Ugh, sorry about the wait. Been ill (thankfully it turned out to just be flu rather than Covid), but slowly getting better and catching up with RPs.
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STATUS: To those I RP with, I haven't dropped off of the face of the earth, just had a mental health crash but am recovering. Now to catch up on posting. 1 yr ago
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To those I RP with, I haven't dropped off of the face of the earth, just had a mental health crash but am recovering. Now to catch up on posting.
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The worst thing about mental illness is you have to look after yourself a disgusting amount. I know it's the only way to actually be in a fit state to look out for others, but it still feels wrong.
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A frazzled British thirtysomething cat mum with something of a tea addiction.
I like a wide range of RP genres, but have two absolute favourites: Pokemon and magical girls. (If someone manages to combine the two, I'll be VERY happy!) I post fairly regularly, but sometimes shit mental health days crop up - if that causes any delays, I'll try to resume posting ASAP.
I like a wide range of RP genres, but have two absolute favourites: Pokemon and magical girls. (If someone manages to combine the two, I'll be VERY happy!) I post fairly regularly, but sometimes shit mental health days crop up - if that causes any delays, I'll try to resume posting ASAP.
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Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey
Jess fought back a sigh. She wasn't going to win against Reginald, but wouldn't give him the satisfaction of confirming he had the upper hand. She and Roxy would have to get through it for now, but maybe once the bond grew stronger, once it worked over longer distances, the anchor wouldn't have to be so involved.
Then again, that left two issues. One, Reginald would do his utmost to keep his daughter involved. Two, Roxy would keep trying to protect her. No matter what her father said, the anchor was anything but selfish.
Resigned to the task at hand, Jess listened. So the leak was a legitimate concern that did need to be dealt with, and she had a pretty good idea which of the men was behind it. Judging by the confusion, though, there had to be more to the story. She wasn't about to go condemning people on limited evidence. With a deep breath, she looked directly at the older man. Reginald and Maxwell would already know he was the culprit, because of how her attention had shifted to him a moment ago, but she had another question.
"How exactly did it happen?"
Tournaments. The word stuck in the back of Antoinetta's mind. She tried not to squirm in her seat - the other students would have way more experience. That and, although Mellona could pull off some impressive combos, the little bee was more of a dancer than a battler. Wafting Sweet Scent around with Gust while doing a figure-of-eight dance wouldn't help in a fight. For all the school's various programs, was there a bias towards battle here?
Before Netty could dwell on it, the teacher spoke up, introducing herself and her Pokemon. Netty leaned forward. The Bronzong, she'd have recognised even if not for Caprea's announcement. A few trainers in Eterna had Bronzongs, since wild Bronzors could be found outside the city. The Tropius, though... She looked up in fascination at the huge, winged, fruit-bearing Grass type she hadn't seen before. Despite her love of Bug types, her curiosity wasn't limited to them.
When Caprea allowed the class to let out their own Pokemon, Netty opened Mellona's Pokeball right away. The Combee flitted around the room, then to the play area. "There you go, just try not to buzz too loud," Netty said, following her, positioning two small cushions on the floor. "If it causes issues, how's this for a rest spot?" Mellona lowered herself into the gap, her upper heads' undersides resting against the cushions, her three smiles giving Netty the answer. The buzzing wasn't likely to cause problems anyway; Mel slowly rose to look around and play, the soft hum of her wings no louder than Rocky's scampering paws. Even so, best for her to have that option.
Netty returned to her seat, nerves tightening at the mention of the ice breaker. Speaking in public seemed to be her natural strength, but only because she made it appear that way, to hide what a wreck it turned her into every time. She could relate to Tim as he stammered his statements, barely able to look at the class. Student after student went up, and Netty wanted to guess the lies, but the words wouldn't leave her throat. Some of these people had so many achievements under their belts already. How could she possibly compete?
Troy turned out to be one such trainer. Something about the way he issued his matter-of-fact yet witty statements seemed like a combat strategy set in motion. For all his inscrutability, he gave the impression of having more fun toying with the class than he let on. This assignment, after all, was meant to be fun, although Netty found it nothing but nerve-wracking.
Her stomach flip-flopped when Caprea called her name. For a second, she sat frozen in place. Fake it till you make it, she urged herself, standing and sashaying forward. Wasn't that the point of this exercise anyway? She shouldn't be worried. Putting up an act, pretending to be more glamorous and interesting than she was... That was what she did best.
She stood tall in front of the crowd, just like Fantina or her other favourite coordinators would. "Hey everyone, my name is Antoinetta," she announced, smiling as if for a video camera. "First of all, I took a vacation in Kalos once, Hotel Richissime in Lumiose City no less. Second, I got into PMA by showcasing a contest move. And third, I was president of the theater club in middle school. So, can you tell the facts from the fiction?"
Ok, she hadn't stuck to the prompt exactly. Of her three statements, two were lies. As the crowd guessed the one about the famous hotel, however, that made it look like she had indeed led the theater club, when in truth she'd never even joined it. She'd been much too withdrawn and insecure, and no way had she wanted to be around her bullying classmates longer than necessary, but this class would now think she was born for the stage.
"Correct, I haven't visited Lumiose yet, although I plan to some day!" She headed back to her seat, with a discreet sigh of relief. It was done, and that little tall tale could help kick-start her coordinator career.
As long as nobody asked any awkward questions, that was.
@Zanavy Yep, feel free to catch that Litleo!
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"Freya!" Spurred on by adrenaline, Aubrey clambered forward, but the damage was done. A dark red cloud billowed in the water around Freya, while the goblin... She wasn't imagining it. Its wounds from earlier began to close up, its grin even revealing the two teeth it had lost earlier starting to grow back. "Shit... Guys! Do something!" Flailing at the creature, Aubrey stared wildly at the rest of the group, the newcomer in particular, who let loose an arrow.
Aubrey stumbled back. A split second later, a yelp went up, followed by a splash as the goblin toppled. Frog-like eyes bulging, it clawed at the sharp branch jutting from its side. In a flash, the little girl was upon it, jabbing a knife into its back. It screeched again, its legs going slack, which allowed the girl to drag it off of Freya as easily as she would a rag doll. Aubrey watched, open-mouthed, as the child drove the knife into it again and again until its mangled body stopped twitching. For all her gratitude, the sheer ferocity of this girl startled her - it was clear she must have had to do this before. Many times before.
Panting, she crawled away from the unmoving form, towards Freya and the forest child. "Three. Three of them," she gasped. "Well, two now, hopefully... Another of those frog freaks, and a shapeshifting water horse." She cast a glance towards the entrance, and frowned.
The entrance was gone. Aubrey found herself facing a rocky wall, as if the tunnel had never been there. "Ugh, can't even the geography be simple around here?" she groaned. "Everyone?" Wet hair whipped her face as she glanced from side to side. Once she saw the group hadn't been separated, she sighed in relief. Well, at least that solved the issue of the pursuers, but presented another slight issue. A cave that kept changing would be just a tad difficult to navigate.
First things first, she told herself. The relative safety made now as good a time as any to treat the injured. Rising to her feet, she stumbled towards Freya. "Brenton, quick!"
Through the panic-induced exhaustion, Brenton staggered forward, but the girl sprang into action right away. He gaped at the flurry of jabs - ok, this girl had to have been here a while, and been through some messed up shit, to fight like that. "Remind me never to get on your bad side," he said with a weak smile. "Let's go, before anything else gets through."
As Aubrey furrowed her brow at the entrance - or rather, what had once been the entrance - it became clear nothing else was going to get through. Which possibly included them. Brenton's mouth went dry, terror resurging. "W-well, not like we wanted to backtrack anyway," he said, voice shaking as he scanned around desperately for any hint of an exit. Tunnels stretched ahead of them, some of which he could have sworn weren't there earlier, but there was no telling where they'd lead.
Not that now was the time to let panic get to him. Hand pressed to his ribs, he put away the pocket knife and headed over to Freya. With a grunt, he crouched and took out the medical kit. "It's ok, it's gonna be ok," he said, hands clammy and trembling despite his words, making him fumble with the disposable gloves and gauze. So very comforting, he scolded himself as he pressed the gauze to the wound. "You'll be alright, and we've got to find a way out soon enough..."
He turned to the wild girl. "Thanks there. I take it you know the way out, right...?"
The group wouldn't have had to worry about their pursuers anyway.
Outside of the cave, the lake's surface rippled as the kelpie retreated, casting a pale-eyed glare behind him before diving down. Several feet away, the second goblin lay sprawled and motionless in the grass, its throat a wreckage of gouges.
A figure hunched over it, clawed fingers dripping blood, fur matted with his own. With a pained growl, the creature limped towards the cave. His eyes narrowed. He'd lost them. It was a veritable maze in there, space twisting and turning on itself, but he'd have to find his way around enough to get to them, before anyone else did.
His form shimmering and shrinking, he scurried into the cave, along the ever-shifting routes while keeping alert for the true path through the complex.
The teens, several chambers away, wouldn't know yet, but either someone was looking out for them, or they had another enemy on their trail.
Aubrey Hughes
"Freya!" Spurred on by adrenaline, Aubrey clambered forward, but the damage was done. A dark red cloud billowed in the water around Freya, while the goblin... She wasn't imagining it. Its wounds from earlier began to close up, its grin even revealing the two teeth it had lost earlier starting to grow back. "Shit... Guys! Do something!" Flailing at the creature, Aubrey stared wildly at the rest of the group, the newcomer in particular, who let loose an arrow.
Aubrey stumbled back. A split second later, a yelp went up, followed by a splash as the goblin toppled. Frog-like eyes bulging, it clawed at the sharp branch jutting from its side. In a flash, the little girl was upon it, jabbing a knife into its back. It screeched again, its legs going slack, which allowed the girl to drag it off of Freya as easily as she would a rag doll. Aubrey watched, open-mouthed, as the child drove the knife into it again and again until its mangled body stopped twitching. For all her gratitude, the sheer ferocity of this girl startled her - it was clear she must have had to do this before. Many times before.
Panting, she crawled away from the unmoving form, towards Freya and the forest child. "Three. Three of them," she gasped. "Well, two now, hopefully... Another of those frog freaks, and a shapeshifting water horse." She cast a glance towards the entrance, and frowned.
The entrance was gone. Aubrey found herself facing a rocky wall, as if the tunnel had never been there. "Ugh, can't even the geography be simple around here?" she groaned. "Everyone?" Wet hair whipped her face as she glanced from side to side. Once she saw the group hadn't been separated, she sighed in relief. Well, at least that solved the issue of the pursuers, but presented another slight issue. A cave that kept changing would be just a tad difficult to navigate.
First things first, she told herself. The relative safety made now as good a time as any to treat the injured. Rising to her feet, she stumbled towards Freya. "Brenton, quick!"
Brenton Ackerley
Through the panic-induced exhaustion, Brenton staggered forward, but the girl sprang into action right away. He gaped at the flurry of jabs - ok, this girl had to have been here a while, and been through some messed up shit, to fight like that. "Remind me never to get on your bad side," he said with a weak smile. "Let's go, before anything else gets through."
As Aubrey furrowed her brow at the entrance - or rather, what had once been the entrance - it became clear nothing else was going to get through. Which possibly included them. Brenton's mouth went dry, terror resurging. "W-well, not like we wanted to backtrack anyway," he said, voice shaking as he scanned around desperately for any hint of an exit. Tunnels stretched ahead of them, some of which he could have sworn weren't there earlier, but there was no telling where they'd lead.
Not that now was the time to let panic get to him. Hand pressed to his ribs, he put away the pocket knife and headed over to Freya. With a grunt, he crouched and took out the medical kit. "It's ok, it's gonna be ok," he said, hands clammy and trembling despite his words, making him fumble with the disposable gloves and gauze. So very comforting, he scolded himself as he pressed the gauze to the wound. "You'll be alright, and we've got to find a way out soon enough..."
He turned to the wild girl. "Thanks there. I take it you know the way out, right...?"
The group wouldn't have had to worry about their pursuers anyway.
Outside of the cave, the lake's surface rippled as the kelpie retreated, casting a pale-eyed glare behind him before diving down. Several feet away, the second goblin lay sprawled and motionless in the grass, its throat a wreckage of gouges.
A figure hunched over it, clawed fingers dripping blood, fur matted with his own. With a pained growl, the creature limped towards the cave. His eyes narrowed. He'd lost them. It was a veritable maze in there, space twisting and turning on itself, but he'd have to find his way around enough to get to them, before anyone else did.
His form shimmering and shrinking, he scurried into the cave, along the ever-shifting routes while keeping alert for the true path through the complex.
The teens, several chambers away, wouldn't know yet, but either someone was looking out for them, or they had another enemy on their trail.
Ugh, been overwhelmed with stuff lately, but am catching up with RPs. Going to have a post up within the next 24 hours!
Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey
"I know Roxy has to be here," Jess replied. "But please, she doesn't have to be involved with the business. I'm the one you want for that." It wouldn't work, but she had to say something, just so Roxy would know she had someone on her side.
When Maxwell spoke, his words hit harder than they should have. Leaked information. Of course, that sudden cold surge wasn't her own fear, but that of the two men. On reflex, her eyes flicked to the main source of it, the man who straightened his back. If confidential information was getting out, didn't she have a duty to say? What if it was personal customer or employee data? Then again, what if it was about shady goings on, and this man was in the right? And she had a duty to protect Roxy.
In any case, she'd made it obvious. With her lips pressed together, her shoulders raised, and her eyes on the man, Reginald and Maxwell would put two and two together. Through her tight throat, she spoke up. "Ok, what happened? What kind of information was it?" she asked. Through the panic, she'd picked up on something else - confusion. A hint that the man wasn't entirely at fault.
Rose half expected Archer to run in and stop her, but thankfully, she remained alone in the ramshackle room. Her footsteps echoed against the cracked floorboards as she approached the stairwell, wrinkling her nose from the stink of mold. She faltered as, through the dust motes, she saw a graffiti symbol that looked oddly fresh amidst the decay. A symbol everyone knew as that of Amalgam.
Despite the heat of sunlight through windows, an empty laugh from upstairs chilled Rose to the bone. It sounded nothing like the joyous chuckle she knew. It wasn't him, her instincts warned her, it had to be a trick... But even if it was, it was a Ravel related one, and she had to get to the bottom of it.
With a stiff shoulder, an eye she could barely open, a weapon requiring training she didn't have, and no allies around. Yeah. Those odds weren't exactly looking great.
Nonetheless, she drew Thorn and headed up the stairs, heart creeping higher into her throat with each step. A hallway stretched out before her, lined with doors, some closed, others hanging off of their hinges. "Jay?" she called, inching down the hall, peering into room after room. "Where are you, and what's going on?" If he was here, involved in any way, she wasn't going to let him down again. The open doors, however, revealed nothing but dust and disintegrating furniture. Rose tried one of the closed doors, but it wouldn't budge.
She gasped, head whipping around, as a voice broke the silence. A voice from behind a wall, a gap between two doors.
"I'm not sure where I am....Vern?....Where are you?"
A shaky laugh spilled from her as she sprinted over. It was him. He'd called her Vern, not that stuffy full name Laverna. "Oh, Jay, what happened? How did you get here? How did you..." Her voice cracked. "Fuck, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I wasn't there." She looked into one of the rooms flanking the patch of wall, breath catching - she still couldn't know what to expect - only to see nobody in there. A glance into the other room revealed the same.
"O-ok, ok..." She took a deep breath, studying the wall, tracing her fingers along it in case this was some kind of weird illusion. "What can you see in there? And who brought you here?" The questions poured forth, one after the other, as she struggled to make sense of the situation.
Troy's brusque reply earned a little frown from Antoinetta, but she didn't press. Was he worried his starter would get him laughed at? Or was he simply not in the mood to socialise? She couldn't blame him after the earlier fiasco. She strode alongside him into the Academic Wing, not that striding was easy when she had to stay on tiptoes to keep her balance.
She tensed as she spotted two students standing outside class 2-A, looking right at the group as if they'd been waiting. The girl's smile, however, held no malice, only friendliness. Head up high, Netty returned the grin. "Hey, I'm Antoinetta, as you'll know." Not just from the name badge, but from her introduction earlier, which surely would have made quite the impression if only Zaria had been looking where she was going.
At Evey's mention of the incident, Netty hid the flare of embarrassment behind a laugh. "Pffff, as if I'd let something like that get to me," she replied. "And nobody's gonna be making fun of us later down the line." Here, at least, was one exception to those jerks by the look of it. Masaru, though... Netty wasn't sure what to make of him. Much like Troy, his quietness and neutral expression made him difficult to read. As soon as he mentioned battles, Netty bristled again, ribs tightening. The challenge she'd issued, it seemed, was swiftly coming back to haunt them.
She hadn't expected Evey's response to set off even more alarm bells. Just like that, the prefect's smiles-and-sunshine demeanour had given way to a rather less pleasant one, then switched back as if nothing had happened. Netty shuffled back a step. Something about Evey reminded her of those fake friends who turned against people when their guard was down.
"Yeah, we'd better get to class," Netty answered, backing up Troy and Zaria. "Got to make sure everything goes smoothly from now on, after all. So, later!" Some chance of that, she thought, holding out a Pokeball to Mellona. "Hey Mel, time to come back now, but we can look around after classes." The Combee fluttered over, letting her trainer pet her once more, then disappeared into the capsule.
With that, Antoinetta marched into the classroom after Zaria, wasting no time in taking a seat.
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