05-16-2018, 05:34 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-16-2018, 07:27 PM by PhantomUnderYourDesk.
Edit Reason: Keen Eye!
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Probably needless to even say in the slightest, Shiva was figuratively frozen solid by that loooong and unimpressed stare from Ventus that she found targeted at her when she met his gaze again.
...It caused her to loose a good amount of the previous joy and innocence that she enjoyed when interacting with that wild, curious Bergmite, and completely avert her gaze from the others in a rather hushed and timid manner. Guess the playfully-mischivous fairy with in her has taken things a tad bit too far now, having flown over a boundary she should definitely have seen on a Crit-Fairy Wind. All she was able to bring out now was a soft and low "Ven... I'm sorry. I, well, didn't mean it ill, in not the slightest way." Still she felt unmistakeably guilty, her conscience began to bit her again in lots and lots of tiny Bug Bites. Fear awoke as well - the fear of feeling so horribly lonely and empty once more just like yesterday night, after Ventus has practically escaped her after that discussion about his search for Shedninja, where the darkness and coldness hit her more intense as she was there on the nightwatch.
Still however, she herself...felt mostly fine in concerns of the coldness, not in the need to huddle up to the Fire Types now, she hasn't handled that mentioned that Never-Melt-Ice neither! She'd rather prefer to keep going, finding a proper campsite soon enough. What exact time may it be by now up on the surface, has the moon risen already?
The swiftly handing-over of the special black mud she accepted then from him without inquirering further. To some degree she's impressed AND sad that he'd set his reservations above the definite healing powers of the Hurtloam, for it shows nicely how strong his phobia and denial of anything arcane is. For now, Shiva does put the Frozen Hurtloam into a side pocket of her cloak, where it'll be kept warm by her natural body temperature and be close to her occupied six Pokeballs.
These...unspoken words almost caused her to flinch away massively, eeek! D: She took a protective stance and raised her arms in front of herself like a shield.
But behind it, shemostly returned his unimpressed look, even if in a way more shy and careful manner. Thoughts and unspoken words ran from one corner of her mind to the other: 'Y...yes, I've sent Furret back to Bill's PC, and I'm taking the consquences of this action rightfully! It's...either getting more cold from here or incredibly hot depending how deep we decend into the earth further, and it's not the best terrain for my dear Furret! I... I've already abstained from taking Braixen with me due to your reservations, and left an Eevee Egg in Bill's PC to have one worry less, so this one time I wanted to do what I enjoyed, without feeling restrained by you other people's input. Regardless whether I'll regret it... And, a STAB-Ice Type move! Disagree with it as much as you like, but please don't blame me for following solely my desire in this case, this one time."
(Outta-chara, Furret has fulfilled his purpose and gathered the missing XP to learn Helping Hand alongside the quest, and a Normal Type isn't the best choice in further wild Pokemon Battles against Guardians, even if Keen Eye Ability cleary speaks for him. Instead, I'd like to have Bergmite learn Icy Wind for 10xp as soon as possible, if it's disobediant also start working on it instead of postponing that, so that I can combine him with Alolan-Vulpix in Trainer Battles right away. My other five Pokemon on hand are clearly able to get along themselves, I'm not relying on a definite sixth Team Member. Does that...reason things sufficiently? ._. )
She calmed moderatly during this whole, unspoken assurance of herself and (for her) act of bravery, and lowered her guard to simply cast a tired and concealed unhappy look at the others of the group. Ven 'only' received a nod for his agreed help, she values it a lot despite she currently seems unable to show that. Her voice has become lower as well when she spoke up. "Thanks, dear... And, well, yes, I'd volunteer on taking the first nightwatch in order to properly get to know my new Pokemon-on-hand, if you others are fine with that, too." A little more quiet, she added "Yes, later then is fine as well. But....please not too late, I don't feel like I can...endure this lack of sunlight for much longer without becoming.... falling into... ah, you know. Artificial Vitamin D in pills can only do...so much."
What nice display of how swiftly and drastically Shiva's mood can change this whole regrouping was. Eventually, she turned away, slowly, but threw a look over her shoulder towards the others while readjusting her scarf. "Shall we... move on then? Please? Mr. Finder, which way will lead us further to our hoped destination from here?" She'll keep Yena and Dizzy flanking her sides further down the path again. Precious pure Dark Types...
...It caused her to loose a good amount of the previous joy and innocence that she enjoyed when interacting with that wild, curious Bergmite, and completely avert her gaze from the others in a rather hushed and timid manner. Guess the playfully-mischivous fairy with in her has taken things a tad bit too far now, having flown over a boundary she should definitely have seen on a Crit-Fairy Wind. All she was able to bring out now was a soft and low "Ven... I'm sorry. I, well, didn't mean it ill, in not the slightest way." Still she felt unmistakeably guilty, her conscience began to bit her again in lots and lots of tiny Bug Bites. Fear awoke as well - the fear of feeling so horribly lonely and empty once more just like yesterday night, after Ventus has practically escaped her after that discussion about his search for Shedninja, where the darkness and coldness hit her more intense as she was there on the nightwatch.
Still however, she herself...felt mostly fine in concerns of the coldness, not in the need to huddle up to the Fire Types now, she hasn't handled that mentioned that Never-Melt-Ice neither! She'd rather prefer to keep going, finding a proper campsite soon enough. What exact time may it be by now up on the surface, has the moon risen already?
The swiftly handing-over of the special black mud she accepted then from him without inquirering further. To some degree she's impressed AND sad that he'd set his reservations above the definite healing powers of the Hurtloam, for it shows nicely how strong his phobia and denial of anything arcane is. For now, Shiva does put the Frozen Hurtloam into a side pocket of her cloak, where it'll be kept warm by her natural body temperature and be close to her occupied six Pokeballs.
(05-16-2018, 02:39 PM)Lord Windos Wrote: When she asked for his aid to help moderate/restrain the behavior of the Bergmite she capture, he raised an unimpressed eyebrow at her that all but said 'You thought it a good idea to replace your Loyal and highly useful Furret that was selected specifically for this trip with an wild Pokémon that may or may not like you in the first place or have useful skills?' , before letting out a small *Sigh* and nodding his head.
"I will, Shiva. I prefer only one person take a night shift, though, as its more efficient and safer to do it for all of us that way. I'll take second shift if no one objects, and you can take the first. We can talk about whatever matter you wish to discuss in private at some other point in time, preferably when neither of us are stress or exhausted as we are now. Alright?"
These...unspoken words almost caused her to flinch away massively, eeek! D: She took a protective stance and raised her arms in front of herself like a shield.
But behind it, shemostly returned his unimpressed look, even if in a way more shy and careful manner. Thoughts and unspoken words ran from one corner of her mind to the other: 'Y...yes, I've sent Furret back to Bill's PC, and I'm taking the consquences of this action rightfully! It's...either getting more cold from here or incredibly hot depending how deep we decend into the earth further, and it's not the best terrain for my dear Furret! I... I've already abstained from taking Braixen with me due to your reservations, and left an Eevee Egg in Bill's PC to have one worry less, so this one time I wanted to do what I enjoyed, without feeling restrained by you other people's input. Regardless whether I'll regret it... And, a STAB-Ice Type move! Disagree with it as much as you like, but please don't blame me for following solely my desire in this case, this one time."
(Outta-chara, Furret has fulfilled his purpose and gathered the missing XP to learn Helping Hand alongside the quest, and a Normal Type isn't the best choice in further wild Pokemon Battles against Guardians, even if Keen Eye Ability cleary speaks for him. Instead, I'd like to have Bergmite learn Icy Wind for 10xp as soon as possible, if it's disobediant also start working on it instead of postponing that, so that I can combine him with Alolan-Vulpix in Trainer Battles right away. My other five Pokemon on hand are clearly able to get along themselves, I'm not relying on a definite sixth Team Member. Does that...reason things sufficiently? ._. )
She calmed moderatly during this whole, unspoken assurance of herself and (for her) act of bravery, and lowered her guard to simply cast a tired and concealed unhappy look at the others of the group. Ven 'only' received a nod for his agreed help, she values it a lot despite she currently seems unable to show that. Her voice has become lower as well when she spoke up. "Thanks, dear... And, well, yes, I'd volunteer on taking the first nightwatch in order to properly get to know my new Pokemon-on-hand, if you others are fine with that, too." A little more quiet, she added "Yes, later then is fine as well. But....please not too late, I don't feel like I can...endure this lack of sunlight for much longer without becoming.... falling into... ah, you know. Artificial Vitamin D in pills can only do...so much."
What nice display of how swiftly and drastically Shiva's mood can change this whole regrouping was. Eventually, she turned away, slowly, but threw a look over her shoulder towards the others while readjusting her scarf. "Shall we... move on then? Please? Mr. Finder, which way will lead us further to our hoped destination from here?" She'll keep Yena and Dizzy flanking her sides further down the path again. Precious pure Dark Types...
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