Known,
There was a cloud shaped like a Swinub today just south of the Lake of Rage, near Chouji Town. It made me wonder if we even shared the same sky, and whether you'd ever be able see it, too. I know it sounds naive, but Grandpa has always been so reserved when it comes to you both. He's never even said if you were alive. Maybe you're dead, and I'm keeping this journal in vain.
But perhaps there is a worth in this diary regardless.
I've yet to see as much as I'd like, but I've also done more to help others than most can say by my age, I reckon. Grandpa even helped me find my first pokemon, a Growlithe. I've decided to call her Shoka. Grandpa said it means 'early summer' in the language that the shinobi used. He doesn't tell me much else about them except their language and calligraphy, but I like his lessons: They're a recess from the otherwise dull conversations we generally have. Usually he just sends me on errands to Kogane City and stays shut-in all week long.
I think it's his age finally getting to him, but maybe not.
How old are you both? I imagine you're young, to have been adventuring for all this time. I expect so.
I've become a cadet Ranger since the summer before last, and Shoka helps me with my duties. The land is arid here, so when there's a wildfire it spreads like no one's business. We've trained together under the local Rangers to make firebreaks when things get out of hand, and we've helped avert a few blazes for the town's sake.
There's not much else for me to tell. I've always stayed here in Chouji Town, mostly because Grandpa gets uneasy when I'm not within arm's reach, even though I'm going to be an adult soon. I hope to start a journey of my own then, most likely. I wonder if we'll ever cross paths. Is it dumb that I hope for as much, you think?
One day. That's what I keep telling myself."
Kevin let out a heavy breath after reaching the conclusion of his journal entry, taking a moment to glower at letters etched into the paper, a faint pout twitching across his lips. It wasn't much, honestly.
Kevin wanted to explain and explore his feelings for them, but had little more to offer before he felt it'd become nothing but him prattling at an inanimate object. So with a brisk flick of the wrist Kevin branded the letter with his own name, as well as making a time stamp towards the top of the paper after confirming the time on his PokeGear. With a grunt he rose to his feet, cramming his belongings back into his bag before raising a hand to his mouth and whistling for Shoka to return.
He'd ask his Grandpa to mail it, if he even could.
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Post by Jenna Wright on Jun 27, 2018 17:08:25 GMT -5
[nospaces][break] | [attr="class","schr"] “Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life — and travel — leaves marks on you. Most of the time, those marks — on your body or on your heart — are beautiful. Often though, they hurt.” [break] — prompt #1 [break][break] Sometimes, she ached. There was a pull, a tug, a longing. [break][break] As Jenna Wright eased the peddling of her legs, she knew that the roads had grown too familiar. Day after day, hour after hour, the images of each paved, dirtied, and curved road of this region had been burned into her mind. Full circle, she traveled these paths – now back again; back home. [break][break] Her bicycle rolled along the path, slow and steady until there was no energy left to carry it. Her eyes roamed, following the cobblestone path that split through the trees. She knew where to look; knew that many people could often glance by this place without realizing what was there. [break][break] It was different from how she remembered. A garden of overgrowth awaited her. Over the years, the length of the grass and the proximity of the trees had crept closer to the house that stood before her. It was small, quaint, and the smell of charcoal wafted from the open windows. A fire was burning. Smoke billowed from the stone-crafted chimney. All of these sights and smells sang to her... and Jenna ached again. [break][break] Nostalgia, as she had been told, meant pain from an old wound. A pain from the return home. The words nostos and algos, combined into a meaning that would last from one century to the next. A pain that everyone would feel. It was a scar that rested underneath her skin. No itch could ease it. As much as she wanted to revisit this place, the girl knew that it would never be the same. [break][break] The courier parked her bike against the cast-iron fence, remembering how many times she had done that as a child. At the outskirts of Chōji Town, she had been free to wander and frolic, returning to this isolated home to rest and begin anew. Maybe that was where the wanderlust emerged? Glancing up at the distant mountains, seeing the smiling faces of travelers–she had been exposed to so much, so young. [break][break] A door opens. Someone steps into the light of the late afternoon; a stranger. She wasn't surprised. [break][break] “I'm a courier. Got a few packages to deliver,” Jenna said as she walked up the steep incline. “A housewarming gift... and a letter.” It would have been customary to leave it in the mailbox, but that felt too impersonal. She wanted to exchange hands. Wanted to know the letter was in the right place. [break][break] It was the least she could do. [break][break] The person accepted the manila envelope from her hands. There was no return address. No name. “Anyone that I might know?” They asked. Jenna doesn't glance in their direction, doesn't bother to commit their face to memory. Her gaze lingered on the home, if only for a moment. This was their home, now. It wasn't hers. Not anymore. [break][break] “I don't think so. Just someone that wanted to say goodbye.” She twisted her head, knowing that the person would just stand there with the letter; confused. [break][break] With a wave, she went back to the bike. Back to the road. “Have a nice day!” Maybe, there would be more places to see. Maybe, she could find something to ease the ache. |
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Post by Ethan Frye on Jun 27, 2018 17:36:28 GMT -5
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“Hey Kiddo been awhile huh? [break][break]
I know you’re probably mad at me for not being there for your birthday, but I know your mother would have killed me if I went. I’m sure it upsets you to know that your dad and mom aren’t together anymore, but I think after everything that’s happen you’d understand right? Yeah you’ve always been a smart young girl. And whether it may be because she and I are no longer together, that your older brother probably hates me, but I have definitely been lonely without you around. I know you and your twin have had some fun adventures and it always brightened up my day hearing about them, I don’t know maybe you’d like to hear about what your old man been up to?[break][break]
Admittedly since that day two years ago now so much has changed. I’m sure you hate me for abandoning my old team, which in in self probably deserves an explanation huh? I don’t know if you have heard about them on your own journey with your sister but there have been those people calling themselves Team Virus going about. I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, heck so far no one knows of my involvement with them outside the rumors from my old job. Which sorry baby, you probably also heard I’m no longer a part of no doubt from your mother. Though here is the simple explanation, pokemon have become more violent, and by the looks of things this Team are the only ones who knows the reason behind it all. And after what happened I can’t help but feel this is where I should be working now, please don’t be upset with me. I have taken other’s pokemon in the name of this possible infection, held my gun at possible innocents to claim their pokemon for the possibility that they themselves possibly own an infected beast.[break][break]
Why would I tell you this though? Well… after what happened, now that you’re gone Jade I….”
[break] Ethan just couldn’t help but stare at the unfinished, tear stained letter he had in his hands as he stood in front of his daughter’s grave. He was smoking in any attempt to keep himself calm while being here, as Malik just laid beside her grave looking as sad as him. “Because I know you can’t tell anyone dear, but know I won’t let others fall victims of violent attacks like you have, and I hope that,” he looked down to the houndour, “I hope you don’t mind me borrowing Malik to help me with this task,” he finished before he brought his lighter out and burnt the letter to his daughter in his own way seeing it as a way to send it to her, and in addition getting rid of his admittance to being a member of the frowned on team. "Happy late birthday Jade" [attr="class","dngcomments"]
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Post by Vivian Valestein on Jun 28, 2018 3:52:08 GMT -5
DEAR MOTHER, Castelia City, Unova Yo.
I doubt you're even sober enough to read this. But, if you are, how's your newest boyfriend treating you? How much longer on this one? Alright, before you try and sell this piece of paper to get a few coins for your next fix, I guess I should get to the point.
Johto fucking sucks.
Before you start trying to call me to tell me 'I was right', don't bother - I won't pick up. What I mean is, I've never been to a place that has singlehandely made me wish I had hurled myself off that damned boat I took to get here. In the span of only a couple of months, I've nearly died way more times than necessary and have felt the urge to punch almost every single person I've come across. Hard.
People here are weird as fuck, and I swear its rubbing off on me. They're constantly challenging me - constantly growing stronger and putting me at odds end with the ideals I left Unova with. I'm not the same person I was when I left, and I'm still trying to find out if that's a good thing.
Don't get it twisted though - I don't regret my decision of leaving. As sucky as this place is, it's way better than being anywhere near you or home. For one, its nice not waking up to see your stupid face begging me to go buy you some more liquor or your newest idiot trying to flirt. Speaking of - has your taste improved, or do you still like disgusting, smelly, older men?
Oh, right, off topic. Anyway, there are a...handful of people I've met that are...alright, I guess. They're different from the people I care about back at home, but, better, I guess. In a way, they're making me find out shit about myself that I never bothered to see or notice.
Hell, I've..found someone that I care for way more than I'd like to. And, unlike you, the thought of fucking up a relationship that actually means something...I'm not sure how you manage to do it so easily. It...fucking terrifies me. Just know, I'm not like you - I don't have to sleep with someone to get their affection or to keep it, despite what you've often tried to tell me. And I'm honestly hoping he never has the chance to meet you because of that shitty way of thinking you have.
I'm sure even in Unova, you've heard of the stuff that's been going on here. Much to your disappointment, yes, I'm fine. Pissed, but, fine.
Have you ever been frustrated at how...worthless you were? I couldn't do a damn thing in that situation. After I made that big fiasco about leaving - about being the strongest...And then there I was. being played like a weakling. It sucks. And it fucking hurts. Enough to where I'm writing even to you about it, I guess.
But, if anything though, the fall of that stupid tower's only made me realize how much more I want to prove you and everyone else wrong. I'm not here like its some damn vacation or because I'm a stupid kid that ran away from home - I'm here to prove that I'm nothing like you. And I'm not coming back until I'm positive I've made that clear.
Next time you see me, it won't be because of some tragedy on the news - nah. It'll be because all the camera's want to see their newest league champion.
And that's not just some dream.
That's a promise. Your bastard of a child,
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Post by noelani palm on Jun 28, 2018 17:02:24 GMT -5
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WATER POURED SOFT from the silver faucet, a hand gripped to the white porcelain rim of the sink as Noelani rolled forward on her toes, leaning in toward her reflection in the mirror. Her finger rose to press to the line of her bottom lashes, pulling the lid down to inspect the whites of her eyes.[break][break]
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The light in the cheap hotel was dim, the wallpaper old and dull, its carpet bearing a stain here or there and its mattresses flat from years of passing travelers, but there was little more a student could do on a shoestring budget. In truth, the scientist didn't have a single complaint. It was the ache of her muscles that cried out.[break][break]
Palm dropped back on her heels as she pulled from the fog hazing her thoughts, her hands reaching to gather the water still rushing from the faucet into her palms, letting it until it spilled over the edges of her thumbs. She didn't seem to be moving any slower than usual, heavy lashes dropping slowly over the dry grain of her tired eyes, but her shoulders were heavy, and her legs felt numb and weak under her weight.[break][break]
Kitten must have sensed it. The Persian prowled up behind her soundlessly, tilting his head to brush his cheek along the backs of her legs as he stalked to guide the length of his body against the back of her knees, a gentle reminder that she wasn't alone. But she didn't notice. She was too busy staring into the light reflecting off the water in her hands, noting the cool rivers trickling down her fingers but failing entirely to enjoy them. Enjoyment hadn't crossed her mind once. Not for a while.[break][break]
Her body wilted itself forward without her instruction, bangs coming to rest against the mirror as her arms support her weight against the stable outcropping of the sink, Kitten slinking his way around to exit the tiny bathroom as his trainer failed to notice his efforts.[break][break]
Homework. Study. Training. Patient Zero and the virus. The sudden shift in the migration.[break][break]
Her head dropped further to rest its crown of dark green hari against the mirror. She felt nothing. Just time slipping away. Deadlines drawing to a close.[break][break]
What had she been doing since Madatsubomi tower?[break][break]
Her head rolled to press the skin of her forehead to the mirror, eyes staring into their own reflection intently.[break][break]
Everything.[break][break]
The muscle in her arm twitched with fatigue.[break][break]
She'd done everything she could to halt the progression of the virus. Starting with the training of her team.[break][break]
Magikarp was no longer Magikarp - and Dratini had earned her place as Dragonite. Kitten wasn't the 'innocent' Meowth she had met him to be. It had all changed since Madatsubomi, and it was no coincidence.[break][break]
But the nonstop training, the late night research and constant scouring of the internet wasn't hauling in the return that she needed.[break][break]
So what could she do in addition?[break][break]
The rush of water stopped as her hand moved to turn off the faucet.[break][break]
She didn't know.[break][break]
Maybe she'd start with a cool lemonade and a trip to the beach. If she overworked herself too much...[break][break]
Her vision blanked - eyes blinking against the black cast before them before miraculously regaining their sight. Everything was blurry. It was only when her vision fully returned, clear, that she realized she was still staring into her own peaceful green gaze, standing in the musty bathroom of an budget hotel.[break][break]
More sleep. That was the better option. Then she'd do something relaxing. For a change.[break][break]
She glanced to the clock hung up on the wall as she wobbled through the doorway. Her legs were cooperating worse than expected.[break][break]
How long...? Had she been staring into that reflection?[break][break]
She couldn't read the clock.
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Post by Vash Parker on Jun 29, 2018 9:36:02 GMT -5
Vash sat at his desk looking over the mounds of books and papers he had gathered. He had asked for a copy of his statement as well as the other rangers that had been there. He only got his though since it was an ongoing investigation. The rest were actually anything he could find on pokemon virus's. The image of that mindless pokemon standing on stage had been a haunting one. He didn't want his pokemon to end up the same way and part of him feared they would. Not because of Virus but because of him.
He was a ranger and the odds of them running into the virus out in the wild no doubt increased with each passing day. The fact it killed worried him but even more so is the thought of what he may do to keep his pokemon alive. He stared at the book laying on his desk scornfully as his mind wandered. It was too broad; the word virus it could mean anything from a cold to a deadly bug.
He could spend forever trying to figure out if it was known or not. He needed symptoms and even worse he needed to understand it. If there was no cure to be had coming up with one that didn't steal a pokemon's mind would take forever. He needs the data Team Virus has on this. The question was how to get it. He had no leads on where they were based at and no way to go in and get the information if he did. No doubt only the most trusted were allowed within whatever building they are hiding at.
Just everything was a problem. Vash closed his eyes fighting the onset of a hopeless migraine that threatened to make him slam all these books into a wall. There was no doubt in his mind he couldn't do this alone. He was trying so hard to find the answers but didn't have enough sway in the world to actually do anything. He needed to do something and yet it felt like he could do nothing. His knowledge lay with plants, not deadly virus's or villains wiping pokemon minds.
Tina lay on his bed watching her struggling trainer. The man has traveled far and wide looking for an answer he probably won't ever get. Dozens of library's and books; even the internet couldn't seem to satisfy him. He'd put the weight of the world on his shoulders by demanding of himself to find a cure. And for what reason?
Because he felt closest to pokemon. His family had always been too busy to pay attention to him. His brothers did their best to work under their father. His mother had put all her attention into his sister and he, he was left to his own devices. So he did the only thing he could. He turned to the pokemon that worked the orchard for guidance. From what Tina understood it was a trevenant that really raised him. The ghostly tree had been both guard dog and nurturer to the trees there.
That tree taught him how to recognize good from bad in the plants. It had been patient and kind towards him as he had grown. It taught him the importance of some bug pokemon and the way others would ruin the orchard. That trevenant is what made him decide to be a herbalist. To understand plants like only a grass pokemon could. He no doubt surpassed the trevenant's knowledge in using the plants for simple cures and wounds. Yet, he never seemed to be satisfied with himself.
If only Tina was wise like that old trevenant had been. The gnarled tree as she understood it died when he was seventeen. His wise old teacher gone and he is left struggling alone. No, not alone; though he tries to make it so. He also has his pokemon the ones who will never abandon him no matter what. Tina reached over releasing Zanu the only pokemon who could tell him what she is thinking. The sudden flash of his appearance making Vash turn back.
"She says you aren't alone," Zanu mentally relayed. "The answer may not lay with those books but no matter what we may find the answer together."
"I wish I could say I agree," Vash said rubbing his head. "I worry about it. All of you finding the answer with me. If any of you end up sick..." Vash let the sentence drop looking to Zanu. He knew his mind and could say nothing. Even if he reassured him or told him that they were willing to risk their lives he knew it would not ease his trainer's anxiety or pain.
"Maybe the answer lays with pokemon themselves,"Zanu responded. He rose a wing to stop Vash from speaking. "The legends have always been from the dawn of time. They know all and humans don't. The answer lays not in what we already know but in what we have yet to discover. The answer is out there in the world a solution to be provided when the time is right."
"You know I'm not into Arceism,"Vash said sighing.
"Maybe not, that doesn't mean it won't provide you with the answer. One does not need to believe in gods for them to exist and shape the world. Just be patient, the answer will show itself in time. Or do you not trust your wise psychic pokemon,"Zanu responded with a faint smile. Vash was just left nodding knowing he was in part right. It just didn't feel right to sit and do nothing. "Then don't do nothing. There are plenty of problems out there besides the virus. Keep busy and keep your mind off it."
"Alright alright," Vash said looking between him and Tina. His wise councel who always seemed to keep him in line. He shut the book and crawled into bed the xatu returning himself even as Tina curled up to her trainer.
"I'm sorry to have worried you," Vash said clicking off the light. The sound of her wings answering him as she settled into his arms. She was just content knowing her trainer cared so greatly for his pokemon to try so hard.
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Answering Prompt 3:
The fall of Madatsubomi Tower is still fresh in many of the victim's minds. Just how are you coping? What recent actions have you taken post event?
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Should I play the grieving girl, that my world has gone dark without you. I will sing no requiem.
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Post by Arceus on Jun 29, 2018 19:56:30 GMT -5
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[attr="class","Darlingquote1"]till two hearts
[attr="class","Darlingquote2"]BEAT TOGETHER
[attr="class","Darlingquote3"]wont you please call out my name
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Father,
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It's just as you said. Being a pokemon trainer is certainly no easy task. I have faced near death experiences, met and lost some friends, and even felt the sting of loss. I have poured my entire soul into something, only to have it thrown back at my face from an enigma of perfection.
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No, I am not giving up. I have wanted to; the desire to just come back home never fails to stop gripping at my heart like an incurable plague.
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My friends make it worth it though. Genbu, Honou, Hime, Kishi, Aoi too... and Usagi. They look up at me with their determined eyes, and I am enthralled by their devotion to prosper. I am finally understanding your bond father. Why you are a professor, and why you enjoy what you do the most.
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I can't fail them any further dad, which is why, after I send you this letter, I will be challenging the Kikyo City Gym. I know it will be a brutal battle unlike ive faced before, but its my first step towards my goal. I need to do this, to show them and not only myself that I am no longer weak.
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In that tower, I felt helpless, compared to all the other trainers that did everything they could just to keep people alive. I want that courage, and that bravery to step up and to face my fears. My pokemon have shown me its possible, and I intend to follow them and look towards the like.
[break][break]By the time this letter reaches you, perhaps I will have beaten the gym, or perhaps I will have lost. I am sure you will know even before I get a chance to send another.
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Give mother my best regards.
[break]Your daughter, Haruka.
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P.S. Be Wary of Team Virus.
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Post by Rajendra Singh on Jun 29, 2018 21:12:15 GMT -5
{  } , Johto region has been good to me. The people and pokemon have shown me nothing but warm welcomes, and it's beginning to feel like a new home. To my pokemon; I am sorry that I didn't bring you with me. I'll be sending over some special gifts for you all very soon. Toys, treats & all kinds of goodies. My new job is easier than anticipated, but I still expect it will open greater avenues for my career. I have yet to meet with any of the other Professors, but the media seems to enjoy me. I only hope I can find someone confident enough in me to invest in my latest research interests. Many believe there isn't much more to be learned from pokemon, but I've always begged to differ. There has been a crisis lately, something about a tower falling, as well as oddities in the weather. My gut is telling me that it was indeed a good time to come to the region... Anyways, I will be making a withdraw from the family account here shortly. It will be a considerable amount, but do not worry. I will be replacing it with installments soon enough. Simply put, I've taken an interest in the region's breeders, and wish to sponsor them; that they might expand upon the range of pokemon their hatchery boasts. There is something specific I have in mind, but it isn't something I need share with you so soon. If you're interested, mother and father, I will contact you again about it when the news is promising. Until then, please take care... Your firstborn, Rajendra. MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW |
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Should I play the grieving girl, that my world has gone dark without you. I will sing no requiem.
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Post by Arceus on Jul 2, 2018 15:43:49 GMT -5
Rewards are given to each participant so far. If any staff gives a bonus after the event closes, then there will be an update. impatient little shits |
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"hey, what's the best way to eat an apple..."
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Post by Zombie on Jul 2, 2018 17:26:55 GMT -5
[attr="class","nfbase"] [attr="class","nftop"] [attr="class","nficon"]  [attr="class","nfboxbase"] like a wasted zombie i stumble [attr="class","nfbox"]inside the city of kogane many gathered in such a crowded space to discuss of the recent news that showcased the fall of madatsubomi tower. many lost their loved ones, whereas some were in awe to have watched the released video of thomas machiavelli's speech. the city itself had been in an uproar ever since that unforgettable night. and where their anguish, cries, and screams were heard in the light it was that, at night, there were those who'd remained within a sound state after the occurrence. the monsters who could never be seen within the light of day remained at bay in the dead of night. zombie, with his usual nonchalant gaze, made his way into a bar. he was going to meet someone within that said the bar, the name of it was: delcatty's moonflower. it was a well-known nightly bar that was never seen open in the day, but rather at night. a place where many didn't want to be found. here a woman zombie was very-well acquainted with knew as to whom she were; whereas, others, only knew her at the songstress of the bar. earning herself the moniker " siren" by many throughout kogane. he came into have a discussion with her about the recent fall of madatsubomi tower. but first, he wanted to hear the maiden before him, standing atop of the stage, sing. [player]http://k003.kiwi6.com/hotlink/o3n4luqb98/Tokyo_Ghoulre_OST_-_Remembering_We_Meet_Again_Full_Theme_.mp3[/player] once the song was over. he'd stand to give her a round of applause. and as the songstress saw her favorite customer down below. he'd be gestured to meet her in the back. and without much hesitation, he'd finish his cold tea before setting off to see her privately. entering her dressing room, she was nowhere to be seen. while zombie awaiting for her, he'd begin to examine the pictures upon her backstage mirror. "heh," he chuckled. the pictures, too, giving way to memories he thought he'd forgotten. reaching his hand upon one specific picture in general, one that made even the cerulean color of his eyes glisten, he was startled by the sound of an opening door. turning his head quickly to lock eyes with the bar singer. he'd smile, softly, only to say, "yo, long time no s--" the female would then quickly embrace zombie without so much as a 'hello' or some formal greeting. he was startled, but unphased by her sudden burst of glee. "there, there, even a female dog sheds tears from time to time." the woman, quickly releasing him, began to bash him with a volley of fists. "don't think you're getting out of this one you walking freak of nature, shitstain, post-apocalyptic corpse; you p.a.c., that's what i'm gonna call you from now on! because that's how stupid you are, you post-apocalyptic corpse of a monster!" she exclaimed, stepping on his right foot the next with her heels. "ouch!" he yelped aloud. "stop--hitt--hey, hey, you're being a drag, y'know." zombie spoke shielding himself. "serenity!" he'd embrace the girl, his left palm resting upon the back of her head as he buried the female companion into his chest. "i'm sorry. can you just...just calm down? i'm right here aren't i?" the girl was in shock of having been embraced. tears building at the thought of zombie's having almost died within the tower. "my name's p.a.c. remember, i can't die. i'm a walking post-apocalyptic corpse. besides, who else do you know looks this good with scars, right?" he teased the woman. gripping his shirt she wouldn't let go. a single tear falling as she tried her best to hold it all back. "sadly, the mission wasn't all a failure, i'm sure you're aware of that much, right? i just got one-step closer to finding the truth." zombie, staring blissfully toward the door, fell in thought as he spoke aloud. "i'm sure this won't be the last risky thing i do. i'm practically a wanted criminal who casually walks around in broad daylight hoping not to get caught," zombie chuckled, "i'm so stupid, right?" he said. the girl remained quiet. only nodding her head in response. "someone has to play the bad guy anyway, and i can't ask you or the others, right?" another nod once more had been given. "and besides, the things that i've done have all been for others. being an outlaw comes with a price. even if it means you're doing it for those who cannot." a narrowed gaze soften as cerulean irises shook. "there's no such thing as good or bad, right or wrong...just doing. and i'm doing this for him." releasing the girl he'd begin to make way toward the exit. "i'm tired and i need to catch up on some sleep. say hi to nine and the others for me when you talk to them, 'kay? i hope they're having better luck in the other regions of finding him then we are." zombie said, yawning as he made his exit out of the room. during his leave he'd come to halt for a moment as his scars began to sear with an odd, burning sensation. staring at his skin for only a second, he wondered as to what exactly that was. 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Post by Arceus on Jul 2, 2018 17:39:13 GMT -5
take your stuff and go
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