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@Hekazu Hope you're feeling better!
@Lugubrious Just checking, but there was a double post, right?
Also, Olivie was turned into a bug-type Poke, but which one? Is it one that doesn't exist?
Also, Olivie was turned into a bug-type Poke, but which one? Is it one that doesn't exist?
@toadropes I'm pretty sure this contest is for you then xD loved your characters.
Aedre Charbonnet
— Mesalon Outskirts —Before either of the trainers could respond, a daring Spearow shot through the air, beak aimed at Aedre. In a flash, Aedre’s Fletchling was upon the bird, knocking the wild flying-type away with a Quick Attack. “Thanks Little,” Aedre said, frowning and looking around at the flock. There are so many, she thought, hands flicking down to the belt on her hip. Her Togepi appeared at her side in a flash of light, looking around in alarm as she pieced things together.
“Pasithea, Alitis, I’m going to need you two to solo this one,” Aedre told her Pokemon. “I’m going to be focusing on the Honedge.” The two normal-types exchanged a look before giving their trainer a firm nod and launching themselves into battle. The Fletchling led with a Growl before striking the nearest Spearow with another Quick Attack whereas the Togepi started with a Metronome, calling forth a Tackle.
Taking this chance, Aedre called out her Honedge. “Honedge, I need your help,” Aedre told the ghost-type. “Please help me.”
A stray Spearow sailed through the steel-ghost dual’s body, its normal-type move phasing through entirely. Turning his jeweled eye up to his trainer, the Honedge blinked before spinning in the air and glowing. Swords Dance! Aedre recognized with a grin. “All right! Let’s follow that up with a series of Tackles!”
As the battle progressed, Pasithea found herself falling into the role of the professional Growler and Charmer, keeping the enemy weak and confused as her teammates did the heavy-lifting — or, in this case, Tackling. Soon enough the battle was over and Aedre and Alex were dredging back to town. “We should get our Pokemon to the Pokemon Center first,” she said, frowning. Her Pokemon had managed to find a balance together, working with each other to bring down the flock of Spearow until the group of wild Pokemon were stunned into fear, fleeing with what was left of their conscious numbers. Through it all, her Honedge had showed an admirable amount of bravery, proving to be both capable in look and action.
“Decus,” Aedre whispered,wrapping a hand around the Honedge’s Pokeball at her hip. “I’ll call you Decus.”
The ball warmed in her hands, causing Aedre to smile as she walked into the Pokemon center. Spotting Rheese with two unfamiliar faces, Aedre figured she’d get her Pokemon healed up first. After the nurse had handed her Pokeballs back, she walked over to where Rheese was.
“Hey, here to take you up on that offer of sticking with your group,” she said, offering the girl beside Rheese a smile. “I’m Aedre — Aedre Charbonnet. I met Rheese earlier today when he was in the hospital.” Hearing the girl bring up training, Aedre gave it some thought before shrugging. “I just came back from an impromptu training session, but it went well enough that I think it’d be wise to train some more. But tagging along is just fine too — lets me get to know the town and whatnot, you know?”
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Leisy Takigawa
— Stillwater —Leisy watched in awe as the black figure floated up from the crowd, moving towards where she and her friends were. A spectre — a grim reaper, Leisy thought, eyes wide as the wraith approached. Are we… Are we dead?
When the Pokemon spoke, a chill rolled down Leisy’s spine. She had never given it much thought as to what death would sound like if personified, but this creature didn’t fit the bill. It’s voice was too snide, too haughty, too lacking in omniscience to be the personification of death. When the creature spoke its name, Leisy thought back to the children's’ rhyme about sleep — how Cresselia, the lunar Pokemon, would rescue good children from nightmares of Darkrai and grant them sweet dreams instead.
So this is Darkrai? she wondered, looking up at the pitch-black Pokemon as it spoke. Does this mean we really are dreaming?
The dark-type’s last question was dangled in front of Leisy like a cat would dangle life in front of a mouse, letting the squeaking animal escape briefly only to give chase and sink its claws in deeper. Still, Leisy had questions, and she would be willing to venture out of the claws if it meant she got answers.
“Are we dreaming?” she asked the Pokemon, pointing to the bodies beside her, “Or are we dead?”
When Ella asked her question, Leisy snapped around to look at her friend. “No, Ella. No,” she said firmly. “We took on this mission together, so we have equal responsibility in whatever happens to us. But if you sacrifice yourself now, it’ll all be my fault then. That I didn’t convince you out of it, that I wasn’t strong enough to save you,” Leisy said, shaking her head. “But other than me, what about you? Your Pokemon, your parents, your friends… None of them will ever hear from you again. Will you really willingly make them go through all that grief, pain, and suffering?”
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Cillian Weiss
— Zephyr Strip —“Whoa, do you just carry around that much cash?” Cillian asked, eyes wide as Tora returned with a laptop in her hands. “What if we get robbed or something?”
Cillian was silent as he watched the Rotom load itself into the computer and start his search for the Porygon-Z. “This is really cool,” he said as the Rotom pulled up a loading bar. A ghost-electric dual that can possess appliances is looking for a virtual Pokemon that lives entirely in the digital world, Cillian thought, grinning. Pokemon really are amazing.
“Tapu Cocoa for me too — could use some hot cocoa right about now,” Cillian said, straightening up and pulling out some Poke and handing it to her.
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Shanae Eller
— Ironforge —“Boss, a trainer’s here to see ‘ya,” Twirly Beard said, announcing Shanae’s arrival. Walking into the office, Shanae was greeted by an ornate carpet upon which a spacious desk was stationed, the backdrop a wall of clear glass that showed the rows of skyscrapers and factories near this one. Behind the desk was a chair turned away from Shanae — a large, red leather swivel chair that, if not for the hand drumming a steady rhythm on one of its handles, Shanae would have overlooked entirely.
“So you’re here for the mission, are you?” the hoarse voice asked in a deep and cracked drawl.
“Yep,” Shanae said brightly. She paused briefly, considering silence briefly before continuing. “Um, Marvin, you still need to work on the voice thing a little more. Right now, you sound like a dying whale.”
“Shanae?” the voice asked, swiveling his chair around. A blonde-haired boy around fifteen sat in the chair, eyes wide and mouth open as he stared at the woman in shock. “What are you doing here?”
“Taking a mission,” Shanae replied, waving the notice around. “The one your father put on the mission board?”
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@silver fox @toadropes Just going to say it now, but I'm interested in having Cillian catch a Porygon. Not the Z, just the normal first-edition one. Did either of you have similar plans?
oh @LuckyBlackCat @Heckno12 I'm currently working on a post that'll bring Aedre to the Mesalon Pokemon center, but it'll probably have to wait until the afternoon (in about seven hours for me xD)
@FantasyChic I messaged Wraith earlier for a collab, so that's in the works as of now. It's kinda late due to procrastination on my part ^_^"
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