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Mar 23, 2020 12:34:19 GMT -6
Post by Grimalde Selvaggio on Mar 23, 2020 12:34:19 GMT -6
[attr="class","cmon"] [attr="class","cmonbox"]  [attr="class","cmonlyrics"]
Go faster alone or go further together
It's all gonna help out, it won't last forever
Every good somethin' started from dust
And we ain't got nothin' but nothin's enough [attr="class","cmonbody"]A drip of warmth crawled down his abdomen, slipping past torn skin to join a puddle on the floor. He wasn’t sure if it was from the stalactites or his wounds. Not that seeing in the darkness had ever been an issue. It was difficult to focus when his nose was assaulted by copper-stink.
Groaning, the battered figure shifted in the cavern, fur darker than its shadows, the slightest glimmer of jewels on its person. One ring hung loose off a twitching ear, pulled savagely during the fight. The flailing mongrel who’d done so was now lying motionless deeper inside the gaping cavern, along with most of his friends.
The long snout opened; stagnant air sucked into heaving lungs as waning adrenaline pumped steadily into his veins. Steady your heart. Almost there. He’d dragged his corpse away from the battlefield and was sure the maw of the pirate cave would come to view, but it was starting to seem like he wouldn’t be tasting that seawater air again.
A lazy crawl ensued when the lacerations over his knees and feet made walking too much a hassle. Then the fatigue pulled him deeper in and he dropped belly-down on the floor, to break from gravity’s pull a while. Maybe he’d even take a nap, but the humorous thought of a bandit dying in a pirate cove kept him conscious for just a little while longer.
His ear twitched. Footsteps. More from the rival gang? Or the spineless escort who’d ditched him at the first sign of trouble? A growl erupted from his throat, more a croak by this point. “Who’s there?”
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last online Feb 25, 2021 12:42:53 GMT -6
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Mar 23, 2020 18:30:41 GMT -6
Post by Lavender Delacroix on Mar 23, 2020 18:30:41 GMT -6
[googlefont="Beth+Ellen|Raleway&display=swap"] [attr="class","lavender-post-base"] [attr="class","lavender-post-img"] [attr="class","lavender-post-lyr"]i had a dream [attr="class","lavender-post-lyr1"]i got everything i wanted [attr="class","lavender-post"]"Did you remember to bring the map?"
"Yes, Guild Master Delacroix!"
"What about your badges?"
"Check! Er-- I mean, y-yes, Guild Master Delacroix!"
An airy chuckle followed after the upbeat voice shrunk back with a stammer. "Worry not, little one. You will get used to it," a small hand, white as freshly fallen snow, reached out and gently pat the head of a Snubbull. A starstruck expression briefly passed over the young apprentice's face before they retreated a few paces away to join their partner, an Electrike, near the edge of the cliff. The two peered over the edge at the calm sea below.
"Low tide," the voice of the Guild Master broke them out of their trance, answering a question that went unsaid. "The safest time to scale the cliff is during low tide. I know you two wanted to face danger head-on with the waves threatening to sweep you into the sea--" his voice trailed off, a small smile of amusement lifting to his lips as the pair furiously shook their heads. They were still green; of course they did not want to face death before they could even step foot in a new dungeon. "There is no need to worry while I am with you."
"What about when you're not?"
A hum lifted to his lips as one hand reached up to tap the badge that held together a pale blue cloak that hung from his shoulders, keeping the sun from touching his skin. "Never forget your badge; it is a symbol of your allegiance as well as your safety net lest you fall." A series of oo's followed as the apprentices turned their chins down to look at their badges.
"Now! Shall we?"
Lavender swept his hand to the side, motioning for the apprentices to follow as he led the way to a set of jagged rocks that somewhat resembled a staircase. A poorly designed staircase, where one wrong move could send you into the sea. Normally he would teleport down, but, having seized the opportunity to leave the office by escorting new recruits... It was good for his legs, at least.
Down the cliff they went. The Guild Master kept a slow pace, able to gracefully glide from stone to stone. The apprentices struggled to keep up despite his consideration, and more than once did he have to levitate one of them to prevent them from falling. Perhaps an easier area would have been better to explore, but they were insistent, likely from the thought of finding treasure.
Another step, and Lavender stilled. His brow knitted together, a frown replacing the small smile he had been displaying for the apprentices. Closing his eyes, he slowed his breathing, as if listening to the world around him. Yet it was not the world he was listening for, instead searching for the source of a faint feeling that had washed over him.
A tug on his cloak snapped his eyes open, and his smile returned before he looked down at the Snubbull curiously staring up at him. "Please wait at the bottom; I need to ensure the coast is clear." Before the apprentice had a chance to question him, the Gardevoir was gone.
When his feet touched the ground again, he found himself a little farther inside the cavern beneath the cliff. Light purple eyes began to glow in the darkness as he stepped forward, increasing his pace as he searched. They were here somewhere, he could feel it. But who? A feeling so familiar, yet he knew getting his hopes up would only disappoint him. Lavender dismissed the thought with a quick shake of his head. Now was not the time to be dwelling on who it may or may not be.
They were hurt. He could feel it.
Then came a growl and a voice. There!
He blinked out of existence once more and reappeared a mere foot before the ragged form of a large injured fox. "Oh my!" A soft gasp escaped his lips before he promptly crouched down, removing the hood of his cloak as the fabric and his skirt pooled around his feet. White hands reached forward before hesitating in the air, not knowing if he should try to move the injured Zoroark or if he would even be allowed to try. [attr="class","lavender-post-lyr2"]and if i'm being honest [attr="class","lavender-post-lyr3"]it might've been a nightmare [newclass=".lavender-post-base"]width: 500px; margin: 10px auto; background: #111; padding: 20px; border: 1px solid #000; line-height: 0px;[/newclass]
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played by Putty
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last online May 15, 2020 18:31:48 GMT -6
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Mar 23, 2020 20:16:46 GMT -6
Post by Grimalde Selvaggio on Mar 23, 2020 20:16:46 GMT -6
[attr="class","cmon"] [attr="class","cmonbox"] [attr="class","cmonlyrics"]
Go faster alone or go further together
It's all gonna help out, it won't last forever
Every good somethin' started from dust
And we ain't got nothin' but nothin's enough [attr="class","cmonbody"]His heart was beginning to pound, the familiar tendrils of panic taking hold as he craned his neck off the cold floor. A dim glow to his eyes as he stared into the waiting darkness. The footsteps were lighter than the traitor’s and the criminals'.
The urge to disappear into the shadows was instinctual and overwhelming, but he barely had the energy to support his own weight. He continued to growl, the sounds guttural and animalistic to drive the threat away. It only drew closer.
There was also its presence. It ignited a sense of discomfort in him, made the fur on the back of his neck stand, as if the energy coming off the stranger was prying into him. Opening his head, peeking inside and reading it. Psychics were always so fucking intrusive. His typing gave him an upper hand, let him put up unsavory barricades thickened with malevolent thought. But he was weak, and there was something else lacing that psychic pull.
A spike of pain from his middle, and he curled in on himself. The room was filled with light. A hiss made its way out of his dry throat and he squeezed his eyes shut. The stranger was here now, in front of him.
Pure white. Like untouched snow or fresh lilies. His eyes were hesitant as they trailed up from what seemed to be fabric on the ground. Thin hands reached to touch him and he snapped his jaws at their fingertips. Bile rose in his throat.
“Don’t—” A cough. The unsavory sound of thick liquid being spat onto rock. “Don’t come any closer!” It’s not a warning. It’s an order. His hand flailed for purchase on one of the jutting stalagmites, eyes still set on the stranger as he pulled himself despite every protesting bone in his body.
He took them in with manic eyes and wanted to laugh. Being beaten within an inch of his life was one thing, but his mind playing tricks was just cruel. Maybe he really was dying, and this was death coming to claim him. Offer him a last mercy.
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played by Sleepy
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last online Feb 25, 2021 12:42:53 GMT -6
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Mar 23, 2020 20:38:50 GMT -6
Post by Lavender Delacroix on Mar 23, 2020 20:38:50 GMT -6
[googlefont="Beth+Ellen|Raleway&display=swap"] [attr="class","lavender-post-base"] [attr="class","lavender-post-img"] [attr="class","lavender-post-lyr"]i had a dream [attr="class","lavender-post-lyr1"]i got everything i wanted [attr="class","lavender-post"]The tips of his fingers twitched, briefly curling toward his palms to narrowly avoid the sharp teeth that snapped at him. He expected that. He had encountered plenty of injured Pokemon that defaulted to instincts when their senses were clouded and confused by pain. It would be dangerous to try and touch him, unless he found a way to put him to sleep first and foremost. He could wait until he passed out, but that risked the chance of too much blood loss or infection. Plus, there may be a head injury that would make falling asleep a terrible idea.
He should have came more prepared. He was only equipped to handle whatever injuries may be sustained by weaker Pokemon. But, a Zoroark? He did not have enough bandages on hand for this, and oran berries alone would not heal the wounds on this Pokemon.
Pale lips parted, a noise of protest leaving his throat as the Zoroark struggled to move away, poorly supporting himself on the rocks. He even has the gall to refuse contact in such a state. Just what had brought this Pokemon to such a state? He knew the caves were filled with enemies that lurked around every corner, but never had he seen the feral Pokemon within the dungeon that caused this much damage.
"I'm not here to cause you harm, good sir," his voice was soft yet firm, the glow of his eyes never wavering from the fox's form. "I can help, but only if you will let me." This time, Lavender held out one of his hands, the palm facing up in offering. [attr="class","lavender-post-lyr2"]and if i'm being honest [attr="class","lavender-post-lyr3"]it might've been a nightmare [newclass=".lavender-post-base"]width: 500px; margin: 10px auto; background: #111; padding: 20px; border: 1px solid #000; line-height: 0px;[/newclass]
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played by Putty
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last online May 15, 2020 18:31:48 GMT -6
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Mar 24, 2020 1:00:13 GMT -6
Post by Grimalde Selvaggio on Mar 24, 2020 1:00:13 GMT -6
[attr="class","cmon"] [attr="class","cmonbox"] [attr="class","cmonlyrics"]
Go faster alone or go further together
It's all gonna help out, it won't last forever
Every good somethin' started from dust
And we ain't got nothin' but nothin's enough [attr="class","cmonbody"]He stood there leaning against the damp stone, claws digging in as he tried willing the mirage away. Maybe it really was another pokemon, but the chances of it being him was just—
Then the stranger spoke, and the familiarity came crashing down on him. The voice had changed over the years, matured, but he could still hear it warmly greeting him. Could still hear it reminding him to stay safe, and reprimanding him when he returned filthy or damaged, but never so stern as to hurt.
His eyes flickered to the offered hand, confusion painting his face. Did he not realize? He swallowed dryly, figuring that the cavern was doing its job of cloaking him.
Or maybe he wasn’t worth being remembered. It’s a thought, a fear that stings, but isn’t above the realm of possibility. Ten years left a lot of room for new and better people.
“I know you won’t hurt me,” his laugh was low and wet with blood. “Doesn't seem like you have the guts.”
A heave as he began to drag his feet. “Keep your hands to yourself.” He’s being unreasonable, but it’s hard not to be. He needed to get out of there before he's recognized. He’s not sure if it's possible, but he’s not willing to risk it -- the humiliation would be too great.
He got about six steps down the tunnel before his legs buckled underneath him a second time.
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played by Sleepy
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last online Feb 25, 2021 12:42:53 GMT -6
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Mar 24, 2020 11:06:54 GMT -6
Post by Lavender Delacroix on Mar 24, 2020 11:06:54 GMT -6
[googlefont="Beth+Ellen|Raleway&display=swap"] [attr="class","lavender-post-base"] [attr="class","lavender-post-img"] [attr="class","lavender-post-lyr"]i had a dream [attr="class","lavender-post-lyr1"]i got everything i wanted [attr="class","lavender-post"]Just like that, he was rejected once more. His lips formed a tight line, and he slowly stood as the fox began to move. That was all he could do: watch. Any attempts at force might backfire on him, and the last thing he wanted to do was make a bad situation worse. There was too much blood being lost, and it was clear to him how little energy the Zoroark had. Maybe if he had bothered learning Hypnosis or brought a sleep seed he could force into his mouth, this interaction would have gone by more smoothly.
Yet, he could only watch.
The hand that he had offered dropped to his side, thin fingers curling into a tight fist. He hated that. He hated feeling incapable, unable to protect--
"Grim--!"
The name escaped his lips with a gasp before he could cut himself off, yet his slip up, despite having reprimanded himself for years not to get his hopes up, did not stop him from teleporting the mere feet needed to close the distance as the Zoroark began to fall. Ignoring everything the injured fox had said up until that point, Lavender reached out to catch him before he could hit the ground. In any other circumstance, the Gardevoir's attempt to catch, let alone support the weight of, someone larger than him would likely end in failure. Yet the glow of his eyes intensified as the subtle glow spread to engulf both of their bodies, supplementing for the strength he lacked.
"Honestly! Is it so hard to accept my help?"
--after all these years. The words went unsaid, incapable of leaving his lips as his voice strained near the end. [attr="class","lavender-post-lyr2"]and if i'm being honest [attr="class","lavender-post-lyr3"]it might've been a nightmare [newclass=".lavender-post-base"]width: 500px; margin: 10px auto; background: #111; padding: 20px; border: 1px solid #000; line-height: 0px;[/newclass]
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played by Putty
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last online May 15, 2020 18:31:48 GMT -6
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Mar 27, 2020 20:33:40 GMT -6
Post by Grimalde Selvaggio on Mar 27, 2020 20:33:40 GMT -6
[attr="class","cmon"] [attr="class","cmonbox"] [attr="class","cmonlyrics"]
Go faster alone or go further together
It's all gonna help out, it won't last forever
Every good somethin' started from dust
And we ain't got nothin' but nothin's enough [attr="class","cmonbody"]He froze, muscles tensing at the recognition of his name. His name, being said by that voice, after so long—he could almost hear the threads snapping, of gauze coming undone, and the air seeping into old wounds.
Before he can touch the cold ground, hands grab him, their grip harsh as his weight threatened to topple them both. A thick film enveloped his body and he felt stable on his feet, knees halfway to the ground. The blood pooled under him now, or was it blood? It was getting harder to see.
Lavender was hooked under his arm, supporting him (despite all he’d done?). His eyes glowed with power and he began to scold Grimalde, and the Zoroark found himself speechless for a good minute, just watching him. The panic in his chest molded into something warmer at the knowledge that he was still being offered help, for that was the last thing he’d hope from this person.
His brow creased. He fought for the words to come out, his jaw opening and closing with hesitance. “Do you recognize me?” His consciousness was slipping, but he had to make sure. Had to know.
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Mar 27, 2020 22:30:02 GMT -6
Post by Lavender Delacroix on Mar 27, 2020 22:30:02 GMT -6
[googlefont="Beth+Ellen|Raleway&display=swap"] [attr="class","lavender-post-base"] [attr="class","lavender-post-img"] [attr="class","lavender-post-lyr"]i had a dream [attr="class","lavender-post-lyr1"]i got everything i wanted [attr="class","lavender-post"]Knowing was one thing, but feeling was another. For years he had strived to conceal his own emotions, even when they became amplified or mutated from his accursed empathy. Yet, for the first time in nearly ten years, he could feel that finely crafted mask begin to crack.
Pale fingers curled into dark fur, a farce for trying to support the fox when he was really trying to restrain himself. Biting his tongue or cheek could only do so much, and he would be forced to speak soon enough. Barely a moment of silence passed between them before the Zoroark finally spoke. A simple question, that's all it was, yet it felt heavy on his shoulders. He tensed ever so slightly, struggling to keep even the most subtle changes in himself under check. Would he notice? Would he feel it?
Yes, he wanted to say. No, he wanted to cry. His eyes burned as his mind raced, the hope that he had stifled for so long threatening to break free. Was this truly the partner he had lost oh so many years ago? Or was he trying to play on his emotions, using it to his advantage?
For once, he wanted to believe. At least for now, he would let himself succumb to the belief that he had finally found his best friend. Even if this was a trick from Arceus, he could repent for his sins later. For now... For now...
"You've grown," the Gardevoir's voice cracked, but he hoped it came out quiet enough, hidden with his mumble, that the Zoroark would not notice. This was not the time to be getting sentimental; he needed to take care of the injuries that undoubtedly was beginning to stain his white skin with red.
"Guild Master Delacroix?"
A voice called out from the opening of the cave, and the soft patter of feet echoed off the walls. Lavender tensed, this time not bothering to hide it as he stood a little taller despite current circumstances. His attention turned away from Grimalde and toward the distant apprentices coming toward them. "My apologies!" His voice rang out, clear as a bell as if it had never wavered only moments before. "There has been a change in plans; I must return to Colbagne at once. Could you explore Dedrock Woods instead? Report back any findings!"
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