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Four months ago, terror held the world in stand still. The attacks on both Saffron and Castelia have concluded... and despite the growing darkness, the people of the world band together to throw an event in the spirit of world unity and the courage to stand against this new foe.
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The season is currently Spring. There winter snows have thawed and new growth springs up across the world. Periodically, chill remains in the air, but never for long does it hang about. |
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| Topic Started: Nov 20 2015, 07:20 PM (131 Views) | |
| Anthya | Nov 20 2015, 07:20 PM Post #1 |
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Her new black ankle boots clicked quietly on the pavement as her dark-clad figure picked its way from one road to the next. The soft ruffled midnight dress and grey stockings made her appear more youthful than she really had any right to, but the young woman didn't seem to mind the stares she garnered for her old-fashioned attire. She had endured worse. Much like the headaches of the last few months in this world that came with being utterly unknowing of an entire culture without a way to explain how or why you needed answers to the seemingly most basic of concepts. Imogene wasn't used to this world. And with every step she took from place to place, she knew her oddities were only compounded by her lack of common knowledge. Everyday conversations between two people here often had her pondering what it was they had been saying. Her Kirlia could only do so much to help her navigate these things, being inhuman herself. This world and it's unique intricacies weren't difficult to figure out on a base level, but their meaning was often lost, like a translation that only had the first few words, rather than the whole sentence. Grimacing, Imogene shuffled around a crowd of young girls and their Pokémon, careful to not let herself trip over the assortment of sugar-charged limbs and tails. Evita hummed happily to her from her place atop Imogene's head, the little ballerina happy with the travel they'd been doing so often lately. She got the sense from her companion that this was normal and expected, and those she'd encountered mentioned a Journey. It was like a rite of passage and coming of age ritual to those who'd grown up in this world, to set off with a Pokémon, some supplies, and experience the world before finding their place among it. Imogene knew she had no real place, but Evita had again been her guiding star, the little Pokémon often directing Imogene's travels when they overheard one rumor or another. She wanted to expand their little pack, and Imogene was more than willing to oblige. But she had already informed the overly excitable thing that it wouldn't be through battle unless absolutely necessary. She had even mentally detailed those sorts of situations, such as establishing pack order, or if the new Pokémon required calming and would only accept the orders of an alpha or leader. She stopped by the side of a building whose signs and windows proclaimed it to be the Pokémon Center. She had no real business being there, and thus moved on silently to a small market set up for upcoming trainers. Brushing a few stray tendrils of dark grey hair from her eyes, one a deep blue, the other faintly glowing purple, she looked over the mountaineering gear angled toward Rangers, another concept she'd encountered recently. The equipment looked sturdy enough, but Imogene was not yet healthy enough to lug around that kind of equipment. She moved on toward the medicinal supplies, before ultimately giving it up as bad job. She continued perusing the market before moving to the sections of it not devoted to those on their Journey, and found herself smiling wryly at a set of kimonos and what looked like a more aristocratic set of young men's wear. It brought a rush of nostalgia that immediately had her Kirlia slowing her movements in favor of listening to Imogene's moods. She looked away before the memories could turn her mood sour, and went off in search of food for Evita and herself, and stumbled upon a little shop that served homemade soups and breads for Pokémon and trainer alike. Seating herself under an umbrella at a table outside, she took to watching people pass as Evita happily dug into the thick and creamy broth of some sort of garlic and herb soup, while Imogene herself picked at a rice-ball every now and again. In fact, the only interesting thing to happen came as they were finishing, when someone passed by that made all of Imogene's psychic senses flare up with warning. She recoiled, mind retracting almost instantly at the unintentional brush of another's with the instinctive need to hide, Hide, HIDE! She stood just as suddenly, slapping down some money on the table and swiping her now very full Kirlia and high-tailing it out of the suddenly too-crowded area. Her eyes were wide as she moved away from where she had felt the power, dark, old, though not as old as her, but wielded with enough precision that she felt cold all over. And to think, that brush had been accidental! She shuddered against an alley wall, sickened at the thought of that power focused in all its deadly accuracy in her direction. Whomever it had been, she thought as she carefully kept her mind on complete lock down, much to Evita's distress, they were someone to stay away from. The promise she had made rang in her ears still. Find your family, and do no harm to the innocent. She couldn't help but wonder harm what she could do if someone if someone like that already existed in this world. Rubbing at her keening Kirlia's pink horns soothingly, she slumped slightly against the grey brick, willing her racing heart to calm down as well. Evita buried herself in Imogene's dark bodice while her grey bell sleeves enveloped the little Pokémon like a blanket, warm and smelling of lavender soap. The Kirlia seemed to take comfort in this, and settled eventually, waiting for her trainer to provide an explanation for the sudden break of their link. Being young and hardly evolved, the Kirlia wasn't used to being without a mental link of some kind to her pack. And Imogene was her pack, make no mistake. She barely poked her head out from the swath of soothing sleeve blanket before going back to her bubbly cheer, though with much less vigor than before as they remained stationary, and eventually the lethargy from being full, and safe, and comfortable allowed the ballerina Pokémon to drift off to sleep. Edited by Anthya, Aug 21 2016, 07:44 PM.
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