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Aug 3 2018, 03:43 PM
Hey, all!

So, after thinking long and hard about it, and despite having my hands full with Kendon, I’ve decided to pick up a new character. The new starter process is just sooooo enticing. Kendon’s a variation of a character I used to RP/write with a lot, so I thought it’d be interesting, and challenging, to start a new character or revisit an old neglected one. The problem is, I can’t decide which I want, so I thought I’d ask you lovely people who you would like to see in Terrene! (Feel free to post with suggestions, all of the characters are in their rough draft stages).

Selene [17 y/o Female]
A young girl and, coincidentally, one of Kendon’s three sisters that he would have forgotten save for his journal. From a young age, she knew she wanted to be a nurse and help to take care of people and pokemon. She usually wears her hair up in a ponytail (idk why this is important but it is). While normally kind and gentle to people and pokemon alike, she’ll flare up immediately if she catches either one being a jerk in anyway. She isn’t afraid to involve herself in the conflicts of others, partly because of how nosy she is. She was also the closest sister to Kendon, and was the first to notice when he started having issues. I think it would be interesting for the two of them to potentially meet up down the line, for her to fill in the blanks for him and connect him to his past, but also as a way to showcase/emphasize how much Kendon had grown since the Sufferverse and how different of a person he’d (hopefully) be by that time.

Alice [12? y/o Female]
A child from Kanto. She was always picked on by the other kids in her class because of the homemade pokemon doll (species tbd) she always carried around with her. One day, she witnessed a trainer battle, and after seeing how strong the pokemon were she decided she wanted to be a pokemon, too. She asked her mother, a seamstress, to make her a pokemon hoodie (the kind where the hood is its head and the sleeves are its arms) matching the species of her beloved doll. Needless to say, this did not help her being bullied, but it did allow her to fight back (although she often got in trouble for getting physical). She refuses to take off her hoodie or let go of her doll. She was on a field trip with her class when the disasters first started occurring. At the time she gets rescued by Omega, she would have been abandoned by the other kids when their teacher wasn’t paying attention. If I end up choosing her, I can totally see a role reversal with her starter, where she acts like an unruly and misbehaving pokemon while the starter desperately tries to keep her in check.
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!!!”

Togedemaru screamed.

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.

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

Here's mine!

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..."
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