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AjSol
 Posted: Jan 11 2018, 10:34 PM
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Dusk hated standing next to his Father, it not the people, it not what was happening, no it because he needed to smile. Starring at the grieving family without showing emotions was hard, smiled or frown and you be disrespecting the family, the dead and the spirits. "...send Dick off to a peaceful afterlife. Where he no longer..." He stance was noticeable straighter, the weight in his hand gotten much more heavier. His role in this was about to come along, it simple but so important to the right people. "Death is in all forms, and it leave it mark in both bad and good. Before we leave, we have a final gift from the fallen. Dusk?"

It was time, with a light heart inspirit of the heavy air, Dusk slowly left his from his father side. He pass the crying sisters, the sorrowful brother. He offer them no sympathy, it wasn't he place. No that trial is on their own shoulders, and that of their family. Finally he stood tall in front of the parents of the dearly departed. Both live a harsh life, used to the danger of Terrene and the price it cost. It shows that it not the first time they lost someone, both stone face all through out the service, yet every now of then the mother let lose a tear and the father eye water.

"As the body pass, and life fade away, your memories linger. Yet in time memories fade, and when such a day come," Dusk spoke softly, unwrapping the cloth in his hand to revel a unfinished wooden craving, It was soak in water, slightly fracture from spending week underwater, yet still recognizable to the family. "This shell remind you of the one you lost. Of the good days you have and the loved he brought to you." The service finished after he handed it to the Father, "Rest in peace, Dick Mason."

Later that night he was resting at the camp site outside of the town proper. While a few had offer to let them stay, fewer for free, his Father decided to camp outside instead. He felt drain from all the services they had perform today. Apparently there was a swarm of deadly fish earlier this month, and as their main food source is fishing, there was a lot of death. It did't help that after Mason death, the death rate increase because of his ghost type. But he shouldn't speak ill of the dead, and try to bring his thoughts in a difference direction. Like why was his father, Victor, was smiling like an idiot and what is in that basket.

"Dad? Wha-AHHHH!" He started to ask before he was trap in the tentacles of Lucy, the Jillicent brought him up to his father. "Hello son! I have the most wonderful news!" He shouted at him, a flash of red show that his mother Gengar was hiding within him. "Little Dawn had perform her first service! Which mean you can now go one you journey!" Oh, oh no. Dust knows actually where this was going, and doesn't like it one bit. "Oh?" It it was posible, his father smile got even wider. He blame Soul, the Gengar always enhance his father to this state. "Look like you know what that means after all! Good!"

When he wake up, the moon was high in the sky looking down at him. The weight of a Pokeball was on he chest, telling him that his fear was true. A sigh escape him, sounding something more fitting to someone that had given up to living. "Damn it dad, i didn't thought you would actually do it." It was a small comfort that he know his father wouldn't truly abandon him, mainly just leave alone under the watch of his team of ghost. There no point in fighting it, he was "alone" til either sunrised or he find a partner. "Let's get going I guess."

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[ Welcome to Terrene! I have prepared a short story that will play out for Dusk, in which a number of wild Pokemon will appear. Depending on Dusk's choices and interactions with these creatures, one of them could end up being Dusk's first Pokemon! Remember, I remain in control of all of these wild Pokemon until the end of the topic. Enjoy, and let me know if you have any questions! ]


Nighttime, winter, Desert Strip. There wasn't anywhere much colder in all of Terrene in these conditions, other than perhaps the higher reached of Onix Peak. The temperatures were well below freezing; if there had been any moisture in the Desert Strip, it would have been solid ice by midnight. Hopefully Dusk was aware of these conditions, having previously traveled through this area, and was well prepared.

These dark hours were not friendly ones, but perhaps to one of Dusk's lifestyle and occupation, it was less frightening. The night was more familiar to him- but that didn't make it any less dangerous.

Ahead of Dusk, a small form in the night crossed his path. Its pace was slow and its feet were dragging and it stared straight ahead, never turning to look at Dusk. If the human drew closer, he would be able to distinguish and identify the creature: a young Cubone. But something seemed... wrong.

Its movements were sloppy, weak, slow. Its hand was only loosely grasping its club; and in fact, as it passed by perpendicular to Dusk, the object slipped from its hand, and the Cubone didn't so much as blink or show any sign whatsoever that it noticed that it had dropped the bone, nor did it ever acknowledge Dusk. It simply shuffled, zombie-like, along its way toward the distant eastern coastline.

It would not respond to anything Dusk said, so he could either follow it... or attempt to physically handle it somehow.

But the Cubone wasn't the only creature in the area. In the other direction, a bit to the southwest, a small black rodent lounged, curled up head-to-tail. It wasn't sleeping, as it was nocturnal, but it didn't seem to be particularly interested in moving. It just watched: watched clouds move across the starry sky, watched the Cubone amble creepily on, watched the human stalking out into the desert, watched as a Sandile rapidly approached-

"Sssssan!" The reptile that suddenly appeared on the scene from further in the desert hissed out a squeaky, pleading hiss as it raced over to the Rattata. The Rattata's eyes squinted a bit, not appreciating how the silent and peaceful night it had been enjoying had been interrupted so suddenly and unsettlingly. It didn't bother to respond, or even move. It just stared at the shouting reptile.

The Sandile was about to plead again with the Rattata, when it spotted Dusk in the distance. It hesitated a moment, then skittered over to the human and hissed, "San-ssssan!" It then proceeded to run a circle around Dusk and then take off back toward the rat. It hissed again at the rat, and then ran back off in the direction it had come from.

Did it want Dusk to follow? The little rodent glanced at the retreating from of the Sandile, and then at Dusk, and then back at the Sandile. It seemed hesitant and indecisive, apparently mulling over some decision in its head. For now, it just laid its head back on the ground.

What events would transpire that night, and which ones would Dusk choose to attend to?


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 Posted: Jan 17 2018, 10:03 PM
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The nightly wind of the Desert Strip brushed against his skin, causing goosebumps to appear over his arms, before he could safety hid them in his cloak. It was a good thing that his cloak was layer with mereep wool, and that he was so used to the natural coldness that ghost brings, or else he would of been freezing very soon. He stood still for a movement, wondering which direction he should go first on his search. It doesn't matter how far away he would get from the town, Lucy and Soul would come and get him by daybreak, with or without a partner. Luckily for him, the choice was taken away from him with the arrival of a lonely soul.

Dusk watched the Cubone moved past him on it march, he clearly saw the lack of will that it hold within it. He tried to picture what had made it like that, only to picture up some dark thoughts born from his experiences and it's species lore. With a maybe accurate picture, he turn away from the sad sight, it goes against his values but without a body he can't help comfort it. Before he could lose himself in his mood, a sound broke him from his somber air. A smile broke out of his face as his mind went back to his younger day's when his uncle was a trainer and would visited them, With no mistake, Dusk turn and found a small Sandile hissing at one of the new Ratatta that appear last year.

He watch it calmly, unsure and afraid he would make it scare and cause it to run away. As if hearing his thoughts, and willing to prove him right, it turn it's head to him and stare hesitantly. Yet proving him wrong, instead of running away it ran straight at him. Dusk wasn't prideful enough to lie and say he wasn't scare, a wild pokemon was charging at him with out warning. Yet dispirit what he expected, it only hiss at him and circle around him. "Do you want me to follow you?" He ask out loud, more to himself then to the leaving sand lizard.His curiosity peak, he moved to followed after it.

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 Posted: Jan 18 2018, 06:16 PM
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The small rodent watched the human pass it by to follow the Sandile deeper into the desert; it then made up its mind on whatever issue had been plaguing it, and settled its head back down to its original resting position. Yes, life was good when you could just relax...

The Sandile, however, was far from relaxed. It glanced over its shoulder only once, to see who, if either, had decided to follow; upon seeing that there was, in fact, someone there, it picked up the speed. Apparently, wherever it wanted to lead him to, it was in a hurry. It hissed as it sped along, limbs flying in circular movements and its tail whipping back and forth as it powered along.

Hopefully Dusk could keep up for the quarter mile sprint that the reptile was taking him on.

It soon became clear what the crocodile was leading him to: there was a fight going on ahead, and a rather one-sided one, at that. A Cacnea, body peppered with small scorch marks, faced off against a particularly angry-looking striped cat.

Beyond the Cacnea, two small bodies, either completely unmoving or nearly so, laid on the cold and dry ground. But Dusk wouldn't be able to see who or what they were until he got past the battle; the Cacnea had itself positioned in the way, preventing everyone from accessing the fallen creatures behind it.

The Sandile approached the fight and leered at the Litten, who growled in reply. The cat glanced warily at Dusk, clearly wondering what his purpose here was. The Litten had been winning mere moments ago, but that was when the fight had been one on one... now it was one on two, perhaps even one on three if the human was going to join in.

Still, the Litten stood its ground. The Cacnea looked about ready to fall over, but it managed to keep upright despite its battle wounds. It kept glancing over its shoulder at whoever the two unmoving things were behind it. The Sandile glared viciously at the Litten, looking more than ready to lunge into the fight.

Dusk had a couple of options. He could join the fight on the side of one of the Pokemon. He could attempt to break up the fight somehow. He could try to pass the Cacnea who was guarding the fallen creatures to see who they were and what shape they were in. It seemed like the wild Pokemon were waiting for the human to change the tide of the battle, one way or another.


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He was so glad that one of his past games was chasing around old Bel, his grandfather Banette, around the house in crater. As the old pokemon usually never tried, it mean that their game of chase would last late into the evening. All that running prepared him, as he was able to keep up with the sandlie for the most part. Once or twice he almost lost it, but luckily the land was mostly flat, so he would see it in the distinct if he get too far behind.

Before he know it, Dusk found himself in the middle of a showdown. It took him a movement to understand what was happening, and a glance behind the Cacea gave him the last clue to make paint the picture. It look like he had a choice, either aid the Sandlie and it friend, or move away from them all together, He didn't think on it for long, he already went along so far, he might as well go with the flow and hope for the best.

With an admittedly soft growl, Dusk bare his teeth at the small kitten. He move his hand in a claw like manner, copying what he seen pokemon do while fighting. His eyes never left the felines, even as he move closer to the Cacea to help block the figures in the sand, He doesn't know what they are, heck they could be the Litten pack for all that matter, but he made his attention clear to all. He was siding with the two defenders.

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The fur along the wild Litten's spine raised up as the human showed his teeth and gave a soft growl. It snarled in return, but seemed to hesitate. Three against one were not the odds it had signed up for in this. Still, it spat embers at Dusk's face before turning tail and fleeing into the wilderness.

The Sandile let out an enraged hiss; instead of letting the cat flee, the angry desert crocodile gave chase. Apparently, it was not willing to cut its losses and let its enemy escape. It was bound and determined to make sure the Litten paid for what it had done to the Cacnea.

The cactus, however, stayed. It was less concerned with vengeance and more concerned with the two creatures it had been guarding, which Dusk would now be able to turn his attention to, unless he chose to follow the Sandile and Litten into the desert. The Cacnea turned its back to the fleeing cat and its pursuer, moving over to the two forms that laid on the ground.

The first was a pink creature. At first glance she could almost be mistaken for a human infant, but she was actually a humanoid Pokemon with pouty lips, big eyes, and blonde, messy hair. This poor creature was the worst off, entirely unconscious and breathing shallowly. A huge burn ran across the entire length of her face, and one of her eyes was swollen shut because of it. There were claw and bite marks on her hands and feet, many of them bleeding. She was alive, for now, but who knew if she would continue to live if she didn't receive immediate medical attention.

The second creature was black and orange and rather triangular in shape. It still held onto its consciousness, and it watched the Cacnea approach, and Dusk as well, if the human had chosen to stay rather than chase the Sandile and Litten further into the desert. It had small burns marks and a couple of scratches on its body, as well, but it was in far better shape than the Smoochum was. It croaked out a quiet sound, presumably either in gratitude or greeting.

The Cacnea itself was still dealing with its burns and gouges, but was pushing past its pain to check on the unfortunate victims of what looked like multiple fire types. Perhaps the Litten was only one member of a pride of cats that had attacked? If so, perhaps the Sandile did need help, or else it may be running right into a trap.

Then again, the creatures that weren't chasing the Litten needed help, too.

Again, Dusk had a choice to make. Chase after the Sandile to help it get its revenge, or at least attempt to keep it safe in case it was running toward a whole pride of cats? Stay with the casualties- and if he did stay, who would he tend to first?


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