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Current Sometimes you spend so long looking for peace in someone else, you loose sight of that peace you can give yourself. Don't forget that guys.
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3 yrs ago
"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery. But today? Today is a gift. That is why it is called the present." -Master Oogway
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6 yrs ago
So many writing ideas, so little time to write. Being an adult sucks...
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6 yrs ago
It's the most fattening time of the year!
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7 yrs ago
There is a madness to my method. Or is there a method to my madness?
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Jason Connor






Jason knew the look on her face, the smile that wanted him to make some elaborate promise and fail to deliver. He'd seen in on the face of the bullies he used to beat the crap out of when they were faking giving the kids they picked on a false hope. However, this wasn't going to go the way those schoolyard fights had, because he was pretty sure he'd be in a headlock of death before he so much as twitched a leg muscle. So he did the only thing he could as he sighed and took a deep breath. "I have always done my damnedest to keep a promise and now won't change. If it's within my ability to do, I'll get it done. But I want to put emphasis on the within my ability part."
Jason Connor






Jason had known that there would be an ask, even as he related his tale at her request. The problem was he wasn't sure what he could offer this prime representation of gains that she probably couldn't get herself. Except maybe real coffee, but something tells me she enjoys this stuff. Still, he had to think of something, the trick would be what, and, if he was honest, there was no harm is what he was about to do. "Depends on what you need. I'm also on the path to become the region's champion, and I'll be doing a lot of traveling. Maybe I can bring something back for you?"
Jason Connor






When Superwoman spoke, Jason didn't hesitate to follow directions, entering as indicated and taking a seat without complaint. He was ninty-five percent sure, no matter how ridiculous it was, that if he didn't do what was asked of him, he'd be suplexed straight to Arceus and he enjoyed life just a little too much to risk it. When she set the what he hoped was coffee in front of him, he was quick to take a drink from it and found himself having to force his throat to gulp it down. Well now I know why her throat is fucking ripped, fucking hell. After finishing the sip, he turned his attention back to his hostess and took a deep breath before answering, keeping the fear of imminent death out of his voice. "I'm helping a researcher in Starbor find the Forest Deity, or at least learn more about it and I was directed to ask for your help in finding a shrine. I'm also curious about it myself admittedly." He paused and took another sip of his drink before saying, "I wasn't trying to intrude or anything, but I've already had a Scyther try and take my head off, literally, so I'm not in a rush to keep stumbling around blindly. Also your gains are impressive."
Jason Connor






The call out that someone was coming to answer the door was nothing but a relief to him, as it meant that the Pumpkaboo had been genuinely helpful and he would make the little guy a Poffin in thanks. The sound of the approaching person was...slightly intimidating, but if this was Helga, he was all for the help. Then she opened the door, the Houndstone barking at him as he stared up at the eight foot tall elderly woman with muscles that put all the time he spent on physical fitness to shame. I may be about to die... Her biceps looked like they had biceps of their own and...that was impressive. However, when she asked what he wanted, he steeled himself to answer. "I'm here looking for a shrine to the Forest Deity. I've been told that you have some idea of where it might be since you've been here in the deep woods for a long time."
Jason Connor






It would seem inquiring after a woman living out here was the right thing to do as the Pumpkaboo got excited and zoomed away, or started to before it turned to check and see if Jason was following. Blowing the pebble out of his nose, the aspiring champion was now faced with a choice. On the one hand, he was as prepared as he could be and had already done a bit of exploring here earlier. Everything was prone to violence and, on a lesser degree also looked super hungry too. The encounter with the Scyther always came to the forefront of Jason's mind when he came back here, but this whole endeavor was worth the risk to him. That said, there were stories all across the world of Ghost type Pokémon leading trainers and passerby astray and them never being heard from again. However, as the little pumpkin ghost sat and looked at him, his instincts didn't sense any kind of genuine deception and they weren't screaming at him to move away, and so he decides to follow the Pokémon to where it wanted to take him.

The trek was long, he thought, though it was hard to tell for sure, because the sun was essentially nonexistent under the boughs of the trees around him. And the exact path he'd followed to get this deep was unclear as well, as the only real landmark or indicator he was going in a specific direction was the Pumpkaboo itself, which, to the Pokémon's credit, would stop and make sure Jason was still following along the unseen path. Eventually, however, the Ghost type lead him to a clearing with a well kept and managed cabin in a clearing, where even more of the little Pumpkin Ghosts floated peacefully. Whistling, Jason was impressed by what he saw and, also, a bit concerned that the person he was looking for may have not wanted to be bothered. Stop that, she's the only one with any idea of what you need, so you're going to talk to her. Plus, as he approached the door to the cabin carefully, he might be able to snag one of these Pumpkaboo if they were feeling so inclined afterwards, but for now, he would just focus on what he'd say. He also couldn't help by look around at the clearing and how, compared to the rest of the Starbor Deepwoods, it seemed so peaceful and quiet, with the Pumpkaboo all just enjoying their lives.

Wonder what it took for it to be this maintained... He had seen the state of the rest of the deepwoods, the Ariados and Spinarak webbing, the Scyther and their intent to fucking murder anything that wasn't a Pokémon like the rest of the forests' inhabitants, and this was nothing like it. In fact, it was almost...idyllic. As he walked up the steps to the front door, Jason made a mental note to ask about it at some point before he knocked and prepared for whoever answered the door to be less than happy with him.
Rembrandt Township
April 13, X903
Suspicious Monster Sighting-Briefing
@Cello@Lunarlord34@Sanguine Rose


"Allow me to repeat myself. You will give me names, I will follow my orders from the Garrison commander and we'll get this done." The sergeant didn't budge, but his body was prepared to act, even before he could think. "I don't much care for first impressions and the little lady's about as likely to get an apology as I am to take leave in the next month with everything going on. You will not be intimidating your way out of having the assigned overwatch and I won't be intimidated into ignoring my superior officer. IF that's a problem, we can find another group of Rising Starborn mages to get this done, so make your choice and make it quick." If it wasn't already clear, Mark's anger didn't phase the man, nor did the temperature change seem to phase him.

"This is supposed to lay groundwork to establish with more of the guardsmen and townsfolk you all are not only capable but trustworthy, but you wanna piss that down the toilet over names, by all means. I don't even know the names of all the towns folk and I've lived here for six years."




Rembrandt Township
April 13, X903
Urgent Delivery-Rendezvous
@hatakekuro@Sanguine Rose


Damian returned Ria's hug with a smile and let the two mages say their pieces. However, before he could answer the other guild member's question, Ria did it for him and even carried on thinking out loud, making Damian chuckle as she walked away. Turning to the other mage, he indicated they should walk and talk. "The full name is Damian Pendragon and you could say I was in Pergrande awhile before most other immigrant mages, have something of a reputation. Though I've lived here for some years now, I hail originally from Fiore, like most immigrant mages you'll meet nowadays. Spent some time in the Magic Council's Rune Knights and then retired when the bureaucracy got too much for me to feel I could do my job. Nowadays I mostly just keep to myself aside from visits to the guild hall and the odd drinking night with Jenna and most of the other founding members. My daughter actually just joined the guild as you all were heading out on jobs."

Upon reaching the caravan, Damian waved at the two mages and went to settle into the passenger seat of one of the vehicles while horses were brought out for the guardsmen and Nolan and Ria. It was clear that the convoy didn't plan to go faster than necessary, especially with the threats floating out on the roads. The head of the convoy looked between the six and nodded before calling for the group to move out and, after a few minutes moving through town, they were on the open road. The driver Damian rode with glanced at him. "You, uh, sure you don't want to help out? Even I know who you are." The Lord of Steel and Fire chuckles.

"They'd have nothing to gain from me taking the field. The guardsmen are too green and Ria lacks confidence. As for the other mage...I don't know much about him, not but a name. So I also have something to learn from watching him work." The driver simply sighed and nodded, focusing on the road from that point.




Rembrandt Township
April 13, X903
Rising Starborn Guild Hall
@Cello@samreaper@twave


Jenna was attentive to each introduction and listened to Ariel especially, watching her change forms and elements with an eyebrow raised in interest. When D'angelo was done with his own showboating, she nodded to each person. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you both and, if you so wish, am happy to welcome you to the guild. In your case, Miss Ariel, it may be most prudent to join the guild. Most of the members are still wary of the non-members who drift in and out with a couple of exceptions and it would make your search for help easier. Mister D'angelo, I thank you for taking the time to stop in on our humble hall on a day of happiness, and if you wish for more consistent income, am welcome to stay around and join as I said. And, now that I think about it," reaching one hand towards Ariel, it shifts to take on a furred appearance, the claws normally at the end of her fingers retracted, "this might help for what I can offer myself, Miss Ariel."
Jason Connor






Jason was still sputtering and grumbling about the face full of dirt his stupid ass had just gotten when he heard the Pokemon speak up. Spitting out the last of the dirt, he looks up to find the source of moving brush and light was a Pumpkaboo, a ghost/grass type Pokemon that, compared to the reasons other ghost types sought out people, was fairly tame. Standing up and brushing himself off, Jason smiled. "I'm alright, little one, just tripped on a root is all. You, uh, happen to know if there's a gal out here who never leaves?" It wasn't unreasonable to ask, since it was probably a local to the forest.
Rembrandt Township
April 13, X903
Urgent Delivery-Rendezvous
@hatakekuro@Sanguine Rose


The corporal seemed to doubt the two of them for a moment, but after looking at Nolan for a long minute, he sighed. "You both can probably fight better than we can. Been in the guard for two years and the most dangerous thing any of us has faced were Vulcans, which aren't a huge threat anymore. Not exactly great for preparing us for an escort job but...it was quiet until recently. Well, no point in delaying, let's head out." As the two guardsmen turned to go back over to the caravan, which was getting ready to leave, and join their two companions, Damian would walk up behind them, whistling to himself before he realized he recognized Ria.

"Well, well, Miss Ria, fancy seeing you in the guard's command center!" Despite his gruffer exterior, he seemed to be putting on an air of relaxed energy, but his eyes betrayed just how aware he was, watching everything he could see. The twin revolvers and large sword on his back spoke to his time as a fighter, but there were no obvious signs besides that. He was already moving forward with his speech. "I see you two decided to help with the escort job, which means I can travel as the passenger I'm supposed to be and let you two do the fighting."




Rembrandt Township
April 13, X903
Suspicious Monster Sighting-Briefing
@Cello@Lunarlord34@Sanguine Rose


The trio would immediately be ushered to one of the briefing rooms in the Town Guard's command center when they arrived, where a man was waiting for them, sergeant stripes on his shoulder and a large rifle on his back. When the door closed behind the three, he turned around and appraised them before sighing. "The lightning twerp, the silent one, and one competent mage. Suppose it could be worse. Before we begin, I need to see the job request." When Mark presented it, with the seal from the garrison commander, he nodded. "Alright, that's all I need. Names Sergeant Monreu, usually leading a marksman squad for a job like this, but there's just too many variables. Fortunately, when we compared our records of the mystery lightning monster's attack to the description of the beasty we'll be taking down, it doesn't seem to match up, so it isn't that."

He sighs as he pulls up a map of the surrounding forest. "However, because we don't know what it's capable of, we're still going to take things cautiously. I'm not here to give orders or anything, the commander asked me to provide overwatch incase you attract the big lightning bastard and warn you if it shows up. First things first, though, might I get names instead of calling you the nicknames the guard has for you all?"
Jason Connor






The memory of his encounter with the Scythers were still fresh in his mind as Jason returned to the deep woods and he was careful for numerous additional reasons as it came back. After a couple of hours, he realized that even though he knew he was looking for a person, searching the woods as he was had revealed neither a person nor a path they might use to navigate the deep woods. This is getting me nowhere, and yet I don't have any other leads to go on. And it's not like I can get a guide because no one's ventured into this area in a long time. Couple that with the fact that I'm also playing dodge the Scyther and let's not hit a cliff hang or walk into a hunder Spinarak or Ariados's web and...yeah...this was ill-advised at best.

However, as he was beginning to seriously consider just turning back and seeing if there was a safer venue to explore for the time being, one that didn't risk him getting lost in the depths of the forest, for example, he heard moving foliage behind him. Turning quickly, he also spots the strange light and frowns. On the one hand, this could be another Pokemon that wants to take his head off, but on the other hand...Fuck it. Moving carefully forwards, he attempts to see what the source of the light is without giving himself away.
Rembrandt Township
April 13, X903
Urgent Delivery-Rendezvous
@hatakekuro@Sanguine Rose


The Corporal looked at the hand Nolan offered and then back at Nolan's face, suspicion evident in his eyes and clearly he was hesitant to take the proferred hand. One of the other guardsmen came up behind him. "Corporal, we need to make this work, that monster fucked too many of us up." He whispered it to the man and, after a moment, the Corporal took it and shook, though his grip needed some work.

"A pleasure, mister Waltz. I'm Corporal Nalen, Rembrandt Town Guard, as you know." He waited until Ria was done to continue. "A pleasure, to meet you as well, Miss Ria. As you've been briefed, we're here to work with the two of you and..." He tried to keep his front but something was lurking and an elbow from the man who'd whispered to him before made him speak up. "And we'd like to ask that you take the front of the caravan." The other man spoke up.

"Hi, PFC Tanson, and...I've got to be honest, since the Corporal won't, we don't have enough experience to take point on this. Usually the Sergeant sends men and women who've been with the guards for a few years longer than we have, but most of them got hurt in the last monster attack." Another young man came up and added to the story.

"The one's who aren't the garrison commander is loathe to send away in the event the monster attacks again, so that leaves us greener guys." The corporal glared at the two men beneath him, while the third combination watched and continued speaking with the wagon operators, before sighing.

"They're right, and the Sergeant and Garrison commander wanted people who could fight with us in case the thing attacks the caravan." He looked between the two mages. "You two...can fight, right?" This was said with genuine curiosity and concern, not the mistrust that had been in his voice before.
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