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Achronum@Hekazu I had Mistletoe throw her curtain at the jailor in my last post. Am I to assume it had no effect and she should try something else, or?
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Leisy Takigawa
— Greenhaven —“Vivian! It’s great that you’re back,” Leisy said, grinning.“It really has been too long.”
The last time she’d seen Vivian, she’d been uncertain of many things; how to comfort her new friend, how to face her failures, and how to get strong enough so that she’d stop failing — those were all questions that haunted her at the time. Through her most recent journeys, however, she’d learned to, if not put those questions completely behind her, understand that sometimes not having an answer is okay — especially if she had friends at her side.
“This is Florence. It was her Chikorita — Vernie — who the poachers stole,” Leisy said when Vivian asked. “The poachers — they seem only to be getting more organized and daring. Someone needs to do something. Preferably us.”
A glance down at the Pupitar at her side, with his steady, solid gaze as he chewed on one of the offered Pokemon snacks, told Leisy that that her Pokemon agreed. Still, Ella, Florence, and she had walked past sunset and well into the night to get to Vivian’s campsite, and all three were drained. Vivian too looked like she had seen better days, so — despite the fact that all four of the girls were probably rearing to go in their minds — Leisy figured that someone had to voice the obvious.
“We need rest,” she said, covering a yawn of her own. “The food was a great perk-up, Vivian, but we’re all drained from the walk to Greenhaven. Is there anywhere we can make camp here, or should we head to the Greenhaven Pokemon Center?”
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With that, she exited into the hallway and headed back to the library, hefting the curtain experimentally in her hand. It was heavy, but that worked to her benefit. It’d be a good distraction, however quickly destroyed.
Mistletoe rounded the corner into the library, eyes scanning the toppled shelves briskly. A bellow snapped her head over in time to catch Derrick and the Jailor struggling against some sort of misty chain. From their previous encounter, it'd been clear that the Jailor was the gargoyle in command and therefore probably the strongest. There were a few gargoyles gathered by the other side of the room, but Kenza was nowhere in sight.
Assuming the worst, Mistletoe thought, swallowing her sadness, that leaves me and Derrick.
So, going along with the trend of doing selfless acts that may very well get her killed, Mistletoe rushed at the struggling pair. Using her momentum, Mistletoe flung the curtain she'd been carrying at the gargoyle-like beast, hoping that it would serve as a sufficient distraction.
"Derrick!" Mistletoe hissed to the other hunter. "We need to go!"
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Mistletoe rounded the corner into the library, eyes scanning the toppled shelves briskly. A bellow snapped her head over in time to catch Derrick and the Jailor struggling against some sort of misty chain. From their previous encounter, it'd been clear that the Jailor was the gargoyle in command and therefore probably the strongest. There were a few gargoyles gathered by the other side of the room, but Kenza was nowhere in sight.
Assuming the worst, Mistletoe thought, swallowing her sadness, that leaves me and Derrick.
So, going along with the trend of doing selfless acts that may very well get her killed, Mistletoe rushed at the struggling pair. Using her momentum, Mistletoe flung the curtain she'd been carrying at the gargoyle-like beast, hoping that it would serve as a sufficient distraction.
"Derrick!" Mistletoe hissed to the other hunter. "We need to go!"
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The handler Moerae made out with little difficulty; she’d met a few members of the organization during her time as a trainee, and if there was one thing uniting them all other than the name of the organization, it was their unsettlingly relaxed mannerisms. It was as if, because they didn’t dirty their hands, they were somehow “above” the Claymores they handled. That said, Moerae didn’t think her opinion of them mattered much anyway. Few were ill-behaved enough to truly unsettle her, and her job description didn’t require her to put up with her handlers for long anyway.
Former rank four… That’s a high-ranking Awakened. Higher than any I’ve tackled so far, Moerae thought after the handler had disappeared into the woods. She’d thought no more of the smug man after he disappeared, instead choosing to focus on the task at hand. Nodding at Gideon, Moerae followed his lead and pace towards the west. Well-trodden dirt paths through grassland gave way to a sparse forest, the path disappearing as trees faded into rubble.
What made them desert this place? Moerae wondered, passing an lone stone arch that must have once been a doorway into a large building. All that was left now, however, was a faint stone outline of the structure and some slabs piled here and there. This was a large building once, but it seems most of the structures around the keep have long crumbled.
Soon enough the main keep was in sight, tall and proud amongst the ruins beside it. It was still a while off, but Moerae figured that now was the time to talk strategy, if there was going to be one.
“Are we going to go in with a plan?” she asked, slowing to a stop. Reaching out with her senses, Moerae found that the entire area — including the main keep — seemed devoid of life. Either the Awakened was out hunting at the moment, or it was smart enough to have supressed its Yoki.
Does it know that we’re here? Moerae wondered, anxiety creeping in. She hadn’t even hunted an Awakened under rank twenty before, much less a single digit like a former rank four. Although it was comforting that she had the current rank three paired with her, Moerae felt like the mission seemed a little mismatched. The Awakened the mission detailed was of higher rank than herself, not to mention the fact that Awakened Beings generally saw their former talents increase exponentially when they tap into their hidden wells of Yoki. Does the organization really think that a rank three and a rank twelve can take down an Awakened rank four on their own?
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Former rank four… That’s a high-ranking Awakened. Higher than any I’ve tackled so far, Moerae thought after the handler had disappeared into the woods. She’d thought no more of the smug man after he disappeared, instead choosing to focus on the task at hand. Nodding at Gideon, Moerae followed his lead and pace towards the west. Well-trodden dirt paths through grassland gave way to a sparse forest, the path disappearing as trees faded into rubble.
What made them desert this place? Moerae wondered, passing an lone stone arch that must have once been a doorway into a large building. All that was left now, however, was a faint stone outline of the structure and some slabs piled here and there. This was a large building once, but it seems most of the structures around the keep have long crumbled.
Soon enough the main keep was in sight, tall and proud amongst the ruins beside it. It was still a while off, but Moerae figured that now was the time to talk strategy, if there was going to be one.
“Are we going to go in with a plan?” she asked, slowing to a stop. Reaching out with her senses, Moerae found that the entire area — including the main keep — seemed devoid of life. Either the Awakened was out hunting at the moment, or it was smart enough to have supressed its Yoki.
Does it know that we’re here? Moerae wondered, anxiety creeping in. She hadn’t even hunted an Awakened under rank twenty before, much less a single digit like a former rank four. Although it was comforting that she had the current rank three paired with her, Moerae felt like the mission seemed a little mismatched. The Awakened the mission detailed was of higher rank than herself, not to mention the fact that Awakened Beings generally saw their former talents increase exponentially when they tap into their hidden wells of Yoki. Does the organization really think that a rank three and a rank twelve can take down an Awakened rank four on their own?
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Aedre Charbonnet
— Mesalon Pokemon Center —“Well, considering that I’m still alive and well, and that I’ve met a group of people I’d be willing to befriend in a heartbeat, I’d say she’s a pretty good lucky charm if I’ve ever seen one,” Aedre said, loudly enough so that the normal-type could hear the compliment. When the Togepi looked back and stuck her tongue out at her trainer, Aedre laughed, turning back to Amber. Listening closely as the researcher explained her question, Aedre paused.
If things hadn’t gone smoothly… Well, she liked to be honest about things. It simplified matters, and it avoided the bumps in the road people beating around the bush often had to deal with. From what Amber told her, Aedre guessed that Amber was most likely writing to a friend or sibling — the latter being more likely since the researcher seemed truly concerned about the person she was addressing her words to. That said, Aedre knew that delicacy was of importance here. She hadn’t had many friends growing up, but those that she had she’d treasured. If she was writing to one of them, and they were looking to be a Pokemon trainer…
“Well, honestly, I’d tell them the truth,” Aedre said carefully, not wanting her words to come off as harsh as they would without the proper phrasing. Amber had asked for her opinion, and Aedre wanted to give her honest one. She felt connected to the other girl, perhaps by their shared love of Pokemon and science, and perhaps by their time together. Either way, she believed Amber to be a person of admirable characteristics, and — if possible, with what she was about to say — Aedre wanted to reciprocate the kindness she’d been shown. “Pokemon training… it’s hard, and it’s not for everyone. If someone you care about wants to be a Pokemon trainer, I think the best thing to do is not sugar-coat things so that they get their expectations up too much. Maybe the truth will swerve them off-track, but I believe that anyone who truly loves Pokemon will easily overcome that.”
Aedre finished her sentence, offering Amber a hesitant smile. That… probably wasn’t what she was looking for. “That’s my honest opinion. If them being put off by the truth is a big issue, they probably aren’t meant to be a trainer deep inside. But, if this is a friend of yours, Amber, I think you should trust your shared love of Pokemon and just tell them the truth. Pokemon — there’s little more amazing than working with them, and I don’t think anyone who truly loves Pokemon could be completely detered from working with them.”
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Leisy Takigawa
— Greenhaven —“Why don’t you take a rest. I’ll have Devinco handle the sandy parts,” Leisy told Bidein. The Fletchinder seemed to want to protest, but he held back, looking over the deserty expanse ahead.
Looking out for me until the end, Leisy thought, a smile on her face. Using two fingers to scratch the bird’s chin, Leisy whispered a “see you later” and returned her fire-type, swapping his Pokeball out for Devinco’s.
“Hey there, Devi,” Leisy said, flashing a smile at the Pupitar as she retrieved a small pouch from her bag. “Soft Sand,” she explained, tying the rope around her Pokemon’s shell securely. “There you are. This will probably make your sandstorms slightly more interesting”
Peering at the pouch curiously, the Pupitar seemed to be rather dubious and confused as to what his trainer meant, but he didn’t question in any farther. From there, he and his trainer moved with the group through the market, picking up some local berries and specialties before venturing out of town. Leading the way through the desert with the cactus-like Pokemon belonging to the brown-haired trainer, he felt — while wary of the unfamilar terrain — rather comfortable as compared to the sweating trainers behind him. It was only after the sun went down that Devinco started to feel restless, irritated by the cold.
“It finally cooled down,” Leisy said, relieved as she continued on. Her one regret throughout the afternoon was not buying a pair of sunglasses; her eyes, skin, and lungs all felt parched after the walk. “We’ll probably get there soon.”
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The bite of fresh air made Kenza hesitate, looking back briefly — where were Derrick and Mistletoe? However, the time-old yet oft unspoken hunter mantra ran through her head: every man for himself. The chances of her getting up back through the opening she’d fallen through were slim, and she wasn’t certain she’d be able to do anything useful if she got back up anyway. So, off she went, sprinting through the trees. Living, she could feed her family. Risking her life for others’ and winding up dead — that was never what she signed up to do.
Mistletoe, figuring that she ought not to stay in any one place for too long, took to the stairwell quickly after examining the scene outside fo the window. As the deadweight of the group, she would be the one dragging them down in battle, especially if either of her teammates treated her as an equal. Solitary hunting was straightforward in that aspect: you were a lone wolf; you live, hunt, and die alone should the occasion call for it. Working with a team… Mistletoe felt a twinge of guilt as she looked to the stairwell.
This is probably the most idiotic choice, she thought, ripping the curtain from its place above the window and heading back to the door she came from. But running and picking your fights isn’t always the answer.
With that, she exited into the hallway and headed back to the library, hefting the curtain experimentally in her hand. It was heavy, but that worked to her benefit. It’d be a good distraction, however quickly destroyed.
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Mistletoe, figuring that she ought not to stay in any one place for too long, took to the stairwell quickly after examining the scene outside fo the window. As the deadweight of the group, she would be the one dragging them down in battle, especially if either of her teammates treated her as an equal. Solitary hunting was straightforward in that aspect: you were a lone wolf; you live, hunt, and die alone should the occasion call for it. Working with a team… Mistletoe felt a twinge of guilt as she looked to the stairwell.
This is probably the most idiotic choice, she thought, ripping the curtain from its place above the window and heading back to the door she came from. But running and picking your fights isn’t always the answer.
With that, she exited into the hallway and headed back to the library, hefting the curtain experimentally in her hand. It was heavy, but that worked to her benefit. It’d be a good distraction, however quickly destroyed.
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