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Jul 9 2018, 05:39 PM
For Togedemaru, it was just a normal day. She had woken up rather refreshed and, feeling a bit peckish, had decided to make her way to the human village. She didn’t bother doing much foraging; her human friends kept her more than enough fed. The first house she dropped by belonged to an elderly couple, who were not only among the oldest of the village but among the oldest of her friends as well. Whenever she came by, the couple would warm up a bowl of sweet liquid for her to drink. The little hedgehog couldn’t tell what the beverage was, but there was something about it reminded her of being a baby. Sometimes, she would climb into their laps and sleep with them for a bit, but it was still early in the day and she moved on.
The next friends she visited weren’t at home, but they knew her well enough to leave some food out for her. There was a wild plusle already eating it when she got there, but she didn’t mind; she always liked making new friends, and there would be other humans that would gift her food. She chatted with the pokemon for several minutes, sharing stories as they munched on the berries. Surprisingly, it was Plusle’s first time in the village — apparently, she had been too scared of the humans to approach before, but the smell of fresh snacks had lured her in. Togedemaru assured her that humans were nice creatures, before waving goodbye and going off to meet up with another pal. She wouldn’t have minded talking to the other electric-type for a while longer, but was still feeling a bit hungry.
She wondered which way she should go next. There was a particular middle-aged woman that was always kind to her, but had the habit of talking far too much. She seemed rather lonely, and while Togedemaru enjoyed the company of humans, she was a little unnerved by the woman’s clingy vibe. It wasn’t something she could deal with all the time, and so she chose not to seek her out today. At any rate, there were so many humans in the village, and she wasn’t able to see all of them in one day. Instead of picking, maybe she could just wander around until one of her friends came to her — she did pride herself on being easily recognized, and approached, by the villagers. “Tokemaru!”
By chance, one such friend had noticed the small rodent walking, and ran over to her immediately. It was a young girl, around five years of age, with a simple yellow dress and light brown curls. She was accompanied by another girl, this one at least nine years old, who was no less happy to see the small rodent. She had similarly colored hair, although hers was longer and pulled back in a ponytail, and had matching brown freckles across her face. The two knelt down closer to Togedemaru, who waddled toward them with her arms outstretched.“It’s to-GE-DE-maru,”
the older human corrected, as she lifted the pokemon up to her face. Togedemaru nuzzled her nose against the other’s, making sure to not let her cheeks touch. She had done so only once before, and had found that it gave the recipient an involuntary shock. “How are you doing today, Togedemaru?”“That’s what I said!”
the girl cut in, scratching Togedemaru behind the ear. One of the hedgehog’s feet, which were hanging in the air, began waggling as her sweet spot was found. She let out a cheerful squeak, enjoying the attention and affection she was receiving. The human’s petting hand was joined by the other, as the girl tried to pull the Roly-Poly closer. “An’, I wanna hold her now! You holded her first last time!”
The freckled girl swiftly turned away, drawing the creature to her chest and tighter in her embrace. Togedemaru flailed about in surprise, trying to wiggle out to get more room to breath. She let out several squeals of protest, but they went unnoticed by the others (most likely, they assumed them to be the usual cute noises she made). “Wait your turn, Vi! I just picked her up! She likes me better, anyway!”“Not true!!! An’ an’ I still need t’ give her the gift I maded!”
Violet pulled out a bright yellow bow, which looked to be made out of the same material of her dress. It wasn’t much bigger than the girl’s hand, and it was slightly scrunched up and lopsided. The child lunged forward to try to grab the pokemon, but her sister had already stood up and sprinted several feet away. Togedemaru widened her eyes in fear from the sudden movement, a hoarse cry slipping from her mouth. “Liiiiiiiiiiiv!”“Oh, perfect! Togedemaru’s here!”
Beside the girl came another villager, a boy about the same age as herself. Unlike the girls, his hair was much lighter, almost golden — its color, however, was sullied by its unkempt appearance, and looked as if it hadn’t been washed in some time. The same could be said about his clothes: his shorts were lightly dusted with dirt, and his shirt had faded from excessive sunlight. He snatched Togedemaru out of the girl’s clutches, who had little time to prepare resistance. For what it was worth, the round pokemon attempted to once again voice her objections to being handled so roughly, but was drowned out by the children’s bickering.“Carmine! That’s not fair, we saw her first!”
Now, it was Olive’s turn to reach for the wild pokemon; and like the girl before her, she was immediately prevented from doing so. The boy grinned as he held Togedemaru high up in the air, his grip firm enough to keep her from escaping. Togedemaru did not
like being so far from the ground, and joined the other females’ cries with her own as she struggled to hold onto her captor’s hands.“Well too bad! I’ve got her now! And besides, I actually need her for something important. Russet and I wanted to practice battling, but he doesn’t have a pokemon and my big bro only let me borrow one pokemon.”
Carmine called his aforementioned friend over, releasing one hand to wave at the other, younger boy. Needless to say, this only terrified Togedemaru further, and the pokemon began visibly shaking as she hung on for dear life. “Hey! Russ! You can use Togedemaru!”
Before either of the girls could intervene, the flaxen-haired boy swung his arms down and tossed Togedemaru skyward. The poor creature screamed, a long, high-pitched note, shutting her eyes as she prayed she would survive. Thankfully, the newcomer had quick reflexes, and easily caught the pokemon in his arms. He grinned at her, as she tentatively opened her eyes as she realized she hadn’t gone splat against the ground. She let out a relieved squeak, but couldn’t stop her body from quivering. She rolled over, trying to reorient herself as she was currently upside-down.“Haha, awesome! It’s s’okay, Togedemaru, you’re fine!”
Russet said, patting the top of her head. “And don’tchu worry, we’re gonna win!”“Ha, you wish!”
snorted the older boy, who had since throwing the wild pokemon released another from a pokeball: a young, brown goat, with a white face and a leafy mane. It snorted and dragged one hoof on the ground, ready to play. “Alright, Skittle, get ready! We’re gonna wipe Togedemaru!”“Stop!!”
Olive ran over to Russet, trying to free Togedemaru from his grasp. He pulled back immediately, but was not quick enough keep the girl’s hands from getting a hold on the hedgehog. The spiny mammal squirmed as she tried to escape from both humans, but tried not to extend her spikes so as not to harm them. She just wanted to be put down. “Togedemaru’s not for battling!”“Yeah! She’s too nice an’ sweet an’ cuddly!”
the five year-old followed shortly behind her sister, adding her hands to the mix and tugging much harder than the others.“Hey, cut it out!”“Let. GO!”“You let go! You’re hurting her!”“It’s my turn!!!”
Jun 26 2018, 04:04 PM
Amidst the usual of Forest Beach village, there was one particular individual who might have stood out. He had just passed through the main entrance, both of his hands fearfully cupping a pokeball as if it were made of glass. Paint dripped For someone in a hurry, he was taking very few steps; for someone in need of assistance, he was interacting with absolutely zero people. Instead of doing something that would be more effective, the twenty-some man only looked around wildly. There was a certain building in particular he was hoping to discover, and while he couldn’t remember its exact appearance or name, he was certain he’d recognize it if he saw it. A place that treated injured pokemon… Unfortunately, none of the town’s structures were close enough to triggering the memory he hoped it would.
Everything around him seemed so… quaint. Primitive, even. Kendon had no idea how a human settlement was supposed to look like, but everything inside him was telling him that this was wrong. Where were the streets, the roads? The proper ones, the ones made with… with… He couldn’t remember the word, like so many others he had forgotten. If he weren’t so concerned with the health of the fletchling he had just caught, he most likely would have spent a minute or two more pondering the extent of his amnesia; words were all he had, and having lost so many felt like losing a part of himself. As it was, his vocabulary was not too relevant to his current situation, so Kendon tried to focus on getting help for the wild bird.
“Tried”, being the operative word. It appeared that Kendon's idea of getting help consisted of taking a few steps in a random direction, followed by a hesitant pause and a slight shift in another direction. He glanced back and forth between the various villagers going about their daily lives, working up the courage to ask one of them for help. That is, if they even spoke the same language he did. He had no idea where he was... he supposed that, failing to communicate verbally, he could always draw as he did with the pokemon. Maybe he could start with that, pretend that he couldn't talk. But drawing could only get him so far, and he didn't want to needlessly waste his journal pages if he could avoid it.
An abrupt tug on his jacket brought his head out of the clouds, and the immigrant glanced down to see his recent partner staring up at him. Kendon suddenly felt guilty — it wasn't that he had forgotten about the smeargle, he had just assumed the pokemon had been following behind him. It occurred to him then that the smeargle had just battled, too, and that he had also taken a toll, no matter how much less severe it might be compared to the fletchling's. The Painter's tired expression confirmed this, accompanied by a heavy plop on the ground. Kendon immediately knelt down and began apologizing, all while mentally berating himself for his tunnel vision.“I'm so sorry, I'm so, so sorry,”
he began, setting down the cloth sack that had been hanging from his arms. He placed the pokeball containing the fletchling inside of said bag, exchanging it for one that was empty. He offered it to the smeargle, who instantly shook his head at the notion. Kendon returned it to the bag and took out his journal, drawing up two quick sketches: one depicting a human holding a smeargle in his arms, the other depicting the smeargle on his back. The smeargle off the page considered the propositions momentarily, before shaking his head once again. While it might have been helpful to his art to have an altered perspective, the Painter did not feel like going anywhere. He just wanted to rest, and they could take care of the dumb bird later. It was safe in the ball, wasn’t it?“C’mon, bud,”
Kendon pleaded, rubbing his eyes and sliding his palms down his nose. “Just a little bit longer, okay? Then I’ll… I’ll let you draw in my book, okay?”
He gestured between the pokemon’s tail and his journal pointedly. Though confused at first, the smeargle’s ears perked up in interest as he realized what his human was offering. Climbing to his feet, the Painter began walking further into the village. Letting out a sigh of relief, Kendon started to follow.@Sev
Jun 22 2018, 05:40 PM
With the new Pokemon Go update
introducing Friends and Trading, I thought that I'd make a topic for those of us who play to include their Trainer Codes!
especially since I don't have friends irl who still play
Kenos (StrudelAKS): 0031 4631 7626
Jun 17 2018, 01:49 AM
Kendon looked around the market, searching for a vendor that might have what he needed. He needed a source of income, and soon; the meager tokens he had arrived if wouldn't last for much longer. Initially, he had considered doing odd jobs around the town -- things like delivering items, helping out on ranches, and the like -- but ultimately had decided that that would be too much human interaction for his comfort. Crafting seemed like a good way to do that (and would also allow him to bond a bit more with Turk). Of course, in order to produce something one needed the proper materials and tools with which to make it, and that required a bit of spending.
The phrase, "You've got to spend money to make money", popped up in his head, and while it applied to his current situation he really wish it didn't. He'd much rather be saving his money for food and shelter. Regardless, the recent immigrant knew what needed to be done, and walked toward one of the stores with Turk at his side. This particular merchant seemed busy at the moment, carrying out a transaction with another customer. Rather than be caught standing around awkwardly, Kendon pretended to browse some of the wares on display (the smeargle, in particular, took considerable interest in the specialty balls). Once the vendor was free, the young man walked up as casually as he was capable of.
"Erm, excuse... excuse me?" Kendon addressed the shopkeeper and attempted to smile. "How much are the... uh... the woodworking tools? I'd like to buy, um, a set."
Noticing Turk studying the colorfully designed pokeballs, the writer added onto his request, "And, um, sorry, but... how much are those balls? These nice ones my pokemon is looking at..."
Jun 15 2018, 10:02 PM
It’s a cold, winter night. The wind is howling ominously as snow piles up against a cabin. Inside, an old woman tends to a fire in an effort to stay warm. Across the room, two young children and a cleffa are staring at the sky with their heads out the window. The old woman scolds them for opening up the shutters, and bids them to join her by the hearth. They quickly listen, shutting the window and running towards their grandmother. She wraps them each in a woolen quilt, the cleffa hopping up into the young ones' laps, then settles down in her own chair. A vulpix curls up at her feet.
“Nana, why do stars blink?” One of the children, a girl, asks.
“Oh! Oh! And why do they move?!” Asks the other, this one a boy. “Sometimes when I look at them they’re different than before!!”
The old woman stares at the dancing flames, silently, for several seconds before answering with her own question. “How many stars do you think there are?”
“I think maybe a hundred!” the boy answers immediately.
“There’s a lot more than that,” the girl corrects, matter-of-factly, “There’s got to be at least a thousand!”
Slowly, the woman nods. “Indeed. However… there used to be many more than that.”
Both children gasp in shock, leaning forward in interest.
“How many were there?!”
“Hush. Lower your voices, children, and lean back. It’s quite a long story…”
|QUOTE (Old Woman)|
|Long ago, long before any humans were brought to this land, there was only the earth, the sea, and the sky. As you know, pokemon lived on the earth and in the sea, but in the sky—|
“Was it the stars?!”
“Quiet! Let her tell the story!!”
“Thank you, dear. Yes, it was the stars.”
|…In the sky lived the stars, along with their father, the Sun, and their mother, the Moon. They all loved each other very much, and their family was so large that their light filled the entire sky. What we now know as night did not exist, for back then darkness was found only in the shade of trees and the depths of caves. Because of this, demons were not as present, either; only a handful of them lived in each corner of the land.|
And yet, this era of light was not meant to last. The demons were not content with their circumstances, believing it unfair for the darkness, their home and their source of power, to be so outweighed and outnumbered. They gathered together in secret, in the deepest of shadows so as not to be discovered, devising a plan to take out the light. It would be difficult, and they stood no chance in a head-to-head battle, but more than any other type these dark pokemon specialized in trickery and deception. After many, many arguments, and several of which escalated into physical scuffles (it is no secret that demons enjoy fighting of any kind), they finally all came to agreement as to how they should proceed.
They called on the most skilled of their kind, the zorua and zoroark, to use their illusive abilities to lure the stars down to earth. Knowing that their normal appearances might alert the more experienced Sun and Moon, the illusionists disguised themselves as creatures of the light, spread out across the continent, and, once in position, began singing sweet songs to the stars above about the fun, joy, and freedom of frolicking on land:
Shiny, shiny, stars so bright,
You lot make a sorry sight!
Cooped up high, with naught to do,
We just want to play with you!
Won’t you join us on the ground?
Sing and dance and jump around?
Stay at home, up in the sky;
All the fun will pass you by!
Join us, join us, if you wish,
Fly with birds and swim with fish,
Run across the hills and fields,
Pick and eat what nature yields!
Lovely, lovely stars so bright,
Won’t you bless us with your light?
Come with us, you won’t feel blue:
We’ll treat you to something new!
Having known nothing but their parents' benevolence, a good number of the stars leaped down without hesitation. They often watched the activities of those below, and jumped at the chance to participate themselves. Some landed in the water, some landed among the mountains, and some landed on the grassy plains; but wherever they landed, a demon waited for them in disguise. For days, weeks, months, they kept up their ruse, playing with the fallen stars for as long as they could hold their attention. Every game that could be imagined was played. From hide-and-go-seek to tag, the demons switched from one game to the next so that the stars would not be allowed to spare a thought toward the consequences.
The more the stars played, the dimmer their lights shone, and it was not long before their bodies began to adapt to their new environments and become pokemon in their own right. Some of them kept their star-like forms, some adopted the appearance of their parents, while a rare few crafted an entirely new image for themselves. Regardless of how different they ended up, one thing remained in common: they were no longer the stars they once had been. Still, the once-stars thought little of their sudden transformations. It made sense to them, that they should blend in with their new friends; moreover, they were incapable of comprehending any sort of lie or ulterior motive.
Now, there is no doubt that these fallen stars enjoyed their little vacation, and loved interacting with the other pokemon, but, as all things do, it had to come to an end. They grew weary of endless play; more significantly, they longed for the family they had left behind. And so, they bid farewell to their “friends” and attempted to return back home — only to discover that they were unable to do so. Whether it was because they looked so different, or no longer shone as bright, or had been doomed the moment they had left the sky, they had no way of knowing; in any case, they cared less for the reason why and more about how to remedy the situation. They turned to their companions for help, but by then the demons had receded back into the shadows, their purpose having been completed.
Confused and heartbroken, the fallen stars called out towards their family, but even their cries were denied entrance to the heavens. Their voices, while heard and acknowledged, had been altered so greatly they no longer could be understood. And though the Sun and Moon recognized the plight their children were in, they could no longer assist them, their divine protection having disappeared along with their original faces. Aware of the extent of their children’s recent, drastic changes, the parents realized they were gone for good, and cried for their loss. Had they known that the stars’ departure would be a permanent one, they never would have allowed it.
If only the demons had understood the full extent of their crimes, if only they had they known the trauma they would cause, if only they had the tiniest glimmer of empathy, perhaps then the demons would have reconsidered, and all this could have been avoided. As it was, the demons’ plot did far more damage than they ever could have anticipated, fracturing not only their adversaries’ hearts but the bonds between them as well. You see, there is no tragedy greater than a parent losing their child, and having lost so many cursed them with a burden they would never be able to recover from. The strain was too much for either the Sun or Moon to handle, and they split apart, two broken individuals unable to pick up each other’s pieces while struggling with their own. Refusing to face each other, but both sill hoping to save their lost children, the parents took turns searching for a solution. The Sun, with his fierce, burning passion, scours the earth in persistent interrogation, and we call this day; the Moon, with a much gentler, soothing disposition, blankets the world in her lamenting song, and we call this night.
The demons flourished underneath the new reign of darkness, and have since spread further across our land. Their domain expanded, and their numbers growing alongside it, these dark-typed pokemon were no longer confined to hide in the shadows of others. They danced in glee, this time without guise; so happy they were with themselves, they openly mocked the beings who once suppressed them, knowing they were now powerless to retaliate. As the demons were free to do as they wish, Terrene became a wilder land, a more frightening land, and the demons began subjecting other pokemon to their torment. Even the former stars, who the demons once played with and called their friends (though, admittedly, that had been a ruse) were made their victims, as if being shackled to the earth was not enough punishment.
I am sorry to say that even the remaining star children did not leave this incident unscathed; despite remaining in the sky, their lights had dimmed considerably, too, as every person gives a piece of themselves to the people they love. They joined their mother in the night, feeling safer under her protection than their father’s rampage. They travel across the evening sky, searching for their loved ones, who despite looking very different were still family to them. Whenever they spot a pokemon they thought might be one of their siblings, they blink brightly; both a signal to the others stars as well as an attempt to reconnect to the fallen ones. Never do they receive a response, and so they move on, praying that their next venture will be more successful.
Of course, all this happened several lifetimes ago. Those stars that had originally fallen are no longer with us, having moved onto the next life. Some say that they’ve reunited with their family; others believe that they never will be. Whatever the truth may be, you needn’t cry over it — for, though they may have lost their first family, the once-stars made new ones. They embraced the pokemon they had become, giving birth to a new generation, who gave birth to another, and so on. Today, these children of the fallen stars have all but forgotten their heritage. Yet, their connection to the sky remains in some deep, hidden part of themselves. Sometimes, you can catch one staring up at the stars above, who will smile back in return.
As the old woman finishes her story, she studies the faces of her grandchildren. They seem frightened, half-hidden beneath their blanket, while their arms are wrapped tightly around the pokemon on their lap for comfort.
“Th-that’s scary, Nana! I didn’t like the demons part.”
“Y-yeah! What she said! I didn’t know the demons were so mean. And that they — they’re in the shadows!” The boy eyes the dark corners of the room warily.
“You are focusing on the wrong parts, my dears. Yes, there are demons are among us. But don’t forget — so are the stars.” She looks pointedly at the cleffa in their lap.
Immediately, the two children turn to the small, star-shaped pokemon. The fear in their eyes appears to melt away, replaced with awe and wonder. In return, the cleffa beams at them brightly.