A Legendary Adventure

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[OOC: Until Gore and/or Jaydin return(s) or some new event arises, my character does not have much to do.]

As dusk faded into night, the sunset's golden light melted out of the sky, leaving a vast depth of cold, dark blue. Stars lay scattered upon the canvas of the heavens, shimmering icy white as a silver full moon rose above the horizon. When it first appeared the moon seemed large and close, but gradually shrank as it moved higher--like so many dreams that drift out of reach, but never lose their beauty. Dawn lay awake, watching the world about him change. He had often wondered at the distance he could feel between himself and the stars when he viewed them on clear nights, but that he could not sense from paintings or photographs. Lifting his head silently, the Espeon stared at the lunar disk that now flooded its part of the world with ghostly, yet enchanting light. Doctor . . . What would you say if you were here now? A night breeze ruffled Dawn's fur, and he opened his mouth to breathe in the cool air. The psychic type's mouth closed as his head returned to its place in the soft grass. I don't suppose I'll be sleeping much tonight.
 
Gore snarled and pinned Jaydin to the ground. He was getting pretty angry now.
"Don't make me kick your ass! I don't have to take this from you! Oh, and just so you know, you're pissing me off, not helping me! And I'm not going to jump at the first chance to have a companion, either! I need time to heal and to be able to love again, alright! Some crappy things happened to me that I'm not about to forget right this second! I need someone patient and understanding, not some annoying little bastard like you! By the way, you're better than me! You get to have friends without having to worry about them leaving you heartbroken!" Gore roared ferociously. He leapt off of Jaydin and stalked away furiously. Then, all of a sudden, Gore's aggravated huffs turned into mournful sobs. He crumpled into a furry heap on the ground and let the tears he had been holding back trickle down his cheeks.
 
[[ OOC: Some mood setting music.]]

Defeated, Jaydin stood on stiff, painful limbs. Gore had ripped at his very spirit, taking the only thing left to him that was important. Unlike what Gore had said, the Linoone had no friends other than his trainer and her two Pokemon; neither of them were unquestioning or very forgiving, as Jaydin was the newcomer of the three. As he rose, he realized that Gore had - perhaps intentionally - bruised or broken something. It hurt to breathe and to move more even than to watch the Mightyena shamble away, trailing behind him empty tears of a loss that the Linoone understood better than his aggressor had let on. Jaydin understood exactly why Gore felt pain, why he refused the weasel-like Linoone's help... But he did not understand his aggression. It hurt him violently in a chamber deep in his heart that lay buried beneath a much different kind of sorrow.

In the face of someone who wanted to kill him, Jaydin approached. He locked sorrowful eyes to sorrowful eyes with the Mightyena, and spoke quite simply, though the hurt in his voice was enough to tell. "I'm not stupid, though you seem to think I am. You think I'm just a common rat with no place around you. I accept your pain, but I will never understand why you seek to hurt me. I'm sorry I ever tried to be nice to you." With that, tail hanging low near to the ground, Jaydin limped rather ungracefully in the opposite direction. He was going to rejoin the group and hopefully find better company to keep.
 
Gore lifted his head and saw the damage he had caused. Guilt washed over him, he had not meant to actually harm Jaydin. Gore knew what he had to do, there was only one way to heal Jaydin. There was only one way to apologize to him. Friendship. Gore also knew that he would lose himself if he didn't give Jaydin his companionship. He stood up and sighed.
"No, friend. You are wrong. I am sorry. All this time I've been trying to stop the pain, but all I've done was pass it on to others. I'm sorry for hurting you both physically and emotionally. I have no right to do that just because I was hurt, too. I cannot promise you that I'll be a very trusting companion at first..." Gore paused to pick up Jaydin and set him on his back. He smirked sorrowfully, but with determination.
"But in time I will learn to love again, as long as you give me the time to heal from my emotional wounds. I will always be scarred, but if you give me faith and stay loyal to me, I will forgive and forget. I'm asking you to be patient and understanding, can you do that?" Gore asked the injured Linoone on his back.
 
Name: Anastasia Florenz

Gender:
Female

Pokemon:
Umbreon

History:
((This begins with a description of the society in which Anastasia was born. This may help to explain Anastasia's personality, but is not absolutely necessary. If you would like to skip it, it will not hurt your understanding of the character terribly. Scroll down until you see bolded underlined letters.))
Anastasia was born into a closed, exclusively Pokemon religious society, in which the citizens were required to emulate a medieval life-style to the best of their ability. There were three basic social classes within this castle-state: The nobility, the military, and the working class. These were further divided into the Royalty, the Aristocracy, the Knighthood, the Militia, the Mercantile Class, and the Serfs. The Mercantile class, by far the largest of the six, was then divided into countless positions, including a class of artists, artisans and architects. The serfs were either house-hold servants for the upper classes, farmers, or fishermen. Like a traditional fife-dome, wealth was concentrated primarily in the top two "noble classes;" unlike a traditional fife-dome, however, Anastasia's city was placed in an almost ideal location for commerce and produce: The farm-land was rich, and good for almost any kind of agricultural exploit; the ocean lay a mere two miles to the east of the city, where a port and fishery were kept in proper working order; gold and iron were found in abundance within a small range of mountains surrounding the castle and its city, and the list went on. The city very quickly became very rich, and the standards of living for even the peasantry were very high--for a society of the middle-ages, anyway.

The actual religion which kept these pokemon wandering in the Dark Ages is a bit of a mystery, even to the highest clerical officials in the church. It dates, not surprisingly, to an early period of the Dark Ages, and few written records were made during the time of its founding; none survived. It was only through word of mouth that the ideas survived. Actual doctrine is subject to much debate; the only thing which everyone seems to agree upon, is that there is a God, and that His will is expressed through the will of the people, and that He created the royalty to interpret that will and rule. Those who tried to break this mold, to destroy The Royalty or deny The People, were eventually given what they wanted, but at the expense of their happiness and the stability of their society.

By the time Anastasia was born, the religion held little sway over the society it had created and preserved from modernity. Instead, tradition, protocol, and law ran the day-to-day lives of the citizenry, and these powers were just as stern, and much colder than even the most conservative god. The class-structure was strictly preserved, supposedly for the good of everyone. If the society was to be guaranteed plenty of fish to eat, they reasoned, then every fisherman's son had to become a fisherman. If citizens were allowed to pursue whatever profession or life-style suited them, society would quickly become a dysfunctional mob of self-seeking capitalists (a word scorned by the rare scholar knowledgeable enough of outside world to know the meaning of the word), with no interest whatsoever in supporting his community. They placed the good of the collective far above the good of the individual, and every citizen was expected to disregard his or her own desires, and fulfill his or her alloted role for the good of society. To make sure that this happened, uniform class-dress became mandatory (nudity having been illegal since time immemorial), and only marriages arranged by the parents were seen as legal.

(((ANASTASIA'S STORY BEGINS HERE. EVERYTHING THAT FOLLOWED WAS RELATIVELY SUPERFULOUS CLARIFICATION AND EXPLANATION)))

It was in this regard that the puritanical powers of Anastasia's home destroyed her. She was born into the very highest class in the city, that of the Royalty. She was the fourteenth daughter of the Lord's first wife, and enjoyed all the privileges and wealth of a princess. In many ways, she was one of the most exorbitant creatures of the planet. Even the pet Pokemon of billionaire-capitalists in the Hoenn region did not see as much money pass through their estate as she. As such, she grew up used to power, and used to indulgence. She could have whatever she wanted, almost without limit. However, there was a limit, as she would learn at the age of sixteen. Even she could not break the rules society imposed.

As fate would have it, the girl fell desperately in love with an Espeon by the name of Henry. Spoiled as she was, she made no secret of her desire for his companionship. However, that same Blind Fate, as it is wont to do, had made this love impossible: Henry was a knight. Yes, he was a heroic knight, one of the finest the city had ever seen. However, he remained a knight, and by the mandate of the city's laws, he was required to marry a lady of the Fealty, whose sole job would be to care for his armor, to train with him, and to see to it that he performed his knightly duties to the best of his ability. Anastasia had not been born to this class, had not been raised for this role, and would be entirely incapable of performing it. She was denied her request.

Predictably, Anastasia was not about to take no for an answer. After much pleading, she despaired, and fell into solitude and depression. She refused to eat, and quickly grew pale and thin, a mere phantom of what she once was. Her fur lost its gleam, her eyes lost their glow. She did this to herself intentionally, to spite her father, and to convince him of his fault. The lord, however, was of a harder temperament than she had counted on. The day came when he would have no more of it. Enraged at his daughter's impudent behavior, he decided to exercise his own authority, and punish his daughter, by stripping the two of them of their rank and banishing them, together. As he put it, "You may have him, but only at the cost of all that you possess."

Ironically, Henry was not even aware of the Lady's desire until this royal mandate was passed. Naturally, he despised the Umbreon, for what she had done to him, and for the selfishness and disregard for principle she had shown. When she followed him, and refused to leave him, he attacked her, and left her, bruised and battered, behind him.

Anastasia nearly died during her first days alone. She wandered, aimlessly and helplessly, through the wilds surrounding her home. She was completely incompetent as to survival as a wild Pokemon, but she was fortunate. As it happened, the level of the wild Pokemon in her area was very low, and she met very few problems there. She had at least been taught to fight in her Castle. With the help of a few Pidgeys and Ratatas, (who were doubtlessly seeking her protection in exchange for their services), she quickly learned to forage for food, and to find shelter during the colder months. In a short while, she was transformed into a wild Pokemon.

This transformation was not nearly as dramatic as the change her personality underwent during this time, however. She became quiet, and introspective. She was no longer melodramatically wasting away for her father, but still she wasted. Though she ate, and did all she could to keep herself alive and comfortable, she became little more than a shadow. Once she learned to live alone, she did so. She avoided other Pokemon, and kept to herself. Every once in a while, she came out to talk to the occasional, exceptionally peculiar Pokemon, but still, she was becoming an absolute introvert.

Lately, she has begun to combat this tendency. Being alone has had the unlikely effect of diminishing her ego. It has made her, of all things, lonely. Still, even when she comes into contact with other Pokemon, she rarely talks, and never does so about herself.

Personality:
(I have my own little way of developing a personality... This is more for myself than you all. It's a system I use for both creating and describing a personality. Hope you don't mind!)

A. Goal: Anastasia's goal, simply put, is to find a goal. Before, she had lived to please herself. Now, life has taught her the unworthiness of this aim--but it has failed to give her a superior alternative. She is a wanderer, who seeks, if anything, something to aspire to.

E. Attitude Towards Life/Death:
~1. Self: Anastasia fears death as much as anyone, but she doesn't hold the same solemn reverence that most people have. She believes in the Deity and in life after death, but she also believes herself doomed to damnation. According to her religion, banishment from her society guarantees her this. However, with this idea comes resignation. Since she can't avoid it, she thinks of it little. When she does think of it, it is with a sigh, but only a sigh. If her death came, that sigh would probably not be a breath heavier.
~2. Others: Anastasia is not a hero. She is not a defender of the weak, and she will not sacrifice herself for another. Although she mourns the death of any creature, she will do little to prevent it.

G. Attitude Toward Money/Power: Anastasia sees little value in either. She prefers, of course, to be the most powerful Pokemon in her territory for security, but she does not crave power or influence. She can live with defeat, and finds battling in and of itself, an unsatisfying endeavor.

H. Attitude Toward Work: Anastasia was made extremely lazy by her life as a princess. However, living alone in the wild is a wearisome task, and requires effort. She is not alien to hard-labor in this regard. however, she never could teach herself to love work, and there is scarcely a task she will not greet with a groan. That said, every job she groans at, she can complete.

I. Attitude Toward Danger: Anastasia flees from danger. She sees no reason to risk harm if harm can be avoided. She is completely selfish.

J. Attitude Toward Fighting: She will do it if necessary, but she finds no pleasure in battle.

K. Attitude Toward Anger/Forgiveness: Anastasia does not get angry; she gets bitter. Although she is not prone to fiery outbursts (even when a pampered princess, her nature taught her to sulk for what she wanted), she will hold a grudge for a lifetime. The longer she holds such resentment, the stronger it becomes. Slowly, over time, these feelings are likely to affect the way she treats the person for whom they are held. If it gets bad enough, she is not afraid of making enemies. There is no real moral boundary for her, as far as hurting other people goes. If she wants to hurt a person, and she can hurt that person, and there aren't any significant consequences barring her, she will hurt that person.

G. Self-image: Anastasia thinks very little of herself--but she thinks less of everyone else. She is one of those cynical, pessimistic bastards who bemoans her own faults on one decibel, and wails the the faults of the world three hundred decibels louder.

Other:

There are three unusual features to Anastasia: First, she can speak perfect English. As her home kept up significant trade with the human nations, being able to communicate with them was absolutely necessary. Second, she evolved during twilight, when the moon and sun were balanced in the sky. Although she evolved into an Umbreon, her eyes are a pale blue, like those of an Espeon, and a scarlet jewel sits in place of the typical golden ring on her forehead. Third, like everyone in her old home, she wears clothing. Upon her banishment, she had one last dress sewn for her, in the Elizabethan fashion. It is mainly black, but is covered with tiny, crisscrossing lines of golden silk, which, when seen completely unwrapped and unfurled, is a sketch of a magnificent Espeon, dressed in a knight's full brigalia.This is draped around her, like clothing was around noble horses of the middle-ages ( https://www.aceros-de-hispania.com/image/marto/armour-12b.jpg ). Her neck is surrounded by a small ruff, again typical of the Elizabethan era. ( https://www.elizabethancostume.net/images/ruffmake/ruffman2.jpg ) The inside of the dress, which can be seen around the collar, and when the bottom of the dress sways in the wind, is lined with scarlet silk.

ROLEPLAY

((Whew! I'm a little out of practice, and writing that out has tired me out! I'll edit in a roleplay response later if no one replies. But don't feel any pressure to wait for me... I'll just respond to whatever the situation is when I get on.))

 
OOC: You are accepted! Your character is very interesting... Sounds like she needs a hug, but also sounds like she should be left alone. Oh, and I love your signature, it's so true! XD
 
((BIC))

Anastasia found it a strain not to laugh, as she sat hidden in some shrubs near Gore. Attracted by the sudden flight of the Spearows, she had come expecting some exceptionally strong Pokemon who might threaten her if she wasn't careful to note its movements and stay out of its path. What she had found were indeed strong in body--but at heart, these newcomers were obviously the sort of frail and frightened Magikarp she loved most. Weaklings like them were one of her few remaining joys in life, reminders of her superiority in the grand scheme of things. She stood, and crept into the clearing as silently as her significant talents would allow, ready to have some fun.

"I will always be scarred, but if you give me faith and stay loyal to me, I will forgive and forget." She mocked in a sing-song voice, as she seemed to rise like some preternatural shadow from the brown, crackling foliage. She laughed. "For God sake man, you two aren't alone in this forest; some of us aren't prepared to be nauseated by your troubles."

As the two of them took notice of her, Anastasia stretched, and smiled, cat-like, at the Mightyena. "Not that I'm not used to it, of course. This forest is full of low-level babies, who seem to be always so caught up in their own little sob-stories, that they don't notice that the audience they're moaning to is laughing at them. Still, they're children. To see an evolved, high level Pokemon like yourself so selfish, so melodramatic, so... blindly egotistical... It's disturbing! It's like watching a grown man dirty his pants, and then whine for a change."


Anastasia gave one last stretch and a yawn, and then sat before the Linoone and Mightyena, still wearing her soft little grin. "But enough of that. Who am I to judge? Tell me, what brings you to my forest?"
 
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"Your forest? Jesus, help me, I've run into some high class snob! I believe that my business is my business, thank you very much, your highness. A fitting name for you, don't you think? I'm selfish? Do you see me leaving this injured Linoone by himself? I suggest you shut the hell up until you know what you're talking about. And you're one to speak, you come here running your mouth and calling me selfish! I doubt you'd share your food with a dying creature. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have important things to do other than wasting my time with some... I don't think even bastard matches your attitude. Now, I really must tend to this Linoone's injuries, you nosy little ass." Gore replied, smirking with amusement. He pushed past Anastasia with ease and headed towards Jezz and Dawn. Gore wasn't very effected by Anastasia's mocking. He never let a brat like her get to him.
 
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I offend you? I'm sure I didn't mean it. I was only pointing out what I thought was obvious... Please, do understand that if I had known you were blind to your faults, I'd certainly have let you stay blissfully ignorant. Do forgive me. Speaking of mercy, you'll have to extend a double portion to me; I've twice forgotten my manners. I'm Anastasia."

Anastasia, her smile never wavering, followed alongside Gore, hardly making a sound with her gentle walk. Had an alien, or anyone unfamiliar with English, seen Anastasia throughout this, they would have thought her the epitome of courtesy and respect. She curtsied at just the right moment, nodded, smiled, and seemed the very model of a frail but loving matron. She loved to act.

"Now, as to your eh... questions, shall we call them?... First, I would in fact share my food with a dying creature, assuming of course that there would still be enough to keep me alive, as there apparently was in your case. If there weren't enough to keep us both alive, you do have a point, I would certainly chose to live, but it's all really an irrelevant point. We all die in the end, and trying to preserve another by killing yourself is merely prolonging the inevitable.

Second, you're quite right, I'm a fully legitimate child, the fourteenth daughter of Henry the Jolteon, and I would be eternally obliged if you would refrain from implying otherwise; unlike myself, my father was a very pious, pure man.

Third, your business becomes my business when you violate my very clearly marked territory without explanation. I'm perfectly happy to accommodate you, and I'm certainly not going to ask you to leave your mmm... what is he now, your prey? Anyway, the point is, I'll allow visitors occasionally into my territory, espescially under such extenuating circumstances, but you have to understand, I can't just let everyone come and usurp my land, can I? I'd run out of food. You look wild, you ought to know that? Or perhaps you didn't... Hm... Well, I suppose that just goes to show, doesn't it? Anyway...

Fourth, you can't exactly order me to leave my own home, can you?

Last, I don't really see how you can be angry with me for this Linoone's fate when it was you who gave him those wounds in the first place. I mean, if I were to find the nearest poor... helpless... friendless pidgey, rip out its wings, and bully it for the sheer pleasure of feeling superior (which, with all due respect sir, is more or less what you did here), and then got angry with you because I needed to tend to the pidgey's wounds, wouldn't you be rather indignant, hmmmm?"

Anastasia's glanced up at the Mightyena, her lofty smile a mile long at this point. She chuckled under her breath, daring Gore to try and do something about her.
 
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Gore didn't seem to notice her for a long time, then he sighed heavily. Then he chuckled, deciding to take a different approach.
"You know what? You're absolutely right. I'm terribly sorry for trespassing. Will you ever forgive me?" Gore asked, giving Anastasia a charming smile. He chuckled once more, this time louder.
"Oh, and actually, this is my friend. He is Jaydin, and I am Gore. I'm pleased to meet you, Princess Anastasia." Gore added, winking. There was no way that this annoying Umbreon was going to get the reaction she wanted. Gore looked her up and down. She looked about a year younger than him. Gore almost snorted, but caught himself. If she took this too far, he would certainly attack her, that was for sure. Gore knew he had a couple of good advantages against Anastasia. The question was, what level was she? Levels made all the difference, but surely his level was higher than hers?
 
((Should we wait until someone else responds to avoid hijacking the thread, or just assume that people will jump in when they feel like it?))

Anastasia cringed.

"I am not a princess." she said sharply, her smile suddenly vanishing, "I am lower than a peasant, and you would do well to remember that. As a matter of fact, if you're going to stay here with that Linoone, you should probably avoid talking about my home at all. How you knew anything about that is beyond me but..."

For a moment, Anastasia glared at Gore, rigid, angry, perhaps a little sad. The gleeful, albeit sadistic, light which had just a moment before been her playmate was gone. She was a shadow within a shadow, grief enveloped in bitterness.

But, before anyone could utter the proverbial Jack Robinson, she was grinning once more, and her bubbly, gleeful satire was back. Indeed, her affected ill-intentioned effervescence seemed to return with twice its original vigor to make up for the lapse it had suffered.

"But that was years and years ago!" She laughed, more to herself than Gore, "We needn't think about that. My father (In peace may he rest) is probably dead, and if he isn't, his age will make him wish he were. The world I left is gone. Like all good things, home has been laid waste to by Time."

"And, speaking of time," she laughed, her attention fully on Gore now, "I do believe its something your Linoone is short on. I'm afraid that if you don't hurry with your miracle medical procedure, we may have to put him out of his misery. I think you broke his rib; who knows what organs you may have ruptured in your little temper tantrum. Perhaps he's bleeding inside. Perhaps he'll drop dead any moment!"

Anastasia glanced up, her eyes meeting his. Though both were caught in a pretension at courtesy and respect, the eye does not know the game. Hatred could be read in her opal eyes as clearly as though it were a pair of great, icy letters engraved in her skull. She was irresistibly reminded of the reference he'd made to her once-glorious past, and the memories and regrets it brought back to mind bore into her like so many thousand nails, each one getting rustier, and more painful with age. She was convinced, absolutely convinced, that he'd called her princess for just this effect. He'd winked hadn't he? Cruel, spiteful wink! It said that he knew her shame, knew her pain, and laughed at it. No longer was he her toy. Now she was really angry. Now he was not merely an opponent in a game of verbal chess, he was her enemy, in blood and spirit. And, as she glanced up at the dog's ear, she thought of just the way to get back at him.

"Hmmm... Tch tch tch, you know, my father taught me when I was very young to keep a leash on my temper, and I guess now you can see why! Self control, he said, was the way to a stable life. Didn't your father ever.... Ah, that's right, but I suppose yours was too busy choking on your ear to impart any such wisdom, so I can't really blame you for that, can I? I mean, we can't all have the head of church as our father, can we?

Besides, this is what you wanted, right? To make a quick meal off your puny little prey? If your story about your ear is any indicator--yes, I'd been in the bushes long enough to hear about that--I guess you probably inherited that kind of behavior from dear old dad. We can't help imitating our parents you know, no matter how much we hate them--It's a scientific fact!"
 
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Voices. Dawn's ears pricked upward as he raised his head then paused for a moment to listen. Whoever was approaching seemed relatively confident since they made no attempts to soften their footfalls or lower their tones. One voice was familiar, the other unfamiliar, and a third notably absent. He sniffed the air. Three scents--and one of them Jaydin's. How curious . . . The Espeon stood, glanced back at Jezz, then quietly tread toward the Pokemon trio--his apparent stealth intended more to avoid disturbing his electric companion's sleep than to mask his presence from the others.

Finding a shadowed area he deemed suitable, Dawn fell still and awaited the approach of Gore, Jaydin, and the unknown speaker. As he waited, the psychic type listened to the occurring conversation. Sounds hostile at best. I wonder what I'm getting myself into here . . . A thread of wind brushed by him, causing him to straighten a little. Something feels wrong. Dawn stepped forward into a shaft of moonlight, revealing himself in the same moment his eyes found the Umbreon, Mightyena, and Linoone. Instantly he recognized that Jaydin was injured, but also that another situation was arising that could easily turn ill. While he did not know the situation exactly, he could see well enough that personalities were clashing and tempers were rising. Hopefully I don't mess this up too badly.

"Jaydin, Gore, it's good to see you again," Dawn greeted in a soft, yet warm voice--careful to prevent too much emotion from revealing itself, yet equally careful to let his sincerity remain evident. He turned and nodded at Anastasia. "I know not your name, but it's nice to meet you." The Espeon's dark eyes flicked back toward Jaydin. "Sorry if I seem abrupt, but I think I ought to give you some medical treatment, Jaydin." His tail motioned toward one direction, and his attention refocused on Gore. "Jezz is over that way, if you were planning to rejoin us. If not, then please at least wait until I can find some herbs to ease your companion's pain. Once morning comes, I'll be able to heal him properly."
 
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((As Mightyena said to someone else who asked,

OoC: Well, unless somebody else joins this RP as a legendary, you wouldn't be able to RP with anybody. You see, the whole RP is about a group of Pokemon trying to rescue the legendaries, so we'd only meet at the end of the RP. Hmm, we could make it so that your character escaped from Team Rocket and ran into the group of Pokemon if you really wanted to be a legendary... It certainly would add more excitement to the RP. So, if you're okay with that, I'm perfectly fine with you being a legendary! ^-^

That person did join as a Giratina, and was accepted, but has yet to post since the creation of his biography.))
 
OOC: That'd work out fine, I'd think. Okay, I'd like to reserve Latias then, will upload my bio later.
 
Absurd, Jaydin mused to himself, thoroughly astounded by the 'princess' ploy. Such ignorance and a comical persona! The Linoone would have fun with this traveller. Smirking, he spoke after a curious bout of silence, "I have no wings and I'm nobody's prey. I am merely careless, one could say." Even the simple ferretlike Linoone has its pride, apparently. God I'm pathetic without Arlene, Jaydin prosed mentally, elliciting from himself a chuckle...
 
Gore winced, and his muscles tensed with anger, but otherwise he didn't react. He pushed aside the idea of attacking Anastasia he had earlier. It was exactly what she wanted, Gore knew it. All of a sudden, he had an idea. Gore searched Anastasia's face for any emotions. He grinned when he saw what he was looking for. Rejection.
"You are sooo right, princess! You would have made such a wonderful ruler, you know! Oh, Dawn, here, take Jaydin, will you? we'd love to stay with you! Oh, this is the ever so lovely Princess Anastasia! Oh, princess, you should come with us so you can tell us all about that awful man who rejected you! I mean, who wouldn't want to be with someone like you?" Gore exclaimed cheerfully. He couldn't help it, he threw his head back and laughed wickedly. Gore knew he striked a nerve.
 
Between Gore's laughably random yet disturbingly well-aimed retort, the sudden entrance of this Espeon, and Jaydin's tardy response, Anastasia's thoughts and feelings were about as well-organized as a hen-coop in the midst of a wolf-attack. More out of subconscious habit than anything, she gave a weak, half-curtsy in Dawn's direction, muttering, "Anastasia..." among other incoherent mumblings of an introduction. All the while she was squinting at Gore, her mouth half-open. How'd he know anything about that? Come to that, how'd he know about her past as a princess? Having worn the same dress for so long, she was unconscious of the effect it had on the other Pokemon. As far as she was concerned, every reference he'd made to her as "princess" indicated knowledge of her history.

Caught in a sudden maelstrom of surprise and confused dejection, it was all she could do to stop from tripping over her own fumbling forelegs. Then, as though at the command of some puppeteer, she straightened. Her back quivered, cat-like, until she reached a most unnaturally tall posture. With her gold all but extinguished by the shade of the forest and her fluttering garment, she looked like a great black pillar, except for her silver eyes. Since her face was obscured in the darkness, it was hard to tell whether her erectness was a sign of retreat or defiance.

"D-don't--erhmp...... Don't be childish.

"Obviously you know a great deal more about me than... well, a great deal more than I thought you would--b-but...But you shouldn't be so cruel. I admit I haven't exactly been helpful, but th-that's too far. That's just..."

Anastasia was silent for a moment. Her head was bent and and her mouth was open, as though she were going to continue. What she'd just said was laughably weak, and hypocritical. She'd sounded like she was about to cry. She needed a moment to settle her emotions, and think of a way to justify herself.

"Look," she snapped suddenly, "I'm sorry about your dad. I'm sorry about your pack. I'm sorry about anything you left out, but I've acted completely within my rights. You invaded the territory that's been mine for years. I could either have fled, or confronted you. You would have had the same choices. Anyone would have. It wouldn't matter if it were you, a Pidgey, or a human; this is my space. I think I was surprisingly genial. Unlike what many wild Pokemon would have done, I didn't attack you, but asked you your business. Yes, I criticized your whining, but frankly, that kind of nauseating crap is hard to ignore--we all have our own painful stories to write, and it's hard enough without having to listen to a dozen other people poring theirs out.

It's been a long time since I've talked to anyone--as you obviously know--and maybe I have forgotten tact. Perhaps living so long away from all but the wildest Pokemon has made me unsympathetic to the feelings of people, to the point that I can't understand them, and can't predict their reactions to what seems obviously rude to everyone else... but...." and here, Anastasia paused to catch her breath, "but that's no reason to be so hateful... so..so unreasonably desperate to hurt me."

Even if she was going to capitulate, break down and pitifully stutter in a hurt whine, Anastasia would have the moral high ground. Even if it brought on more from Gore, made an enemy of Jaydin, and alienated Dawn, her pride demanded that she prove her innocence and Gore's guilt to herself.

With an abrupt sniff, Anastasia turned so that Gore was visible only in her peripheral vision. As far as she was concerned, he no longer existed for the time being.

"As for you, Jaydin, I'm sorry for any inconvenience I've caused, and I'm glad to hear that Gore's barbarism left no serious damage. Dawn--he called you Dawn, right?--it's a pleasure, and if you have yet another friend nearby... Jezz did you call him? Her?... well, I'd be delighted to meet her."

((Is Chabz still in this?))
 
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"I'm sorry, but your words stung just as much as mine did. I'm just better at hiding my feelings. After all, I've been doing it for years. Anyway, I'm sorry about whatever happened in your past. I'm sorry that I trespassed. Now, friend, would you care to join us?" Gore asked, smiling warmly. All he had wanted was for Anastasia to stop being so bratty. Now she had, so Gore was happy. He stretched and yawned, being quite tired. Gore looked at Anastasia and could see that she was obviously not used to being nice. He realized he wasn't that great at it, either. Gore turned his attention to Dawn and winked. He was surprised to find that he would have more than one friend now. Gore smirked, this wasn't going to be so difficult for him after all.

OOC: Sorry for the short post. I've been diagnosed with a terrible case of writer's block. It's sad, really. XD
 
((Perhaps it's time to come to the proverbial Rocket lair XP))

"I already told Dawn I'd go." She snapped, "Don't be stupid."

He was more than she could bite off just now, but sooner or later, he'd be the one to suffer for this. He'd reminded her of a thousand comforts and joys she herself had destroyed, of friends and family she had cut off. She felt now as she did on the first day of her banishment, ten years ago. It was almost worse now, as she dwelt on those happy times; now they were not merely behind her, but were gone completely. Her friends would have gone off to their various professions around the fife dome, her father was likely dead, and having lived away from civilization for so long, she knew that no hope lay ahead for her, but the same endless monotony. There was no second kingdom for her to discover, as she had once deluded herself into thinking, no new civilization to take her in. There were only the wilds, empty and lonely as ever.

Before, she had forgotten all this, and had reached a certain degree of contentment, of forgetful acceptance. Now, she couldn't help but dwell on the bitterness of it all, which grew more sour with every second she spent. No, she wasn't about to forgive the fiend for some empty apologies and an absurd "friend." Even though she was in something like submission for the moment, it was obvious she wasn't about to let the episode go. She was sullen, and angry, and not particularly good at hiding it.
 
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