Eseka Legends: Winter's Heart

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{ooc| Apologies, Alter. I'm really not off to a good start here, eh? xP}

There are few sights more satisfying first thing in the morning than that of sunlight glancing off the freshly fallen snow; the world looks undeniably clean and just bursting with promise. The jagged mountain tops jutted just above the horizon, a majestic grey against the clear blue of the sky. Alvene's dawn landscape was truly breath-taking. Such a shame certain people never got up early enough to witness it...

"Maudie! Get up this instant! There's no time to waste! You can't possibly miss this sight!" The voice of an indignant woman rang out through the inn's top floor. Mrs. Ryder stormed through the corridors, only stopping to throw open a door a stride inside.
Maud Ryder lay in bed, tangled and twisted in her thick winter duvet. She uttered a quiet groan, and buried her head deeper in her pillow. Unflapped, the woman continued to talk. She bustled about the room, righting photographs and picking up clothes, all the while keeping up a running commentary, a low rumble of mindless background chatter that prevented her daughter from staying asleep. Underneath the bed clothes, Maud's face furrowed into a frown. "...and you should TASTE the bovril, I swear, it is so delicious, and I even had some with my breakfast, and my, it was tasty..."
Maud sat up suddenly. Her mother, Mrs. Ryder, was an athletic, bright-faced woman; unlike her daughter, Mrs. Ryder was incredibley beautiful. She had a divine face and bright, sapphire eyes, like jewels in the hollow of a hand.

"Mum, shut up!" She snapped furiously, "It's eight o' clock on a Sunday! I'm on..." She trailed off at the sight of her mother's face; it was a picture of gloom. "Mum, come off it..." From experience, the girl knew exactly what was coming.

"Oh, come on Maud, please show some enthusiasm. Even if it is just for this morning..." Mrs. Ryder trailed off, and looked up at her daughter with pleading eyes. "Your sisters will be so disappointed if they can't wave you off, and after the money this trip cost... you'll spoil it for everyone..."
Maud clenched her teeth. Oh great, she thought, mother's using her favourite strategy; the guilt trip. It was a trick Maud fell for every time, too.

"Oh, very well!" Maud said finally, after a pregnant pause, "I'll get up. Give me a second..."

"Oh, thank you, darling. See you in...ten minutes?" she exclaimed, and with that said, Mrs. Ryder flapped out of the room.
Maud waited until she had shut the door, before letting out a strangled squeak of frustration. Her mother always got her way, and it drove Maud insane.
She got up, and gazed around groggily in the semi darkness. Maud had never really liked going on holiday; waking up and seeing an unfamiliar cielling, listening to strangers talking late at night. It wasn't fun. Not to mention the fact that Maud had been forced to smuggle her pokemon into this paticular inn; they apparently did not approve of having pokemon inside. Right now, her Quilava was dosing underneath the bed. Well, dosing being used in the loosest possible way; Hermione was probably awake now, only pretending to be asleep. Maud dropped down and peered under her bed; sure enough, Hermione was curled in an ermine-like mound, her eyes half closed.

{We leaving yet?} she asked shyly, her ears flicking forward.

"Yeah. Ten minutes more, hun."
The girl staggered to the window and fumbled for the curtain pull. She pulled the heavily patterned fabric aside, and gasped.
The brochures told the truth, she thought whimsically, this place is like a postcard.

Twenty minutes later, Maud was dressed, packed and waiting in the inn's reception room. Hermione had been returned to her ball, and her other pokeball, the one containing her arcanine, had been fetched from reception. Her parents, it seemed, had already left. Hordes of tourists bustled past, taking Maud by suprise; they were rushing outside in surges. The girl was about to follow and investigate when she caught sight of herself in a full-length mirror hung beside her. She grimaced at her reflection, and made a fruitless attempt to fluff up her hair. Alas, it continued to hang as limply as ever. Maud continued to scrutinise herself, but finding nothing had changed paticularily - as Maud always liked to hope - since the previous night, she did up her ski jacket headed for the door.

"Maud! Maudie, darling, wait," her mother called, jogging over to meet her eldest daughter, "your father's gone on ahead, so - oh, darling, your hair is a state. Wear this," she told Maud, and rumaged in her hand bag. She pulled out a lappelled wooly hat, which Maud took with a bemused expression. It had fireballs on. "It was meant for your birthday, but... oh, you might as well have it now."

"Cheers, Mum," Maud mumbled. She did like it, she truly did, but it was just such a... Maud-like present. A hat. It was so dull, so ordinary, so...her. Maud put it on, and glanced back in the mirror. To her suprise, it suited her perfectly.

"Right, let's move out. Got your pokemon? Good, let's go."
Together, mother and daughter stepped out into the snow.
 
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OOC-

Contest? I have no idea how you could ever associate us sisters with the word. XD (Ahem, however, Plushie's sign up was indeed quite pwnsome^^)


IC-


{M-mmm... I'll be done in a bit,}Dot mumbled to the girl seated beside him, his eyes closed and claws poised in the air.

"Take your time, take your time... No hurries."Rina assured her Parasect, leaning back so that her chair was balancing on a mere two legs out of four. These Pokemon Centers, even in the coldest of regions, they never really did change their order of furniture arrangement in rooms, it was an almost exact duplicate of the one in Vermillion the day before, excluding the fact that this room was equipped with a heater and that the walls were painted a more, bright blue colour.

She and her four companions had been awake for quite some time now, it seemed. The excitement of a new region had gotten to them. Or at least, most of them. The only reason for them not venturing beyond the door of the room being the fact that there was some sort of Piloswine ruckus outside. Not to mention that it was a Sunday, Sundays always made Rina less active than usual, though, the girl never really was all that energetic to begin with..

{What da' hell is Dot doin'?}Thyme questioned, leaping off one of the two beds so he could circle the bug, which was quite the easy task, since the river crab was only able to walk sideways. The Parasect was unaware of the Water type's presence however, as he was too busy concentrating. Mixing the many various powders in his shell to create a new substance.

"Trying to make some sorta cold medicine,"Rina replied, allowing her eyelids to droop, the girl didn't see a need to waste energy just to open her eyes all the way. The girl also didn't see a need to waste money and time buying cold medicine if she or her Pokemon were to catch the sickness. Especially with the sudden change of environment. She buckled her trench coat tightly at the thought before bringing out a pair of black gloves to wear.

{He can do that?}Thyme scratched his hard chin with a pincer, remembering that Flax had once mentioned that Dot's kind was captured worldwide(courtesy of evil Snorlax) for their ability to create medicines by mixing powders and spores within their shells. Whisked away, without a chance to see the light of day ever again. The weaved tale ended with a terrified Parasect hugging his trainer tightly, asking her to promise him that she would never let a Snorlax tear them apart. As well as the time the Mushroom Pokemon combined Poisonpowder with Sludge Bomb, along with a few minor ingredients unknown to the Water type, to create a corrosive substance. Oh, the fun they had melting metal with that. The Krabby laughed loudly, the memory replaying itself in his mind, returning to the present to watch on as his trainer whipped of a plastic bottle from her pocket, holding it out for the bug to deposit the medicine into it.

Dot unexpectedly, did not spit the powdery form out, instead, clenching his claws firmly above his head and allowing the spores that had surfaced on his mushroom to gather in them. The Parasect never really was one who liked being messy and uncleanly, pouring the gray powder into the container before allowing his trainer to screw the cap.

{We'ree sssupossed to... let that cover us?}Flax didn't seem all that delighted at the idea as he left the side of the heater to slither over for a closer look at the supposed 'cold medication'.

"Ahh, of course not,"the Ekans' relief was short lived as his trainer continued her sentence.

"- I expect you to eat it."

The Poison type chuckled nervously, the gears in his mind turning in response to the girl's words. {Well, gosssh, look at the time, I musst not be a burden on your already very much heavy load of tassskss...}Flax did not bother himself with any second thoughts, withdrawing into his pokeball on his own accord.

From the corner of the room, a muffled giggle could be heard,{Pardon me, ahem.}Iris apologised, crawling out of the shadows as soon as she heard the snake's pokeball resound a light 'click' sound. The Slugma was not ready to face any sharp-tongued words from the Ekans just yet, and in such freezing weather to boot. With cold, cold snow. Fire and snow were far too vast in difference for her taste, the two were never on very good terms with each other in the Lava Pokemon's eyes, she couldn't help but feel goosebumps all over at the thought of being forced to wade around in snow. Snow. If snow melted, it would become water, wouldn't it? Iris shuddered at the thought.

{I shall withdraw myself as well, for the time being at least. Don't hesitate to call me out if you find something suspicious.}the Slugma nodded to herself, disappearing in a flash of red light the moment she concluded her sentence.

"Ahhh well..."Rina sighed, slowly setting the desk chair down on all four legs and standing up to full height, stretching her arms over her head. The girl stole a glance at the small electronic clock on the wooden desk. 8.25.

"It's late enough, I guess. Why don't we just avoid the crowd and go exploring 'round on our own?"the trainer suggested, receiving two nods from a loyal Parasect and bored Krabby. "Right."she said to herself, smoothening the creases in her trench coat and her white cap, adjusting her gloves so that they fit snuggly in her hands. The girl considered the option to wear her scarf, contemplating this for a few minutes of silence before deciding that she didn't mind trudging around with extra weight on her neck. She swung the long winter wear around her neck once, the two ends falling to her rear.

Dot gathered their belongings and packed them neatly into the brown knapsack before passing it to Rina.{M-Make sure you don't f-forget the key..}he reminded her.

"Thanks,"she said, grabbing the key for the room off the desk, tossing it up and down with one hand as she unclipped the final two pokeballs on her belt, her Krabby and Parasect disappearing within a few seconds. The girl attached the devices back to their original places, proceeding to unlock the door. Rina didn't want her Pokemon catching colds on the first day, she had to see if they could adapt to the weather first. See if she herself could adapt to it as well.

Truth be told, it really was a mess outside the lobby of the Center. It seemed that a Piloswine had broken his leg, and that the healing machine of the Pokemon Center wasn't in working condition. The girl kept her distance from the group of nurses and volunteers dashing to and fro, observing the mass of white outside the building when she deemed it far enough from the frantic group. As she tucked the key into her pocket, she saw that the many people who she had overhead talking about Alvene did not lie. The view from within a small building was already enough to cause the girl to blink in surprise, it was far too dark yesterday for her to realise the splendor of the place. The fallen snow, the small houses, like fitting pieces into a beautiful jigsaw of white, perhaps.

Rina checked her attire once through, before walking past the doors of the Pokemon Center and into Alvene.
 
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"Mira! Over here!"

The familiar voice immediately caught Mira's attention, not that she actually needed it to find her friend. Amidst the practically dressed and...well, normal-looking people in the square, Isa stuck out like a sore thumb, not only because of his angelic blonde hair and bright blue eyes - which some of the more boy-obsessed girls in town consider oh-so wonderful - but because of the fact that he was wearing a nurse's uniform. At least it had trousers instead of a skirt, but a whole lot of it was still decidedly pink, and that little cap on his head wasn't making the fact any less obvious. Isa himself seemed - like usual - completely unphazed by the kind of looks he got for his attire, however, waving cheerfuly and smiling at her.

"Good morning. I'm really sorry I had to drag you out like this." he added apologetically, "But I really didn't-"

"Look, Isa..." Mira interrupted as patiently as she could, finding herself painfully aware of how feminine his friend looked, "It's early in the morning, it's bloody cold, and I haven't had breakfast. Could you please cut out the apologies so we can get this over with?"

"Right." the boy replied, nodding and adjusting the position of his lithe frame a bit. 'For goodness sake' Mira thought irritably as she got a closer look at the boy and his rather overly smooth skin, 'He's wearing more make-up than the girls around here.' Mira was no stranger to being less feminine than others of her gender, but when boys started doing it too...

"...and show them around, like I said." she managed to drag her thoughts away from the musings just in time to put on her attentive face, "Here." the boy pulled out a small badge from his pocket and offered it to her, "Wear that somewhere visible. It identifies you as a guide to the village."

"Right." the girl replied curtly, impassionately latching the little badge on to her overcoat, "And how long will I have to run this fool's errand?"

"Only for as long as I'm assisting in the operation." Isa promised, "It shouldn't take more than a couple of hours at most. Just show the tourists around and answer a bit of questions. Like I said, they're supposed to meet you at the town entrance, but you can pick along any you encounter on the way too. I could take you to the town entrance if you want-"

"Umm...no thanks." Mira replied hastily. Now she wasn't directly ashamed of being around her friend or anything, but she wasn't about to give new cause for the ridiculous rumours about them either, "I wouldn't be much of a guide if I couldn't find my way, would I? And besides, aren't you supposed to be at the operation already?"

Her friend flinched guiltily, "Oh, that's right." he replied in a slightly embarassed way, "Okay, I've got to run! See you, Mira, and thanks!"

"No problem..." the girl replied sourly, feeling a strong urge to maim someone, "No problem at all."

'Might as well share the suffering.' she thought for herself, grabbing a pokéball and flicking it towards the ground, "Serenade, come on out."

{Mira?} the old emotion pokémon gave her an inquisitive look as it appeared, {You sure are up...early.}

"Don't remind me..." Mira replied, feeling just how much she was in need of a good shower and a steady breakfast, "Look, Isa saddled me with this job. I've got to look up some dumb tourists and show them around this..." she performed a sweeping motion with her right arm to vaguely encompass both the square and the houses beyond.

{Ahh...guiding...} Serenaded replied, nodding, {Well, if you promised then you might as well get to it.} he scanned the area a bit, his red eyes - though slightly dimmer than an average Kirlia's - looking alert an bright like usual, {I think those people over there are new.} he gestured towards two people just stepping out of the inn, and sure enough, the older one of them - the woman - certainly seemed to have all the boundless energy, optimism and wide-eyed guilability that the usual tourists had. The one she was more or less dragging with her - a girl who seemed maybe a tad older than Mira - seemed far less thrilled by the prospect and far more in touch with the reality, although she, too, seemed to be trying her best to maintain cheer.

"I'll just pretend I didn't see them." the girl replied.

{Mira...} Serenade let out an exasperated sigh.

"I was just kidding." she retorted, slowly beginning to make her way towards the awkward duo, "Mostly, anyway..."

'Someone...' she thought for herself as the cheerfulness of the woman began coming up in uncomfortably close detail, 'Someone just kill me now.'

Serenade didn't comment on these thoughts, even though they were plain for him to hear. After all, Mira always swore that she wanted to die in the mornings. She'd get over it...and hopefully soon.
 
occ: *finger cracking* OK, let´s try to have a good start! ^^


He was sitting under a big huge tree and enjoyed the sun which was shining into his face. The warmth spread out into his entire body. "That´s what i needed." he said. "Amarezoth?" a female voice asked for him. "Hmmm?" he looked up into the face of a beautiful young lady. Her clothing was a nice black dress and her hair was red and long. Her green eyes looked into his. "Amarezoth, there you are! I tried to find you everywhere." "Well Kiku, you should know that this is my favorite place..." "Yeah i know. But Amarezoth, you should know something..." she started to touch his foot. Her face came near it and she opened her mouth. "Amarezoth..." suddenly she bite him into his feet.

He woke up, holding his feet. Looking into a Raichu face he realized that it was Thunder who awakened him. {Amareshoth, thus ish bworing.} The Pokémon mumbled. "Let my feet, or i will kick you Thunder..." The Raichu let off and giggled. {He didn´t want to hear...} another Pokémon said. Amarezoth looked down his bed. The huge Persian was something like asleep. Or not? "Thunder if you do that again on-" he looked at his watch. "... 8´o clock in the morning?! - I shall kill you..." {Nooo! It was your phone which forced me to awake you, i swear!} Thunder said quickly and gave Amarezoth the phone. The black arm device which he discarded before sleeping started to hum. Which idiot rings me? he thought. He opened the device. "Hello, expertise-center here, what can i do for you?" he started the call. "Stop this jokes Amarezoth." an uncannily female voice said. "Melissa, what do you want?" "You know..." she started slowly and slinking "... Team Rocket still searching you my friend. Why won´t you come back and give this a second-" "Shut up, Melissa!" He didn´t like her, and he hate her eerie voice. Why is she trying to get him back? She doesn´t like him either.

"I left because of my own reasons, and one of these reasons is you, Melissa." "Why are you so hard to me? Didn´t we have had a nice time together?" "If you call that nice, i shall give you a punch in the face and call it cuddling. My answer is no." he said quick and pushed the button to end the call. {Why don´t you add the number of Melissa into your ignore list?} Sphinx wanted to know. "Because i am lazy with tipping buttons..." Amarezoth answered and fell down to his bed. {Shall we get up and have breakfast or something?} The Raichu suddenly wanted to know. The answer was a pillow in the face. "Just be quiet..." His Trainer said. But laying here and thinking of Melissa wouldn´t save the day. "Ah, OK. Let´s get ready for another day." He went got up and went into the bathroom. After a nice shower a put on his clothing. "Aw, this is comfortable, i tell you." After he cleaned his room he and his both Pokémon went out. "Ah, you have awakened?" the inn keeper asked. "Could you bring us breakfast?" Amarezoth asked. "Yes of course!"

While they were eating Amarezoth noticed that some other trainers were looking at him. He pulled his sunglasses down and looked at them penetrating. "What do you want?" he suddenly said with a unusual cold voice. His eyes had already a viciousness look. "Ah, nothing..." the trainer answered. "Good..." {Sphinx, he has this eyes...} the Raichu said low to the Persian. {Uh, Amarezoth. Perhaps we should go? ...} The Persian asked carefully. He got Amarezoth´s attention and his cold vista. The Persian swallowed. ".... OK let´s go. Thanks Joy for your treatment. We are going now. Thunder, Sphinx! We´re going to our room and get our stuff." He said and left. {Phew... that was close.} Thunder whispered. {Don´t tell me...} and they followed. After a while they came to the center of the town. {Well, what are we going to do now?} Thunder asked. "Just stand here for a while. I will think about our next action..."
 
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OOC: Uhh...Nigma? Would you mind paragraphing your dialogues properly? Each time the speaker in the dialogue changes, it calls for a new line. It gets so confusing when it's all bunched up like that. Incidentally, the pokémon center is kind of in an uproar because they have a shortage of people, a broken healing machine, and a wounded Piloswine to care for (See posts by me and Yibber) so maybe acknowledge that? I don't think they could spare a nurse for breakfast, although I guess a trainee or voluntary employee could work. ^^

Hate to be a prick, but RPs tend to get messy when the characters are acting in different versions of what's supposed to be the same place. :O

Anyhow, no active chars around mine yet so I'll be making my IC a bit later to give a proper chance for start-ups. Third post and I'm already doing pure OOC...oh my...o.o
 
occ: whooops! i didn´t see that you had already postet. well i will fix that

occ: So, fixed it. Well, sorry! I was called for lunch while posting so i didn´t think about it. <_< °
 
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"Oh my!" Mrs Ryder exclaimed, as she gazed out along the street, "isn't this the most wonderful place in the world?" She took a step forward, as if to get a better look, her daughter forgotten for the moment. Maud didn't reply; she could actually think of far nicer places - like, say, the tropics, or the beach, or a volcano - at least her pokemon would be happy there - she wasn't really in the mood to dampen her mother's spirits. She was about to agree, when her mother grabbed her hand. "Maudie, I see them," she called, and dragged the girl off without a word of warning. Her step-father and two sisters stood outside a bakery, peering in through the glass. They were all dressed identically in garish red jumpers sporting Christmas trees; Maud's sisters were ten and six, and still hadn't quite grasped the idea of 'style' yet, nor 'self-respect'. She wasn't expecting much, though; her step-father was forty and had aquired neither. He beamed brightly as the duo approached, and Maud's sisters rushed forward to hug her. The older girl smiled; they both looked so much like their mother, it was almost uncanny. Maud supposed she resembled her father, but it had been so long since she had seen him she found it hard to recall his face.

"Hullo, Majorie, Maud," he gushed, "are you guys ready? The ski-lift opens at nine, but we can go and get geared up now!" Maud's sisters broke into excited giggling.

"Can we go now, Mummy?" begged the youngest.

"Oh, yes please, Mum!" added her sister.

After a teasing pause, Mrs. Ryder grinned at both of them. "Oh, why not. Maud? Won't you come?" she asked. There was no real reason for her to; Maud and her had already fought several times over this subject back home, and Maud's answer had always been 'no'.

"No... I'll...check out the sights..." her sisters cooed their goodbyes, as did her parents. As they strolled away, Maud kept up the facade; "See ya," she called cheerfully, "have a good time!" Only once they were out of earshot did Maud allow herself to relax. She slumped against the bakery wall, and let out a sigh. For a moment, she stayed still, allowing her eyes to wander. The street was nearly entirely crowded with tourists. Oh, and a girl and her Kirlia. Maud assumed she was a local; she was wearing one of those 'guide' badges the inn keeper had told her to keep an eye out for.
No point being lonely, Maud decided, and pulled her Quilava's pokeball from her belt.

"Go, Ermy!" She said, and released a sparking, flaming Hermione on to the snowy ground. The fire type took one look around and shivered. She looked at her trainer reproachfully.
"I know, I know," Maud laughed, guessing what the pokemon was thinking, "we'll go somewhere warm."

{Good. I swear this place can't be healthy.}
 
"See?" Mira inquired as the annoyingly cheerful woman rushed by without sparing her as much as a glance, dragging her daughter with her, "Told you we might as well have ignored them."

{The girl didn't leave.} Serenade retorted in a tired voice, {You've really got to try to be a bit more passionate about what you do. And besides, she's about your age, isn't she? I'm sure that showing her around would be more fun for you than standing around here, cold and annoyed.}

"Well..." the girl sighed in forfeit, "...fine. But if she says 'no' then don't forget I told you so."

{I'm sure she won't mind.} the Kirlia replied, {After all, she must be feeling lonely with the rest of her family having fun without her.}

"She looks more relieved to me." Mira protested, "And with a mother like that I can understand why."

{Mira...}

The girl decided to drop the subject, not wanting to seem like a complete loony by talking with her pokemon in front of a stranger. This was probably a city person, after all, and they tended to have all kinds of weird opinions about people from smaller towns...not to mention the ability of being able to understand pokemon.

"Can you...be helped?" Mira asked, trying her best not to let the nastier side of her emotions show as she caught up with the girl - only then noticing that she was accompanied by a Quilava now - "That sounded awfully negative, didn't it?" she added, attempting an apologetic smile, "Sorry, it's not exactly been the best of mornings. What I meant to say was, can I help you with something?"
 
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[OOC: This post actually feels somewhat short to me. ^-^;;]

Clouds of pale mist escaped Reith's parted lips as he dashed through the streets of Alvene. As he ran, the trainer's bright eyes darted intently to and fro, their startling blue hues magnified by the morning sunlight. Every now and again, Reith's gaze drifted upward to the Dragonair that flew above him--the dragon type moving far more easily and with far less urgency than his trainer.

"You know," Reith commented, as he turned a corner into a side street, "It's your fault we had to stop your training session, so being in a bad mood like that really won't earn any pity from me."

"I'm not in a bad mood," the Dragonair retorted irritably. "Besides, how was I supposed to know that little fire bug would react like that?"

Pausing at the end of a street, Reith glanced to and fro as he replied, "Kasen's mind is still that of a child. You should know that, Tsurara. Try being a little more gentle with her." Selecting what he considered to be a likely path, the male started down the street, still searching for any signs of the Ponyta.

"Or maybe she should learn to grow a backbone. Anyway, why do I have to help search?"

"You made her run away. You help find her." Reith's tone was considerably more patient than usual, though proportionately less attentive.

"Tch." Recognizing that his trainer would not waver from his decision, Tsurara lifted his head and began to scan the town. That annoying child is a horse on fire. How hard could she be to find? After a moment, the Dragonair tilted his head downward, calling to his trainer, "Hey, I see an area where it looks like people are gathering. Maybe you can ask one of them if they've seen your precious little princess."

Deciding to ignore his Pokemon's taunt, Reith replied, "Oh? Good idea, Tsurara. Lead the way."

"Know that once we arrive, I'll consider my job done. Or haven't you noticed that a Dragonair tends to attract attention in the middle of a town?"

"We'll see," Reith commented casually, apparently undisturbed by the Dragonair's discomfort. "Now about showing me the way . . . "

"Yeah, yeah. Just follow me already."

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"Seems like we're pretty close to the edge of town . . . But you were right after all. There are quite a few people." Reith's gaze traveled noncholantly about the area, noting what he could about those who were present.

"So, can I go now?" Tsurara questioned flatly.

"I suppose." Lifting his hands slightly, Reith pulled back the sleeves that covered his right arm, revealing his bracelet and the Pokeballs attached. "Thanks, and good work." With that, he dismissed the Dragonair, allowing it to vanish into the Timer Ball that housed it.

Slipping both hands into his pockets, Reith began to make his way about, listening to what fragments of conversation he could catch and looking for a possible source of information.

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Meanwhile, elsewhere in the town, a Ponyta stood huddled against a building, head lowered forlornly toward the ground as she attempted to decide her next course of action. Long days and nights spent in the snow had given her the ability to endure low temperatures with relative ease. Being separated from her trainer, however, seemed to make any endurance vanish and left her feeling cold both within and without.
 
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OOC: Alter, I changed my lineup. I got rid of the sharpedo. The 3 triplets I need.. because they're sort of a pack. I DID bring them down an evolution level, however. Anyway. Post approaching at 30.. 40.. 50 knots!
 
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With her parents gone, both trainer and pokemon struggled to get their bearings. The buildings all looked frighteningly similiar all of a sudden, what with the snow. It covered them all like icing sugar.
She was about to head back to the inn, when a voice called out. Maud turned to find the girl she had seen earlier running up behind her. She looked around Maud's age, but had shoulder-length, jet black hair and was a little bit shorter than Maud herself. She was a guide after all, or so it seemed; she seemed to want to help, anyway.

The tourist gave an embaressed smile. In all honesty, she didn't need help at all. Maud could certainly do with advice - she was a stranger to the town, and who knew what these people did for fun! - but no help, persay.
She was about to decline, but decided against it. After all, this stranger had been kind enough to offer her help, and she seemed nice enough. Maud didn't want to disappoint her.
"Um..." she began, and glanced at her Quilava in the hope that the fire-type could give her something to say. As usual, Hermione - who had lingered by Maud's heel for most of the conversation - could offer some help.

{Ask her... where to train?} she suggested gingerly.

"Oh... Um... where would be best to... train my pokemon?" she asked, before adding, "I'm Maud, by the way. Or Maudie. Whichever you'd prefer." She felt her cheeks burn slightly as she pronounced her own name. Maud had never disliked her name, but it was a strange one. An old one. People tended to comment on it.
 
{Now you know I hate to say I told you so-} Serenade began at Maud's response.

'Then don't.' Mira interrupted, taking care not to do so verbally. They seemed to be off to a decent start and she didn't want to ruin it by coming off as a loony who heard little voices...and spoke to them. She relaxed a bit, though, as she noticed that the girl actually seemed to be taking advice from her Quilava.

"A spot to train, huh?" Mira repeated, taking a pause to ponder the issue. She had never been much into training to begin with, so she felt a bit unqualified, "This is kind of an odd place to come for that." she admitted at last, "Especially with everyone being busy for the festival and all..." 'Serenade?' she shot a pleading thought to the Kirlia, 'Any thoughts?'

The Kirlia shrugged, {The caves, maybe?}

"Well, yeah...there's the caves out in the mountains." the girl added, gesturing towards the mountain tops surrounding them, "They've got mostly Swinubs and Snorunts around there, though, so it's not exactly the motherload of experience, but I think it's the best we've got, especially with the trainer school students on vacation." a thought suddenly struck her, though, "You...might want to postpone any training ideas, mind you." she added, "The pokémon center around here is having problems and I think their healing device is broken, too. They might not have much staff to spare for helping out if your pokémon get seriously hurt." the girl paused, "I should know." she added after a while, stiffling a slight yawn, "That's why I'm out here playing tour guide rather than asleep in my bed like I should be."

Mira blinked as the topic shifted to introductions. So this girl was called...Maud? To be honest, the name really didn't seem to suit the girl in front of her, Maud sounded...older somehow, like someone's grandma...or at least aunt. Still, she was sure that this Maud had heard that before, and really didn't feel like offending her at the moment.

"I'm Mira." she replied, "Mi-chan for friends, and this is my partner, Serenade."

{A pleasure.} the Kirlia said in his usual formal tone, performing a flourishing little bow to both Maud and her pokémon.

The girl stamped on her spot a bit, hugging herself to keep the cold out, "Well, now that we've got the introductions out of the way, maybe we ought to get moving?" she suggested, "I'm supposed to stop by at the town entrance, anyway, so if you'd care to stick with me 'til then I could show you to those caves or something after that. I don't know about you, but standing about in a village square and freezing my posterior off is not my idea of a good time."
 
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Amarezoth was wandering through the streets and his mood raised into some kind of happiness. As he realized it, he was wondering how long it was ago since he was that happy the last time. Perhaps i was that happy as i met Kiku. He thought. {"My feet are cold, my skin is bold, Persians are crazy and some kind of lazy."} The Raichu next to him sung. "Very funny..." {Very funny...} Amarezoth and Sphinx said synchrony. {Aw, c´mon! I start to feel well, so i want to do something.} the mouse said. "Just look at this scene..." his trainer told him. The snow-white area they were wandering glittered because of the ice crystals met the light of the day. Everything seemed peacefully while the people walked through the streets and Pokémon and children were playing with this white treasure. A snowball hit Amarezoth in the face an the both Pokémon of his were scared. They only could see his back so they didn´t know the term on his face. He slowly turned and looked at his Pokémon. Thunder had to hold his paws before his mouth because he couldn´t hold back to laugh, and even the black Persian had to hold his face with his paws of this look. Amarezoth looked like a snowman with sunglasses. Now they couldn´t hold it back and started to scream and laugh out loud. {Pfffhaahahaha! lloo.... phff... look at yourself... mwaahahaha...} Amarezoth turned again to see in the shop window how he looked. Now all three of them were laughing. The snow fell slowly down and Amarezoth had to take off his sunglasses because there were snow between the glasses and his eyes too.

It was a funny scene and a few minutes later after he cleaned his face from snow they went on walking to the beautiful scenery. {Hey we could go into the next Disco or something like that.} Thunder submitted. {Or into a public bath and relax...} Sphinx purred. "Hmm... that are good ideas." Taking a bath and going into the Disco would be the right thing to divert from the adventure finding this place. "Well OK, let´s ask someone how we can get to the bath and then to the disco." They continued walking. {I didn´t expect that we could persuade him that easily.} Thunder whispered. {Perhaps he doesn´t feel good. Didn´t he recover this night?} the cat answered. Perhaps another thing bothers him... it thought.

On their way Amarezoth saw a girl with a 'guide' badge with her Kirlia was talking to another girl who had a Quilava next to her. Perhaps a tourist talking to her. Amarezoth started to go in the direction of the girl with the badge.

Meanwhile his mouse Pokémon was in his own thoughts. Why is he acting this nice? First the cold vista in the Inn, and now this happy and funny trainer face? I know him. Sometimes he is cruel and sometimes he is nice, but normally he doesn´t change in one hour. Thats´s to fast. Is it about his dreams? Perhaps because he lost this Kiku he told me about? {What are you thinking?} Sphinx wanted to know. {You suddenly had a serious face, Thunder. } {Perhaps it´s about this Kiku he told us about.} Sphinx thought about it. {Maybe. Or the decision to come here. I mean, he is used to big city's and large places and not to such a peacefully place. I really don´t know, but let´s watch him OK?} {Ok...}

Amarezoth reached the girls. "Hi there! Sorry of interrupting your conversation, but could you tell me where i can find the public bath and perhaps a disco?" he said in a smoothly and some kind of cold voice. He smiled, but his two Pokémon knew that he was fully in thoughts. {Now he is cold again, huh?} the mouse whispered. {But he is smiling. That is confusingly and eerie...}
 
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Yeesh, all but four of the ICs preceeding this post all happened while I was asleep. xD And then the darn database errors of ebil told me I couldn't access this page. ;.;

*hugs refresh button*


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Cold.

It was so cold.

Even in the Pokemon Center, it was somehow cold.

Colder than he could have ever imagined. The brochure he had picked up said it would be cold. So of course, he had packed all of the long-sleeved shirts he owned. But he had not known that the temperature would have been so cold, so unbearably frigid that he would have to wear more than half of all his shirts in one day. The island he remembered was another world compared to this place. And yet, it was so alike in a totally different way. Eseka. The harshness of its winds, and the frigid cold reminded him of the presence he had always felt in Mossdeep City. He wondered if the people here could feel it.

A small yawn came from his left, and without looking, Tori knew it was Kita. She was the only one who made noise when she was waking. Always, she was the loud one, and Hoshi would be quiet and out of the way, except of course when he was in an argument. The drone of the heater filled the room with sound, almost drowning out the rest of Kita's yawns and groans.

Tori said nothing, absentmindedly clutching the bedsheets. It would be a while more before Hoshi and Kita fully awoke, giving him time to think about things. Through the window he could see the sunrise, painting the sky around it with red, orange, and pink. As the sky became a progressively lighter blue, night retreated, the stars obviously fading away. It was no less glorious than a sunrise on the ocean, but it was still beautiful. Such a wonderful thing.. it served to confirm Tori's feeling of the greatest power in Eseka.

But even then, the sunrise could not take his thoughts off of other things. Like.. roots. The roots of my future.. An uneasy feeling coursed through Tori's stomach. Not the seeds.. not the beginning.. the roots of my future. Why.. He turned his gaze on Hoshi and Kita, the two of them waking from where they had fallen asleep on the pillow. Looking at them then, as Hoshi blinked over and over again, and his sister opened her beak to yawn, it was hard to believe that they would say something full of such insight.

{Nyah, get off..} Kita mumbled, pushing away from Hoshi with a light shove. A few return pushes, and soon the two birds had woken themselves with nothing more than a senseless shove-war. {What's your problem..} {You're the one who started it..} {Can't you be more delightful..}

Tori sighed, then. A heavy sigh. Leave it to them to start a fight two seconds into the day. He wondered, briefly, if he would have turned out the same way if he had a sibling. Surely, not all brothers and sisters acted as Hoshi and Kita did. Slowly, he bent over to grab his pouch bag, which had been placed on the floor next to the bed the night before. As he slung it over his shoulder, he couldn't help but notice that it was getting a bit worn with age, the beige color having faded slightly. But it was the only one he had.

Rising from his seat on the bed, Tori didn't bother fixing up the bedsheets, headed straight to where his Natu were currently having their shove-war. Without a word, he scooped both Hoshi and Kita into his arms, and sighed when they didn't even say anything, never breaking eye-contact with one another.

"Come on.. it's going to be a long day." Tori said, remaining calm as he spoke. "Well.. I assume that finding one's future takes quite a while, at least." He managed a small smile, even as Hoshi looked at him as if he were irritated.

{Ugh.. fine. We'll be going then, I suppose.} Hoshi stated, although he didn't put much emotion into his statement. Without any probing to do so, the little Natu wrestled his way out of Tori's grip, hopping along the boy's arm until he had climbed all the way up to his left shoulder. {May as well. Apparently this room strikes the wrong nerves in some people.} It was so strange. Hoshi's voice was so young--it hardly ever matched his words.

Kita frowned, shaking angrily, getting her feathers ruffled in the process. {Whatever. You didn't have to say that, you know.} Tori's stomach churned, and he quickly allowed Kita to move up to his right shoulder before anything worse could happen. At least when they were perched on his shoulders, it was harder for them to glare at each other.

Tori did not speak to them again. Wordlessly, he maneuvered his way around the bed to get to the door on the other side of the room. It was a small room, sure, but at least it was heated. And, of course, it was free, unlike the inn, so long as you didn't cause any trouble. The boy reached a hand up to his forehead to make sure his sweatband was there, and then opened the door, trying to ignore the unanswered questions plaguing his thoughts.
 
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Reith slowed his pace as he passed two girls who seemed to be discussing the training areas about the town. One wore a badge that appeared to signify something significant, though what it was Reith could not recall. I'm pretty sure I've seen that symbol before . . . somewhere. Was someone else wearing it? Or maybe it was on a sign or brochure. That badge does have meaning, though, at least I know that much . . . I think. Ah! If one of the trainer's hands hand been out of its pocket, he might have snapped his fingers. It meant that the person wearing it was a local . . . or a guide . . . or both, as it were . . . Pausing a few yards away, Reith glanced back, noting the Quilava and Kirlia that stood beside their respective trainers as he mused, "If she's a guide meant to give help to the people in this area, then she probably hasn't been moving around the town much lately and wouldn't have seen Kasen. And the other girl . . . Well, if she's receiving help, then maybe she hasn't been around town much either." Reith stifled a sigh.

As he prepared to move toward the next group of people, the white-haired youth heard another voice join the conversation. A male trainer, his Pokemon by his side, had addressed the guide, asking for two locations, both of which Reith found a little surprising. If this town was actually on a mountainside, I could understand the public bath or maybe hotsprings, but disco . . . ? I suppose there really are all kinds of people in this world. A faint smile crossed Reith's features. Well, it doesn't really hurt for him to ask, I guess.
 
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OOC: Alter, do you think you could bring your tour group to right in front of the Inn, and I'll join you from there?


IC: <ELEKID!!> A fierce, indignant shriek shot through the cold morning air. In room 503 of the Alvene Inn, owned and managed by Morgan Consel, his nephew Artemis lay, covered in three layers of blanket, plus 2 quilts, fast asleep.

<YOU LITTLE CREEP! COME HERE THIS INSTANT!> came the same high pitched eerie voice. A VERY flustered Smoochum dashed across the room, in hot pursuit of an Elekid, with something clutched tightly in his yellow fist. Eventually, exasperated, she stopped chasing the small electric pokemon, and yelled at the very top of her lungs.

<ARTEMIS!!>

At this unearthly sound, Artemis reared his head up and looked half cross-eyed across the room. Still half asleep, he mumbled, struggling to retain consciousness. "Wuh..wuh..what?" he slurred, still not entirely believing that what he was seeing was in fact, what he was seeing.

<Um.. Um..> Smoochum began. <Elekid, um.. he stole.. um..>

<HER PHOTO OF PERCY PIKACHU!> Elekid blurted, and began to laugh hysterically, holding his sides with laughter. Percy Pikachu was Smoochum's "boyfriend", (if she even knew what that meant, Artemis doubted.) whom she had (several) teary goodbyes with before she left for Eseka. Smoochum's face flared a deep red, and she began to get angry, but instead, her eyebrows dropped, and she began to cry. Waves of tears flooded down her face, and she dashed into the bathroom, head in hands.

As she did so, Elekid stopped laughing, and Artemis sat up, now fully awake. He looked dead into the eyes of the small pokemon, and Elekid looked down, tracing a pattern on the ground with his foot.

"Look at me." said Artemis sternly. "Look. Was that really necissary? To tease her about her.." he hesitated for a second. "..her boyfriend.?"

Elekid scoffed. "She doesn't even know what that IS!"

Artemis shook his head. "It doesn't matter. Remember when you liked that stuffed Ekans? You wouldn't go ANYWHERE without it."

Elekid smiled to himself. <Hey. Me and David Hayter was a different story.> But regardless, Elekid sighed, and relinquished his grip on the photograph of the Pikachu with the geeky glasses and the green hat. He stepped into the bathroom, and several seconds later, came out with a look on his face that was indescribable. Half defeated, half happy. Artemis smiled, and winked.

"That's the way to do it." he smiled, and got out of bed. Suddenly, a cold breeze shot through the room, and Artemis nearly yelled. He wasted no time in putting on his clothes, returning his pokemon to their pokeballs, and buttoning his jacket. Stepping out of his room, he heard the sound of complaints. People walking out of their rooms in their bedclothes, all grumbling. A man in his mid thirties, or so it seemed, approached him.

"Are you the one who was making those horrid noises?" he grumbled, looking very intimidating.

"Uh. No." Artemis lied, and before anyone could say anything more, he hurried down the stairs. He bustled towards the front door. He was there. Home free. So.. close..

"Artemis." A stern voice called from behind him. The fleeting prospect of just bolting out the door into the snow to avoid his father flicked across his eyes, but he decided against it.

"..Yeah, dad?" He said meekly, turning around slowly, eyes to the ground.

"Maybe you can fool them, but you can't fool me. I know Smoochum's cry anywhere." Artemis shuffled his feet, caught. "Son, this isn't our place to make a racket. There are other people staying here besides yourself. If I hear them make one more racket like that, and I may just have to say no pokemon inside.

"What?! Daaad..." Artemis whined, but seeing his Dad's face quickly changed his point of view on the situation. "Okay, okay. I'll control them." he said, turning quickly, hoping that nothing more would be said. "Love you, dad." he called as he walked out the door into the brisk morning air.
 
"Excuse me! Pardon! Pardon!"

No sooner had Tori walked out of his room than some sort of Pokemon Center employee had nearly knocked him to the ground, pushing past everyone else in the hallway to get to the lobby as quickly as possible, generally causing a ruckus. He looked on with mild curiousity, watching as several more nurses followed the first one, each carrying what appeared to be medical supplies in their arms. One shoved an innocent bystander out of the way, said bystander shouting after them in anger once he had recovered from his shock.

{Now wasn't that interesting?} Kita chirped, her eyes seeming to sparkle with nothing less than excitement. {Hurry up! Let's go find out what's happening!} She continued, hopping from one foot to the other while she spoke. Hoshi said nothing, but to Tori it was obvious that he was rolling his eyes.

Tori nodded at Kita's words, then waited for a moment to gather his thoughts before he turned back toward the door to lock it with a room key from his pants pocket. Oh yes, that's right. Almost forgetting to put on his mittens (which he was so unaccustomed to using, of course), Tori reached into the pocket on the other side of his pants to get his aforementioned white mittens and put them on. Like his pouch bag, it was getting old, but it was the only pair of mittens he had. It had taken him fifteen minutes just to sneak into his mother's closet to find it.

Anyway.. I want to understand why those nurses were rushing. Tori put his room key away with that thought, finally starting to move down the hallway. It was sky blue in color, the hallway. So different from the Pokemon Center in Mossdeep City. He had only been there once, but it was hard to forget the strange, mustard yellow color they had chosen for the walls. I also wish I could understand why the people back home chose such an unusual color.

The thought of home sent a sudden wave of nausea through Tori, who quickened his pace in an attempt to ignore it. In no time, he had reached the main lobby of the Pokemon Center, which was practically devoid of people, except for those that had been in the hallway at the same time as he had. Even the fireplace on his right was empty, free of travelers wanting to get rid of the cold. Tori scanned the rest of the room once, before finally he noticed that everyone was gathering around something outside. He raised his eyebrows, crossing his arms. Sadly, though, his eyes remained as droopy as ever.

{Oh boy..} Hoshi began, his eyes gaining their usual dread. {..looks like a bad omen.} Tori turned his gaze to the left to look at Hoshi, again finding it strange that he could say something so sorrowful, while at the same time his voice was so young and innocent. Just another thing I want to understand..

Tori began moving again, this time toward whatever was happening outside. He would have to get out there sometime, anyway. Truthfully, though, he did not want to get caught up in the obvious situation. Everyone was moving so fast, and he saw worry on most of the nurses' faces. Reaching the sliding glass doors, Tori followed the nearest person outside, a girl wearing a peculiar, checkered scarf.
 
{argh...! I was going to post, but then my sister needed rescuing on 'Pokemon Mystery Dungeon'. That game is so frustrating and slow. Oh well. Now I need to go and sleep.}
 
Rina quietly scanned her surroundings with her hands tucked behind her back, snow was indeed a wonderous perfection of sorts. It was even better up close than it was from within the confines of the Pokemon Center. She saw the locals rushing about, probably in preparation for the ceremony the girl had heard of on the ship to Alvene, it including a bonfire.

The trainer allowed her eyes to linger over what was a small group of people that had gathered not too far away from the inn. All of them, excluding an older boy with white hair, had their Pokemon out and about. And if a Quilava could withstand the cold, so could her Parasect, no doubt.

The girl allowed Dot's pokeball to fall into her hand, pressing the white button in the middle to let the Parasect materialise in a line of red light. The Bug type shook his head and took time to regain his composure, carefully becoming aware of the many humans and snow around him, eyes flicking left and right. He remained in silence for a few more moments before finally speaking, {I-It's a bit cold. B-But I can take it..} Honestly the girl wasn't all that sure if that was his speech pattern or him shivering.

The trainer decided that it be best to walk around with a guide for the moment, the last thing she wanted to become lost. Even in a small town like Alvene, it did seem possible. However, she was far from being in favour of the thought about meeting an enthusiastic guide, Rina wasn't in the mood for paying much attention or following someone she hardly knew back and forth around the town. She just needed something to occupy her for the moment, was all. The girl decided to try her luck with the group of four that had gathered, upon seeing the badge that the girl with a Kirlia was wearing. The symbol looked oddly familiar, like the crest of the town or something of the sort. She starting to advance towards them, getting stopped by a sudden force in the process. Rina felt something tugging at her pant leg, looking down to see her Parasect letting go of her to point out someone who had just emerged from the busy Pokemon Center. A boy slightly younger than her with two Natu on either shoulder, his hair blonde, like hers.

"Ahh.. Hi,"the girl hesitated, before raising a hand in greeting when she realised that the boy was walking towards her. "What can I help ya' with?"she added the question, placing a hand on the top of her Parasect's shell. The Mushroom Pokemon was already accustomed to the addition of his trainer's weight, though he couldn't help but shake his legs weakly for a few moments before straightening them as quickly as possible.

{O-Oh.. um... Hello,}Dot waved a pincer at the two Natu, he didn't want to come off as rude, even though the one on the stranger's left shoulder(that being the Mushroom Pokemon's right) gave off the feeling that he wasn't in the best of moods.
 
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Dear skies above...I keep on forgetting that she is a morning person. Jolteon thought grudgingly to herself, putting her paws firmly over her ears as Megra burst into the room, humming, fully dressed in her winter gear and carrying a large paper sack in her arms.

"Aww, c'mon Jolt! How often do we come to a place where there is always snow? Beautiful, glorious, humble snow? ...And lovely, freezing temperatures..." Megra tried to say cheerfully, but her enthusiasm slowly melted away. Jolteon snorted. Megra threw Jolteon a hopeless look, then plopped the bag near the Pokemon on the bed, and pulled out some parcels. She had gotten up that morning rather early to do a bit of shopping, for Maku liked his rice balls fresh.

"Outside the window, kida kida kida ki...the shine shines brightly, kida kida kida ki..." Megra began to sing softly, her hands working with an expert's ease as she began to pack rice balls together. "Hmm, Maku will have to deal with them being cold...I had to use the rice from yesterday, because there wouldn't be any time to make a new, warm batch. That's why I bought these new spices--he shouldn't notice! Hey, Jolteon, today we are going to see the place, and hopefully--"

You are doing it again...that babbling.

"You are just being grumpy."

No, I'm being perfectly observant. Jolteon answered, standing up on the bed and taking her time to stretch. She watched Megra fiddle around with the rice balls, then padded across the bed over to the window. They were staying in an Inn, obviously. Jolteon saw, not too far away by the Inn entrance, a boy and his mother, and a girl with an odd badge pinned to her sweater. She looks just as happy as I feel. Jolt thought a bit sarcasticly.


(Okay, that's all I can post for the night. Tiiiiiiiiiiired...I'll catch up on everything in the morning. =3)
 
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