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Nov 20 2017, 02:27 PM
When the entire setting had changed into wild grasslands, it was already becoming dusk. Shadow didn't know what to make of this new area. Well, other than that her Pokemon could be easily lost within the tall grass. Especially Shelly, she did not want to lose the young baby to whatever Pokemon was out there. Checking to make sure the baby Krabby hadn't fallen out of the bag, the group continued into the tall grass as the sun set.

Eventually it got too dark to go on any further and soon Shadow clapped her hands. "Right, let's camp out here tonight," she said as she began to set up camp. Due to the tall grass being...well, tall, and the fact that she couldn't find any wood anywhere, she decided to go without a fire. It should be fine, right? She undid the other Pokemon's packs and began to set out food for each of them, keeping a bowl for herself and the baby Krabby she carried with her. Having placed the baby on her lap, she began to feed her bits of Pokemon food while the rest of her Pokemon chattered with each other. She assumed that the bubbles were where her mouth was and allowed her to pinch the food with her claws before bringing them to her mouth.

It was a strange thought, being a mother now. She wasn't sure if she had any motherly instincts in her. Sure she took care of a whole bunch of Pokemon, but that did not mean she was actually a mother. That is, until a day ago. Just...the whole thing seemed outlandish. So far it was somewhat easy, but she wasn't sure if she was doing the right thing. How was she going to be able to train this baby anyway? It was...confusing and very worrisome. Trying to push the thoughts aside, she continued to feed the baby Krabby on her lap while taking bites of her own food every now and then.

Eventually everyone was done and as she cleaned up, she specifically told her Pokemon to take care of Shelly and make sure she didn't run off to anywhere. Luckily for her, Angel had natural maternal instincts and followed the baby crab wherever she could. It was cute, though she was sure the baby would be annoyed by that. But hey, better than her running away, right? As she set up the tent, she glanced up at the starry sky above, marveling the sight of it. She hadn't really paid attention to the night sky before, and the many stars it held just looked so cool. "Hey guys, when I'm done setting up the tent, let's watch the stars for a little bit," she said. Already a few of her Pokemon looked up and she heard several gasps. Then she heard Pyre giggle and say something to the other Pokemon, causing her to smile slightly. Of course she would enjoy it, she was the type to look at anything brightly. Especially when it came to her tricks and traps, which she had thankfully not done since they've traveled.

The girl made good on her promise and soon everyone was star gazing, enjoying the cold air as the grass tickled them. She petted Shelly as she looked up, moving her on occasion whenever it seemed like she was going to move off her lap. It was a nice night for such a thing, and she wanted to treasure this moment for as long as she could.

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Nov 18 2017, 01:31 PM
Gunfire. Screaming. Adrenaline. Such things that motivate one to get a move on or die in this turbulent world of blood and death. Kacy knew this, they knew this for a long time now. Run, jump, fight, kill, survive. The chaos of constant motion that can abruptly cease at any moment was all they ever knew and all they will ever know, not knowing when to lie down and take a break.

The did not hunger, they did not thirst. Nothing moved them except the constant need to live the next day without a bullet wound or some other scar that would stain the sands red as they fought. They ignored their comrades, knowing it was all useless in the end. They would die, they might die, it was all up in the air. They made a facade of peace with the others, though, despite it being just a horrible nightmare that whittled away at them and left them numb.

Dodge, move, survive. There was a constant tension in the air as they moved, keeping an eye out for any enemy soldiers that would get the jump on them. What they were trying to push for, what they wanted to find in this mirage desert, it was all lost on them. All they knew was that they had to keep moving if they wanted to see the next light of day. Turning around, they motioned for their allies to get a move on before something bad happened.

But they were too slow, and soon the gunfire began anew. It was to be expected, yet expectations were always fickle things. They just knew they had to live another day, for that was the instinct of man and Pokemon that never went away. They had to keep moving, had to keep moving...

They turned around a boulder to find themselves staring down at a gun. They froze as they realized too late, far too late, that they had made a mistake. They closed their eyes and waited for the coming gunfire that would spell their end.
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<div class="simpappname"> Kacy Gunda</div>

<div class="simpappinfo">23 - Genderfluid - Demisexual</div>

<div class="simpappdesc">Appearance</div>
The first thing that stands out from Kacy’s features is their chin length, messy hair. It is a green color, bleached into an extremely dirty blond from the sun. The second thing that stands out is their eyes, a golden amber color that looks dull and lifeless. The rest of their features on their face are not able to be seen, for they usually wear a gas mask over it. When taken off, one can see burn marks on their lower jaw and an ugly looking gash on their right cheek. <p>
They have a generally slender frame, but muscled due to military training. They continue to exercise and keep their body fit at all times. After all, they needed to be fleet of foot and capable of fighting back should the time come. Their body has been ravaged by the Suffering Universe. Scars litter it entirely, from just below the neck to their legs. The most prominent of them are a huge burn scar that engulfs their left arm and partially on the leg and thigh, as well as the abdominal area.<p>
They mostly wear light clothing, perfect for the desert. They wear a light beige colored pants and a white long sleeved v neck shirt that is usually hidden by the cloak they wear. The cloak they wear is a sandy color, with a hood that can obscure their eyes. For footwear, they wear white knee length socks that are put into black boots that reach up to the middle of their shin. They also wear goggles with red tinted glasses on their forehead. It is usually put down when there’s a storm coming and or whenever they need to see clearly. <p>
Faceclaim: Megpoid Gumi, Vocaloid


<div class="simpappdesc">Personality</div>
Kacy is utterly fascinated by people and Pokemon alike, wanting to know what goes on in their minds. They like to study people’s behavior around others and around Pokemon, just watching them do their daily business with enthusiasm. Usually it’s awkward when they’re caught staring and they tend to apologize, though they don’t really regret the staring at all.<p>
Despite the people watching, they are a little anti-social. Or rather, awkward when it comes to social situations. This was due to being alone for so long with people that never really stayed. They stutter and mumble when talking to someone, but they never look away from a person’s eyes. They want to see the reactions on other people’s faces, taking in body language as well in hopes of bettering their social skills.<p>
Sometimes, though, you can see them staring blankly into space or muttering something under their breath as they look around warily. In truth, they are shellshocked from their life in the Suffering Universe, but they don’t know why they act that way. They only know that certain things can trigger them and so they stay away from those triggers as far away as possible. But sometimes, it can’t be helped and their body goes into combat mode, ready to fight off the threat that really isn’t there.<p>
As nervous and twitchy as they seem, they generally keep their emotions on the down low. It would be more accurate to say they feel numb all the time and, ironically enough, it frustrates them that they can’t feel a thing. Or at least, they can’t tell what they’re feeling most of the time. Their voice is in a constant monotone because of that.<p>
Kacy has a bit of a negative view of the world. It’s a Pokemon eat Pokemon world and there’s never really any semblance of order around. There is no order or justice, according to them, only chaos and anarchy. They keep that mindset even when they’re in a safe place. You could possibly call them bitter because of it, as they long for some semblance of control in their life. They are, however, obedient, slightly subservient. They don’t mind following orders as long as it benefits in the end.<p>
All in all, they’re just a shellshocked soldier that is trying to survive in a wild world. Not a very good combination, considering how cold they can be, but that is life to them. There is no order, only chaos.



<div class="simpappdesc">History</div>
Kacy Gunda was born into a middle class family that was on the lower end of the scale. They weren’t rich, but they weren’t too poor either. After all, they had an apartment to live in and meals to eat, water to drink and school to attend. What else was there to life? Plenty, as it turned out. <p>
As Kacy grew up, they seemed to have grown fascination for the human mind and how people reacted to certain situations. They also studied themselves while they were at it, wondering why at some moments they felt like a girl in the wrong body while others they were just a boy, the one they were born as. They would have told their parents about the situation if they hadn’t felt that they were busy with other things. And indeed they were, busy with providing for the family while they made sure the bills were paid and they weren’t left without anything.<p>
Kacy ended up spending his free time on the streets that always seemed to be bustling with people, as well as Pokemon. They came to study everyone as they wandered, from their behaviors and actions, to trying to guess what they were thinking. They watched, and they were fascinated by it all. What better way to spend the time than by studying?<p>
To be honest, they wanted to be a psychologist or a sociologist when they grew up. It seemed like the perfect job to them. After all, this would be people they were studying and it would no doubt benefit society if they discovered something new when it came to behavior. So they grew up, striving to be a psychologist or a sociologist.<p>
There was just one problem, though. When they graduated high school, they realized that they were stuck. They didn’t have the money to enter college, where they would be able to really learn about what they wanted to learn, and they really didn’t have any idea how to advance without some sort of help. They ended up with a combination of scholarships, loans, and signing up for the military for their benefits in order to get to college.<p>
But they wouldn’t spend any time there. They were called away to war, to fight someone else’s battle. They thought they knew everything when it came to the minds of soldiers. Shellshocked, PTSD, constant nightmares, the works. They were not prepared for the full gravity of warfare, for the ache that it left when they befriended comrades and watched them die. In the heat of battle, they finally realized that it was complete and utter chaos, just trying to survive while killing and murdering and legendaries above it was all so terrible yet so <i>fascinating</i>-<p>
And so they continued to fight for years until they were crippled by a Flare Blitz from some fire type, their left arm useless and their left leg in constant pain. They were honorably discharged, but the damage had been done. They were left broken, shattered by the two years of fighting and constantly losing those they cared about on the field. They were unable to concentrate on any college work and found themselves being kicked out. Their life in shambles, they decided to go back to their parents, who had moved into Pyrite Town of Orre, and simply hoped for the best. After all, things couldn’t get worse, right?<p>
They were wrong. When they arrived, Pyrite had become a ghost town and there was no one in sight. There were, however, some weapons lying about. And, strangely enough, gas masks. Worried for their family’s disappearance, they donned the gas mask, retrieved a cloak from a house for protection from the sun, took the guns, and proceeded to head out into the desert to look for them. This was the worst mistake they would ever make.<p>
Out in the desert, in the heat haze, they found their comrades. The ones that had died, the ones that had lived. They were all there, dressed in clothing suited for the desert, and all of them were carrying guns. It was surreal to find them there and at first they thought their mind was playing tricks on them, tricks that they went along with willingly because they were so lonely out there. It wasn’t until they stumbled upon enemy opposition and a bullet was shot into their left leg that they realized everything was all too real.<p>
War had come again, only this time it was in the desert and not in where it used to be. It seemed to go on forever, the fighting. Miraculously enough, they never wanted for food or water, never needed it. They just simply ran on adrenaline as they fought, killing again and again, watching people die again and again. Scars accumulated as they were shot and, sometimes, knifed. And they found, to their surprise, that their burnt arm wasn’t useless anymore. It was able to work against the damage that had been wrought and, other than the scarring, seemed completely functional. They didn’t know why it was like this, but the questions stopped long ago.<p>
The war continued even when they slept. In their dreams, they saw people wearing gas masks to combat mustard gas in an enclosed area, they saw a river of blood that stained the sands red, they saw the earth swallow their parents before closing as if it never happened. They saw, they saw, they saw. They were slowly going mad and falling into despair, believing that they would never be free from the suffering. So they kept fighting, their will to live slowly slipping away.

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Nov 14 2017, 12:42 PM
Granny was turning the bottle of Burn Heal in her hands, marveling at how the liquid sloshed around inside. She had learned that this particular item was used to heal burns, though that was a no brainer. To be honest, though? She didn't see much use for it. So now she was wandering the marketplace with it, having left Poralaeeyuu at home for the time being.

She wasn't sure where exactly to sell the Burn Heal, though. Surely there were some people who would be interested in this little bottle. But who? She just wasn't sure. With a sigh, she began to look around to see if there was anyplace that would accept her item.

A stall caught her eye and she went up to the person manning it. She gently placed the bottle on the counter and asked, "Excuse me, how much would this bottle of Burn Heal be of worth?" She looked at the person curiously as she said that.
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