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A Post-apocalyptic Pokémon Mystery Dungeon Adventure!

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What’s your favorite Pokémon and why?

Word association Game!

@dryden

Avalia

T I M E : A F T E R N O O N
L O C A T I O N : D U G M A G H O R D
I N T E R A C T I O N S :
T A G S : @Princess, @Alivefalling, @FunnyGuy, @Potter , @Helo , @Baraquiel , @13org , @hide on mana
E Q U I P M E N T :

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T E E T H C L E A N S E R , A R M P I T F R A G R A N C E , W A T E R F L A S K , W A Y F I N D E R , T R A N S M I S S I O N B R A C E L E T , B A T H I N G S U I T , C A R B U N C L E , S M A L L R E D P O T I O N , S M A L L B L U E P O T I O N , M E D I U M R E D P O T I O N , M E D I U M B L U E P O T I O N , L A R G E R E D P O T I O N , L A R G E B L U E P O T I O N , P U R P L E P O T I O N , Y E L L O W P O T I O N , P I N K P O T I O N , B L A C K P O T I O N , G R E E N P O T I O N

The next four months went by carefully, and when Aurora contemplated it, she felt that parts had gone by quickly and other parts had gone by slowly. She had learned a lot about humans during this training period. These four months would be an integral part of the human’s experience during their small life span, and she was enjoying their personalities take shape around the training. She noted that they grew much stronger, not just in their glows but the worth of character, as well. She wished her father could have been here to have this same experience. He had taught her as much as he could during his long life, but ultimately, he had not been able to teach her everything. Aurora fully intended to make do with her recordings and publish her gained knowledge for future generations.

One particular thing she noted was little things effected humans to a greatness that surpassed the impression of elves. It was not that elves did not express tenderness towards the fine lines, but they seemed to be more resistant and often times more already inwardly understanding of them. These small things shaped the humans. They made impressionable prints on the humans (especially in this world). But, as impressionable as humans were, the mold that was made from these small experiences or impressions, almost always resulted in their inner glow becoming more beautiful, even if the experience was negative. Upon that note, she noticed the smaller details of Caelan and Sophie’s growth warming to each other’s. It seemed to carry a similar color as that of Nuallan and Princess Rosaria, but the human’s seemed more fragile.

One human specifically noted by Aurora was Slick. He seemed more reliable than the other humans. In fact, he had an internal desire to accompany her on her varied tasks and missions during the four months. He managed to find out a few things about her personal life, a surprise to her since she had long ago taken an oath with the gods and goddesses, to live her life for them and not herself, which inclined her not to speak about herself — an act that always put other’s stories before her own. It allowed her the opportunity to help carry other’s burdens without them worrying about carrying hers, as well. Of course, Slick reminded her of her brother, always wanting to help her, in any way possible. She found herself accidentally relaying this to him.

After Aurora began showing herself to be a decent advisor, her father was determined to shape her into a helpful being, not in need of others. Her brother had always been reluctant to let her go, but under their father’s wisdom, he eventually did and rarely checked on her. For this reason, the light elf was abundantly comfortable doing things by herself, After her father’s eternal sleep, Aurora was more alone then ever. However, this never became a dilemma for her. Her habit of doing things in solitary, allowed her to walk not in the council of mortal beings but in light of the gods’ everlasting presence, just as she had promised. Of course, she only relayed that she had an older brother who used to mind her when she was younger and that he is now a soldier.

Under the accompaniment of Slick, it occurred to Aurora that her independence may have cause to give her less compassion when dealing with creatures who were more readily dependent for social interaction. She was more trained to give advice than a hug, having been taught to keep her feelings and emotions at a distant, lest her vision become jaded. Thus, she found herself a companion, a carbuncle she named Mela. Under Aurora’s care, Mela served as a comforting and cunning familiar to open the elf’s world little by little.

Leaf was also an interesting creature, who she noticed to be a loyal and determined being, if not mischievous like Slick. She could not help but be inclined to find him as a leader for showing strength of will. Aurora believed that the power of will would take a significant part of winning this war. She took this knowledge from the old age wisdom that good will always triumph over evil, in the end. Just like the sun shines every day, despite the night coming so quickly in the evenings, the daylight never ceased to shed its magnificent rays. (For this reason, Aurora purchased Sophie an umbrella to shield her delicate skin from the Dugmaghord sun.)

Mela was sitting on Aurora’s lap. She was curled into the small of the elf’s white cloak. She was sleeping under the desert sun and whatever was available of shade from the house. Aurora was gently petting the softness of Mela’s ear and quietly humming a chant that her mother had taught her as a child. It was in praise of Novildir, and at the time, when her mother had taught her this chant, she had laughed at it. Orcs had such a different ear for music. She remembers how much her mother scolded her to never laugh at such antiquity. The memory returned to her as she hummed, but just as quickly as it came, it went. Some memories were not for lingering too long, and this appeared to be one of them. Her humming paused her humming when Slick spoke, but quickly went back to meditating after some several seconds of listening to him.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

L A D Y T H E A & P R I N C E F E L I X

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The world had just stopped spinning and Thea was beginning to calm some, close to drifting off into blissful sleep, when the light was turned on and she jumped a little. A voice hit her ears and she was filled with excitement and dread all at the same time. His words registered with her and that sadness came crashing into her once again as she let out a mirthless laugh. ”I ought not be here, I don’t belong at the ball, my mother barely wants to look at me. It seems I’m unwanted by all…” She said as she threw her arms up, then let them fall beside her. ”I suppose that’s not entirely true.” She slowly began sitting herself up, realizing her face felt incredibly numb. ”My father wanted me. Oh, he LOVED me.” She found an odd spot on the floor and focused in on it, thoughtlessly speaking as she did so. ”Yes, see, he loved me more than he should have.” She let out a giggle, but there was something dark and concerning about that giggle.

The prince carefully watched as she trickled information from her drunken lips. It was a toxic conversation, now lingering between them. The words danced around in the shadows of the room, like a secret aftermath of the party, to which he was only being forced to join.

”But shhh, I’m not supposed to tell anyone. Otherwise Leo will be next.” She said as she pressed a finger to her lips, still staring at that spot as tears slipped down her face now and hit the skirt of her nightgown.

Again, she was making a plea for his help to save her dear brother. “If you are not supposed to be telling anyone, then you ought not to be getting so inebriated,” he spoke while moving closer to her. His own shadow casting its lots through the bedroom.

During his youth, he occasionally pondered his future wife. He had imagined someone like Beatrice. She would be well-trained. Her fingers would be light as they made their touches. She would stand and sit perfectly erect with her head held high. Her grace would be like a silent flutter, and all of this would somehow be really genuine. Perhaps, he had spent too much time pondering in his imagination and was allowing his boyish notions to get in the way of his relationship with Lady Thea. No, there was still something else.

It was a fact that he felt sorry for the young lady. The feeling stood in the middle of the emptiness that he always had for her when they were together. The feeling cast its own small flame against the loneliness that enveloped the empty memories they shared. And as he thought of her downcast gaze after the dance, he corrected himself.

“Forgive me,” He found it difficult to be gentle with her. For the past months, she had been nothing but trouble for him, throwing his reputation into the depths of the seas. It all seemed to happen without remorse from her. And yet, here she was, pleadingly sitting upon a bed for him. He understood just enough.

“My love,” his body bent towards her, kneeling by the bedside. His hand reached out and stroked her cheek. It was blushed with delicacy. “You have been through too much, my dear.”

“Please, rest, you do not need to speak,” he thought of getting a servant to help her, but thought in such a state, she would embarrassingly jeopardize herself.

His initial words caused her heart to sink as she began to wonder if he actually cared about anything she said, if he actually cared about her. Would he be another that just wished for her to keep her problems buried, hidden deep within herself for all of eternity. Of course he did, she had to appear as the perfect bride. She was to be a princess, she need not have any flaws. To speak her mind wasn’t something she’d ever be allowed to do.

It was his next actions that softened her some, the warmth of his hand pulling her eyes up to meet his. Red rimmed eyes stared at him as she trembled some and sadness gripped her once more. ”Love…” The single word left her lips in almost a longing plea. A small laugh escaped her, but there was deep despair there. ”Oh how I wish you actually loved me, but you don’t. How could you?” Her face turned from his once more as tears began to fall again. ”All I am is a broken doll, my father made sure of that. All I’m good for is being discarded, forgotten.” Her words came out in little more than a whisper as she began regretting not throwing herself from that balcony.

Prince Felix said nothing for a moment. His hand steadied against her feeble nature. His eyes studied her through the darkness in the room. A pale gentle moonlight from the window cast on Thea. It outlined her silhouette and glittered the milk of her skin, like that of a porcelain doll.

And, although words kindled in him morbid thoughts, the prince knew better. She was terribly ill, and he was certain she was not entirely sure of what she was saying to him. His eyes looked away from her briefly and dwelt somewhere benign next to the bed. She had said many things, and he could not leave them untouched. Corruption would never be a surprise, but how nobility handles such atrocities was an entirely different matter. He let out a breath and looked at her, again.

“My Lady, you are not well,” he tried to assure her. His hand brushed several strands of hair from her face, and then, touched against her shoulder. His body began straightening, but his eyes continued to study her, “Please, lie down,” his voice strengthened with the command as his other hand took hold of her and began to lean her numb body into the bedding. “I won’t let anyone harm you. You are safe with me.”

Thea’s brows furrowed as his words hit her. Not well? He thought she was unwell? Did he think she was crazy? Would that be surprising? Everyone else seemed to think she was, so why shouldn’t he? Still, there was something about it that frustrated her. He went on to urge her to lie down, making promises to not let anyone harm her and claiming she was safe with him. She didn’t doubt he meant what he said, but she couldn’t get past that first statement. All she wanted was for one person to realize she wasn’t crazy, to understand her pain, to help her…to love her. ”You think I’m insane…while I am broken, I am not unwell. Truly, Felix, I’m perfectly fine.” She said as she shooed him away from her before standing. The room spun some, but she kept her footing.

”This was a mistake….” She mumbled before turning to head for the door.

Prince Felix stood from the bed quickly after Lady Thea began for the door. She was acting foolishly on multiple accounts. He believed she may forget this whole ordeal and broaching the subject matter would take some patience. Now was hardly a good time. She had drunk too much, and he saw nothing heroic in prying more information out of the exhausted woman. It would have been cruel to indulge her feelings in such a state.

“My lady,” the Prince walked towards her, trying to catch her. “My love, you are not insane. You are making statements you shall regret by morning. You are distraught enough. Please, do not leave.” He hesitated, as his hand grasped her arm. He thought of what her brother had said as he made his next suggestion, “Or at least, allow me to escort you to your room.”

The prospect of allowing her to leave his guestroom in such a state sounded disturbing. He imagined her pulling him into another laughable situation, in which he would have to strategically maneuver in his favor — an example scenario of her brokenness; some newly formed habit she was trying to avoid; and yet, he found himself completely powerless to her. She was not a broken doll.

“My Lady has been through a lot. And, I would prefer it if she stayed here, with me,” his eyes looked into hers. There were those odd eyes again. He wanted to see past them, and he wanted to believe the fear he felt, when he looked into them, would slowly go away with time. However, he was beginning to wonder if it was the burden that he had been afraid of the whole time.“Please…” he pulled her close to him, letting his arms embrace her. He could smell the perfume of her hair. It was gentle and enjoyable and nothing like the disaster toiling in her life. He could feel her small body breathing, as his hand pressed against the white of her back. There was something else about her he feared. It was not her past; for now, he would save those answers for later. “Don’t go anywhere.”

Thea wanted to scream at him, to demand he stop calling her his love unless he truly meant it. She wanted to demand he let her go, that he leave her be as she fled back to her own room. She wanted to beg him to break off the engagement, to free her from marrying someone who could not love her. She wanted to do so many things, but then his eyes met hers once more and she heard his last plea. His arms wrapped around her, engulfing her in his warmth, and she finally realized just how tired she was. Not just physically, either. No, the emotional exhaustion she felt was catching up to her and she didn't know what to do about it. Perhaps, for now, she could just stay here with him. To listen to that plea and do as he said to make him happy. Wasn't that always what she did? Give in to make others happy?

”Fine…on one condition." She finally voiced as she forced herself out of his embrace to look up at him. ”I'm tired of being called 'my love' when it's painfully clear it's not meant. I am more than my title as well. I have a name, use it." Her gaze was unforgiving, demanding, and full of heartache. She just wanted to feel more than just a pretty little accessory for him to flaunt around.

The prince respectfully laid her on the bed, pulling the covers over her body and proceeded to sleep on the floor next to her. There was no need for more drama. He unbuttoned his jacket and used it as his own cover. His rapier lay next to him, just in case.

Character Interview Questions

“What would it take to get you to commit murder?”

“A contrary duel,” the prince says without looking from his literature.

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What is your personal definition of love?

Hidden backstories, are they a good idea?

Yes.

the alphabet game. lol

Iridescent

The Digital Expanse {Digimon x Megaman RP}

C:\Expanse\Data\User_Data\Suzuki_Takada...

Come to think of it, the last thing Suzi remembered was her room. She had been playing a game, too. Some memories flooded back to her, and again, she started thinking about how Aki-senpai had played with the idea that they were trapped in a horror video game. She was about to look at the ground after thanking her new friend, but a large male figure begean descending from the sky.

He looked like something from the American comics that classmate had showed her before class once. They usually had these men with over articulated strong builds. They seemed frightening in a way. She was not particularly interested in the animation style, but seeing the angelic being made those comics seem all the more intimidating.

He held a human in his arm, and before ascending into the sky, he set her down. She seemed unharmed. Suzi looked towards Kudamon, but suddenly, he was gone, back into her expanse collar. She touched it gently with a determined frown on her face. She felt uneasy, but also relieved. It was all so mysterious. And despite all, she felt a little relief that another person was part of the group. They would need all the help they could get.

She drew in a breath before speaking to Miss Wilems, “We had to battle a monster,” she began, skipping an introduction. She thought of how to describe the demon-like entity, but decided to skip to the main point, “It… turned out to be these two,” she mostioned towards Clockmon and Meramon. “It was like they were possessed or something,” her mind shuffled through different entities she had learned about from school. It made her feel a little uneasy to think this way, but she knew there had to be an answer to all of this. And, she wanted to find the truth… even if it was a horror video game. “Except, the demon was some,” she paused and remembered what the voice had said, “computer virus,” she finally said with certainty. “I am Takada Suzuki,” she made a small bow.

the alphabet game. lol

@Briza