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@Lord of Evil Wanna cover the window part? I'm thinking they could try to get out somehow and use the tree to climb out, but if the branches are too thick....

Well, getting out of the creepy castle is the priority, so i dunno. And feel free to take over Mistletoe as well -- let's just share rights for her? I'm picturing her as a more reserved, kinder, and hesitant person that Kenza... you?
Kenza pranced up the stairs two or three at a time, sometimes skipping over so many steps that she thought that -- for a moment -- she'd overestimated her range and would wind up tripping in her haste. This worry, however, proved unwarranted as both she and Mistletoe made it up two full flights without trouble. The sudden discontinuation of Mistletoe's feet hitting stone steps prompted Kenza to slow down as well, and her eyes caught on the rubble littering the way up to the next floor.

"Should we continue?" Mistletoe asked, looking at the other girl for guidance. It was both unwise and presumptuous to make a decision alone, but a two out of three majority would be enough in a trio, she figured.

"The farther we get from the fliers, the better," Kenza said, picking up her previous pace again as she skirted pieces of rubble on her way up. Mistletoe followed quickly, casting a glance back at Derrick to make sure he had seen the two continuing up.


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@LuckyBlackCat Approval given! Looking forward to it :)
Leisy Takigawa
— Between Stillwater and Feyhollow —

“Both ghost-types then?” Leisy asked, noticing that the way Ella’s Duskull moved — a gentle, drifting fashion that had just a touch of forcefulness when the Pokemon darted around — matched the way the pumpkin-topped Pokemon did. “Ghost-type moves are effective against other ghost-types, so watch out if they roughhouse,” she said, a little alarmed when the two Pokemon started chasing each other around. However, upon seeing the relaxed way the game progressed and hearing the bubble-like sounds from either Pokemon — laughter, she figured — Leisy calmed down, relieved the Pokemon were okay. “They get along well,” she observed, smiling as she watched the two spirits dart after each other, eyes aglow with mirth.

The sharp cry from Ella jolted Leisy out of her smiling stupor — something that always seemed to happen when she was watching Pokemon — just quick enough for the girl to spot the latter half of a glossy purple-topped cream coat disappearing behind a bush, the long tail lifted in satisfaction as it winked into the darkness. “Oh no you don’t!” she called as Bidein launched into action from his perch on a nearby branch, diving down from the canopy into the bushes. A fierce squawk and some muffled rustling ensued, both bird and cat leaping out from the bush immediately after. While the almost-raptor’s feathers were fluffed up in an attempt to intimidate his opponent, the feline looked unfazed, its brown paper prize still dangling from its mouth as it watched the bird calmly.

“Bidein, hold on,” Leisy called, walking over. Her approach caused the cat to look over, gold eyes silent and calculating as it watched the human bend down so that she seemed like less of a threat. “It’s alright,” she reassured it, retrieving a bag of Pokefood from her own bag. “It’s not right to steal things, but I understand why you do,” the girl said, pushing the new bag of berries over. “So take these instead and return the other one, alright?”

The cat’s eyes narrowed at the human’s words, itself unmoving in its spot as it considered the offer. Was it worth it to give up her prize in exchange for another one? This bag appeared the same externally, but perhaps it contained less berries than the other. There was no way to tell from where the Purrloin stood, and when she agreed to the trade it would be too late.

Seeing that the Pokemon was having some doubts, Leisy reached over and opened the bag, rolling down the sides so that it formed a makeshift bowl of sorts. “Here you are. Don’t be shy,” she said, sliding it over to the feline.



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Shanae Eller
— Ironforge —

Shanae’s Houndour was quick to grumble about his designated role in the investigation — bloodhound as opposed to primary investigator — but his ears perked up instantly when he tried out a sniff. Recognizing the signs, Shanae grew hushed, following the Houndour quietly. Alright, Ebon. Lead the way, she thought, keeping pace next to her fire-type, her footsteps noticeably louder compared to her Pokemon’s. This, however, failed to bother the fire-type as he went right on with the trail, ear pricked and nose twitching.

The trail led the duo towards the back of the area where shrubs gave way to scattered boulders and rocks varying in size as much as the ground varied in color. Other than the shrubs, the ground was relatively clear of greenery — not that the dry, yellow bunches helped much.

Not much fauna out and about either, Shanae thought with a frown, following in her Houndour’s steps. [i]I guess it’s the fate of a city founded and living on industry — grand and lonely, rich with variety and invention but poor at the same time.

A soft growl from Ebon told Shanae that they were close, and she nodded at the fire-type to show that she was ready to see what was around the bend of the large earthen hill they’d come to a stop beside. A nest, perhaps? Most Pokemon are aggressively territorial around their nests, so this wouldn’t be the ideal place to host a fight, she thought, steps slow and measured and body pressed close to the side of the mound as she rounded the corner, head craned to get a glimpse of whatever it was that had her Houndour on edge.

A heavy thumping noise from behind her jolted Shanae into a flinch as she flattened herself against the hill in surprise. “Marvin?” the woman asked in surprise as the boy’s Onix pulled to a halt a few meters away from her, dipping its head down to allow its trainer to climb off.

“Heya — just thought I’d check up on you, but it looks like you really do need me around,” Marvin Terra said, a smug grin on his face.




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@ToadRopes Bring it >:)

Haha looking forward to whatever you have in mind (unless I'm totally misunderstanding what you just said... which is pretty possible)
@Hekazu I'll be waiting on you then? Don't currently know what's at the top of the stairway so...
@Silver Fox Haha pretty much the same for me here though (gaming, i mean). I too apologize for my posting speed as of late -- I've been getting into a variety of things (reading, watching shows, gaming, etc) and half-neglecting my duties as GM & my title as the most active poster (which is currently @luckyblackcat, since the guilt of making her wait always chases me these days). I hope the best to you and me, especially since I wish to get back into writing more.
@zarkun @silver fox @toadropes

Hi all!

As you may have noticed, a new organization has been added in the "CS" tab. This organization was the brainchild of @luckyblackcat and myself, and it's our first "antagonist" organization! Hopefully the creation of this guild will stir up some creative juices, spur some action, and draw some new people into our RP. I will be posting a new interest thread up specifically to recruit people into this organization, but will also be pitching the RP as a whole for added benefits.

Our group, as you can probably see, has been growing smaller and smaller, and I'm eager to recruit new people. Sadly, many seem to feel that our RP is too "established" (which it is, but it also isn't). If any of you have friends or acquaintances you feel would find a place in this RP, (please) feel free to extend an invitation to them from me! I'm ready to take on any and all questions/concerns/thoughts and whatever else anyone has with the power I have as residing GM :)

Cheers,
Dusk








Leisy Takigawa
— Stillwater —

A quick trip through town landed the trainer duo some port staples as most of the lunchtimes vendors were either starting to clean up or had already done so. Leisy had fetched her Fletchinder a small carton of fresh sardines — which the bird Pokemon inhaled happily — and herself a take-out box of rice topped with some fried veggies, most likely from one of the village’s small farms or such. The duo paused at the outskirts of the town to quickly polish off their food — both being ravenous after their day-long fast — before starting off towards Feyhollow at a brisk pace.

“I wonder if Vivian’s doing well,” Leisy said, focusing on her pacing feet. Her confidence in her own abilities had seen a boost after she’d learned that she’d managed to complete the mission involving Darkrai, but at the same time she’d been doubtful. Darkrai hadn’t been looking to hurt the trainers — he’d merely wanted someone to entertain him. A plaything. And he’d gotten that, in a way, so he’d left. There had been no test of her skill as a trainer, no test of her improvement. Only of her personal willpower.

I suppose that will have to be enough for now, she thought, glancing at the Fletchinder squeezed on her shoulder. Bidein’s new weight — although heavier than before — was becoming familiar now, as was bracing herself before he landed. Keeping in mind that, one day, her lovable, not-so-little Fletchinder would grow into a full-sized raptor, Leisy wanted to treasure every moment she could that involved Bidein’s current size. Let me baby you for a bit more, she thought, reaching over and bopping the bird Pokemon on the beak to get its attention. Successfully gaining it, she earned a light nip at her hair in return before the fire types eyes refocused on the woods, the sharpest pair of eyes in the group keeping steady vigil.

A little over two hours into their trek, Leisy called for a water break, and the pair of trainers found a nice little clearing with some logs. Taking a seat on one of the fallen trees, Leisy pulled out her water bottle and began to unscrew it when she noticed a funny orange object next to one of the logs.

“Huh. Is that… a pumpkin?” she asked, standing. Getting Ella’s attention, the two trainers approached the oddly-placed vegetable.



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Cillian Weiss
— Zephyr Strip —

“Agreed on the pictures,” Cillian said with a grin, camera at the ready. “And I don’t know what we’ll be able to learn from a statue alone… Perhaps we could ask a local about it, if we want to learn about its history,” Cillian suggested to Tora as the trio of trainers made their way to the location of the statue.

Cillian’s first impressions of the monument went something along the lines of: big — no, giant — and mossy. Definitely old. Looks like some sort of ancient machine or robot. The dots are oddly-placed and slightly freaky.

Luckily, however, his brain recovered enough to shut down his incoherent thoughts and trade them for more evaluative ones — ones that found ways to appreciate the way a few dainty, mundane-colored butterflies fluttered about the moss on the humanoid figure’s shoulders and the angle at which the sunlight fell on the gentle giant. His camera captured these moments, himself silent as he focused on aligning the statue with the device in his hands. Photography was always like this, allowing Cillian to tap into a calmer, more contemplative side of himself that he normally didn’t show. Although he was sometimes completely oblivious to the way his demeanour changed, Cillian adopted his normal attitude again once he’d finished his short vacation with nature, his camera — lens covered — returning to its spot around his neck.

“You’re right about the dots looking like a face,” Cillian said, tipping his head as he evaluated the statue again, “but then where is its mouth? Its nose?” After a moment’s thought, he shrugged, a grin gracing his face again. “Well, I guess it’s just another mystery of nature.”



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