[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole - Printable Version +- Pokemon Uranium (https://pokemonuranium.co/forum) +-- Forum: Misc and fun stuff (https://pokemonuranium.co/forum/forumdisplay.php?fid=8) +--- Forum: Roleplaying (https://pokemonuranium.co/forum/forumdisplay.php?fid=12) +--- Thread: [Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole (/showthread.php?tid=816) Pages:
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RE: [Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole - Dragonstrike - 05-18-2017 (05-18-2017, 04:11 PM)Lord Windos Wrote: Following Nathan into the back room, he takes a seat across from him and patiently waits for him to begin the question. When instead he began to cry, Ventus sprang up straight from his chair in shock and worry. He could now feel the sadness that he was carefully conceling until now; just how was he able to mask it from him and everyone else? "Nathan, what is wrong? If there is anything I can do, I promise I will help to the best of my ability!" Within the Sadness: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pottIQSIme4 Nathan tries to stop sobbing so he can answer. It'll be hard to get that out of his system, now that he's started. He hasn't done that in 3 years... "There's...a lot of reasons for that. The main one right now is this: sniffle Ventus, what are we doing to this group? We fight and we fight...and what even over? I don't even know what the true reason is...I thought it was because of Ralts and the flowers, but...that's obviously not the only reason...Ventus, I want to stop arguing. I've never been one to argue before, and yet...sob. We're going to tear this group in two if we keep this up..." He pauses a moment to look at the gloves he's wearing, now wet with tears. He hadn't taken them off since Vincent had given them to him..."Vincent gave me these gloves when he showed me the basics of self defense...and now he's off somewhere in the mountains, chasing a Vivillon and a Voltorb for all we know...and I don't know why...we haven't heard anything from him since he texted us about that Vivillon..." He slams his arm on the table, propping his head up with the other. "Shiva seems fine, but I don't think she knows how to approach this. Larry...I have no idea about, to be honest. But we're liable to hurt him if we continue to hurt each other..." A tear falls from his eye. Ralts is hugging Nathan's leg, trying to comfort him, but looks just as sad. "I don't know what to do, Ventus. I'll be respectful, though. You can go first. If you have any questions, ask, and I'll answer as best as I can." RE: [Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole - Lord Windos - 05-18-2017 Stunned by the frank admission, and even more surprised that a lot of it mirrored his own concerns, Ventus just sat back in his chair. When the topic of Vincent came up, he just put his hand in his hands, shaking it ruefully to himself. He'd been very concerned about his wellbeing, especially after he chased down that Voltorb and disapeered into the great divide. 'The Vivillon distracting him from returning was an even worse stroke of luck, as now we have absolutely no information about his current status. Based on that...its possible he might have died in the wilderness. Best not bring that up to Nathan, though, or we might both start crying,' he though, before reaching over and patting him on the shoulder. "Hey, hey, I'm sure Vincent is alright. He's a rather hard and determined man, so I'm sure he's just trying to hunt down that legend and keep his new Voltorb under control. No new isn't necessarily bad new, right?" Ventus said to Nathan, trying to calm the boys fears about him. Doing what he could, he took away his hand from the boy, and looked straight into his eyes. He offered the chance to ask questions first, so he might as well get his biggest concern off the table. Still, he couldn't help but feel even more guilty for bringing on such an emotional outburst, but he swallowed it down and asked his question. "...Our fights started because of the Deyo Flower Incident, but their roots do not lie there. It comes from our different idealogical outlooks on life, as well as our morality. Because of both these issues, their had been a distinct lack of trust between me and you from then on. Even with that In mind, I have to ask : Why haven't you taken any of my warnings seriously? More importantly, why are you being so difficult to work with? Prior to the Deyo flowers, you had no reason to doubt me besides me being a worry wort, but when I started acting...paranoid over the flowers, I would have assumed that would be pause for concern," Ventus said, looking a bit ruefully at the young boy. He could understand his desire to learn more about this flowers, but he'd figured that when he started empathetically declaring these flowers were a threat, he'd listen. "Instead, the Incident happened, and ever since then things have gotten worse between us. Keeping secrets from me, even when they hindered my ability to coordinate my efforts within the party, overidding my concerns and advice and acting in your own self interest, and, most recently, charging off into danger because you simply disagreed with how I handled my Ekans, and overidding any sort of view I had on the situation. *Sigh* Now, I feel that I can't even speak up against you or your decision without a meltdown taking place, even if what I have is entirely relevant to the task at hand," Ventus continued, sighing in frustration at there lack of communication and general bickering they've had. While he mourns the loss of camaraderie they had, he can't help but be frustrated by what took place. "...Nathan, you promised me we could work together, without our background getting in the way, but that hasn't been accomplished yet, has it? So please, can you explain why you always doubted me so much?" RE: [Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole - PhantomUnderYourDesk - 05-18-2017 (05-18-2017, 04:16 PM)Iron Wrote: "In three days? That would be a miracle! But Espeon is a good idea. I'm sure we can build toward that goal in a timely fashion. What kinds of traits should the parents have? Do you think two Eevees are the best parents?" True story, getting an Eevee to evolve thanks to friendship could hardly be done in such a limited time, and seemed even more unlikely if the Eevee in question was a careful and watchful one. But, for some reason, this only got Shiva more eager in approaching the small Evolution-Fox and trying to get closer to it... "Depends. Is the Eevee here a male or a female? If female, a good possibible partner would be a Sentret or a Patrat - both of these species are attentive observers, so it would go very well if the goal is to refine the watchful aspekt." ... "A Growlithe would work very well too, given its loyality and eager to protect its owner. Maybe an Eevee would be more fond of the latter species." "I...absolutely dislike getting a Ditto involved in this, though... Seeing there isn't one here at all. So, question would be now how to actually find a good mating partner for the Eevee..." RE: [Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole - Iron - 05-18-2017 "Mt. Sentry plays host to all kinds of Patrat and Sentret. We could find a watchful one from there, surely. I think you're right that a Growlithe would make a great father! Should we evolve Eevee first? And yes, where would we get a Growlithe?" RE: [Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole - Dragonstrike - 05-18-2017 (05-18-2017, 04:59 PM)Lord Windos Wrote: Stunned by the frank admission, and even more surprised that a lot of it mirrored his own concerns, Ventus just sat back in his chair. When the topic of Vincent came up, he just put his hand in his hands, shaking it ruefully to himself. He'd been very concerned about his wellbeing, especially after he chased down that Voltorb and disapeered into the great divide. 'The Vivillon distracting him from returning was an even worse stroke of luck, as now we have absolutely no information about his current status. Based on that...its possible he might have died in the wilderness. Best not bring that up to Nathan, though, or we might both start crying,' he though, before reaching over and patting him on the shoulder. "We can work together. It's just been...difficult. To be honest, I could barely believe you were a researcher of any kind, initially. You don't look like the type who would be one, yet there you were, giving solid advice on how to train a psychic type...and you're obviously doing something right, given that Aspis seems to like you. Even if I don't wholly approve of the methods, I can't deny that they seem to have been effective..." He pauses before continuing. "As far as the flowers go...they're important. I don't know how, but they are. They mean something to Ralts. And that's...something I need to figure out, given how I found him..." He pauses again. This was one of the parts he was intending to share, but was reluctant to do so. He'd already told Vincent, but...this was harder. MUCH harder. He takes a deep breath, sobbing and shaking. The memories are almost too painful to bear, and Ralts is mirroring the emotions perfectly. "Ralts...nearly died. I found him a year ago, on that stone in the clearing I'd brought us to before the mankey attacked us. He was battered, beaten...I almost didn't recognize that he was a pokemon, let alone a Ralts. I...couldn't just leave him there. And now, I'm left wondering who put him in that state...sob. I don't know how I managed to get him back to the Center in time...when he finally woke up, he was scared, alone...I took him in that day. I couldn't just abandon him. And so I got out the only pokeball I had and registered it to him. I...would do almost anything for him. I don't want him to feel that kind of pain and loneliness again. It's too much for me to think about, if he does. I can't really stand seeing other pokemon like that either, but it's especially true for Ralts. Now that I finally have a lead on what might have happened to him, I can't just dismiss anything that might have a connection to his past. Are the Deyo Flowers dangerous? Initially, I said no. But I agree now, they are. Just maybe not for the same reasons as you...and that's what triggered the start of it. I don't know exactly why it's continued and worsened, but differing moralities probably has something to do with it..." He trails off, unsure of what else he can say. "Any other questions? Need me to try and elaborate on something? I doubt you'll get another chance like this for a long time..." RE: [Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole - Lord Windos - 05-18-2017 "Compare to other researcher, I'm far more down to earth and sociable. I frequently did field work despite being just a student, work closely with Pokémon during studies and experiments, and formed strong friendships with not only researchers and staff at the college, but also with the on site expert trainers, so that shaped the way I conduct research and interacted with others professionally. Given my laid back, open, and friendly nature, and the fact that I approach issues like a sociologist as much as a Pokémon Researcher, most people are skeptical of my claims of being a accredited scientist. My dress style doesn't help matters either, but I do love my sweaters!" Ventus replies, cracking a joke at the end to try (and fail) to diffuse the tension in the room. Mulling over what he said about Apsis, he very carefully choose his words to reply on the matter. "As to how I handle and care for Apsis, it can seem a bit...barbaric most unfamiliar with Predator Pokémon. My field studies had me witness several instance of Pokémon being kill and eaten in the wild, and my Pokémon Handling classes went into painstaking detail about the eating habits of carnivorous Pokémon, so you could say I've become desensitized to my snakes eating habits. Even if I find it distasteful, I'm not going to make Apsis bend over backwards to change because of my discomfort, as that its just as cruel to force a radical change in its natural diet. You don't have to agree with my methods with caring for my Ekans, but I hope you understand why I act like I do in regards to wild Pokémon." A little happy to get that off his chest, he continued to listen to Nathan's story, patiently waiting for him to finish. He didn't think he would be taken off guard so soon after Nathan emotional outburst from earlier, but the his about how he met Ralts nearly caused him to come to tears. The sheer despair and anguish he felt...if he didn't do his meditations last night, he might have collapsed in a depressed funk. Staring at Nathan, he got up and went over to him, and gave him a gentle hug. "Oh, Nathan. I've...must be a fool for not seeing it earlier. I always knew you shared a strong bond with Ralts, but I never knew exactly the reason why it was that way. Now I see why you disregarded me: you wanted answers to help him anyway you can. Its no wonder why you where stood so adamantly against me," Venuts sad, his tone both sorrowful and regretful. No wonder he has reacted so poorly to his approach to wild Pokémon, and Apsis eating habit. 'It must hit very close to his heart, like those flower and the wizard with me. I can't change my approach with Apsis, but I can act with far more discretion for now on,' he though, before easing out of the hug and returning to his seat. A little part of him is a bit happy that Nathan shares the same view on the Deyos, but he viscously squashes that sentiment. He will NOT take any enjoyment from this revelation. As he though over what he wanted to say, he shook his head at Nathan. "My greatest question has been answered, as well as all my other concerns. I believe we can work out any future problems we have for now on, should they arise. Now," Ventus clasped his hands together, looking thoughtfully at them, before letting out a long sigh. He looked back up to Nathan, his calmness replaced by a tired look. Like whatever he was thinking such all the energy out of him. "Its my turn to explain myself. If you wish, I can explain just why I have been acting so...wild about the Deyos and the Wizard we encounter, as well as my extreme distaste in the arcane and fey. Its a long story, but I'm willing to share it. Its only fair, after what I've put you through and the story you've told me." RE: [Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole - Dragonstrike - 05-18-2017 (05-18-2017, 06:12 PM)Lord Windos Wrote: "Compare to other researcher, I'm far more down to earth and sociable. I frequently did field work despite being just a student, work closely with Pokémon during studies and experiments, and formed strong friendships with not only researchers and staff at the college, but also with the on site expert trainers, so that shaped the way I conduct research and interacted with others professionally. Given my laid back, open, and friendly nature, and the fact that I approach issues like a sociologist as much as a Pokémon Researcher, most people are skeptical of my claims of being a accredited scientist. My dress style doesn't help matters either, but I do love my sweaters!" Ventus replies, cracking a joke at the end to try (and fail) to diffuse the tension in the room. Nathan's surprised when Ventus comes over and hugs him, but he doesn't object. He needs the comforting right now, as does Ralts. "Please do. You said you'd explain it to Vincent, but seeing as he's not here currently...sniffle. You're correct in that being the main question I want answered. And when you're done, I'll tell you what little Vincent and I have learned and deduced about the flowers. It seems only fair, though I don't wish to ask this of you if it's too painful. Ralts and I can feel the...sorrow even now. This won't be a happy tale, I can tell..." RE: [Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole - Lord Windos - 05-18-2017 (05-18-2017, 06:22 PM)Dragonstrike Wrote: Nathan's surprised when Ventus comes over and hugs him, but he doesn't object. He needs the comforting right now, as does Ralts. Chuckling to himself over Nathan concern, he only responds "Oh, Nathan. I've lived with this my whole life; relieving the pain will only hurt for a moment. Now, let us begin." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Music: Lovely Music for a Backstory Let me tell you story, dear boy. About a how I became so damn paranoid. Like all good stories, it begins with a family. Unlike them, this one never has an happy ending. Once, there was a family of five: A father, a mother, two sons, and a daughter. Together, they were happy, and lived a peacefull life. The father name was Naples Zachariah, and his job was a chemist working at a stuffy facility. The hours were long, and the work was hard, but he never complained, and he always came home with a smile on his face. The mother, her name Delilah Belladonna, was a florist, and new everything about flowers, from lilies to roses. She own a small flower shop, and while business was never booming, she enjoyed her work passionately, like spring was enternally blooming. The olders brother name was Zanzibar Zacharieh, but the family just called him Sans. Like his father, he was an aspiring scientist, knowing a great many things about his trade. He also had a great talent for Pokémon, so he went on a journey to become the Champeon before he began his career in medicine. He was the star of the family, but me and my sibling never begrudged him. The sister's name was Rachiel Belladonna, and she was the youngest. She didn't have empathy like me, and she was not great with Pokémon nor chemistry, but she was clever like no one's business, and was great with coming up with all kinds of neat inventions. There there was the middle child: me. I was much like myself then, but with far more innocent outlook, and a fascination with the magical and social. Oh, how that would change. Still, I was bright for my age, and I looked to become what I am today. There we were, a family of five, happy as we can be. Mother and Father made plenty of money, so we were well of, without a care. Peaceful life; what more can be asked? Well, I guess we were wanting. Because one day, the Disaster came. Needless to say, everything changed. The factory my father work out had an massive chemical spill, and my father was caught in it. He was severly injured, and was in critical care. When Sans heard about it, he abandoned his gym challenge and came back to help support us. He tried desparantly to save my dad, using what connections and medical knowledge he had. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough. Naples died one day, with a smile on his face despite his increadible pain, his whole family surrounding him in his final moments. My brother swiftly became wracked with depression, and started raging against those he held responsible. He start a crusade, determined to avenge his father pointless death. Using his father name and connection, he became part of a pharmaceutical company, and began plotting while supporting his family with some money. I was shocked to the core; I couldn't believe that dear old dad was just...gone. Despite my grief, I remained strong, sporting a happy smile on my face. My whole family was despairing, so it was my mission to fix that. My sister just stopped caring. Her creative spark dried up, and she would hardly say anything. She always wanted to be alone, but I wouldn't let her. My brother could take care of himself, I thought. I have to be with my sister and mom. My mother...she was most impacted. Depressed, angry, and not the least bit cheerful, she took to the bottle, and let her business rot. She no longer cared about the flowers; she just want to drown her sorrows. With brother away making money and plan, and my mother an disfunction wreck, it fell to me to manage the family. I managed the money, paying the bill and all the groceries. I made sure everyone was well feed and dress, and my cooking and baking skill grew tremendously under this pressure. Finally I had to make sure Rachiel went to school, and try to help both her and my mother whenever I could. Still, it took all my efforts and more just to keep the family stable, not improve. I had hoped, when enough time passed, everyone would grief would settle, and we could all move on. Perhap that could have happened, If Sans didn't act like such a villain. You see, on top of always being at work, plotting vengeance and being depressed, he had turned into a raging jerk. When mother started drinking, he started getting into fights, telling her she should be ashamed of this behavior. She'd fire back hotly, saying his attitude and rants for revenge was making it impossible for the family to mend. One day, their arguing came to a head. Sans and mother were in each other faces, screaming at the top of their voices. I was there, hiding behind the door to my room. Perhaps if I had intervied, the story might he ended differently. But I just cowered, fearful of getting involved. When Sans knocked out my mother, I knew then that this family would never get better. It would just spiral down forever. I came out in a flash, rushing to my mother side, trying to wake her from her stupor. My brother, looked down, his face twisted in thunderous grief. He just turned away, and went to his room. When my efforts were doing naught, I follow Sans to his room, and discovered he was packing. I asked him what he was doing. He just told me he couldn't stay here, if his family wouldn't support him. He spat at the ground, and apologized to me, saying it wasn't my fault. You tried to help, he said. But it wasn't enough. He said to me that he would bring dad's killer to task, and punish them with all he can. He promised he would keep sending us money, but he wouldn't be coming back home ever again. Not with mother like that. I could have stopped him, told him to stay, to let go of his grudge and help the family maintain. He would have listen, and perhaps just stayed. I didn't, though. I just stayed silent, watching him finish packing, and left our home forever. For what its worth, he did get his revenge, and inflict the most terrible pain he could on our father's killer. That was years later, though, and he took his life a few month after the ploy. The note he left said despite his plan going to fruition, he still felt just as dead inside since the accident. That was the first life I took. Maybe not directly, but I just knew that if I just reached out to him, he would never have done it. But that's another sad tale, one that I wish not to divulge. Suffice to say, its just as sad as this one. After his violent departure, things just grew worse. My mother, now blaming herself for driving her son away, took even harder to the bottle. She would now leave us alone for hours, while she went out and herself stupid in the nearby park. I followed after her, a couple of time, to check to see if she was well. Mom would always drink in the same spot: a great field of wildflowers. Perhaps if I had spotted the signs earlier, what happened to my mother... Most of the time from then on, it was just me and my sister in that empty house of ours. She grew fitful about big brother's departure, and started to resistant my comforting efforts. Still, I persistent in my self appointed task, and took care of the family despite burden it asked. I never stopped smiling, and trying to fix my broken family, even when I knew it was hopeless. After all, why stop caring? I still loved my family, and that was all that mattered I just wished it would stop falling apart on me. My wish never come true; quite the opposite happened, as a matter of fact. Now we get into why I despise fairy magics You see, a few months after Sans departure, I noticed my mother beginning to act strange. She would came home, not in a drunken stupor, but is a sort of a daze. She almost didn't see notice us, and her effort to care were bizarre to say the least. As the weeks went on, she only became more weird. She stopped drinking liquor, I could tell, but she would still walk around in that daze I was talking about. She started smilling again, but whenever I looked at it, I could always tell it was right. Like something was forcing her lip to curl in such an unnatural grin. She began to say a strange thing, talking about how her little friends was helping ease the pain. She began to bring flowers into the house, something she used to do in small amounts, but she carpeting the place with them. Some of the I didn't even recognize, which was very strange indeed. The little chores I used to do around the house, like sweep the flooring or cleaning the kitchen, were all done without my supervision. Mother began to bring berries to the house by the dozen, showing us with nature's bounty. My sister, happy that her mother was seemingly getting better, dug in with mom devouring these berries. I refrained from eating such things. I was already outputted by the mysterious things happening. THe last thing I would do is eat these weird and unknown berries. I stuck with the meal I prepared, taking care not to use a single ingredient my mother would bring. I bet you can tell that I was already beginning to become distrusting. And this isn't even the end of her behavior! After awhile, she stopped eating my meals, and stuck to the berries and bizarre plants she somehow got. She didn't have any money on her, since it managed it all, so how did she get such things? More weeks gone by, and soon it was that she was becoming stranger and stranger. She begin talking in colorful prose, speaking wonders of the natural world. She started wearing fancy dresses constantly, and her every movement was like she was dancing. When asked a question about anything, she never gave a straight answer, only speaking in half truths and riddles. And everyday, the same time like clockwork, she would leave the house and take a long stroll in the park. When I asked why, she would just say she wanted to talk with her friend. My sister enjoyed this change, enraptured by my mom's transformation. Me? I was not drawn in. As time went by, I found myself increasing the distance between us. I started to ignore her, only talked to her if she forced me to, and avoided all contanct with her and her strange fancies. My sister didn't like my coldness to her. Why are you acting like she's a stranger, big brother? She would say this to me one day. Because she is, little one. Because she is. One day, my curiousity grew past its limits, and one day I followed after my mom when she made her daily trip to the park in secret. What I saw there frightened me to the core In the middle of the meadow, sitting down in the flowers and chattering, was my mother surrounded by Fairy type Pokémon. Florges, Clefary, Comfey, and Aromatise surround her, whispering things to her. I watch in horror, as I saw my mom fall deeper in their clutches. Then she turned around, and asked I would like to join them. Suffice to say, I ran. As fast as could. I went straight to my house, and locked the front door. My sister heard the commotion, and came rushing to my aide. What is wrong, big brother? What has gotten you in such a tizzy? Our mom! I cried. Our mother is being controlled by Fairies! Just as I said those magical words, the door to the house open, as if I said abra kadabra. In walked in my mother, the strange smile on her face. She looked over to me, and simply just asked : Why did you run away from me, my child? I was frightened, but I steel my resolves and told her : You are not my mom. Blinking a bit, she just chuckled at my words, as if they were the funniest joke in the world. Are you not bright, my little child. I'm not quite your mother, but at the same time I am. Who are you then, I said? Call me Morgan le Fey, she responded, with that same smile on her face. How I wanted to punch it off, but I abstained What happened to you, why are you like this? What happen to Delilah. What happened to mom? She chuckled that damn laugh again, and sat down. She told me story, painting it in my mind. Dear old Delilah was drunk in the middle of the field of flowers, drowing her sorrow. All the little Fairies saw this, and deliberated on what must be done. They knew of our family, our unique gifts and skill. They knew tragedy struck us, and that we were not doing well. So after much deliberation and thought, they decided to intervene. If mother was never going to get better, why, they would certainly make her! She describe happily in nauseating detail how they approached her, and began to 'change' her mind. In her depressed, drunken state, she was quite receptive to their messages, and latched on to them like her life depended on it. They began to change her, molding her mind to be more like theres, and destroying the broken person that she was. Morgan described it as the most wonderful feeling, all her woes and trauma fading away. I saw it as the erasure it was. I told that to her straight to her face. You would forgot who you were, if it would free you from that hurt? Yes, she replied. What about dad? Does his death mean nothing to you now? It means a great deal, but I have finally moved on, and became a more wonderful person for it. I had nothing to say to that. I knew then I was never getting mother back. She stood up, moving like liquid, and came over to me. I back away, as fast as I could, so she just stop right in front. Both of you, if you so choose, come to the meadow tomarrow. I tire of this setting, and wish to move on to the magical place they describe. You can come too, I you wish. Just come to the meadow, and give your answer. When she said this, she was gone. The front door was still locked, like it was never opened. I shook my head, clearing the bedazzlement still in it. What in the hell just happened?! My sister, who had remained silent the entire time, looked to me and said she wanted to join mom. Even if she like that, I still believe she loves us. Why would she stay here so long otherwise? I'm going with her, brother. You do what you like. I could only stand there, stunned by what I heard. Slowly, I nodded my head, and told her to get in bed. She had a busy day tomarrow, so she should get all the rest she could. Perhaps she mistaken my stilted speech as a result of surprise, and complided, going to be to rest her little head. I didn't go to bed. I went to the medicine cabinent, and got the strongest tranqulizer we had. My brother didn't take his medicine with him when he stormed out. I whispered thanks to Reshirem, set out. I waited until I heard Rachiel snoring, then went in and drugged her quite heavily. Just enough that she'd be passed out all night and day, so that she wouldn't do anything insane. I jammed the window and bared the door, so that if she did actually awake in the morning, she couldn't get out. I then waited in the living room, until the morning sun came out. Tired, but not tired, I left the house as the first hour of the day began, and began my journey to the flower field. I felt like I was walking to my death, my final resting place. Maybe you could say I was. Finally, I arrived in that cursed field of flowers. No one else was at the park, not at this hour. There, standing where the flowers where thickest, and surround by those damned Faires, was my mother smiling. Where is Rachiel, she said. She couldn't make it, but she said she didn't want to be with you. Not when you are like this. She tilted her head with a frown on her face, as if to consider my words, before she smiled again. If it is as you say, so be it. What is your answer. No. Just No. That is all I said to the creature in front of me. I wanted it away from what was left of my family, so that she couldn't bewitch us all and lead us into doom. She looked sad at my answer, like she actually cared, before she smiled again. I guess this is good-bye then, my son. Take care of Rachiel, and grow up to be a fine man. I know you can. In a sudden gust, Morgan was obscured by flower petals. When the wind died and everything settled, she was gone I was tired. Tired of everthing that happened that day. I was just a boy of 13 years, and I have lost almost everybody. Still, I kept strong. I could not breakdown. Not if I didn't end up like everyone else in the family So, like I have always done, I put a smile on my face, and went home. I still had a sister and myself to look after, you know. I couldn't afford to be weak. Not at a time like this. When I came home, I undid everything I did to keep here there, and brought a chair in her room. I sat in it, and waited until she woke up. When she did, and say that sad smile on my face, she somehow knew what I did. She sluggishly got out of bed, and began to beat on my chest, screaming at me in rage for what I did. I just took it, with that smile on my face. I did what I could to protect her, and I had to be strong. If she hates me for my actions, so be it. I had to keep her safe. From then on, there was a rift between me and Rachiel. She didn't trust me, and resented me for my every action. She yelled at me frequently, and hit me as often as she could. I accepted it all with a smile, and continued to care for her. She was safe, that was all that mattered in the end. Then one day, as I came home from school, I found a note on the table. It said, quite simply : I can't stand to be with you anymore. Despite how much you cared for me, you took away the chance for me to be with my mom. I know you what you did was to keep me safe, but it was not your choice to make; it was mine. I'm going to find her. By the time you read this, I'll be long gone. I still love you, my brother, but I must follow my heart. I dropped the note, and scrambled to check the house, looking for any sign as to where she had gone. There was none, so I eventually just found myself in the living of the empty house, all alone. I was crying, if I remember. Quite loudly, as it was echoing throughout the whole living space. But no one would come to my aid. Everyone was gone, and I knew it. I had only myself to take care and rely on. So, I stopped my mourning, and tried my very best to smile. After all, nothing was ever solved by crying about it. There once was a family: A father, a mother, two sons, and a daughter. Now, there was just one. So, with great care, he picked up the pieces of his life, and finally moved on. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...and that is all there said to be said. With the money I got from Sans, and taking a few night jobs, I got through my primary and secondary education with flying colors. I made a few important friend while I was in school, so with my grades and fledgly connection, I made it to The Castellia College of Pokémon Research. And the rest, as they say, is history." Silence. Dead silence. Ventus was done with his story. His long, tiring, and painful story. Tears were streaking down his face, but he still had a small smile on his face. "Well, now you know why I hate the fey and arcane so much, Nathan. I hope my explanation suffices." RE: [Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole - Dragonstrike - 05-18-2017 Music: None. Dead silence seems most appropriate to me right now. Nathan's stunned. He hadn't heard anything of fairies behaving like that. Ever. Nothing he had ever read could have prepared him for what he had just heard. "I...I don't know what to say...that's..." He trails off, unable to find words to describe it...instead, all he can say is, "Yes, I...I...understand now. Surely, most fairies aren't like that, though...right?" The question rings in the absolute silence...Nathan can barely stammer the next part. "I'm...sniffle...I'm so...so sorry for your losses, Ventus. You...you've experienced what I'm afraid of...and...sob...before I wrap this up, I think it's only fair that I tell you that I can empathize with that situation...partially. Yes, not sympathize. Empathize." Sob With great care, Nathan pulls the dull Premier Ball out. "Remember...when I said I registered Ralts to the only pokeball I had? I wasn't even registered as a trainer until we met at Mallorn's lab. This pokeball...it's mine, but it wasn't always..." Nathan has to pause here. He's taking deep breaths, trying to not bust the dams open. "There's...only one...event that brings me more pain than the memories of the day I found Ralts a year ago. Three years ago...my father...he disappeared...without a trace...nobody was able to find out where he had gone, nor why he had left..." Another pause. The dam's close to breaking, but doesn't yet. He's visibly shaking again. "He was...once known as a spectacular trainer in this region. Even...got to face part of the Elite 4...he'd tell me stories about his travels among other tales...and the night before he vanished, he gave me a Premier Ball he'd never been able to bring himself to use. He'd always tell me...life was the most precious gift you could give and receive as an aspiring pokemon trainer, and even as a person in general. That every life...was worth something to someone...that a life was as precious as Premier Balls are among trainers and collectors alike. He never...intentionally inflicted fatal wounds on anyone he faced..." More sobbing. "I never had aspirations to be a trainer...I never desired to be a rancher, either...I still don't think I'd particularly excel at either role...and yet here I was, stuck between one of the region's most well known ponyta ranches...and a trainer who had almost made it to legendary fame that would forever be recorded in the history books...with a dreary old town with no other alternatives as the setting...I know all to well what Larry feels, standing in the shadows of those who came before you...my father was the person I was closest to, though, and for him to just vanish like that..." The dam breaks. Ralts is looking incredibly gloomy again. He'd heard this tale once or twice before, but it didn't make it any less sad. Combee is even looking a little depressed now. Nathan tries to pull himself together. "I'm..I'm sorry. I shouldn't be doing this right now. It's just...these memories...they're haunting...it's a ghost that will always be with me, no matter how well I hide it..." Nathan's head drops into his arms, and he just keeps sobbing. He's passed the breaking point, and it was going to be difficult to snap him out of it. He still had two more things to ask Ventus, and plans for stuff to do around town, but he wasn't thinking about any of it right now. (With a little prodding, Ventus might be able to snap Nathan out of it. Maybe. He'll have to choose his next words carefully.) RE: [Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole - PhantomUnderYourDesk - 05-18-2017 (05-18-2017, 05:07 PM)Iron Wrote: "Mt. Sentry plays host to all kinds of Patrat and Sentret. We could find a watchful one from there, surely. I think you're right that a Growlithe would make a great father! Should we evolve Eevee first? And yes, where would we get a Growlithe?" Where would we get a... who's native to Chreshire, Shiva or the Daycare owners? ... ... ... Winston... "Eh... I don't know, Growlithe are usually found alongside people, so looking for one near towns and cities might be an idea... Maybe I shall look out for one as I'll travel further? Alongside an Eevee itself? No secret that breeding with the same species is more likely to succeed and therefor bring more youngs... Given I'll be moving on with a little group to explore more of Chreshire after these three days..." Good point here, play it smart. Offer to come back to the Daycare, give them a reason not to forget about you. Leave an impression, show yourself to be good help, and you could even get a real apprenticeship here. At this point, the little Eevee has approached closer. It kept ia safe distance, but it was clearly visile that it was listening what these people there were talking about. "There's also no real 'need' to evolve the Eevee first, it's more important that it has reached maturity. If we" - yes, by that she means herself and Golda and Wir all together - "plan to mate lil' Eevee with a Growlithe, evolution into a Flareon might be worth considering." Fire Stones... Where would she get Fire Stones in Chresire? |