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Leisy Takigawa
— Feyhollow —Retracing the path to where the Cutieflies’ owners lived would take a while, and Leisy prepared for that by releasing all her Pokemon. Well, attempting to — Devinco immediately opted out, glaring at the trainer to indicate that he wanted to be returned before the chaos started, and Naunet’s lack of social tact was just fuel to the fire. Tyrus, goofy as always, almost paralyzed a ruffled Bidein, prompting Leisy to return both of them as well, and the sight of the poison-type snake sent Animo sniffling back into his shell, refusing to budge. In all, Leisy was left with a grand total of two Pokemon: Cassia, the Ekans whose distrust in Leisy was apparent in the way she slithered on the far side of the clearing, and the unnamed Purrloin, who seemed to find the whole situation rather amusing.
Figuring that her best move would be to keep silent, Leisy did exactly that, unsure of how to bargain for the Ekans’ trust. She’d caught the poison-type by nearly scaring it to death, and her later actions had failed to garner the Ekans’ favor as well. So, letting the snake Pokemon go on hating her for a little longer didn’t seem like such a bad option; at least she wasn’t making it hate her more, right?
Seeing the human’s awkwardness towards the poison-type keeping its distance, who also expressed clear animosity towards the human, the Purrloin was rather amused indeed. On one hand, the palpable tension in the air was quite funny. On the other, it was starting to get a little boring.
“Mreow,” she yawned loudly, prompting both human and Pokemon to look at her in surprise. Shooting the purple Pokemon to her left a grin, the Purrloin trotted over, leaving Leisy alone on one side of the path.
Well, at least they seem to be getting along well, Leisy thought, seeing the Purrloin and Ekans come to terms with their new proximity. The Ekans seemed more surprised than anything, continuing its slither in a rather erratic fashion as the Purrloin smirked haughtily, continuing its trot forwards with its head held high. The walk went like that until trainer and Pokemon arrived at their destination where the friendly couple who’d received them earlier emerged, citing their thanks and offering sweets to the trainer and her Pokemon.
“Really, it’s fine,” Leisy said, declining the offerings. Beside her, her Purrloin shot her trainer a nasty look, meowing loudly so that her thoughts were made clear. “Oh, alright. Um, thank you,” Leisy said, smiling awkwardly as the couple cooed over the suddenly friendly dark-type. “We should be getting on our way though — Florence is waiting for you, and Ella will be on her way as well.”
“Right you are,” the gracious lady said, rising and helping her husband up. “Let’s be on our way, dear. We can’t keep our baby waiting.”
The Purrloin seemed rather annoyed that its newly-beguiled toys were lured away from her, but she relented, restarting her trot beside the Ekans, who was more feigning dislike and disinterest towards its trainer than actually feeling it. Indeed, the Purrloin thought it rather funny, and even more amusing if she could convince the poison-type out of its shell. What was the story behind the Ekans’ animosity, and why had it faded?
“Florence should be just around this bend,” Leisy said, leading the couple forwards. To her surprise, both Purrloin and Ekans moved closer to her as they crossed the bend, apparently resolved their conflicts with each other as well as their trainer.
“Liciae — you’re Liciae,” Leisy told the Purrloin with a grin. “And Cassia, thank you for giving me another chance.”
A meow and a light hiss answered the beaming trainer as they finally entered the park where Florence had been waiting.
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Shanae Eller
— Ironforge —The impact of the fire-type’s Rapid Spin — while not fatal — clearly hit hard as the Lapras skidded back, wincing. “Endy!” Shanae yelled, alarmed. The Lapras, rather than looking at his trainer, attempted another Water Pulse at the feral fire-type before it could regather its wits and attack another Pokemon.
“Otiosus, help him out!” Shanae called, releasing her Lombre. The rogue fire-type was too quick, however, colliding with both Lapras and Water Pulse in a second Rapid Spin. “Endy!” Shanae shouted, running towards the crash site, Pokeball in hand in case needed.
The dust settled, revealing a severely weakened Lapras — clear bruises in order and lightly scratched up — and the fire-type, now dusty and huffing heavily. Without another thought, Shanae returned her Lapras, whispering a “good job” to his Pokeball before turning her wary eyes to the fire-type. Was it still up for fighting, or was it willing to stand down now?
“Now’s your chance, Shanae!” Marvin called from where he was kneeling next to his Pokemon. “Use the Great ball!”
Shanae hesitated, seeing the fight still flickering in the fire-type’s eyes, and the wild Pokemon took the chance to bound away, heavy thuds stirring up dust in its wake. Shanae fell back onto the ground in surprise, half relieved that the fight had ended — for now.
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Aedre Charbonnet
— Mesalon Pokemon Center —After everything with the Hoothoots and Sophia running away had been settled, Aedre stopped by the Pokemon Center to get her Fletchling healed up, tagging along with Amber in the process. The other science-interested girl had befriended a Rowlet, a fascinating specimen of avian flora. Other than Tropius and Skiploom, there were hardly any grass-flying duals, so when the viridian-decorated owl was discovered, the scientific community was fascinated with the niche it had evolved to fit into. That, and the fact that it had been labelled a good “starter” Pokemon, boosted the little owl into fame, making it a rather well-known flying-type.
After getting her Pokemon healed, Amber called a work break, taking her laptop out to start on notes. Aedre did the same, retrieving her laptop and reciting in word form her encounter with the territorial Spearows earlier that day. Her Honedge had, in a surprising display of intelligence and compassion, aided Aedre in driving the Spearow off, both traits that went into her notes in concise, bulleted observations. On the side, she also noted how her Fletchling and Togepi were familiar enough to work together without her instruction, meaning that they’d need less instruction as opposed to training in the future.
Aedre had been too engrossed in her notes to notice when Amber stood up to greet the unknown girl who had entered the Pokemon Center. In the middle of describing the fluency with which her Honedge had executed his Swords Dance — flawlessly smooth as if he’d been born to play the part — the light-haired scientist-in-training wasn’t about to notice anything anytime soon.
The pop of a Pokeball being opened interrupted Aedre’s train of thought, prompting her to look up from her screen. Spotting Amber conversing with a trainer who’d evidently just released a flat, bug-like Pokemon — was that an Armaldo next to them? — Aedre sank back into her note-taking with redoubled effort, intent on finishing her work before joining the conversation. When she finally did — with a sentence summarizing her guesswork on why the Honedge had chosen to trust her, a frail, human girl — Aedre closed her laptop and rose from her seat, walking over to where the two trainers and their now four Pokemon were gathered.
“Hi, I’m Aedre — Amber’s friend?” she said uncertainly, not sure if she was interrupting. The conversation seemed to have taken on a more serious tone, as Amber’s usual smile was gone. Having caught the last bit about an older sibling, Aedre looked the unknown fossil-tamer over for any similarities to the new people she’d met in Kosei. Seeing none, Aedre ducked her head awkwardly. “Er, mind me asking whose sibling you are? Sorry, was sitting over there earlier, completely engrossed in my notes.”
@luckyblackcat @heckno12
Also uh @hekazu mind telling me what Kenza heard? Just so I don't have to utterly dismiss what just happened IC...
@Lord of evil Okay I apologize for my terrible interpretation skills, since that's chasing the characters around in circles. I'd thought the spiderwebs were definitely a plotpoint to be tackled (being in the same room as then "wind"), but since Derrick didn't seem to want to, the other room was an option too. But, clearly, the spiderwebs are not? a plotpoint (yet), so I'll just awkwardly swerve my characters in the right direction again... can we ignore how they behaved the post before? Since, going along with your interpretation of the room, they've clearly acted out of character :/
@Lord Wraith Ooo puppy, what breed? And has it been born yet, or are you being promised a firstborn (or something like that)
And I sure hope this RP isn't ending anytime soon; it's one of four group RP's I'm still in, and I'd hate to have to go looking again :/
And I sure hope this RP isn't ending anytime soon; it's one of four group RP's I'm still in, and I'd hate to have to go looking again :/
"The other door then?" Kenza asked, feeling a bit of apprehension at the prospect of having to open another door. The last door she'd opened had nearly cost the hunters their lives, almost rousing a mysterious, shadow-shrouded creature from its slumber. However, each door came with the chance of finding new tools and clues to help them escape; the locket and ring were perhaps one of many clues, although Kenza doubted that they were of any real use. She approached the leftmost door, pressing her ear against the wall since the door was closed. Mistletoe waited patiently as the other hunter listened, keeping a lookout into the darkness ahead of them and behind them. She wasn't opposed to opening the door either, but she was just as wary.
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The spiderwebs struck Kenza more as a hindrance and possible threat than anything else since she sympathised with most predatorial creatures and beings. The world was ruled by the selection of the fittest, be that by wealth, intellect, or strength, and spiders participated in that web of relationships just like any other deer, wolf, or human. That being said, she too was worried about the webs and the danger they posed. Judging by the thickness and gloss of the almost-opaque silks, the webs weren't produced by ordinary arachnids that haunted mundane houses. Their thickness also proved a problem because Kenza didn't know whether she would be able to cut them -- the hunters' tools were, put lightly, old, and Kenza knew that spiderwebs were both sturdy and sticky enough to catch their spinners prey.
"Yes. Do you suppose cutting them would be a good idea?" Kenza asked, frowning as she held her sword up to compare with the silky strings crisscrossing the path ahead of the hunters. Beside Kenza, Mistletoe was silent, eyeing the webs warily.
On the older hunter's part, it wasn't so much fear as it was extreme wariness; Mistletoe disliked venom, and that exact substance was the web owner's weapon of choice. Something about the way the substance sapped away at the prey's life force slowly, draining it enough to slow the bitten down but not enough to kill seemed cruel to Mistletoe. Unlike most weapons, venom was built most times to weaken, poison to kill. So, naturally, Mistletoe had developed an aversion to everything venomous -- snakes, spiders, and other creatures with sharp but hollow fangs and venom sacks.
If she'd been a few years younger and more inexperienced at keeping her feelings in check, she would have immediately recommended that the group try some other way. Now, however, Mistletoe knew that spiders -- unintelligent as most of them were -- were the hunters' best bet, so she held her tongue.
"You'll probably have to cut it clean and fast, if you don't want to get the blade stuck," Mistletoe said. "But, if you do, the web will snap back, alerting the spiders." She paused, frowning. "As much as I hate the thought of having to deal with the biters, I think they're the least troublesome of our worries in this castle -- the flying warden and the Wolfwing being among our most."
Kenza nodded at the archer's words, seeing her point. "What do you say, Derrick?"
@hekazu@lord of evil
"Yes. Do you suppose cutting them would be a good idea?" Kenza asked, frowning as she held her sword up to compare with the silky strings crisscrossing the path ahead of the hunters. Beside Kenza, Mistletoe was silent, eyeing the webs warily.
On the older hunter's part, it wasn't so much fear as it was extreme wariness; Mistletoe disliked venom, and that exact substance was the web owner's weapon of choice. Something about the way the substance sapped away at the prey's life force slowly, draining it enough to slow the bitten down but not enough to kill seemed cruel to Mistletoe. Unlike most weapons, venom was built most times to weaken, poison to kill. So, naturally, Mistletoe had developed an aversion to everything venomous -- snakes, spiders, and other creatures with sharp but hollow fangs and venom sacks.
If she'd been a few years younger and more inexperienced at keeping her feelings in check, she would have immediately recommended that the group try some other way. Now, however, Mistletoe knew that spiders -- unintelligent as most of them were -- were the hunters' best bet, so she held her tongue.
"You'll probably have to cut it clean and fast, if you don't want to get the blade stuck," Mistletoe said. "But, if you do, the web will snap back, alerting the spiders." She paused, frowning. "As much as I hate the thought of having to deal with the biters, I think they're the least troublesome of our worries in this castle -- the flying warden and the Wolfwing being among our most."
Kenza nodded at the archer's words, seeing her point. "What do you say, Derrick?"
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Leisy Takigawa
— Feyhollow —“We’re here on request of his trainer — the Cutiefly was separated from its owners, and it attacked us out of fear,” Leisy explained to the looker-ons. “We calmed it down now, so sorry about the disturbance!”
When the muttering continued, Leisy figured that the park visitors hadn’t taken too kindly to the trainers, but also knew that trying to convince them otherwise would be futile and a relative waste of time. Although she felt uncomfortable with the negative attention, the black-haired girl turned back to her friends and focused on the more important task at hand: getting the Cutiefly to safety.
“Ella, it’s as much my fault as yours, so calm down,” Leisy said. “And Florence, that sounds like a good plan,” she said, nodding at Florence’s words. “We’ll be able to get the Cutiefly to safety the fastest this way. Take care, Florence. Give us a call with your Pokedex if anything comes up!” the girl said, waving to the brown-haired girl as she walked away.
“Yes, I believe so,” Leisy said in answer to Ella’s question. Although she wasn’t completely certain, Leisy figured that she could figure it out — even if that meant stopping a couple locals to ask for directions. “We’ll meet back at Florence’s then. Hope she feels better soon,” Leisy said, nodding at the Chikorita’s Pokeball as she made her leave. “And take care, Ella.”
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Shanae Eller
— Ironforge —“Timmy, dodge it!” Marvin called as his Pokemon attempted to leap out of the way. The feral Pokemon was too close, however, clipping the edge of the water-type’s tail.
“Endy, Water Pulse!” Shanae shouted. The Lapras complied, issuing forth a quick, succinct ring of water that shattered upon making contact with the rogue fire-type who roared in protest. “Now try Confuse Ray!”
“Timmy!” Marvin called in alarm as his Pokemon flinched back from the fire-type, who was growling and snarling at the new focus of its attention. “Are you alright?”
The Palpitoad nodded at its trainer, smiling and bouncing a nod again despite the chink in its webbed tail. Seeing that his Pokemon still wanted to stay in the game, Marvin steeled his heart and thought up his next move.
“Help Endy out with a Muddy Water!” he called to his Pokemon. The wild fire-type, having suffered enough of the large water-type’s jets of water, dodged the Lapras’ Confuse Ray with a snarl, launching itself at the Lapras. Fire blazed in its mouth, leaking out in fading blazes as Shanae recognized the incoming Fire Fang.
“Get him with a Confuse Ray when he’s close, Endy!” Shanae yelled, knowing that the water-type didn’t possess the agility to dodge the incoming attack while on land. Prepping his attack, the Lapras flung himself to the left so that his shell would take the brunt of the impact.
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