Loksfjoer

A Trainers Ambition [SporkoBug and Calle]

Michael stood still as he was being circled by Doral. Fashionable? It wasn't a word he'd use to describe himself, but he wouldn't disagree with it. Maybe he had a decent taste of fashion? Suddenly something slammed into the back of his knees; his knees buckled and he fell forward.
Sitting on his hands and knees, Michael looked back to see what had happened when he noticed a Pokémon. He got up and brushed off his hands.
"Are you okay?" he asked.

Bear looked at Bia as she mentioned he might find a sparring partner. When the Croagunk appeared he jumped up. "You! Let's battle!"
Merlin rolled his head and then shook it.

"H-H-Ho-oh?" Lytse squeaked as he cowered. "Talk to Ho-oh himself. N-no thanks..." He did not feel ready to talk to a legendary Pokémon. Maybe if Michael was with him. Or maybe he could get Andy to do it.
Merlin tilted his head at the cowering Cyndaquil. "I'll remind him," he said and he flew away.

"I understand," Nethan said, nodding slowly. "Being stuck in a cave all day isn't exciting, and having no choice in the matter would frustrate me too. But Arceus knows what he is doing, I'm sure of that." He gave him a small pat on the shoulder. "Let's get something to drink, don't be a loner at this party."

"A pleasure," Mindy said. "I'm Mindy, human. You probably saw plenty of my kind in your life." She laughed a little, moving to grab a drink from the table. This was awesome, and Storm seemed nice. They were all nice so far and she felt welcome here, amongs all these humna-looking legendaries.

Andy chuckled. "I have no doubt you would have made this party even more special."
"Blue ones, of course," Ilios said as he joined them. "This party doesn't have enough blue decorations."
"Blue is a beautiful colour," Andy agreed, winking at Frosiien.

Merlin joined them as well and nodded a polite greeting to the three legendary Pokémon in human form. "Remember that theory you formed about Ho-oh and the Rainbow Cyndaquil?" he asked, but he flew away before Andy could comment on that. All he had wanted to do was to plant the seed and maybe he'd ask Ho-oh and maybe he wouldn't.

Nobody Will Believe It [SporkoBug and Calle]

"I'm not convinced they work," Benjamin admitted, although he appreciated the thought. "Especially when they are made by people who don't know how they are supposed to work. If it's made by someone with spiritual knowledge they mightwork, but I couldn't create one even if I knew the technique of making one."

He looked up when he noticed Sara entered the mess hall. For the first time since he had met her, she looked more like a patient than a staff-member. And judging by the whispers and glances of some of the nurses, they too saw her as a patient who was allowed to help out the staff.

Benjamin returned the wave and beckoned her to join them. While he was done eating, she might appreciate some company while she had her breakfast.

RPGC #31 – Amnesia (prompt, discussion and feedback )

Two weeks until the deadline!
No entries yet, and for those who haven't started and wonder if there is enough time: there is. There was a contest in which everyone wrote stories in just 12 days for every round of the contest.

Nobody Will Believe It [SporkoBug and Calle]

At least it made Ray smile, that was a good thing. And granted, it was a good dream. He too had smiled when he thought back to his dream and the absurdity of it.

"Yes, no nightmares about this place yet," Benjamin replied. "But give it a few days, I'm sure they will start" He sighed and scratched his head. "The first night here I did have a bad dream in which I got dragged into darkness by something while my parents watched, which obviously was a reflection of how betrayed I felt for them not doing anything to keep me out of this place."

RPGC #31 – Amnesia (prompt, discussion and feedback )

Was... I supposed to do something here? I can't remember

Revival of the Dragon Riders

When Trevor entered the house he glanced around to take in where everything was and where the exits were. He narrowed his eyes at Tristan's hand under the table, but he knew he would do the same thing when strangers would come into his house. Even the curt tone reminded him of himself. At first impression, he appreciated this man. He was careful and could defend himself when needed.

He sighed when the girl came in crying about dragons. Of course, maybe Noble's beast had been able to hide fairly well, but not the big old dragon.
"I've killed a dragon before," Trevor told the girl. "Don't worry about the dragon outside; it's old and weak and I can kill it with ease if it turns out to be a threat."

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Mikhal glanced around the meadow - it seemed like a good campsite and there was water. Granted, it was under the surface, but if they really needed it he was sure Meria could get it for them. For now he still had his waterskin. He put his bag and the lute he carried under his cloak on his back on the ground and started collecting twigs and branches so they could get a fire going.

Linda flew into the meadow with her small arms full of yellow berries that were similar to the kind of berries growing on a Rowan tree.
"We make this into a paste with some flowers. Be right back!" And off she flew again to collect more ingredients for treating Mercury's paw.

Meanwhile Meria walked around the meadow with the small water dragon in her arms. She smiled watching Terasivas scurry around.
"If there is no surface water here, I can bring some to the surface if someone needs it," she said as she looked at her companions.

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Fiona watched the two dragons play with an amused look on her snout. It was nice to see them have fun.

"It's good to see one of the Order alive," Rachel said. "Have you seen any of the others?
At least the base wasn't compromised - she had feared this place would be swarming with soldiers of the king, but that wasn't the case. Still, it was quiet here. Much more than she was used to. Had the others survived?

Paranormal Activities [SporkoBug and Calle]

Mitch assessed the rifle as he listened to the information and he put it on the table next to him as he listened to the explanation of the handgun. This time he showed more interest.
"That rifle," he said, gesturing to the gun he had put aside, "that weapon won't do. It is unpredictable and I can't use unpredictable weapons. If a weapon has a chance to turn something into a threat, it's a terrible weapon to use. Find a way to sterilize the moss and I'm interested. My suggestion is to destroy the rounds you have now if there is no way to test for contamination." He gestured to the handgun Dante was holding. "Now that does sound like a good weapon. But those gems are dangerous, aren't they? Mike told me about them. What is the risk for a human wielder?"

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"If you want to swim you'll have to stay in the tank," the agent growled. "The room, as I was told is 3 by 5 metres, and 3 metres up. The pool is 2 by 3 and 1,5m deep; you'll have to climb up some stairs to get on to the platform and into the pool. The rest of it is a room with a climbing frame and a swing at one end, and a bed, a small table and a chair on the other. It's a take it or leave it deal."

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"Ma'am," one of the staff said and Lily joined him. She watched Steph watch herself in the mirror and her fingers trailed longingly over the glass. "You are my special prize, aren't you? Oh, we will have fun~" She turned to the man next to her. "Do we know where her object of desire is?"
"Going to the cinema with a friend, ma'am."
"Good, keep an eye on him."
She looked at Steph a final time and stepped away to observe Gaia for a bit, who didn't seem interested in leaving her room just yet. Another prize she would have fun with. And her darling Rose was already moving to the next floor - what a compliant girl. How terrific.

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Benjamin and Mike entered the movie theatre and bought tickets for something that was advertised as a historic drama. It was the best option there, the others were a romantic comedy which neither of them was really interested in, a sci-fi monster-hunting story and a story about a haunted house. They practically lived sci-fi monster-hunting and Benjamin never felt pleased about the displaying of ghosts and ghostly activities in movies - it wasn't accurate at all.
"Popcorn?" Mike suggested.
"Sure, we still have 20 minutes before the movie starts."
So they stood in the line of the popcorn stall and talked about the last time each had been at a place like this.

Nobody Will Believe It [SporkoBug and Calle]

Benjamin thought back to his night and the dreams he had. There was only one that had lingered long enough in his mind to recall. And he began to tell it:

"I was cooking in a kitchen - in my dream it felt like my kitchen, but it was really modern and bright and we don't have a kitchen like that at home - and I was making a stew. For some reason I was adamant it needed strawberries and we didn't have strawberries, so I asked my sister to get some. She came back with blueberries and I send her away for strawberries again, and then she came back with blackberries. And the third time she had raspberries. And then I found some strawberries in the oven - I don't know how they got there - and put those in the stew."

He finished the last of his tea. "Now that I'm awake it sounds absolutely disgusting to put strawberries in a stew," he laughed a bit and shrugged, "but in my dream it seemed to make sense."

A Trainers Ambition [SporkoBug and Calle]

Small talk was hard and coming up with mutual interests with a legendary Pokémon was equally difficult. Still, Michael tried. "And you have your guardian to keep you company as well, right?" He had always thought the life of a legendary Pokémon was lonely, but that was before he learned each had a Pokémon companion with them. "Which ones is yours?" he asked as he glanced over the many Guardians.

Bear plopped down on the ground. "I have nothing to dooooooo," he groaned. "I thought this party would be exciting, with maybe some battles or games. But everyone is just talking..." He lay down and looked at the stars above. My life-force is draining..."
"Quit being so melodramatic," Merlin scolded him when he landed next to him. "This is the perfect opportunity to show off your intellectual skills and have a decent conversation with someone."
Bear huffed and gestured the Noctowl had to leave. "Let me die in peace."

The Cyndaquil watched Bear being melodramatic about the boredom before turning his head to Bia. "Rainbow Cyndaquil, yes. That's what I am. It's a mutation of sorts, I think. It's triggered by something external, but Andy believes it is in part genetic. That every Cyndaquil potentially can change, but many never trigger the change, because they don't know about it or don't want to. And he also thinks Ho-oh might have been involved with it, since rainbows are also his thing, but that has always been an unprovable theory."

Netherlu gently nodded and made an agreeing sound. "It depends on the human, probably. And Pokémon are the same; some are accepting of those who look different, others cast them out." He rose to his feet as he pushed the chair back. "But I'm going to eat, I am famished."

Nethan nodded slowly as he examined the new Mewtwo. "I see," he said and he faced Gavin once more. "And? Are you planning on staying in your human form and travel around, or do you want to go back to your spot?"

"This pastry is amazing," Mindy commented as she ate, listening to Xanpher. "And that is really interesting."
She moved to take a second pastry, because why not? She walked through the country most of the days, she could handle a day of eating nothing but pastries if she wanted to.

Andy walked with Frosiien towards Latias. "That may be true," he told her, "but I can't use anything they will tell me for my research without having any observational evidence to support it, because no-one will believe it without that."
As they walked he took a moment to see where his team was; Kim had brought some food to the Lapras and Onix of Mindy, Benny was flying around being a happy little Butterfree he always was, and Bear seemed to have given up on doing anything. Nothing new there.

Paranormal Activities [SporkoBug and Calle]

Mitch examined the weapon in his hands; it resembled a rifle. Was this the famous flesh-eating gun? It was disappointing to hear it didn't exactly do that. Covered in moss sounded rather tame, but he supposed it would have its use. Well, acidic moss, so depending on the actual acidity it probably wouldn't be a great experience for the one covered by it.
"And what do those spores do?" he asked.
He didn't like to gamble and those spores sounded like something he wouldn't have control over. And Lydral had been enthusiastic about this? He wasn't swept off his feet just yet.

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An agent walked to the tank and tapped on the glass. "Kid, you got what you wanted. A room on the 4th floor."
He didn't seem enthusiastic about being there, but it was his job now.

Meanwhile, Lily returned to the scientific area of the 4th floor and made a round, watching through the windows. "How are my darlings doing?" she asked and then listened to the reports of the scientists who had been tasked with observing them.
"Bring some cake to their recreational area," she said. "I asked the kitchen to bake a large chocolate cake. Go fetch it and bring it there."
One of her underlings left to do what was told and Lily went to a speaker. She pushed the button and brought her lips closer to the microphone.
"Oh darlings," her voice sounded through the speaker. "In ten minutes there will be cake for you in the recreational area in the floor above yours. Enjoy~"