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The sun shone brightly in the sky, although it was all but hidden in the deep recesses of the Eastern Great Forest where Marina and Lily currently found themselves. It was hard enough moving to a new area and trying to get acclimated, but it was even harder when you lost all your most basic of memories. Marina supposed she couldn't be too angry at the people of Forest Beach Village for not being overly generous with their food and water supplies; the villagers had been <i>nice</i> enough, but they were quite clear that food, water, and shelter was provided on a merit-based basis. Nice wasn't putting food in the stomach of Marina and the Flabébé she had taken under her wing. <i>Why did I latch onto the first Pokemon I saw without putting any thought into it, again?</i> she wondered as she looked at the Flabébé floating alongside her. <br><br>

Helping out was all well and good, but there was only so much you could expect from someone who couldn't even remember the last time they had eaten. And Marina wasn't sure if she liked the idea of spending her entire life doing favors for necessities without ever having the clout to ask others to do favors for her. One older woman was kind enough to suggest that Marina go search for food on her own. The thought of doing something on her own, independent from others, struck Marina as appealing. All she had really was a pile of little round objects that others informed her were tokens; they were valuable, but not very much. Marina would rather get as much as she could on her own before resorting to bartering. <br><br>

She presently found herself standing in a berry bush, plucking as many of the little fruits off as she could find. The bush appeared to have been picked over by other Pokemon or people, but Marina and Lily were able to make a nice snack out of the ones they found. <i>This won't last though,</i> she realized with a frown as she peered into the brambles and found only unripened berries that still needed time to mature. <i>I'm going to have to think of some skill I have fast to get to bartering.</i> The alternative was to risk going deeper into the forest. There seemed to be an inverse relationship with the Pokemon found nearer to the edge. The weaker Pokemon hung out at the edge; they knew the humans wouldn't fear them as much. And it allowed them to stay away from the more dangerous ones lurking in the deepest, most unexplored areas. The areas that probably had a lot of berries due to the main inhabitants being carnivores. <br><br>

Spying a fallen log nearby, Marina sat down. She shook her hair back and ran her fingers through it. No one in the village had had a comb to lend or for sale. The few people Marina had spoken to had preferred to hack their hair off rather than tend to it. <i>Not me,</i> Marina thought. <i>I'll find some way of cleaning myself up if it's the last thing I do.</i> She saw no reason to sacrifice beauty just because everyone else had seemed to. <br><br>

As Marina sat, Lily found a sunny patch to bask in. If Marina didn't know better, she would have assumed that Lily part flower herself for as much as she acted like a little plant. Perhaps it was just in the nature of a Flabébé to seek out activities and situations that would be good for the growing flower as well? <br><br>

Marina stretched, feeling the warm, humid air pass over her muscles. She was perfectly content to hang around the woods, picking berries all day, but she wasn't sure if Lily was. <b>"Wanna stay out here for a while longer, Lily?"</b> she asked. She had found it was easier to communicate with Lily when she only asked one question at a time. Lily understood Marina fairly well - there were a few concepts she didn't get from time to time - and also seemed to know that Marina didn't understand her. If Marina phrased her questions right, however, the little fairy did a good enough job of gesticulating her answers. <br><br>

Lily nodded when Marina asked if she wanted to stay in the forest. As much as she liked being around people, it was nice to be out in nature. Plus it gave them a chance to find more yummy berries. <font class="fla">"We can stay a while longer, just don't give me any more yucky berries!"</font> she replied. What Marina had seen in those sickeningly sweet berries was beyond her. <br><br>

<b>"Alright then,"</b> Marina replied, standing up. <b>"Let's go see if we can find ourselves another berry bush or something."</b>

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<div class="marina-tag"><span class="name">marina savage</span> 796 words / © Jae</div>
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Going to visit the nearby town had seemed like such a great idea ten minutes ago, when Marina was still on the deserted shore where she had 'woken up.' Now that she had walked closer to the town, however, a feeling of self-consciousness was starting to kick in. The forest, with its thick underbrush, and dark canopy was starting to seem even more appealing. She was bound to make a fool of herself, seeing as how she couldn't remember anything. And it didn't help matters that she could feel how ratty her hair was. She could only imagine how bad she smelled. <br><br>

Lily, on the other hand, was not similarly affected. The Flabébé was fluttering along happily, dancing between Marina's legs as she walked and overall feeling exuberant that they were going to meet other people. <br><br>

Marina was careful to not step on the tiny, joyful Pokemon. <i>Maybe I'll let you steal the show. That'd work out well for both of us, I think.</i> From the short time Marina had known Lily, she had figured out that the Flabébé was very vain and very social. Hopefully she was good at attracting the attention she so desperately wanted, which would buy Marina time to do what she needed to do without any extraneous socializing. <br><br>

<i>Speaking of which what do I need...</i> Marina thought. She had initially wanted to find out if anyone knew her, but she wouldn't know the first place to start. Besides that, she knew she needed food and water. <i>Definitely food,</i> she confirmed when her stomach let out a growl. <br><br>

As the duo got closer to the village, Marina glanced down at Lily more and more often. She didn't want her Pokemon wandering away and getting trampled on. Marina herself had had to watch where she was stepping a few times. Even on the flower, Lily barely came up past Marina's ankles. She shuddered to think what would happen if someone didn't think to look for a tiny, bouncing Pokemon by their feet. <b>"Stay by me, Lily, other people might not watch where they're walking,"</b> she warned after shaking that gruesome thought out of her head. <br><br>

<font class="fla">"Ugh, yes, Mom,"</font> Lily replied, however, she did do as she was told and confined her movements to near Marina. She couldn't wait until she was older and bigger - and even prettier too! <br><br>

Marina was too busy glancing down at Lily that she failed to watch where she was going. Whether Lily didn't see either, or if she knew but didn't say anything was anyone's guess. Rather embarrassingly, while looking down, Marina bumped into something - or someone, rather, she noticed when she finally looked up. From near her feet she could hear the squeaky giggling of her Flabébé. Dusting herself off, Marina felt her face turn red. <b>"Hey, sorry about that. I got a bit distracted by the little one,"</b> she apologized sheepishly.

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<div class="marina-tag"><span class="name">marina savage</span> @Invi / 487 words / ahh so uninspired i'm sorry ;^; / © Jae</div>
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<div class="marina-box">[ Arriving in Terrene, meeting Lily, Marina and Lily getting to know each other ] <br><br>

It was like waking up from a dream, except most people didn't wake up standing on a beach with a whirl of sand around them and cold water lapping at their feet. <br><br>

<font class="mar-s">"Ugh,"</font> she groaned sluggishly as she backed away from the water and further up the beach where her feet would not get soaked. Well, more soaked than they already were. The worn black flats adorning her feet were completely wet. A sudden annoyance at having forgotten socks that day lanced through her, although she couldn't even remember if she actually had forgotten them or if she had intended to go without. <font class="mar-s">"Okay. Why am I here, with no socks on, standing in the water?"</font> Something about the water and the salty sea air was needling at her brain. <font class="mar-t">Water... something about water. Water is important.</font> <br><br>

Yes, truly a brilliant thought. Water was important. Genius. <br><br>

Marina pinched the bridge of her nose as she stared out at the deep blue sea. Sea... ocean... marine... <br><br>

marine... uh... <br><br>

... <br><br>

Marina! <br><br>

Her name was Marina. She couldn't remember much else, but she had a name that rung a bell. A part of her identity that had wiggled its way deeper into her subconscious than as merely a memory. Something to tell any other human being that she ran into, in the hopes she didn't sound like a total loon. <br><br>

Marina glanced down as she registered her foot bumping into something on the beach. It was a bag. For her? No one else was around, but Marina couldn't remember bringing a bag. On the other hand, she couldn't remember <font class="mar-t">not</font> bringing a bag, either. <font class="mar-s">"Guess it's mine now,"</font> she decided as she lifted the bag. Inside was the strangest assortment of items. A few red and white objects her brain vaguely reminded her were pokeballs, a bottle of the spray that healed Pokemon, and three random berries. <br><br>

These were all well and good for someone who had a Pokemon. But Marina didn't have a Pokemon. <br><br>

Did she? <br><br>

As if on cue, Marina heard the faintest sound of sand being displaced over the waves. In tandem with the pitter-patters, she could hear little squeaks. She looked over her shoulder in the direction of the noises and saw a flower bouncing toward her. A flower. Bouncing toward her. When it arrived at her feet, Marina stared at it and saw a tiny white creature sitting atop the flower, clinging to its pistil, and staring back at her. It let out a series of squeaks that could be interpreted as a giggle. <font class="mar-s">"Are you... my Pokemon?"</font> Marina asked, gesturing at herself. <br><br>

The Flabébé giggled again and used its tiny wings to twirl in the air after it heard the question. <font class="fla">"Maybe, maybe not,"</font> the fairy Pokemon replied as it sized up Marina. <font class="fla">"You're a bit messy, and more than a bit stinky, but I guess you could be pretty enough to be my human after you clean yourself up. At least for your sake you'd better be, because I kinda don't want to get too far away from you, but I'd rather not be stuck with an ugly person, either."</font> Marina put a hand on her hip. She couldn't understand the Pokemon's excited squeaks, and she wasn't even sure if it could understand her. It did seem like the Flabébé was trying to communicate <i>something</i>, though, so Marina remained quiet as it continued its squeaky babbling. <br><br>

<font class="fla">"The question is am I cute enough to be your Pokemon? Oh what am I saying, of course I am,"</font> the Flabébé laughed. <br><br>

<font class="mar-s">"My name's Marina. It's, uh, nice to meet you,"</font> Marina replied, still not sure that the Flabébé could understand her. <br><br>

<font class="fla">"I don't know what my name is, but I do know I'm a Flabébé,"</font> the fairy replied. <font class="fla">"If you're going to be my human, do you have a name for me?"</font> <br><br>

<font class="mar-s">"Well, I can't just call you Flabébé, so I'll have to come up with something. I'll feel really stupid if someone comes along and says you're their Pokemon, though."</font> She sighed and shook her head, buying a few more seconds to rack her disturbingly empty mind for a fitting name for the little Pokemon waiting before her. <font class="mar-s">"How do you like the sound of Lily?"</font> Marina asked. <font class="mar-s">"Lily's a pretty name and you're a pretty little fairy with a pretty little flower."</font> <br><br>

<font class="fla">"Oh well, if you're going to flatter me so, how can I refuse? Lily it is then,"</font> Lily replied, the pink blush marks on her cheeks becoming slightly more prominent. She enjoyed a good compliment as much as the next Pokemon, unfortunately most of the Pokemon she had met in the forest and on the beach didn't appreciate her delicate beauty. It was nice to meet the human Marina who had an eye for style, unlike those other uncouth louts who wouldn't recognize true beauty if it tap-danced on their heads. All things considered, there were <i>probably</i> worse humans to feel bound to. <br><br>

With the Pokemon situation sorted, Marina crossed her arms in front of her chest and furrowed her brow in thought. Looking around, she could see what looked like a town in the distance. A town meant civilization, people, food. She could also see a forest with lots of deciduous trees nearby as well. Civilization, or exploration? Or just hanging out on the beach? <font class="mar-s">"So... uh, now that you're here and I'm here... what next?"</font>


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the calm before the storm [starter]<br>
▲▲ gains: + flabébé <br>
▼▼ losses: - memories, sunny (rip :c) <br> <br>

this is the sea, as you can see [development]<br>
▲▲ gains: + 100 tokens, + 2% loyalty on Lily <br>
▼▼ losses: - n/a <br> <br>

a day on the town [social - elka]<br>
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The sun rising calmly in the east was the first sign something was wrong.

It had to be. The sun had not risen properly in years… or months… or since yesterday; Marina didn’t know. Her haggard, crusty eyes fixated on the sunrise like an old man’s eyes would fixate on an unfamiliar youth wearing baggy clothing.

She sat up, brushing loose twigs and leaves off her shirt. Beside her, she felt Sunny stirring awake. Had he even slept? She certainly couldn’t sleep with all the weirdness, but maybe his brain was able to find rest somehow.

“Let’s go outside, Sunny, something seems weird,” Marina murmured to her Pikachu.

Sunny yawned and rubbed his eyes. “Pi-pika-pi,” he chattered in response, clambering languidly up her arm to perch on her shoulder. When he was set, Marina got to her feet. She was unsteady at first and had to grab onto a tree branch until the fuzzy blackness dissipated.

If the day was going to be normal, may as well make the best of it. Marina glanced at the ramshackle shelter she and Sunny had been living out of. When disaster had struck and she found her parents gone, Marina and Sunny had holed up in a dense thicket. Between the brambles, Sunny’s electric attacks, and the small weapons Marina had managed to obtain, even the bravest vagrants left the pair well-enough alone. Their little home was small, a patch of mossy grass between a few large trees and thorn bushes.

After the unsteady sensation passed, Marina hoisted herself and Sunny up onto the low branch and out of the thicket. She used to crawl in through a small hole in the bushes, but one day she suddenly found herself too large to fit. The forest around them was in bad shape - half the trees were dead, many of them had fallen over. It was only a matter of time before the tree above her little hovel came down. Like many things, Marina did not dread this or try to prepare for it - nature seemed to do as it wished these days. It was just another fact of life. Like hunger, exhaustion, and the complete lack of showers.

The sight beyond the forest line was not much better. Hearthome was in ruins. The formerly tall, proud buildings had been taken down a peg by the powerful windstorms and earthquakes. What structures still stood were completely destroyed. Roofs were caved in; most walls had collapsed and the ones that weren’t bore the graffiti of the various gangs that had formed in the chaos. At first Marina had feared them, and perhaps the only reason she did not continue to do so was because they were all dead, but she eventually came to understand that it was just people trying to survive the way they knew how.

Hearthome was the same as it always was, and it was not what had Marina’s current attention. She glanced up. The sky was a normal blue with a few puffy clouds lazing their way across, the sun was bright, but not scaldingly so as it had been. Bird Pokemon didn’t sing anymore, but if they did, that would have been the morning to hear their songs. A gentle breeze teased the trees into rustling slightly. The ground was still.

Marina could see a few others walking the streets. They looked as zombie-like as she felt. She didn't know if she recognized any of them from... before. Not that it mattered.

A man with graying brown hair and wearing a filthy blue shirt that was too loose for his thin frame stood near her. “Is it over?” he asked. “Have the gods decided we've had enough punishment?”

Marina shook her head. “I don't know.”

The man shambled off toward another part of town. Marina let him go. She didn't trust this normalcy enough to start trying to rebuild civilization and clearly neither did he.

Marina’s stomach growled and she heard Sunny’s rumble in response. “Let's see if we can find some food.”

She wasn’t entirely optimistic there would be any good food left, but it was worth a shot to look. When the chaos started, it had felt like it would never let up. Some of the more egregious looters had probably been killed by the flying wreckage in those first hours, so maybe some food still remained. And what better place to start looking than a grocery store, she thought as she made a beeline toward Tom’s, one of the small grocery stores in the vicinity. She could vaguely remember going there for sweets after school some days.

“Am I a bad person for kinda hoping Tom didn’t make it?” Marina asked Sunny. “‘Cause if he did, then he probably took as much as he could carry.”

“Pika…” Sunny replied in a weary voice. The Sunny that would have found that statement disturbing had died long ago, at the same time as the Marina who would never dream of saying such a thing.

“Let’s split up. You sniff around and see if you can find anything s’not rotten. I’ll get the stuff on the shelves. If anyone comes in and bugs ya, zap ‘em.”

Sunny nodded and hopped off Marina’s shoulder, shoving his nose into upturned boxes and crawling into the dark corners of the very bottom shelves. Marina sifted through rubble, hoping to find something - anything. She’d even take a can of creamed corn, and she hated creamed corn.

Marina didn’t really pay attention when her ears began to ache. Her entire body ached sporadically, this was just par for the course. Sunny abandoned his search for food to cower in a cardboard box, covering his ears. That got her attention. Both of them had been hardened by the chaos; he wouldn’t be cowering if there was nothing wrong. I knew it…

Marina was about to recall him to his Pokeball, the one place of solace left for Pokemon it seemed, when she felt like she had been hit by a truck. A heavy, dusty truck.

For a brief moment she was knocked unconscious, and when she came to, she hacked in the cloud of filthy dust. The heaviness remained, and when the dust settled, she could see the roof had caved in. Above her, the sky was now black with swirling dark clouds. The wind howled.

“Pikaa! Pika-pi!”

His cries were scared, pained. Marina struggled to lift the piece of roof off of her, but it was far too much for her weak body to manage. For Sunny’s sake, she suppressed an ironic laugh; moments ago she had been thinking about looters who stayed in a building too long and got killed for it, and now she was one of them. They were trapped and no one was coming to save them. No one cared.

She wanted to comfort Sunny, but she didn’t know what to say. 'I'm sorry'? ’It’s over now’? ‘We won’t have to suffer anymore’? ‘See ya on the other side’?

The plaster crushing her chest was making it hard to breathe. She had to say something. “Su-nny,” she gasped, before the world went black.
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