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Post by astra on May 27, 2018 0:56:20 GMT
▲ The teacup she held was faded and chipped on the rim, but Fane admired the delicate porcelain’s floral pattern all the same. She turned it in her hands, cupping it to enjoy the warmth that radiated from the smooth surface, inhaling the perfumed steam that rose in delicate tendrils. She hadn’t intended to stop for tea, but when the rain came pouring down in sheets and the elderly woman who owned the tea shoppe offered her shelter under the awning and a hot cup to ward of a chill… Well, who was she to say no? Some trainers were content to skip over Shaula town entirely and head straight to route 5, either bored by the little town’s extensive history or, more likely, creeped out by the abundance of ghost pokemon that lived there. But Fane found herself strangely drawn in, easily charmed by the homey atmosphere and picturesque cottages. In a strange roundabout way, it reminded her of what little she could recall about the Seafolk Village- just with a lot less water and a lot more ghosts. ...What a strange association. Maybe Maeve was starting to rub off on her. The drifloon in question clung to the armrest of the chair across from her, bobbing in the air with the wind, staring at something out in the rain. Fane took a sip of her tea, leaning back in the cushioned chair, legs folded up on the seat beside her. "Do you like it out here?" It was hard to tell what the ghost pokemon was thinking. <It feels more like home than home does.> The ranger looked out at the town again as if she could see whatever Maeve was staring at- but there was nothing, save for the occasional passerby with their umbrella and rain boots. The rain was starting to let up; what was once a downpour was now a drizzle tapping rhythmically on the metal awning. But the sky rumbled with the promise of more in the distance. Pikipeks flitted about in the shelter of the trees. Other than the drifloon there were no other ghost pokemon about- but it was still mid-morning yet. They were probably taking shelter in the eaves and attics of the old houses. Fane made a mental note to try to scout some out later. Even if she still wasn’t sure what she wanted her rehabilitation efforts to focus on, it only made sense to start with her favorite type. That and (in her limited experience) ghost pokemon were critically lacking in conservation efforts. She lifted the cup to her lips once more and turned back to Maeve, who was no longer wrapped around the chair but drifting free as the wind carried her out from under the awning and into the streets of town. Fane sputtered in her tea. Drifting free. Oh no. “Shit.” Her first instinct was to reach for Maeve’s pokeball at her hip, but she had already floated too far away for that. Adrenaline flooded her veins as she pictured the drifloon getting caught in a tree, punctured by a stray branch. “Damnit!”She slapped whatever specks she had in her pocket onto the table- enough to pay for the unfinished tea and then some. No time to count out the correct amount, she had a pokemon to chase down. Raindrops clung to her hair and weighed down her ruffled tank top as she ran out into the street, holding her bag down by the straps to keep the egg inside from bouncing around. The drifloon was still visible, thank goodness, but the wind carried her further with each passing second. Fane poured on some speed, splattering mud onto her shoes and calves with every step. Egg thread for Golett [2/4]
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Post by spectre on May 29, 2018 0:57:08 GMT
[attr="class","odele1"] kick it out EVERYBODY WANT THE KEY AND THE SECRET TO RAP IMMORTALITY LIKE I HAVE GOT WELL, TO BE TRUTHFUL THE BLUEPRINT'S SIMPLY RAGE AND YOUTHFUL EXUBERANCE EVERYBODY LOVES TO ROOT FOR A NUISANCE HIT THE EARTH LIKE AN ASTEROID, DID NOTHING BUT SHOOT FOR THE MOON SINCE
Avarice Black was not the sort of guy to pass up a dare - especially not one made in the heat of debating whether the town he was passing through was haunted by human ghosts as well as Pokemon. One thing lead to another, and, because he wasn't a pissbaby, he had taken his leave from his associates in order to spend the day meandering around Shaula by himself. Which, save for the dreary weather, had been fine at first. He hadn't remembered to bring an umbrella - typical - but putting his backpack over his head and ducking under a shop awning for a while to wait for the worst of it to pass had sufficed well enough to keep him dry. Or, that was the hope, until an elder woman had come out from inside the store to bust him for loitering. She had been kind enough to let him plead his case, at least, but when he had informed her he would be unable to take her in a Pokemon battle to settle the matter due to not having any Pokemon, things had gotten... odd. "Oho, young man! What are you doing in our humble village without your Pokemon?" She had cackled upon realizing that he was alone. He'd always been taught to respect his elders, but there was something... disconcerting in her tone at that moment as she slid up to him. "And on such a dreary day... don't you know the stories?"He felt a gnarled hand ghost over his hip then, the contact nearly bringing him to jump out of his skin. While the poorly concealed accusation in his gaze shot initially to the woman he was speaking to, he soon realized the culprit was, in fact, a second ancient woman. She was similar in age, but with an ornate bun in her hair and a mischievous smile that curled the edges of her lips that might have been entertaining in any other circumstance. "Oh, don't let that old biddy frighten you, dearie. I'll protect yooo--ooouuu~"The first woman scowled, reaching to take his arm from the opposite side. "Agnes, you harlot! You escorted the last guest! It's my turn!"Before they could start arguing at his sides like he was the last box of Wheaties on special at the grocery store, however, all three parties were distracted by a cursing, increasingly muddied woman running past them at an impressive clip. Seeing his opening, Avarice gently shook both of his new acquaintances off and broke into a dash into the rain, calling back to them with the last shreds of civility in his being; "Hooo, lookie there, that's my friend! Leaving! Like I should be! Good talk!"As he booked it, he hadn't really taken the moment required to think through what the individual he'd bounded so readily after would think of being followed by a strange man like this, but he'd reassured himself that it'd only be for a few blocks. Or, at least far enough that the older women he was leaving behind wouldn't think he was purposefully trying to ditch them. Even if he totally was. ...Still, she was fast, wasn't she? He hadn't gotten a good look at her face, but Tapus, running at this clip bordered on fitness goals even for him. Was she an athlete, maybe? A pro-trainer from the region? Or was she driven by something more troubling? Not the sort to contain his curiosity, however, he had gotten a few paces behind her before he'd ended up calling out to her; "YO! Why are we running?"...Although, all things considered, if she was heading towards rather than away from something, he had a feeling that he'd find out soon enough. 624 Words ● astra ● WHY ARE YOU RUNNING (you're fine tho! ' v ' ) PHARAOH LEAP. [newclass=.odele1]width:500px;height:85px;margin-left:-50px;background-color:#bca451;color:#f5f5f5;text-shadow:1px 1px 0px rgba(0,0,0,.25);position:relative;z-index:1;font-size:8px;line-height:100%;[/newclass]
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Post by astra on May 31, 2018 1:15:12 GMT
▲ Fane was doing her best to maintain a calm demeanor over her trademark anxiety, and to her credit, it was better than her usual attempts. Teeth grit, her steel-grey eyes never left the drifloon’s form as the balloon pokemon floated higher and further along the road, apparently oblivious to her own plight. Focus on what she could do- not the stinging in her legs with each step. Not the pounding in her chest that felt a little too close to a panic attack. Not the way the backpack straps pulled her back and constricted her chest. Just run and cling to the pokeball in her hand and pray that Maeve would be able to grab onto something. It would be so much easier if she had a bird pokemon that could fly after and pull the ghost-type back. But wishing wasn’t going to do anything now, even if that was a precaution she probably should have considered in the first place. She knew Maeve liked wet weather. She knew she wasn’t the most aware pokemon. She knew drifloon were prone to getting caught on things- that was how she met her in the first place, after all. Stupid, stupid mistakes. And she called herself a ranger. More like a rookie- even that was generous. At least the rain masked the frustrated tears gathering in her eyes. If Fane noticed the footsteps echoing her own, she didn’t slow down- either too focused on Maeve or too consumed by her own thoughts to notice. The drifloon floated over the top corner of a cottage; Fane took a sharp left turn to keep up. “YO! Why are we running?”The woman skidded to a stop, soaking her shoes in a particularly deep puddle but managing to catch herself before she fell flat on her face. That… was… not a voice she expected to hear. Not in a while, and certainly not in Inset at least. Maybe the heartbeat pounding in her ears was messing with her head. But when she spun around , sure enough, it was him. A little older maybe, and a little harder to recognize out of his Hano Resort uniform, but Fane wasn’t one to forget the face of a friend, even behind those wicked shades. “Kaleo?” The world seemed to pause as her mind tried to fill in the blanks between now and the last time they’d seen each other. ... Oh Arceus, the drifloon. They’d managed to catch up to the wayward pokemon still flying high above their heads. Fane whipped around once more. “Maeve...! Constrict...! Minimize!” She shouted over the rain to the drifloon between gasps of air. The voice of her trainer seemed to bring the ghost pokemon back to reality, and she reached out with the heart-shaped ends of her strings to wrap around the highest branch of a particularly gnarled tree. With a long exhale, Maeve deflated and shrank slightly, humming dreamily as she swayed with the breeze. That ought to keep her safe for now. Fane curled over, hands on her knees to catch her breath and resist the urge to dry heave from the effort. “...Whatareyou ...doinghere ...'fallplaces?”she crammed as many words she could manage between breaths and an unsteady, relieved laugh. There was so much more she wanted to pack into that simple statement- her surprise, her amazement, her curiosity- but getting some air into her lungs came first.
r u referencing that vine cause that's been stuck in my head ALL DAY now lmao
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Post by spectre on Jun 1, 2018 3:31:42 GMT
[attr="class","odele1"] kick it out EVERYBODY WANT THE KEY AND THE SECRET TO RAP IMMORTALITY LIKE I HAVE GOT WELL, TO BE TRUTHFUL THE BLUEPRINT'S SIMPLY RAGE AND YOUTHFUL EXUBERANCE EVERYBODY LOVES TO ROOT FOR A NUISANCE HIT THE EARTH LIKE AN ASTEROID, DID NOTHING BUT SHOOT FOR THE MOON SINCE
The moment he'd heard his name - his given name, not the one he'd chosen for himself - from a distinctly familiar face he hadn't thought to see again, Kaleo had nearly tripped mid stride. Where she had quasi-gracefully skidded to a stop, he had stumbled a bit to put on the breaks, a small wave of mud arising as he skidded to a stop beside her. Though the dash had winded him - not as much as it had her, he hadn't been running for nearly as great a distance - he still found the breath stuck in his throat as, with more than a split second glance, the familiarity turned to recognition. She had matured a bit since he'd last seen her, but the voice was unmistakable; "Fane?!"...Tapus, how long had it even been, now? It seemed like yesterday that they were hanging out on the beach near the Hano like they absolutely weren't supposed to. He'd almost missed those days sometimes, when travelling Inset had gotten too hectic, or too cold, or too stormy. And then seeing her running like that... he'd had so many questions beyond just nostalgia. But they'd probably have to wait for a bit. He'd started a little as she turned her attention skywards and shouted commands to... a very relaxed Drifloon, who at her command had anchored itself to a nearby tree. It took a moment for the gears to click into place within his mind, but he belatedly realized that, perhaps, that was why they were running. At least this 'Maeve' seemed safe enough in the tree for now, but if this drizzle kept up... the notion of greater storm arising was troublesome indeed. ...Though they'd have to be ready to make such an ascent, first. He looked to the girl he'd known from simpler times, who at this point had doubled herself over, and found himself wishing that he had water or something to offer her. She asked what he was doing here. In between his own labored breaths, he grinned. "S'kinda... a long story.... Prolly better if... you breathe n' we.... get your gal down to earth first..."... But how safe would doing that be, exactly? That tree looked pretty old; the gnarled branches would probably offer decent handholds, but he couldn't imagine they'd be able to support an adult's weight for very long. After a moment of eyeing it, he made a conscious decision to unhook his chain clasp earring and his glasses, shoving both into one of the pockets of his coat. Getting something caught in the branches would probably be a greater hell than climbing the damn thing and having something snap under him, should it have come to that. "S'good to see you, tho'...I don't got my team... but I'll help ya however I can." 476 Words ● astra ● LOL SORRY now u can contemplate Saving Private Maeve instead PHARAOH LEAP. [newclass=.odele1]width:500px;height:85px;margin-left:-50px;background-color:#bca451;color:#f5f5f5;text-shadow:1px 1px 0px rgba(0,0,0,.25);position:relative;z-index:1;font-size:8px;line-height:100%;[/newclass]
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Post by astra on Jun 7, 2018 23:53:52 GMT
▲ It took her another minute to fully catch her breath. Fane straightened, her wet wavy hair clinging to her shoulders as she discreetly wiped her eyes, passing it off instead as a stretch. Her breathing slowed from a pant to deliberate deep breaths to prevent a stitch from developing in her side. A long story, huh? She expected nothing less from Kaleo of all people, and flashed a bright smile at him. “Good to see you too. And fair ‘nough- but you’re definitely filling me in later.” <Oh, hello down there~> Called the drifloon. <What are you two doing out in the rain? Catch your death, you will.> The tone in her voice was far too cheery for the warning. “Just stay put Maeve, we’re gonna- woah, hey,” she interrupted herself, motion out of the corner of her eye catching her attention. Worry clouded her face as she watched him remove his glasses and earring. “You’re not thinking about climbing that, are you? No way, dude. This was my fault, I’ll do it. Plus, unless you went out and got a ranger ID or something, I’m not about to let you get hurt on account of me.”Granted, her focus was more rehabilitation and less search ‘n rescue. But she was a ranger all the same, and it was her responsibility to keep both people and pokemon safe. A responsibility that was pressing on her shoulders with oppressive force, as now she had to find a way to get her drifloon down from the tree and not make a fool of herself in front of one of her best friends. ...Right. Dwelling on that would only make the anxiety already clawing at her chest worse. With a shrug, she slid her backpack off of her shoulders and flipped up the top flap to check on the egg. Wrapped up in a couple of blankets for warmth and cushioning, it looked no worse for the wear; she bundled it back up and tucked it in one of the last dry nooks between the thick roots. Fane looked upwards, grey eyes sizing up the old tree. The first branch split from the trunk high above her head. She might be able to make that, but not without a struggle, especially considering the bark was slick with rain. Her shoulders fell slightly as she folded her arms across her chest. “...Though if you wanted to give me a quick boost, I wouldn’t object.” Not out loud, at least; though the fact that she needed any help at all spoke to her lack of skill.
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Post by spectre on Jun 8, 2018 18:05:33 GMT
[attr="class","odele1"] kick it out EVERYBODY WANT THE KEY AND THE SECRET TO RAP IMMORTALITY LIKE I HAVE GOT WELL, TO BE TRUTHFUL THE BLUEPRINT'S SIMPLY RAGE AND YOUTHFUL EXUBERANCE EVERYBODY LOVES TO ROOT FOR A NUISANCE HIT THE EARTH LIKE AN ASTEROID, DID NOTHING BUT SHOOT FOR THE MOON SINCE
"'Course!" He'd replied, pausing a moment in his preparations to glance up towards the Drifloon as she spoke. At least she seemed to be in high spirits?...Wait. High spirits. A ghost in a tree. He bit back the urge to chuckle at his own joke. Shit, being this funny in his own head had to be a crime. Unfortunately, he doubted the joke would be appreciated by the current audience, but perhaps once they'd gotten her down-- You’re not thinking about climbing that, are you? Oops. Caught. For a brief moment, he looked a bit sheepish as she asserted that the situation was her responsibility unless he started coughing up some qualifications... until she cited her rationale why. "Hurt? Damn, girl, you still got no faith in me?" He snorted. "I ain't a ranger, but I WAS the best at getting volleyballs off the roof for like, three years in a row."Granted, the roof was usually dry, fairly flat, well-supported, and he had no actual competition for that title... but he'd only almost-fallen once! That had to count for something. Still, as much as he wanted to, he wasn't about to try and argue with her on this one - this Maeve WAS her Pokemon, and it wasn't really his place to be out here giving her more grief when she could do the job better. Stomping down his urge to try to be the one to fix everything, he stepped aside, pushing his hands into his pockets after his accessories. Sizing up the lowest branch she seemed to be eyeing down, he could probably reach it if he took a leap at it... though that might not have been the best idea, all things considered. ...Which, judging by the way her shoulders fell slightly, Fane had realized too. When she'd folded her arms and offhandedly asked for a boost, however, he quirked an eyebrow. Oh, he remembered this mood. Maybe it was just the high from his own bad HIGH QUALITY joke, but this wasn't so dire a situation that he couldn't take the edge off of it a little, right? "Sure. I expect a shout out in the acceptance speech of the first Drifloon rescue award ya win, tho'." He joked, taking a few steps forward again to get into position. "And then, while the rangers are fighting about whose sidekick I should be, you take all their money and get, like, an elevator installed on these spooky ass trees." Once he was stationed so Fane wouldn't hit the branch the moment he stood up, Kaleo bent down before the tree, shifting his hands around to rest palms-up upon his lower back. The thought of getting the mud off of her shoes all over his hands didn't really bother him overmuch; a couple of flicks and the rain would probably take care of that. Once he'd gotten settled, he'd braced himself for her weight. Fane never SEEMED all that heavy at a glance - at least no more than a couple of grapes - but well. Looks could be deceiving and all that. He glanced back towards her over his shoulder. "Lemme know when you're ready." 527 Words ● astra ● welcome to emergency comedy hour with dunkass mcgee PHARAOH LEAP. [newclass=.odele1]width:500px;height:85px;margin-left:-50px;background-color:#bca451;color:#f5f5f5;text-shadow:1px 1px 0px rgba(0,0,0,.25);position:relative;z-index:1;font-size:8px;line-height:100%;[/newclass]
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Post by astra on Jun 16, 2018 3:16:32 GMT
▲ “I wouldn’t call it a lack of faith,” she protested with a laugh. “More like… It’s a little too easy to picture you falling out of the tree, yannow?” She tapped her chin pointedly and lifted an eyebrow. “Though I suppose you can still rap with a busted leg.” The thought was, of course, in jest. She didn’t want either of them to get hurt. “Ha!” She barked at the idea of her winning an award for anything. As if that would ever happen. A faint note of sarcasm colored her otherwise good-natured words. “Sure thing, I’ll get right on it. Right after I get the award for ‘longest rank-1 ranger’. But just an elevator for this tree in particular.” Because screw this tree in particular. Why did it have to be so rickety? Maybe it was all a part of the town’s aesthetic. Though she couldn’t complain too much; it did give the drifloon something to anchor to for the time being. Better than a weathervane atop a house or- Tapus forbid- one of the few utility poles scattered through the town. Speaking of, better get her down sooner rather than later. Kaleo was crouched by the base of the tree, hands cupped behind his back for support. Deep breath. “Alright. I’m ready.” She gave him a couple of seconds to steady himself before hooking her foot in the palms of his hands, her own hands on his shoulders for balance. Another second passed and she pushed off, wrapping her arms around the top of the branch close to the trunk. Fane slung one leg up and over onto the branch with a grunt, sitting upright. So far so good. Maeve was still high above her, but all she needed to do was get close enough for the pokeball to work. Fane stood cautiously, using the trunk of the tree for support. The next branch up wasn’t too far up, and she pulled herself up onto it easily, wrapping her legs around the limb for support. “Make sure the branch isn’t bending too much underneath me, will ya?” She asked, pulling the drifloon’s pokeball from her pocket. It was hard to tell from her position how much movement was just the wind and rain, and how much was from her shifting her weight around. With her other hand to support herself, the ranger scooted towards the end of the branch, keeping her center of gravity low. She got as close as she dared to the drifloon, raised the pokeball, and clicked the button. Nothing. “Damn it. Okay.” Time to think. She didn’t really want to risk climbing up again, but this obviously wasn’t close enough. She had a clear-ish shot to throw the ball, but she’d definitely break her neck trying to catch it on the way down from this height… And if it burst open when it hit the ground, they’d be back to chasing a free-floating drifloon again. Fane looked down at Kaleo. “So… how good are you with your hands?” It was a serious question, and her expression was so straight-faced that there was no way she’d intended to imply anything other than what she had in mind. She held up the pokeball. “D’you think if I threw this you’d be able to catch it?”
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Post by spectre on Jun 18, 2018 3:12:36 GMT
[attr="class","odele1"] kick it out EVERYBODY WANT THE KEY AND THE SECRET TO RAP IMMORTALITY LIKE I HAVE GOT WELL, TO BE TRUTHFUL THE BLUEPRINT'S SIMPLY RAGE AND YOUTHFUL EXUBERANCE EVERYBODY LOVES TO ROOT FOR A NUISANCE HIT THE EARTH LIKE AN ASTEROID, DID NOTHING BUT SHOOT FOR THE MOON SINCE
"I mean, I'd prolly rap BETTER with a busted leg. Sufferin' f'my art n' all." He snorted. "Tho' I can't say I'm really chompin' at the bit t'lose anythin' today."Her ready was apparently a little different from his 'ready' - once she'd gotten into position, he'd half a mind to stand back up to give her the benefit of a couple of extra feet off the ground. When he'd felt no weight and she'd called it, he'd almost questioned - but by that point, she'd already started stepping up. Still, she'd gotten up safely even without the addition of his height, which was both vaguely relieving and made him feel a bit more like a step stool than a ladder. Ah well. His part in the mission done, he'd stood back at his full height, flicking the excess dirt off his fingers and down onto the ground to accompany the raindrops beating down. Which, she seemed to be coping with fairly well as a hazard, given that she'd climbed up a bit further now. She'd asked him to watch the branches to make sure they were stable beneath her - as though he weren't intending to do that anyway - but he'd verbally given a small 'Right!' in response if only for the sake of her peace of mind. For a moment, he'd been content to let her focus on her work as he spotted for her, glancing down at the roots now and then to assure the egg she had brought hadn't misplaced itself in the meantime... when she spoke up once again. And, at her question, he'd nearly choked on his own saliva. It had taken a moment for him to recover himself enough to respond. "Oh, m'not bad. I've been praised as Arceus's gift t'the common people." He lied, blatantly, until she held up the Pokeball and showed him what she'd meant by that. Kaleo blinked, brain taking a moment to process what exactly what one had to do with the other until it finally clicked. "Oooooooh! You mean in, like, a football sense." He nodded. "I mean, prolly? Even if it don't hit my hands, m'pretty big. Chances are at least some part o' it would hit me 'fore it did the ground."
If... that counted for anything. He'd shifted himself into a position that would allow him to move his still-muddy hands fairly freely nevertheless. "Dunno what'cha plannin', but it's worth a shot, m'sure."PHARAOH LEAP. [newclass=.odele1]width:500px;height:85px;margin-left:-50px;background-color:#bca451;color:#f5f5f5;text-shadow:1px 1px 0px rgba(0,0,0,.25);position:relative;z-index:1;font-size:8px;line-height:100%;[/newclass]
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