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elcome Adventurer to EPOCH! A Pokemon Sandbox Rp set in the original region of Nue. Everything you need to know will be in the Guidebook and PokeDex 101!
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Stellar squinted her eyes to the point she might as well close them. Why not? she thinks. She trusts her Archeops to make this smooth for them. But it is that innate fear of something happening that she kept her eyes slightly open, even if it's painful as the wind whipped around them and sand hit her cheeks. It feels like razor cutting into her skin, light ones that don't do much harm but remain prickly painful to remind her that it is happening.
There was a slight squawk from Sam; they are getting nearer to the exit? That's fast, Stellar knew they are fast, but to be this fast, she is really proud of them, her darling Pokemon.
And that's when everything happened.
A loud yell, then there was a shriek, or a squeal, whichever one. It's a miracle she heard what happened next, even as her instincts kicked in.
("STELL. THERE IS A DISGRUNTLED BEACH BALL ACCOSTING MY SLED.")
When the yell sounded two things happened nearly at once. Both Archeops screeched into an emergency halt, but the speed that was a blessing earlier became a slight curse, throwing both trainers to the air at the force of the break. Stellar thankfully kept her mouth shut when she was thrown off, and she quickly tried to stand up as she tumbled across the sand.
"Sam! Plume!" she called out. Sam was in front of her in seconds, wings flared out above her protectively, forming an effective feathery barrier for her. Stellar took that opportunity to open her eyes more, to see what is happening.
Plume, on the other hand, had turned around and stepped in front of Etta, staring at the 'beach ball'. The Ancient Bird Pokemon screeched at the intruder, warning it.
LAIKA OF GS!
[/b]Absolutely love how Cacnea and Etta's reaction are. 'NEEEEAAAAAAAA!' [/ul]
Post by Etta Rassul on May 29, 2013 11:18:14 GMT -5
SO CLOSE TO SOMETHING BETTER LEFT UNKNOWN
tag stell words 421 note best cacnea ever.
I can feel it
in my bones
--Etta's Mind Theatre--
Many years ago a hard-working farmer of Fallarbor Town failed in his quest to save up enough money to take his family on a beach vacation. Not wishing to disappoint his children, who had already bought swimsuits, beach umbrellas, sandcastle building equipment, and numerous other vacation-implements, one fine day he took them to the mouth of the Hoenn Desert. There was enough sand just outside there to make sandcastles with and to play beach volleyball. Everything was going rather nicely. And then his young daughter dropped a orange-cream popsicle in the sand. Because it was so sticky and sand-covered, she didn't want to pick it up, and so left it there and forgot about it. Unfortunately, the sweet, sticky substance drew the attention of all the Pokemon in the area, who devoured the popsicle and then surrounded the family, searching for more. But they had already eaten the rest of the popsicles. Certain that they were about to meet their doom, the farmer, out of desperation, launched the beach ball he was holding into the desert. This created a distraction just long enough for the family to escape, but the beach ball was sacrificed and left to roll around the desert indefinitely, as beach balls do not have eyes and it was thus incapable of rolling itself home. So, all this time since, it has been lying in wait for a traveler to hitchhike back with.
--FIN--
As the Archeops had whirled around to protect Etta and Stell, Etta's sled came free of its rigging. Now, watching from behind Plume, the thing under the cloak lay still, except for the occasional twitch. It seemed to have somehow tangled itself up in the fabric.
Still apparently trapped under the cloak, the beach ball began to run in circles, in spirals, in figure-eights, in elaborate geometric patterns, screeching the whole time and, if Etta didn't know any better, holding its little arms up in abject terror. The cloak trailed after it dejectedly.
Well, beach balls didn't have arms, so that theory was out.
"CAAAAA NEEEAAAAA! CAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
It seemed to be running in a vague lattice, now, and it was wearing little trails in the sand. Any more and it might run itself underground.
"Do you think we should do something about this?" Etta yelled to Stell. The storm seemed to be picking up a bit, and she really wanted to get her cloak back, at some point.
All three of them was so sure it was an attack, that something was about to hit them right now, that all of them were ready for a battle.
("Do you think we should do something about this?")
That snapped Stellar back from her gawk, which she berated herself with. That moment of shock could have cost her dearly, so thank Arceus nothing had happened.
Gesturing to Sam, she moved forward with her current, feathery barrier. When she finally reached to Etta's side, the male Archeops flared his wing to cover Etta as well. Now that he has to cover two people, the protection is less, but in less than a moment, his Protect is up once more, covering them in the force field.
"Well," Stellar paused. She wonders what she could do about this. "Plume! Pull the cloak up!"
The female Archeops look a little disgruntled at the command, and looked at Stellar. Stellar looked back, blinking once.
Trust me.
The Archeops let out a soft coo, and Plume turned around and stepped forward. With her teeth she latched on to Etta's cloak and pulled.
Post by Etta Rassul on May 29, 2013 18:57:32 GMT -5
SO CLOSE TO SOMETHING BETTER LEFT UNKNOWN
tag stell words 300 note i think it thinks she's the chosen one . . .
I can feel it
in my bones
(The Archeops let out a soft coo, and Plume turned around and stepped forward. With her teeth she latched on to Etta's cloak and pulled.)
The beach ball jerked to a stop, paused again, just for a split second, and then frantically began running in place, still caught under the cloak, little arms waving like crazy. It tried to go left, tried to go right, but couldn't seem to get free.
And then, with a little more force from Plume, the beach ball popped out.
Somersaulted.
Cartwheeled.
Bumped.
Bounce-
-bounce-
-bounced . . .
and landed face-first in the sand.
Green, covered in strangely rounded-looking spikes, with a little yellow crown on its head. Still flailing, stubby limbs. The same general shape of a beach ball.
"Nea nea nea neaaaaaa . . ."
"Oh, it's just a Cacnea," Etta said, shrugging and turning to Stell. "I guess we can get going again."
At this, the Cacnea leapt to its feet, looking between Etta and Stell, and then waving its arms as though wanting to get their attention.
Etta frowned down at it, a bit surprised. It wasn't attacking, and it wasn't running away - so what was it's deal? "You want something?"
Pfft. Maybe it does need to hitch a ride back to town.
It pointed one prickly arm in her direction. "Cacnea-nea!"
"I don't know what that means."
It repeated itself, and then suddenly affected what she could only think of as puppy-dog eyes.
"Uh, Stell, this is your call," Etta said, turning to her. She only had two pokeballs, and she was saving them for Pokemon that may actually be useful and not, well . . . There was something wrong with this one. It's little spines didn't even look sharp. She was supposed to get something scary.
Stellar covered her mouth to stop the giggle from escaping her, because that's just mean, but the Cacnea does look like a beach ball. It seems to be a wild Pokemon too, one that is not too dangerous.
....did the Cacnea just gave them puppy-dog eyes?
"I'm not so sure what it's trying to say as well," Stellar tilted her head. It did point to Etta's direction, so it wanted something from her? But she doesn't want to do anything with it.
"Go home, Cacnea," Stellar said to the Cacnea, "This is all just one unfortunate incident." She was sure that Plume is rolling her eyes right now, the Archeops choosing to gather up the ropes and the cloaks when she realized that the Cacnea is no danger. Stellar smiled in an apologetic manner as Plume came over and passed her her stuff, grumbling all the way.
"Alright, let's go then," Stellar adjusted the cloak and ropes again, handing the Etta's stuff back to her. She carefully adjusted them to Sam again, and waited for Etta to do the same to Plume. "We'll be out of here in no time."
A pause.
"...maybe we could get some tea together when we reach town?"
Both Archeops perked up at that offer. One of them probably gawked, but Stellar is looking at Etta, so she can't really see. 'It's fine,' she convinced herself, 'There's nothing wrong with being friendly...again.'
LAIKA OF GS!
[/b]Oh chosen one, lead us to Fallarbor.Lol! [/ul]
Post by Etta Rassul on May 30, 2013 10:35:47 GMT -5
SO CLOSE TO SOMETHING BETTER LEFT UNKNOWN
tag stell words 365 note poor cacnea . . . but he shall return .
I can feel it
in my bones
"Go home, Cacnea. This is all just one unfortunate incident."
The Cacnea turned to Stell and stared at her for a minute, and then frantically began hopping from one foot to the other, waving its little arms in the air and chattering in indecipherable Cacnea-ese.
Yep. Too cute to catch. Etta managed to avoid grinning, wondering how a Pokemon in a largely out-of-the-way desert managed to get so . . . charismatic.
"Alright, let's go then," said Stell, and as she reattached the sledding implements to Sam, Etta did the same with Plume. The Cacnea began bouncing around her, apparently trying to get her attention. Etta ignored it, with some effort. Meanwhile, Stell continued, "We'll be out of here in no time . . . maybe we could get some tea together when we reach town?"
Etta looked at the woman, slightly taken aback.
Since leaving Saffron City, she hadn't really met anyone she could consider herself friends, or even cordial acquaintances with. Either she moved on to the next town too quickly to meet anyone, or she hung in the background, observing and not engaging. It didn't bother her that much, really - she didn't mind being on her own. But how strange for someone she just met to be so friendly. If Stell didn't give off such a genuinely kind vibe, she might have been suspicious.
Nothing like strange circumstances and manic Cacnea to bring people closer together.
"Yeah. Sounds like a good idea," said Etta, smiling, and checking the new knots on her sled. "We'll probably need the refreshment, once we get out of here."
Somewhere down near her feet, the Cacnea made a noise that sounded a lot like a whine. Etta quirked an eyebrow at it, then turned back to Stella. "You can't come. Sorry," she whispered down to it.
Besides, she had run it over with her sled. You would think it would be mad at her, or something, not apparently trying to attach itself to her leg. And what had it been doing in the first place? It must have been under the sand, for Plume to not see it.
The Cacnea is....really cute. Like, really, really cute.
It reminds her of the times when she raised her baby Vulpix, so many years ago it almost felt like a dream. "I feel a little bad, leaving it like this, it seems to really like you," she commented, watching as the Cacnea bounced about. She would recommend Etta taking the Cacnea in, but she didn't seem interested in it, so Stellar kept her opinion to herself. Everyone have their preferences, after all.
("Yeah. Sounds like a good idea. We'll probably need the refreshment, once we get out of here.")
Stellar smiled, almost shyly. Her friends-making skills might be a little rusty, but that had felt good, uplifting, even. There's a certain free feeling she haven't felt for some time; the war had caged her, made it unbearable, and now it's time to heal. She adjusted herself on her makeshift sled, adjusting the scarf again, giving an okay sign to Sam.
Sam waited until both trainers are ready. Then, the male Archeops cooed at Plume, butting her lightly with his head affectionately. Plume ruffled her feathers, as if embarrassed, then took a stance, prepared to run once more.
And Sam let the Protect disappear.
They were off once more, running with the wind. The trip wasn't interrupted, this time, and everything felt like a blur.
One moment it was all sand.
Another moment, grass filled their vision.
Fallarbour Town, here they come.
LAIKA OF GS!
[/b]Shall we make a thread in Fallarbour town, or do you want to assume they went and parted ways?[/ul]
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