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Jul 9 2018, 04:28 PM
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Elizabeth had ventured out into the forest nearest that of Ashfield. The girl didn't plan to go far, just deep enough where she and Hiro might find a challenger. With her arm still hung up in the sling, Liz was at a disadvantage but the girl felt it necessary to begin working on Hiro's training. If she wanted to one day go out on her own into the rest of Terrene she would have to rely a lot on her little partner. Of course catching another would help as well. Roger, the middle aged hunter and Joyce's husband, had told her some about how capturing worked here in Terrene, but much of it Liz seemed to recall on her own. <p>

While her past still remained a vague mystery, things that required muscle memory and seemed like basic life skills came back fairly quickly. Pokemon training and capturing seemed to have been one of these at least for Liz. She must've spent a lot of time doing this in her past. Also the handling of weapons seemed to be a natural instinct as well, though at the moment she didn't have anything more than the simplistic stone knife she'd carved hanging at her hip. Perhaps she'd fashion most advanced weapons later, so long as she could find better materials. <p>

Hiro rode perched on Liz's shoulder, his favored spot, and gazed out in the forest nervously. Just the day before they'd had a rough encounter with a weedle, one that was likely still out here, and the little kitten was feeling pretty anxious about this. Liz ran her good hand through the feline's fur and smiled. <p>

"Don't worry buddy, this time we'll be ready. I know you can handle this. I'll be here with you the whole time too okay?" Liz said reassuringly. Hiro pressed close to her head, grasping at her hair for balance. He nodded slowly though his expression hadn't changed much. <p>

"I-I know." He spoke softly still staring ahead intently. Liz sighed and picked up a long stick that she used to help push aside the undergrowth as they walked. She estimated that they'd gone about fifteen feet into the forest now. The village behind them was growing obscure, hidden by the treeline. Since Liz was simply exploring she'd chosen not to take one of the well traveled paths and just wander a circle around the village. She turned to keep Ashfield to her left, keeping her bad arm toward safety and her good arm toward any potential threat. Then the girl and feline proceeded in as straight a line as they could manage, keeping an eye out for any challengers, or anything of interest really.

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Liz had been in Ashfield for about two weeks now, still recovering from her injuries when she'd first arrived through the portal. But she was growing stronger each day and had taken to running small errands for the middle aged couple that had taken her in such as picking up supplies from the Ashfield market. Liz rose early feeling as though she'd always been an early riser and had breakfast with Joyce and Roger, the couple she was staying with. As Roger departed to spend his day on the hunt, Liz too departed heading down the main road further into town. <p>

Hiro sat perched on Liz's good shoulder. The girl's left arm was secured comfortably in a sling and beneath the black, now sleeveless, shirt she wore one could see the linen bandage that was tightly bound around her injured shoulder. She also wore the navy blue cargo pants and combat boots that's she'd been wearing when she'd come through the portal. They'd been recently patched up by Joyce and while the former nurse had offered Liz handmade clothing, the girl had opted to continue wearing her former attire, finding it oddly comforting. <p>

Her light, brownish hair was pulled back in a loose knot and she had her dog tags hanging freely around her neck. She wore no other accessories or adornments and walked at a casual pace down the well worn path. The sun above shone down brightly and the heat was slowly increasing. Hiro looked ahead excitedly. Before he used to be nervous venturing out passed his home but the young psychic seemed to pick up on Liz's own eagerness to be out of the house. <p>

"What get today?" Hiro asked his mental voice full of childlike energy. Liz smirked a little and flicked her gaze sideways though she could only partly see the feline via her peripherals in his current position. <p>

"Well let's see. Joyce said she was low on, skiddo milk, ducklett eggs, and bread." Liz stated aloud reading off the mental list she had. The girl paused a moment and made a face again trying to look at Hiro and failing. "You know you could've just read my thoughts to get that." Liz told him with a chuckle. <p>

"But Hiro like Liz voice!" Hiro cooed with a coy giggle. Liz laughed as well and shook her head. Hiro was quite the sweetheart and Liz was glad of the young feline's companionship. She reached up and scritched his chin as they made their way into the marketplace.

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Elizabeth Stone is ready for plots! If anyone's interested reply below or feel free to PM me. :)
Jul 5 2018, 04:15 PM
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And suddenly she was falling, falling, falling... or was this floating? Liz shifted in her sleep, or what she thought was sleep. She couldn't feel her body resting on anything solid, not yet but soon her senses began to clear. Liz slowly opened her eyes and was hit fast and hard by a sudden wave of feelings, both emotional and physical. She was currently lying prone on her back and the first thing that fist truly pierced her consciousness was harsh and intense pain. <p>

Unable to help it she let out a shriek and immediately began clutching her left shoulder with her right hand. Warm blood still oozed from the wound and her whole body felt chilled and shuddered. Flashes of memory danced across her eyes, though none of it was coherent. 'Shot. I've been shot." She vaguely remembered what that meant but couldn't fully recall how it had happened. She must've passed out from blood loss, the only coherent thought that crossed her mind. <p>

'Shiit that hurts, the hell am I going to do?' She thought as for the moment all she could do was clutch the wound. Her head also ached badly and everything swam before her eyes, making her want to pass out again but she knew she couldn't. She had to get help or something, had to get the bleeding stopped and get the bullet out as she just knew it was still in there. Liz clenched her jaw and squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to steel herself against the pain. Slowly she managed to roll over, and sit up though she couldn't bring herself to stand. <p>

Slowly she opened her eyes and squinted at the world around her. The pain in both her head and shoulder made it so hard to focus. Liz seemed to be in a clearing of some sort, strange totems or statues surrounded her. A well worn dirt path stretched forward into what appeared to be some sort of settlement, though Liz didn't recognize anything around her. At least she was near some kind of civilization right? Liz grimaced however and glanced around her immediate vicinity. There wasn't much there, it looked like this clearing rested on the edge of a forest but that was about all she could process right now. <p>

Gingerly, Liz got to her feet but only managed to stagger a few steps forward before having to collapse against one of the totems and rest. She leaned her head back against the figure and drew in a raspy breath. The shoulder hurt but it was the pain in her head that was truly throwing her off. Carefully she reached back and ran her bloodied fingers over a large welt on the back of her head. She winced as her fingers brushed against it and quickly pulled her hand away. A momentary flash of her slamming her head into the ground passed through her thoughts. At least she could remember that much. <p>

Liz closed her eyes, feeling nauseated. The heat that bore down on her didn't help matters and the girl could feel herself threatening to lose consciousness again. Her breathing was shallow and she could feel sweat beading on her forehead and dripping down her neck. Everything in her told her to fight, get up, get help, do something but her body completely rebelled against any thought of trying to move again. Then a rustling sound nearby caught Liz's ear. Something was coming, moving closer. Liz slowly forced an eye open and tired to peer around her. At first she couldn't make anything out, but she could feel eyes on her, watching her. At first Liz was afraid, she was in no condition to defend herself and was barely conscious. However her fears seem to ease as the presence drew closer, ever so slowly. Whatever it was seemed just as scared of her as she could be of it. <p>

"Espuurrr?" A voice cooed gently as it approached Liz. The girl squinted a bit more and now could see a small greyish purple shape moving toward her cautiously. Liz blinked and lowered her head as the espurr reached her side looking quite concerned. She felt like she recognized the little creature, a pokemon... Espurr. Liz grimaced and laid her head back as another wave of nausea washed over her. <p>

"You-you hurt...?" A timid voice barely brushed her thoughts the sound matching the vocals the espurr had spoken before. The feline placed a tiny hand on Liz's arm and gazed up at her. Liz bit her lip and nodded very, very carefully. She didn't seemed surprised at all by the little one's mental voice that touched her mind. A vague memory of the dream and beyond the dream slipped through her thoughts but was soon gone. Oddly she found the gentle voice soothing and welcomed it into her thoughts. <p>

"Y-yes, please, help..." Liz stated as best she could through grit teeth. Espurr's eyes went wide and the little feline patted her arm reassuringly. <p>

"Yes! Help! Do not worry!" The purple critter quickly turned and scampered toward town as quick as its little legs could carry it. Liz watched the critter go, now feeling so very alone. She pressed her hand against her shoulder wincing from the pain of the pressure. She wasn't sure what the little pokemon could do but hopefully it'd gone to get some humans to help. She was putting her very life in this little guy's hands but she felt she could trust the tiny creature. Why she couldn't be sure but much of her fears were beginning to subside. <p>

Liz groaned and leaned over to the side emptying the few contents of her stomach. She just hoped Espurr could get back quickly. Liz felt she'd been in such situations before and come through but this time felt different, likely because she felt so lost and alone. As if dropped into an unfamiliar world where she knew nothing. Yet Liz also felt she'd been waiting for this, a hard, but fresh start. How that helped her she didn't know but Liz knew she had to hang in there and continue to fight everything. <p>

She licked her lips, her mouth feeling so dry. Again Liz closed her eyes and rested her head back, she shouldn't sleep, a thought that repeated through her mind, don't sleep, don't sleep, but she couldn't recall why exactly that was important. She knew it was due to being related to the head injury, something about a concussion? But despite her best efforts, Liz felt herself slowly slipping back into darkness, only hoping that her tiny rescuer would return.

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Lawless couldn't even begin to describe the eruption of violence amongst humankind as well as pokemon kind. The continuously increasing worldwide meltdown had driven a vast majority of humans to vile for whatever supplies, technology, power and territory they could, for however long as they could hold onto it. Nothing lasted long in these chaotic times. Nothing was assured. It was a living nightmare and everyone was desperate to hold onto any glimmer of hope they could. Friends and family could turn on one another within a blink of an eye. Even the very earth had turned on its inhabitants. <p>

One could never stay in one place for long, yet traveling was almost impossible. Once mighty cities had been leveled, leaving only ruins behind. Such ruins were still some of the only forms of shelter available to those remaining. Amongst them only a few brave scavengers would venture forth in hopes of finding and retrieving anything of value. Elizabeth could be considered one such scavenger. Having managed to retain some weaponry and the loyalty of her fiery canine Argos, she had an advantage over some others. Her stubborn will also kept her level headed and from resorting to more desperate behavior. <p>

Today was yet another day, or was it? The days seemed endless, and Elizabeth was beginning to suspect that this day had never ended. Hadn't she done this before? Walked this path before? Check that sport before? Found this before? Was it a trick of the mind? Déjà vu right? The loss of the passage of time, the repetitive and yet sudden, sporadic changes made things seem very much the same yet different. She could almost sense the impending attack, but still couldn't find herself prepared for it. Even Argos was always caught off guard. Always? But wasn't this the first time? Maybe the second? Or was it the hundredth? <p>

There it was again, from above, a shot fired, the sound echoing through the remains of the downtown station. A flash of searing pain ripped through Liz's shoulder as she felt the bullet penetrate her tissue and bury itself against her shoulder blade. The brunette gave a yelp of pain before diving down behind a wall of rubble taking cover. Argos let out a deafening roar followed by a challenging growl before leading over the wall and charging toward a figure before them. There were at least two by Elizabeth's count. She pulled her gun from it's holster strapped to her leg and shakily returned fire toward the one who'd sniped her from above. Though uncontrolled, she managed to clip the sniper forcing him to retreat. <p>

Argos had a flaming grip on the one before them preventing him from doing much. Liz struggled to remain conscious despite the blood loss. She leaned against the wall of rubble and peered over watching Argos's struggle with the second attacker. She steadied her weapon against the rock aiming for the attacker. <p>

"Argos back!" She called to the growlithe who released his hold on the enemy falling back to give Liz her shot. She fired twice, managing to make both shots land. The other fell back and collapsed to the ground unmoving. The girl let out a sigh of relief then a groan. She rolled back and relaxed against the rock but something nagged at the back of her mind. There was something else, something wrong, something missing. Argos sniffed the dead raider then turned and trotted back to Liz's side. Before the canine could reach her however another figure rose up rapidly before them brandishing a shotgun. Liz hurriedly raised her handgun but before she could fire the earth itself rose up flinging her, the raider and Argos across the room. <p>

Her handgun went flying out of reach. Argos slammed into a still standing pillar, the force of the collision caused the remaining pillar to become unstable and collapse on top of the fiery canine. Liz's head smacked hard into the stone floor and she gazed dizzily upward. The raider sustained only minor injury and was quickly on his feet once more. Liz could only see the shotgun muzzle in front of her. She gritted her teeth and glared at the raider, just knowing she should've seen this coming. <p>

"F***... not again."

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