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| Lane Reid | Apr 29 2010, 11:44 AM Post #1 |
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Big Family Get-Together In this episode... The sea level is rising, and the port near Sunnyshore settlement has been flooded. A busy but worried Venis has asked Lane to collect his aloof cousin, Maddison, from the increasingly dangerous shore. Perhaps she will encounter other humans or pokemon wandering around, too. She had found him with relative ease; Robespierre's speed and keen eyes had made short work of the matter. The honchcrow seemed pleased with himself. On a baren shore covered in a spread of murky water, it was easy to find a blonde with a red neckerchief...even if he was quite diminutive. Yes, that was the easy part. The hard part would be actually speaking to him. Lane had been warned that Maddison had very little fondness for the rest of the Aubraume family. Lane also suspected that an aloof, independent individual such as Maddison might resent finding out that some strange girl had been sent to 'check up on him.' She'd have to present the matter carefully, and be careful not to belittle him. "Robespierre, let's land, shall we?" She patted the side of his 'hat' affectionately, causing the plumage to ruffle slightly. With the slightest of nods he gave curt confirmation that he had heard her, and began to ease into a wide arch. He knew that Lane did not handle a sharp descent well, so he circled around again and again, tracing an invisible corkscrew into the air. Robespierre came upon the flooded beach, beating the water a little as he tried to settle in it-- how undignified. He didn't much care for the feeling of a cold, wet underside and wet sand between his talons. However, it was his duty to Lane. Ah Lane... she didn't seem to mind at all. He watched her fondly as she slid off of his back and waded towards lepetite human about 30 meters away, waving her arms broadly. Robespierre may have supposed that she didn't mind the sensation of slimy, cold water around her calves....but she did. She didn't show it, but OH she did mind. Cold cold cold slime oh she could feel it seeping in through her socks with every step she took, GOD she wished she had some boots. She concluded that she should get some boots. Was this going to ruin her current shoes? Ah!-- this wasn't the time for such irrelevant thoughts. She returned her full attention to the figure she'd been struggling her way towards. "Hello there-- are you Maddison?" she called in a very carefully casual but friendly voice. Edited by Lane Reid, Apr 29 2010, 08:37 PM.
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| Hello Dear | Apr 29 2010, 06:36 PM Post #2 |
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It’s really terrible when things don’t go as planned. It’s even worse when it was your idea that got everyone in this mess in the first place. The wind was chill as it breezed past, as was usual being near the sea, sending goose bumps down the Mick’s partially exposed arms. Perched uncomfortably on a large boulder only a few paces away from the gradually advancing surf, the teen sat looking at ease, his violet eyes fixed blankly towards the vast ocean. Beside him, Persian yawned languidly, stretching out in the warm, powder-like sand. Truth of the matter was, as relaxed as these two behaved at the moment, they were, to a degree, undeniably and hopelessly lost. “Where are we?” Persian seemed to ask, the Pokemon’s deep brown eyes boring deep into Mick’s. Laziness and the general avoidance of work (speaking included) was a fairly common characteristic among feline Pokemon, and Persian, the quintessential of all that was cat, lived this dogma to its fullest. “We’re by the ocean, of course, Sparta,” Mick answered, smiling cheekily. Growling slightly, Persian sprung to his feet and slinked behind the boulder and out of sight, obviously not amused by Mick’s sense of humor. Chuckling at Persian’s irritable response, Mick didn’t think much of it. It was only natural that Persian would be cranky like this: they were lost (all credit to Mick himself), hungry, cold, and by the largest body of water known to Pokemon-hood. Persian was only being Persian. “Aww, don’t be like that!” Mick laughed, spinning around on his rock as if it was swivel chair. “You should have told be we were going the wrong way!” “I did,” Persian snorted indignantly, flopping onto his side so that his back faced Mick. Mick slid off his rock and landed in the sand with a muffled thud. “Well, as the responsible one, I think it was your responsibility to convince me otherwise,” replied to no one in particular. When Persian did not reply, Mick laughed again and trotted off in the opposite direction. True, it was the boy’s fault that they went the way they did in the beginning, but it was only Persian who held any sort of compass, let it be moral or geographical, and in a way, it was Persian’s duty to make sure they were heading in the right direction at the correct pace, always. On Mick’s end, he was the instigator and the go-getter, making sure that they DID go forward in the end, by any means necessary through whatever obstacle was put in their way. Although both pieces were able to function independently from each other, they, like many things, worked better as a whole. “I’ll give him some time to relax to himself,” Mick though to himself, walking leisurely down the coast, kicking up clouds of pale sand as he went along. After a brief moment of silence, not to far away, the sound of beating wings and the splashing of water caught Mick’s ears. Speeding up a bit to see what was up, Mick caught sight of a girl and a little blonde boy with their two Pokemon, the girl and her Honchkrow wading clumsily in the briny water. The boy, in contrast, looked positively at home, if not for the slightly uneasy expression written plainly on his face. "Hello there-- are you Maddison?" the girl called out pleasantly. Oh, a first encounter? Plopping himself down on a sandbank far enough not to draw too much attention to himself, Mick contented himself with watching the scene unfold before him. “What the hey,” Mick breathed. “I have time,” (( IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I'VE RPED LAST. * A* /attempts to get the feeling back. ALSO made some liberties with Maddison's expression, because IDK what he looks like rite nao. )) Edited by Hello Dear, Apr 29 2010, 07:04 PM.
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| EmptySlate | Apr 29 2010, 08:03 PM Post #3 |
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The little girl was sunbathing, for lack of a better word. .....But perhaps it would be more accurate to call it 'cloudbathing,' seeing as the sun was being quite the shy little flaming ball of fire, and was currently hiding behind a bright puff of cloud. She focused her slate blue-eyed gaze onto the cloud, trying to assign a shape to it. "....I'd say it looks a bit like Tourmaline's head," she finally decided, pointing a finger to designate the particular cloud as "it." Slate, always bobbing by her head, jingled slightly as if saying, 'I agree with you, Charlotta~,' which happened to be the concept projected into the pale-haired girl's head. She smiled happily, trailing her fingertips in the water, but having to reach slightly to even brush the clear surface of the waves. That was, of course, the drawback to using Spinel as a pseudo-Lapras; the Tropius's name may have also ended in an "s," but he was, in fact, not a Lapras, nor was he a first class boat. He was, in essence, a Tropius that Charlotta had deemed "MY RAFT" for the day. What the poor Tropius did not understand was why he was put on "MY RAFT" duty, when Shale actually knew how to Surf, and was a perfectly acceptable raft as well. The three of them; Spinel, the Tropius-turned-raft; Slate, the seeing-eye-Chingling; and their capricious "What?" the petite girl asked aloud, staring up at the sky once more. She remained silent for a short while, before speaking. "...Spinel, can you take us back to dry land?" Silence. She seemed to be thinking, while staring straight up at the sky with her clouded blue eyes. She nodded, still staring up at the sky while Spinel guided the trio back to land. Slate faced in the same direction as the Tropius, and Charlotta closed her eyes as if she meant to fall asleep. ....if she thought she could get away with it, she would have. Several moments later, the 10-year-old's feet were on solid ground once more (as solid as sand could get), and she was fixing her poncho and dress, with Slate's help. She had grown used to the concept of "mobile eyes" a while ago, but there still was an odd sense of detachment to the entire process. And that was when it happened. Someone kicked a cloud of sand at her. She winced slightly, and, being the brave little girl she was, Charlotta was hiding behind Spinel in case of more sand clouds. However, it seemed like the INSTIGATOR OF SAND-KICKAGE hadn't noticed, being that Spinel perhaps looked like a tropical tree, rather than a Pokemon? ...maybe. Or perhaps it was because the INSTIGATOR OF SAND KICKAGE had a strong kick and so the sand flew further than what was normally possible. ....or maybe she was just being melodramatic because it was slightly windy and so a bit of sand had blown at her. Perhaps the world would never know. Nevertheless, the petite girl went through the motions of darting her head back and forth, while Slate scanned the area. |
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| pkmnprof | Apr 29 2010, 08:32 PM Post #4 |
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The aforementioned blonde boy was resting on the beach, if you could call it that. There was about ten feet left of sand before the grass invaded the beach. Usually there was at least twenty feet of sand between the grass and the water's edge. The little boy, dressed strangely in a pair of brown shorts, a white shirt, and a rather boisterous red collar was sitting on a blanket, having a picnic. An Abra sat on his lap, greedily licking at a sliced piece of meat as Maddison unpacked their picnic basket. He was just about to pass out sandwiches, which his scyther, sitting to his right, cut in half. Next to the scyther sat a rather rambunctious jolteon, adorning a large leather belt around his neck. He leapt up over and over, nipping at the sandwiches as Maddison passed them to the scyther. Beside the jolteon sat a rather mischievous sableye, who was greedily licking his lips as the food was sliced and being prepared. The dark pokèmon rubbed his hands together, eyes glinting in the sunlight. A loud "PIIIII-KAAAA!" trumpeted out from behind them, interrupting the serene scene as most pikachu did. The little beast was holding a basket full of oranges over his head, running at top speed towards the other pokèmon. Behind him ran a croagunk, who watched the oranges from the little mouse's basket fall onto the floor, giggling as each one plunked against the grass. Behind the croagunk trailed a cubone, who was picking up each fallen orange, laughing along with the acidic frog skipping about in front of him. Maddison waved to the trio as they set down, passing each one of his pokès a sandwich. However, lunch was cut short as he was addressed, the little blonde boy turned around in surprise, though his face gave none of this away. Looking rather nonchalant, perhaps the polar opposite of his extremely animated cousin, Venis, the boy merely blinked slowly and stood, bare feet gripping the sand, forcing it in-between his toes as he meandered towards Lane. He proposed a hand to her, nodding in affirmation of her question. "Indeed, Maddison Aubrame. It's a pleausre, miss...?" Suddenly, with the arrival of a boy and his rather comical persian counterpart and a little girl with an impressive team, most notably a tropius that apparently knew surf, Maddison realized that this place was becoming extremely overpopulated. Becoming nervous, he self-consciously tucked his head into his turtle-like collar, cheeks reddening as he delivered a glare to their general direction. It was not a glare of distaste as much as a glare to mask embarrassment, being unused to so much activity on this rather small cove. In fact, he lived just up the beach, in an almost hobbit-esque overgrown cottage built into the side of a nearby hill. He'd picked the home only half because of his appreciation for J.R. Tolkien, and otherwise because of its seclusion and its uncanny ability to hide in plain sight. "Are they with you?" Maddison asked quietly, pointing towards the other trainers. Edited by pkmnprof, Apr 30 2010, 10:54 PM.
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| Lane Reid | Apr 29 2010, 09:57 PM Post #5 |
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Lane waded her way towards the shore, especially aware of the crackling, cold snap of her soaked, salty socks meeting the air as the water receded. She watched the water, and felt that it seemed to lap at the shore hungrily, as if it wanted to take in more of the beach but was slightly too full to do so at the moment. Pushing that thought from her mind, she smiled back at the boy on the grassy knoll above the sand. "Lane's fine. Lane Reid. It's nice to meet you too--" Lane cut herself off when Maddison inquired about the people she'd yet to notice. Well, she had noticed that they existed, but only in a passing manner, such as when one walks past a dozen people without recalling a single face. Her interest slightly piqued, she turned to pick out and examine who Maddison might be referring to. "No, I came alone," she said distractedly as she tried to find and take in the people Maddison referred to. Yes-- there was a little girl over there who seemed quite at home...and a boy over that way just...chilling out. Honestly, did any of these kids have any idea what was going on in the ocean? "Honestly...I'm a little alarmed as to why so many kids are out in this area..." She looked on with concern at the little girl in particular, and then addressed Robespierre, "Go and say hi to her and her pokemon, would you? Be a gentleman. " Robespeirre gave a deep bow and then glided on over to Charlotta. She climbed her way up the dune to the grass, and then flopped herself down backwards into the delicious bed of greenery. After a long flight, this felt exceptionally good. She'd take a moment like this, while she waited for Maddison to answer, and for Robespierre to coax the little girl over for Lane's inquiry. |
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| EmptySlate | Apr 29 2010, 10:13 PM Post #6 |
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Charlotta was enjoying the sun, lifting up her face to the sudden appearance of bright sunlight. Slate, as well, was enjoying the way that the sun made him feel quite shiny and SHINY. She seemed, however, totally unaware to the presence of other people, and was instead fascinated with basking in the sun. In fact, she had even forgotten the offense of the sand kicker from earlier. How odd. She heard the flapping of wings, and, on trained instinct, turned to stare blankly at the Honchkrow, while Slate's reaction was slightly slower. Charlotta stared unblinkly at the general direction of where she assumed the Honchkrow was, while Slate communicated with the fellow Pokemon. Slate floated Charlotta's head, resulting in the little girl becoming rather disoriented with her surroundings. '<i>Whaat do you waant~?</i>' Slate seemed to jingle in a rather singsong and playful tone. He bobbed back and forth, causing Charlotta's head to spin slightly, and she leaned against Spinel for support, slouching backwards over her mount of sorts. ...Come to think of it, the beach was....a lot closer than it used to be. It was times like this when it would have made sense for Charlotta to carry a radio, she was terribly behind the times without it. .....the girl frowned, doing a quick pat check on her bag; didn't she carry a radio.....? Huh. |
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| KestrelWings | May 2 2010, 09:43 AM Post #7 |
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Kes stood on a dune at what she believed to be a reasonably safe distance away from the water's edge. At least, it's a reasonably safe distance at the MOMENT, she thought as she watched the crashing surf with a decidedly worried expression. Close beside her stood a truly gigantic Noctowl, who was plainly enjoying the feel of the sea-breeze ruffling his feathers. Facing into the wind, he hooted with pleasure and flapped his enormous wings, almost knocking Kes over in the process. Jolted out of her dark mood, Kes laughed and gave the bird a playful shove. "Well I see at least somebody here is enjoying himself. Just don't forget why we came here, Artie. We're not here to play," she remonstrated, though she couldn't help but grin. She didn't go to the beach very often, so this was something of a treat for her feathered companion. Sighing, she dragged a few strands of her blonde hair out of her eyes and turned her gaze back to the restless sea. Several days earlier, Kes had heard a radio announcement about the apparently-rising sea level. Mere hours later, she was flooded with letters to deliver to various port towns, all from people anxious about the safety of friends and loved ones. Since then, she and Artryx had flown up and down the coast so many times that she'd lost count, along with several other just-as-harried mail-carriers. Finally, exhausted, the two were allowed a break for the day, though truthfully Kes would have rather been anywhere but the beach at the moment. The wind picked up suddenly, kicking up a cloud of sand and making Kes's long ponytail whip out behind her. Artryx trilled and puffed up, shaking the sand loose from his feathers, then snapped his wide-eyed gaze to look further up the shore. After a moment, Kes heard the commotion that had caught the owl's interest--several people and Pokemon were gathered on the beach. Several of the people seemed to be children. Kes frowned slightly. "Of all the times to be hanging out on the beach, why in the world would they pick now? Didn't they hear the warning?" she muttered. Even so, her curiosity was piqued, and she began walking towards the group of trainers. Artryx hopped along behind her, jumping into her footprints and stirring up great clouds of sand with his wings as he went. |
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| GOD | May 2 2010, 10:55 AM Post #8 |
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vivienne had been watching the others carefully with two beloved pokemon in tow; a female pikachu on her shoulders and an eevee trying to get a better look. vivienne shot a glance over towards the eevee as she slowly slithered closer to the pokemon and trainers the distance away. with a sigh, the human would bend down and pick up the little foxen creature, earning a snort. the pikachu just grinned. vivenne was a shy lass, didn't want to get involved with those who didn't involve her. meanwhile, her pokemon were quite the opposite. lanie, the pikachu, leaped from her shoulders and walked over to the eevee, speaking in a low voice. without further ado, the pikachu and eevee ran off to get a better view of the creatures, leaving poor vivienne to wonder what she did wrong. "l-lanie? lily? ....shit." |
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| pkmnprof | May 2 2010, 11:30 AM Post #9 |
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Maddison looked on in astonishment, and instead of furthering conversation, retreated to his picnic. Giving a frantic look to his Scyther, the creature sliced sandwiches a little quicker as the group sat down to eat. The praying mantis heaved himself up, offering Lane a sandwich. Maddy looked at Lane, now planted in the grass. He looked excruciatingly flustered, but kept quiet. As the eevee and pikachu appeared from God knows where, the boy split another sandwich and handed a half to each of them. "Here," he instructed lovingly, "this is good, try it." The strawberry blonde chowed down on his own sandwich, his sableye, abra, and cubone took seats on his lap, each one shoving each other. The boy tried to remain peaceful, but it was obvious his pokèmon were a bit riled up by all the attention. He sighed, upset with how many people were near him now, attempting to just ignore them. His ever-so-sweet pikachu waddled over to him, offering the little boy an orange. Maddison's cheeks turned red as the concerned little rabbit stared up at him. He petted it and then begun peeling the orange. A couple weary glances back would have him notice Kes, Vivienne, Mick, and Charlotta. With a nervous laugh, he instructed his croagunk, scyther, pikachu, and jolteon to go make friends. And that they did. Croagunk ran off towards Kes, scyther to Mick, pikachu to Charlotta, and jolteon rushed off toward Vivienne, attempting to woo her two companions to follow him back to her. |
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| Lane Reid | May 2 2010, 05:03 PM Post #10 |
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Lane often struggled with tact, even when she was making a conscious effort to be tactful. She was quite aware that this boy was shy to the point of some visible distress, and so she tactfully didn't say anything else right away. However, her researcher's eye had also noticed that he had a loving manner with his pokemon, and a particularly advanced understanding with them. This awkward boy, and his scyther, in particular, could get an idea across successfully with just a glance. Lane found this uncommon level of communication both fascinating and beautiful....and OH-SO-RELEVANT to her interests. And so, despite her attempts to be tactful, she was staring at Maddison and his pokemon constantly and conspicuously. She was taking in every detail, figuring at how she'd write about it later, and formulating a plan to propose an interview... As his scyther came over and offered her a sandwich, she nodded with respectful gratitude. She was careful not to smile too broadly. Daintily, she began nibbling on the sandwich, which helped to make her staring seem less intense as she continued to observe. This Maddison received strangers who were pokemon much more naturally than humans. Hm...perhaps she should take Anna out...actually she rather should anyway, Anna hated being cooped up in that clumsy-but-ingenious ball contraption. It had been necessary for her to come along on the flight, but-- yes. Lane hastened to pull out the heavy ball from her bag, and began to screw off a small knob in the middle of it. There was a spark and a dull puff of smoke, which gave way to a rather irritable leafeon. The leafeon shook herself off, and then closed her eyes to take in the fresh ocean breeze. Anna relished the fresh air. She took a moment to herself and completely ignored both Lane and everything else so that she could feel her body wake up from the disconcerting stasis it had been put into inside that horrid ball. After that rejuvinating asside, she opened just one eye to sternly ask Lane, 'How long where you on land before you remembered to let me out?' Lane giggled a little, "I"m sorry-- only about five minutes- honest! I let you out pretty fast, didn't I? Didn't forget for thirty minutes this time. -- hey, don't look at me like that!" Lane reached out and pet the side of Anna's head affectionately. Anna graciously accepted the affection, the explanation, and what of an apology might have been implied. An ear twitched towards the munching nearby. Anna turned to regard the pokemon and the ginger boy with her keen eyes. "Anna, this is Maddison, and his pokemon, who I haven't been introduced to yet," Lane said in a friendly but informative manner. Very informative. Anna understood Lane's face and pointed introduction of her to mean that Maddison was much more likely to welcome her than Lane. Anna gracefully performed a very practiced curtsy to all of them, and put up her most charming smile to Maddison. MEANWHILE, Robespierre was in the middle of a deep bow-- or as deep a bow as he could manage in the ocean without dunking his beak into the water. < I have come to inquire as to your and yours' well-being. The flooding has increased, and savage attacks have become numerous. Are you displaced, and do you need any assistance?> |
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