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Jan 18 2018, 09:47 PM
Blue felt like she was walking on rocks as she traversed through the land. Her boots brushed against some dry roots in the dirt, probably dead from the cold. The girl clutched a medium small bag of rocks, as she had to actual weapons. Chuck had pressured her into hunting for the shop, as he wanted a little bit of variety in the selection aside from fish.

... Hopefully she won't have to think about it much. She would have refused to hunt herself, but she just couldn't... Chuck seemed really busy and she felt like she was of no help at all if she didn't do as said. Sasha didn't seem too fazed about leaving the house, even timid Mary seemed to be excited to be back at the Desert Strip. The only one who seemed to pout was little Pyro, who was calmly sitting in the pack on Blue's back. The stunky let out the occasional whine, alone in the pack with Fluffy's pokeball.

Blue sighed as she glanced up at the sky, and soon took out a rock from the bag. She began to toss it in the air, catching it and repeating the process.

"I can't believe I'm here." Blue suddenly murmured, causing Sasha to glance up. "I mean, not here, as in hunting. But I'm glad I'm here because of Chuck. He's a really good person." The girl flashed a smile as she stopped tossing the rock and looked down at the mareep. The sheep bleated quietly in response, the sarcasm leaking through even with a differing language.

"Ah, right.. We can't really talk... I'm sorry, Sashi." Blue chuckled awkwardly, looking up and beginning to juggle the rock single-handedly again. Sasha bleated another statement and started walking ahead. The sheep had seemed to detect more company, more pokemon.

Blue gulped, and followed close behind.

((Just gonna pray for a small bitey sandile :U
Jan 6 2018, 09:21 PM
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<div class="simpappdesc">Fisherman/Fishmonger of Oasis</div>
Chuck is taller than the average human at the height of five feet and eight inches, and rather beefy in build. He has tanned white skin with several scars and marks along his arms and legs. He wears the usual native attire, his long brown pants and white shirt stained with multiple stains, although it is mainly from beer. He has short brown hair that always finds a way to stay messy and a large stubbly beard. Chuck looks like just a mess on the best of days.
A man who drowns his regrets in booze, and now had a dependence on it. Chuck is loud, to say the least. He typically shouts when he speaks and his laughs could cause earthquakes. He seems fit for socialization, though, and usually finds a way to tease whenever he can. He adores telling jokes and cracking puns. Despite all this, though, he does have a short temper and gets angry about things easily. He brings stuff out of hand and is extremely overemotional. Due to prior events in his life, Chuck seems to be protective of those he manages to befriend. His limits to what he will do to protect are no bounds. He doesn't give a shit if someone's an immigrant or not, and will not express the usual hate towards outsiders.
Chuck will most likely be either at the docks fishing, in his boat, or at his station selling the fish he caught. If possible, he'll try to strike up a conversation with anyone. There will almost never not be a booze bottle in his hand, along with his two pokemon. His existence is more than known at Snake Eyes, and the villagefolk have taken to calling him "Booze Man." If you're an immigrant, he'll try and ask even more questions, as he is actually curious about the lifestyle of immigrants. Trying to bargain with him is fairly difficult, for he is very strict on his prices.
One of the first babies to be born as a native, Chuck lived most of his childhood in Ashfield, as that was where his parents both settled. He lived a life full of mischief and pranks, but he never quite felt at home in his hometown. It felt off that he was here, and he wanted to break away. At the mention of others leaving to find new settlement, he immediately perked up and joined them. He was the youngest of the group, in his late teens at the time. Through their struggle, they didn't find much but dry land near an ocean. Still, he was proud to call it home.
As time passed, he was starting to settle down. He had a stable business, he had married a woman by the name of Lisa, his new daughter Irene was just born, and his maractus Scotch was becoming a better business partner as each day passed. Too bad that had to change.
Several years later, an accident happened one day while fishing, resulting in the death of Irene. This event twisted the relationship between Lisa and Chuck so much that the woman ran off, never to be seen again. Although his business was well and alive, he had no one to celebrate that with besides his maractus and newly acquired lillipup.
Years have passed since then, and things haven't changed much. Chuck now secludes himself from the rest of Oasis, drowning himself with booze. Some children believe he's a myth, some believe he's a scary monster. But he's just a simple fishmonger now.
Note: This is a semi-WIP, but I probably won't finish it soon.
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Dec 29 2017, 10:22 PM
((This is literally just to get a swole sheep. Also at this point Pyro has already gained 5 baby posts

Sasha sighed as she sat on the beach shore. She could see the human and her boss fishing in the distance, the two seeming to have a nice conversation. Scotch was standing nearby, too focused on the fish to be over with the group of pokemon. The group consisted of all of Blue's teammates, plus Whiskey, who decided sleeping in the cold breeze was a nice idea.

The sheep sighed as she stared at Fluffy, who was trying to scuttle away. Mary had to keep dragging her back to where the group was. Pyro was giving himself entertainment by shuffling about in the sand. The four barely had barely made any conversation at this point, as they all couldn't find a way to break that silence in a nonawkward way.

That is, until Sasha decided that the silence was pissing her off now. "Hey Pyro, you wanna learn how to fight? I'm sure you'll enjoy it." The mareep suddenly asked, making Mary jump momentarily. The stunky immediately stopped in his tracks, turning to her and rushing over. "You really mean it, Mama!? Yeah, yeah, yeah!" He cheered. Sasha smiled and patted the baby's head.

"Hey, Flu! You up for a spar to give Pyro an example to work off of?" The mareep called to the ant, who was trying to scoot back. The durant perked up and nodded. Sasha couldn't tell if the ant was smiling or not, because pinchers didn't give much emotion other than rage.

"Okay kid, stand by Mary and watch us." Sasha murmured before lightly nudging the stunky. Pyro nodded and skipped over to the fire dog, who smiled warmly to him and nudged Fluffy forwards. The durant hissed slightly at Mary before scuttling over to Sasha. "Ready to lose, idiot?" She hissed, antennas twitching wildly. The mareep narrowed her eyes and sighed, "Who's the pokemon who has won every fight between us?..

"Me, that's right." She muttered before backing up. The two pokemon got into a sort of joust-like formation, ready to attack each other on cue. They both started to count down for the spar.

Dec 24 2017, 07:41 AM
This festival seemed empty for what it was supposed to be. There weren't many people passing by and if so, they were probably chowing down on the free food. Blue had checked that place out, and only briefly looked about before bursting out after seeing cooked mareep. The sight of it semi-disgusted her. Blue was now merely sitting in the snow mound where she had been since her team got there.

Sasha seemed to be rather close to Blue, almost pressing against her sides. Blue sighed, knowing that the mareep had seen the cooked food herself and ran out as well. Mary lied close to the mareep and kept murmuring unknown words. Pyro and Fluffy were keeping themselves busy playing in the snow. Well, it was more of the latter than the other. Pyro seemed to be trying to destroyed the snow, and frequently went rolling through it. His breath did some of the job, said breath being automatically warm and melting the snow. Fluffy, on the other hand, was a very still durant. She merely just watched the baby stunky, sometimes digging into the snow around her and throwing it at him. Pyro didn't seem to notice.

Blue was merely sitting by, her coat zipped and hood up. She watched the small pokemon with happiness and petted Sasha and Mary. She could feel Mary flinch whenever she did so, so it was mainly Sasha. Blue glanced up from her pokemon to look around the area around her. Something quickly caught her eye, and Blue's face seemed to brighten up. "Hey, Ri! Hey!" The girl rose her hand from petting to wave at the redhead. She hadn't seen the girl since Fall. It didn't seem like a long time, but it did to her.

Dec 14 2017, 09:44 PM
Blue loved festivals. Although she had only been to one, she adored them and jumped to her feet at the mention of another. For now, the fest seemed rather empty. Well, it was rather early in the day and the event had only just begun. For now, the girl was just a walking zoo. Mary the houndour and Sasha the mareep were walking by her side, the two chatting casually. The mutt winced as the sheep suddenly howled in laughter. This caused the stunky in her arms to start squirming along with the durant in her backpack. Blue sighed and continued walking.

After Pyro had stopped squirming about and Mary with whimpering, Blue began to take in the scenery. She never saw any snow in Oasis, and felt quite at home with the white flakes. Each step she took made a mark in the dirt, accompanying her pokemon's trail. Pyro stuck out his tongue to catch the snowflakes, but his naturally hot breath melted them before he could snap at them. The skunky began to cry quietly and Blue sighed in guilt.

The girl suddenly broke off from the houndour and mareep duo to run towards a large pile of snow. Forcing herself not to jump in, Blue paused and crouched down. She smiled and set down the pokemon in her arms. Pyro pawed at the snow and suddenly squealed in happiness. The stunky jumped about in the snow, the white flakes sticking to his fur. Blue laughed and fell into the snow as well. She sat down with legs crossed and zipped up her jacket to stay warm, since the cold was now bothering her. She also put up her hood.

The nearby mareep seemed to sigh and mutter something to Mary, in which the dog gave a confused look. The fire mutt then turned and sat down in the snow as well. Blue watched blankly as Sasha sighed and began walking over to them. Once the pokemon noticed another entity that wasn't her team, Sasha began to growl in greeting to any newcomers.

((Baby post: 5. Happy birthday baby, you're now level 2.
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