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AchronumEr uh I'll try to get a post up this weekend, but will be on a trip so no promises about that. If not, though, sometime next week for sure.
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@LuckyBlackCat That's fine! Pokemon that evolved are calculated based on the level of their evolution, so what you did is totally fine. Length with four characters is crazy, but glad to see you made it work! I'll get to working on my post now :)
Kenza pounced on the box when it flew across the floor, picking out the previously contained objects from the rubble. Her search yielded a locket -- some metal, most likely brass, by the feel of it -- and a crystal box with what seemed like a gem-studded silver ring inside. Treasure -- any other hunt, and I would have been thrilled to uncover something like this. But right now, this all is about as helpful as a pebble, she thought, sighing and rising to present the spoils.
"A locket and a ring in a crystal box," she said, holding the items out to the other hunters.
Mistletoe immediately went for the locket, holding it up by the chain to examine the brassy locket itself. It appeared old and worn with time, not exactly rusty but well-aged nonetheless. Taking ahold of it, Mistletoe carefully pried the casing open with her nails, careful not to drop whatever was inside. A folded paper! she thought, a thrill of excitement running through her. Discovering treasure was nice, but discovering something else -- a message, a note, or even a map -- was even more amazing. Such items were messages that crossed time and space to reach out to her, communicating the mind of someone she'd never met.
"I'm going to open it," Mistletoe said to the hunters by her side, taking care not to rip the paper as she smoothed out the tight folds. The browning paper yielded with clarity the likeness of a young man in his early twenties or so. Sketched in ink, the portrait was -- while clearly not of immediately apparent value -- breathtaking for Mistletoe. Was this a lover, a blood-relative, or a dear friend? Or, perhaps, was it a piece of previous self from before some life-changing event stripped away one's identity? The drawing was in pen, suggesting that it might very well have been a self portrait, although Mistletoe couldn't fathom of who.
"He... looks rather common," Kenza said, losing interest as soon as she saw that she didn't recognize the inky features. "What of the locket then -- anything else on there?"
Mistletoe checked, rubbing her fingers over the inside to feel for any insignia. She felt, instead, words, and excitedly brought the locket level to her face to try and make out the etchings.
"It's too dark," she said, frowning. "We'll need to find a light source."
@hekazu@lord of evil
"A locket and a ring in a crystal box," she said, holding the items out to the other hunters.
Mistletoe immediately went for the locket, holding it up by the chain to examine the brassy locket itself. It appeared old and worn with time, not exactly rusty but well-aged nonetheless. Taking ahold of it, Mistletoe carefully pried the casing open with her nails, careful not to drop whatever was inside. A folded paper! she thought, a thrill of excitement running through her. Discovering treasure was nice, but discovering something else -- a message, a note, or even a map -- was even more amazing. Such items were messages that crossed time and space to reach out to her, communicating the mind of someone she'd never met.
"I'm going to open it," Mistletoe said to the hunters by her side, taking care not to rip the paper as she smoothed out the tight folds. The browning paper yielded with clarity the likeness of a young man in his early twenties or so. Sketched in ink, the portrait was -- while clearly not of immediately apparent value -- breathtaking for Mistletoe. Was this a lover, a blood-relative, or a dear friend? Or, perhaps, was it a piece of previous self from before some life-changing event stripped away one's identity? The drawing was in pen, suggesting that it might very well have been a self portrait, although Mistletoe couldn't fathom of who.
"He... looks rather common," Kenza said, losing interest as soon as she saw that she didn't recognize the inky features. "What of the locket then -- anything else on there?"
Mistletoe checked, rubbing her fingers over the inside to feel for any insignia. She felt, instead, words, and excitedly brought the locket level to her face to try and make out the etchings.
"It's too dark," she said, frowning. "We'll need to find a light source."
@hekazu@lord of evil
Leisy Takigawa
— Feyhollow —Leisy bit into the Pollen Puff, wondering what was inside. As it turned out, the entire puff was light and sugary, easily melting in her mouth. Tastes like honey rather than candy though, she thought as the sweetness faded away.
“I’ll help too,” Leisy said after Ella’s outburst. It would be a good experience, and though it was doubtful how much help two newly-crowned Skilled trainers would be, they would be better than nothing.
When Ella answered Florence’s question, Leisy could hear her own feelings of inadequacy echoed. However, she also felt that it was slightly unfair to feel like so — neither of them were not far into their trainerhood, yet both had set such high standards. We’re probably doing fine, Leisy thought. It’s just that we’re not doing well enough to easily take on the missions and burdens that we have.
“We don’t currently have any leads on the thieves, though, so maybe this mission might open up some,” Leisy suggested. “As for areas with flowers… I’m not native to Feyhollow, but that immediately reminds me of some sort of park or large flower garden. At Central, there aren’t many places with natural greenery inside the city, but there are quite a few public greenhouses and flower gardens on the outskirts of town. Pay to enter and all that.”
@luckyblackcat
146CP
@Silver Fox Totally fine! At least you posted, and it's over ~50 words xD
Oop neglecting my job to bump, so here's a BUMP :)
@Hekazu Well then, @lord of evil it's all you :)
//edit: of course, if you need, feel free to bounce ideas off me but uh I just pictured Derrick throwing it at the floor. Although now that i think about it stomping it should be a better plan, right? Quieter, etc etc, although perhaps less force applied...
//edit: of course, if you need, feel free to bounce ideas off me but uh I just pictured Derrick throwing it at the floor. Although now that i think about it stomping it should be a better plan, right? Quieter, etc etc, although perhaps less force applied...
Leisy Takigawa
— Feyhollow —“Our friend’s street was attacked by some unsavory folk,” Leisy said, figuring that her words would give Florence an idea as to what she and Ella had seen. Flashing a thankful smile at the nurse at the register, Leisy thanked the nurse and recollected her Pokeballs into her bag, picking one out from the crowd so she could have some company.
“Long time no see, Naunet,” Leisy joked as the water-type. Although she was now of a hefty size, the penguin Pokemon retained her enthusiasm and promptly sprang onto her trainer, squawking a happy note.
Leisy smiled, leaning down to pat Naunet’s head, looking over at the Cutiefly at Florence’s side to make sure all was well. Of her Pokemon, she’d figured that Naunet was the best choice, albeit a bit overeager. Bidein was already proven to be a fear-inducing presence, and Leisy had no doubt that her dark, broody Laritar-turned-Pupitar would be too. The rest of her Pokemon she wasn’t as well acquainted with as the first three, and Leisy was hesitant to bring any of them out in case they tried something on impulse that frightened the Cutiefly.
“Alright then. Looks like all’s well,” Leisy said, relieved that the Cutiefly hadn’t reacted too negatively to Naunet’s appearance. “Let’s head over to her owners then — lead on, Florence?”
The trio of trainers made their way over to the location indicated by the mission request, and Leisy watched with interest as the Cutiefly fluttered over to its owners, who were half-running with joy. How could someone bear to tear such happy families apart? she wondered, frowning.
@luckyblackcat
Cillian Weiss
— Zephyr Strip —“That’s one enthusiastic Pokemon, if I’ve ever seen one,” Cillian said, laughing as he looked at Juana’s Togepi. At Juana’s mention of the Box system, Cillian perked up. “I’ve always wanted to meet one of the designers — I hear they live all over, and many trainers have met them without even knowing it! Do you suppose we’ve secretly met one?” he asked, only half joking.
At Juana’s question, Cillian grinned. “Went to check out one of those sleek windmills around the place. Meant to take pictures, but ended up catching two Pokemon instead,” he said, flourishing the two extra Pokeballs on his belt. “A Magnemite and a Rockruff — enough to send me into Skilled-rank territory.” The Bulbasaur at his side looked at his trainer, unimpressed.
“Don’t worry, Mitti, I won’t forget about you,” Cillian teased, laughing. “Promise.”
Realizing that he had being a tad too boastful, Cillian recovered himself by opening up the conversation. “So, what about you two? Any exciting stories? And when’s the train to Tefan by the way — is it running late?”
@silver fox@toadropes
Shanae Eller
— Ironforge —The factory wasn’t very wide or tall, and a person could easily cross its length in less than ten minutes, but in the dark the factory’s roughly two hundred feet diameter felt like a lifetime. The odd metallic clanging and groaning every now and then didn’t help much, only serving to raise goosebumps on the two trainers’ arms. A warm brush on her leg reminded Shanae that she was safe in the dark, and she gave Ebon a grateful smile as they continued farther into the building.
The trainers continued in silence, their Houndour guide leading the way towards the stairs to the lower level. Per previous discussion, it had been agreed upon that any rogue Pokemon — the perpetrating fire-type or not — would likely have chosen the lower floor as its dwelling as opposed to the upper floor. Not only was it closer to the earth, the bottom floor was also more spacious. Big enough for any large Pokemon that might decide to settle in, Shanae thought, carefully continuing along the stairwell downwards.
A rustle followed by a few thumps up ahead caused the trainers to freeze, but silence soon returned. Next to her, however, Ebon let out a warning snarl, and in the darkness some skittering ensued before a Sandshrew emerged from the darkness. Seemingly disoriented by the light, the ground-type quickly darted back under the cover of darkness, chattering as it disappeared. As it fled, a larger Sandshrew emerged, claws long and back studded with rocky plates that jutted out menacingly, flashing its claws warningly.
“A Sandslash! Wilbur, Metal Claw!” Marvin shouted. Beside him, his Drilbur launched forwards, sweeping wide arcs with its sharp claws. The Sandslash backed up before raising an arm, catching one of the Drilbur’s slashes midair and baring its teeth with a low growl.
“Ebon, help him out with an Ember!” Shanae called. Her fire-type sprang up to the clashing Pokemon, opening its mouth and letting loose a small blaze at the ground-type. Hissing, the Sandslash turned so that its rock plating took the brunt of the flame.
“Wilbur, use this chance for a Mud-Slap!” Marvin called to his ground-type. The Drilbur responded by scooping up a handful of sand with its other arm and slinging it at the Sandslash.
Sputtering, the Sandslash ducked out of its spot, unlocking its claws from the Drilbur’s.
“Alright! Now Dig!” Marvin called. Wilbur disappeared into the earth, but the Sandslash wasn’t fazed. Instead, it raised its claws up before bringing them down with a sound “bang.” “No, Wilbur! Resurface!” Marvin shouted as the Magnitude rolled into motion. Cursing, Shanae returned her Houndour.
“Call him back, Marvin!” Shanae called to the other trainer as she summoned her Lombre and Lapras. “I’ll take care of this.”
145 CP
Kenza pushed open the door to the hallway, peeking around cautiously. When there seemed to be no immediate danger, she opened it completely and stepped out into the hall. It was silent, and a slight breeze could be felt on her skin.
"There's a light coming from that side," Mistletoe said, motioning towards the fading light. Kenza vaguely made out the bluish hue of a light, but it could have just been her eyes. Trusting the archer's words -- Mistletoe, being a seasoned archer, would likely have better eyesight than herself -- Kenza nodded, turning back to call Derrick over. Instead, she spotted the boy holding a wooden box of sorts -- a chest.
"Can you open it?" she asked, walking over. Upon seeing the lock, she looked over at Mistletoe. "Close the door -- we'll have to smash the chest, and less sound we make, the better."
Mistletoe nodded, swinging the creaky door close slowly before walking over to the other two hunters.
"Derrick, since you found it, do you want to do the honors?" Kenza asked, taking a step back to give the other hunter some room.
@hekazu@lord of evil
"There's a light coming from that side," Mistletoe said, motioning towards the fading light. Kenza vaguely made out the bluish hue of a light, but it could have just been her eyes. Trusting the archer's words -- Mistletoe, being a seasoned archer, would likely have better eyesight than herself -- Kenza nodded, turning back to call Derrick over. Instead, she spotted the boy holding a wooden box of sorts -- a chest.
"Can you open it?" she asked, walking over. Upon seeing the lock, she looked over at Mistletoe. "Close the door -- we'll have to smash the chest, and less sound we make, the better."
Mistletoe nodded, swinging the creaky door close slowly before walking over to the other two hunters.
"Derrick, since you found it, do you want to do the honors?" Kenza asked, taking a step back to give the other hunter some room.
@hekazu@lord of evil
@Hekazu I'll leave that to @lord of evil then. Er will it work or not though? Does he/Do I get to pick?
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