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Post by Akira Naozumi on Feb 6, 2012 15:14:17 GMT -5
Inside its raining [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][CS=2] | [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; width: 250px; background-color: #cce7f2; border: 5px solid #002436; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -3px; height: 365px; overflow: auto; -webkit-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px;]Without any further questions or words, despite the questions welling up within him, the boy followed his mirror along the streets, making notes of where he was going so he could find his way back when he decided it would be time to return.
Of course, he didn't expect the trail to end at an expensive looking, run down mansion. Was this area, at one point, the old upper class district? With the idea idly running through his head as he stared, Akira heard his mirror whine and looked down, seeing the fallen rocks and debris.
Humming, he walked closer, looking from his mirror and back to the boulders a couple times before nodding, "Alright... watch out." His voice was quiet as his eyes and hands began to glow, raising them, along with the boulders, one by one, to move them out of the way.
After a few moments, his deed done, he stood doubled over, panting from his efforts - the boulders were heavy after all. Glancing back up to his mirror, Akira asked in a tired voice, "I-Is that alright...?"
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[/td][td] CREDIT;; Ryuujin
TAGS;; Tama~
NOTES;; herp
[/td][/tr][/table][/style] It never lets up [/center]
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Post by Ω Tama Ω on Feb 7, 2012 12:40:21 GMT -5
WILD POKEMON APPEARED?!? [/style] ?? || ?? || ?? || ?? || ?? ?? || ?? || ?? || ??Ah, he new this person would be able to move these boulders. Waiting patiently at the side, Fakekira was only watching as the boy did the majority of the work while removing the boulders from the way. He wouldn’t be able to move them anyway. After Akira was done, he nodded and slinked in the entrance of the house, looking back once if the boy would follow or not. He didn’t have to do that now, if he didn’t want to.
Inside the house, there was a tall room, most probably a hall, before the house came to ruin. The stairs leading up the second floor were already shattered, so there was no way of going up there anymore. Boulders decorated the whole place, as if part of the floor above had given way not long ago. Fakekira headed toward the stairs though, and stopped next to it, looking at the two dark forms that were laying under it...
It was a Zoroark and a small Zorua. His mother and brother. Fakekira crouched down in front of the two and moved the medallion’s lace that he was still holding, around the neck of the Zoroark, gently raising her head then placing it back on the ground.
The pokemon weren’t moving.
Fakekira’s form slowly faded, his human mask falling off to give way to his real form.
A small pair of fox eyes were looking back at Akira from his place in front of the two pokemon corpses.
OOC: I will roll new encounter later before Fakekira joins.
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Post by Akira Naozumi on Feb 9, 2012 1:57:51 GMT -5
Inside its raining [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][CS=2] | [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; width: 250px; background-color: #cce7f2; border: 5px solid #002436; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -3px; height: 365px; overflow: auto; -webkit-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px;]Offering a small smile to his mirror as he was nodded at, Aki paused as the other continued, wondering if he should continue to follow or not. But as the other looked back at him once more, the boy bit his bottom lip and followed silently. The house was quiet, his footsteps echoing slightly, hands folded behind his back.
At one point, Akira assumed this area was a grand place, beautiful and highly sought by many... but now laid in ruins, something that made his mind twitch and a sigh fall from his lips, silver eyes turning back to the ground before his boots.
When the noises of the other walking before him stopped, Akira stopped as well, tearing his eyes from the floor to glance upward, taking note of the dark forms laying on the ground. With a painful mind he watched and understood... it was too clear for him - he knew, and he shared it.
This was his family. And his mother too, was deceased.
Looking down, he didn't see the pokemon transform yet again, nor as he looked back at him, instead, he whispered, "I'm sorry..."
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[/td][td] CREDIT;; Ryuujin
TAGS;; Tama~
NOTES;; herp
[/td][/tr][/table][/style] It never lets up [/center]
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Post by Ω Tama Ω on Feb 9, 2012 9:10:59 GMT -5
WILD ZORUA APPEARED! [/style] zorua || male || illusion || dark || level 9 scratch || leer || pursuit || fake tearsThe pokemon that was hiding behind the illusion of a Drowzee and Akira before, revealed its true form of Zorua. The little black fox was sitting in front of the peaceful bodies of his family members, staring back at Akira from his spot, his ears twitching once as he voiced his sympathy.
Zorua didn’t really understand certain things. Handing back the lost medallion to his mother allowed him to finally get back his real form, yes, but it still didn’t stop this weird feeling. He thought that once the medallion was back in place, he would be happy and mischievous again, but this sadness remained still, especially when he was looking at the bodies of his mother and brother. So he didn’t dare to look at them anymore.
"Zou...?" Instead, he was just watching the human with interest, hoping that looking at him might break this weird remains of a curse. Which, he didn’t know, was not actually a curse...
His ears twitched again, and he glanced up at the ceiling. He heard something on the second floor. But what could be messing around on that floor, when the stairs leading there were broken? He understood it as soon as he saw a weird blue light appearing on the top of the stairs.
WILD LITWICK APPEARED! [/style] litwick || female || shadow tag || ghost/fire || level 9 ember || astonish || minimize || smog || fire spinShe hadn’t been in this mansion before. Even though it was already a ruin, it was really fitting for her kind, and she loved it. Sometimes, she jumped on the old chandelier that was half-hanging from the ceiling, rusting from the base, but still hanging on. She was usually sleeping there, playing a candle and waiting for people to come by so she can scare them. But no one ever came, and she started wondering why.
She was rummaging around the place, bumping into selves and wardrobes to kick books, old moldy clothes and hats off to the ground. Nope, nothing interesting was there. She settled back on her little chandelier, but even that gave way under the movement she caused and fell to the second floor’s carpet with a great crash. She was just watching it at first, but after that, she giggled. Oh, it gave such a nice crashing sound! Like a wind chime, only way louder!
But now she had to search for another lamp to sleep on, until she could find someone to scare.
She made her way to the stairs leading down to the hall, her flame lighting the dark building up eerily, when she spotted the two person downstairs. Finally! Someone was here!
"Twiii!" She almost chirped in a weird, ethereal voice from her place on top of the stairs. If they wanted to flee, she would make sure to tag them like a shadow. They can’t leave until she had her fun!
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Post by Akira Naozumi on Feb 16, 2012 14:32:10 GMT -5
Inside its raining [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][CS=2] | [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; width: 250px; background-color: #cce7f2; border: 5px solid #002436; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -3px; height: 365px; overflow: auto; -webkit-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px;]He could feel the sadness radiating off of the tiny pokemon all too well... and he understood his pain, even though the Zorua didn't. And with the medallion placed around the Zoroark's neck, he knew what happened. That drowzee... the one who tried to kill him... he killed this Zorua's family. Looking down a little more, akira moved to crouch, bringing him closer to the Zorua as he outstretched a hand for the tiny black fox.
"I've... lost my mother too.." He began, looking to console the pokemon with soft words. "It's not easy, at first... but it gets easier... especially if you have friends to help."
He had an idea of what he was going to do... but he wasn't sure if the other would accept it or not. "You ca-..."
His words were cut off as the Litwick's voice rang through the hall as the Zorua glanced up at it. He felt trouble radiating from it... a trickster perhaps? Either way... he knew this couldn't end up well.
Akira made no motion to move or act toward the fire type... instead, he watched it, observing... trying to figure out just what was going to happen next.
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[/td][td] CREDIT;; Ryuujin
TAGS;; Tama~
NOTES;; herp
[/td][/tr][/table][/style] It never lets up [/center]
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Post by Ω Tama Ω on Feb 18, 2012 14:08:03 GMT -5
WILD ZORUA APPEARED! [/style] zorua || male || illusion || dark || level 9 scratch || leer || pursuit || fake tearsZorua was watching the human curiously, also eyeing the outstretched hand extended toward him. He stepped closer without a second doubt, but didn’t sniff at the hand to identify its owner. He saw enough of the boy already to have some little idea of what kinda person he was, and he certainly didn’t mind his presence at all. Instead of leaning close to the hand, he places both of his for-paws in it, perching up to look at the human’s face closer. Zorua wasn’t all that bothered by personal space, nor was he shy and timid with strangers, he was checking the boy out without any embarrassment.
It gets easier? Zorua wanted it to get easier, and preferably for this uncomfortable feeling to go away too. He didn’t really have friends though, he only had his family in this area, as his kind was a trickster usually not making many friends around...
He was waiting for the human to finish his sentence, but the Litwick interrupted them pretty rudely – not that Zorua could say anything about being rude himself. He edged closer to Akira in case the ghost pokemon was about to attack, since two were always stronger than one, and he had a feeling the previous fight was still slowing the human down a bit. Admittedly, he was worried, since that Drowzee wasn’t an easy foe emotionally. He knew it well. And maybe he was sympathizing with the human as well. In reaction to the Litwick’s attack, Zorua Leered at the candle pokemon, preparing to attack her next time. He looked back at the human in case he had any strategy against the opponent.
WILD LITWICK APPEARED! [/style] litwick || female || shadow tag || ghost/fire || level 9 ember || astonish || minimize || smog || fire spinOh, it was so long ago that she saw people around the Abandoned Sector. The buildings were usually so boring that she didn’t know what to do to herself while waiting for an opportunity to play with others, but not even pokemon were around that often. The small Zoroark-family also just entered here for a short moment, and she did recognize the small Zorua as one of the babies from that trio. However, she didn’t know what happened to them, and from her place on top of the broken steps, she couldn’t see the two corpses. She thought the Zorua was just playing around without his mommy and brother this time.
So she decided to play too.
The flame on her head glowed with a stronger light as she released Fire Spin to circle around the human and the Zorua, making sure they wouldn’t flee even if they wanted to. Though, if they found a way, Litwick could still tag after them, never letting go. The small flame-balls around her opponents were occasionally reaching out to inflict damage, but her main goal wasn’t to weaken them.
She looked around and picked up some small rocks around her, probably the remains of a nearby wall, to throw them at the two standing under her. She didn’t really want to harm them, but she was aiming to hit them still. Flying rock, flying rock, who know who it will hit!
OOC: Zorua will take orders in case Akira tells him to use an attack. =3
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Post by Akira Naozumi on Mar 14, 2012 8:05:16 GMT -5
Inside its raining [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][CS=2] | [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; width: 250px; background-color: #cce7f2; border: 5px solid #002436; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -3px; height: 365px; overflow: auto; -webkit-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px;]Admittedly.. Akira hadn't been expecting the pokemon to place both of his fore-paws in his hand, and his eyes widened slightly as he did so - but he didn't let that stop a smile from touching his lips, directed toward the fox. He didn't want to leave the little one here alone, especially not with what he knew, now, had happened. But he wasn't sure that the Zorua would accept...
But idle thoughts would have to wait as the Litwick appeared, interrupting what he had hoped to be a turn around for the Zorua. Releasing a soft groan, Akira stood slowly, unsure that he wanted another fight so soon... but he didn't realize the ghost type was trying to be playful, especially not after the fire spin encircled them, causing the boy to shy away from the flames out of instinct, hissing as he felt their warm touch now and then.
Gritting his teeth, the silver-haired teen glared up at the Litwick as she gathered stones, tossing them at him and Zorua. Narrowing his eyes, silver glowing lightly, he raised a hand and stopped the rocks in mid-air with a psychic attack, his outstretched hand trembling ever so slightly from his efforts - still drained from his near death experience. Without a second thought, he flicked his wrist and sent the rocks flying back, swallowing roughly, "What's the big idea?" He called up to the ghost, "That's not funny, throwing rocks!"
Silver eyes met blue as Akira and Zorua looked at each other, his mind reeling for ideas on what to do... yet only turning up blank. "Any ideas...?" He didn't want to fight, he was too tired... but he wouldn't sit around and let either of them be beaten either. "Fight or see what's going on...?" Of course... it's possible the Litwick could have some say in that as well.
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[/td][td] CREDIT;; Ryuujin
TAGS;; Tama~
NOTES;; herp, fail post is fail.
[/td][/tr][/table][/style] It never lets up [/center]
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Post by Ω Tama Ω on Mar 23, 2012 14:04:36 GMT -5
WILD ZORUA APPEARED! [/style] zorua || male || illusion || dark || level 9 scratch || leer || pursuit || fake tearsZorua glanced at the fireballs spinning around them, hissing at the heat coming closer and closer, clearly annoyed by the feeling of being trapped by this attack. "Zou, zou..." He felt threatened, and he didn’t like it. He was watching the human throwing the rocks back with his mind powers, and Zorua was also ready to launch an attack at the Litwick, if only she would just come down from her spot...
He looked up at the silver-eyed boy, also wondering what to do, when he heard the Litwick’s cry. He was blinking, confused now, looking up at Akira and then back at the Litwick. What was the big deal? What was she doing now? He figured not attacking would be best for now.
WILD LITWICK APPEARED! [/style] litwick || female || shadow tag || ghost/fire || level 9 ember || astonish || minimize || smog || fire spinThese two seemed to be fun enough, so Litwich was determined not to let them go until they played a bit. This place was usually too boring, so she needed something to pass time with, and that something right now was happened to be the human and the little dark type. However, when she threw those rocks, she didn’t expect them to be sent right back, and two of them even hit her right on the head... and caused her to fall down from the top of the broken steps, landing on the stone floor with a thud.
Supporting her small weight with her short little hands, she pushed herself up, but the fall and the embarrassment got the better of her. She was hurt now, and she was so ashamed of her failure that she couldn’t help but cry, little ghost tears falling from her glowing eyes. Her voice was even sobbing. "Li... li... lit..." That is, until she broke down and cried out with a loud scream, yelling with small sobs in the mean time. She was hurt, and these people didn’t want to play with her. It was sad, and she ended up crying.
She was just a little selfish brat who wanted other to pay attention to her, and as soon as she was rejected that way, she did the only thing she could – cry.
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Post by Akira Naozumi on Jun 24, 2012 6:13:40 GMT -5
Inside its raining [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][CS=2] | [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; width: 250px; background-color: #cce7f2; border: 5px solid #002436; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -3px; height: 365px; overflow: auto; -webkit-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px;]The moment the Litwick backed off, Akira dropped his arm, wincing at the terrible sounds falling from the ghost. Shoulders fell back as the boy sighed, running a hand through silver locks, sparing a glance a the Zorua by his side - he wasn't good with comforting things really, but he of all people knew that he very well couldn't leave the pokemon in this state - attacking them or not.
Looking back up at the ghost, Akira stepped foward, examining the stairs. He knew it wouldn't be wise to try and climb them to get closer.... not that he exactly wanted to get closer, not quite trusting the mischievous pokemon as of yet. Biting his lower lip, he shook his head, defeated, I'm way too nice...
Shifting, he looked back to the Litwick, speaking with a clear voice, "Why now are you crying... you started the fight... isn't that what you wanted?" Of course, Akira hadn't thought much about it, generally, when one threw rocks at another, it wasn't a friendly or playful gesture... unless if you were a kindergarten boy, trying to proclaim your undying love to the girl who sat next to you in class... but this was far from that. Regardless, it made him think.
"Unless... if it's something else...?" His voice, softer this time, he turned to the side, looking at the floor, "If it's something else... why don't you come down here...?"
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[/td][td] CREDIT;; Ryuujin
TAGS;; Tama~
NOTES;; I forgot how shit my mod posts are |:
[/td][/tr][/table][/style] It never lets up [/center]
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Post by Ω Tama Ω on Jun 24, 2012 6:51:13 GMT -5
WILD ZORUA APPEARED! [/style] zorua || male || illusion || dark || level 9 scratch || leer || pursuit || fake tearsZorua had no idea what the Litwick was doing or why on earth she was actually crying from and injury such as a rock being thrown at her. Confused, he stared up at Akira to see what he would do, as if asking “Now what?” from the gijinka. Without anything better to do, he followed after him as he approached the stairs, wondering if that would make the Litwick stop her cries or come down at all.
He didn’t understand the cry-baby, or why she would do that, so he was no help in trying to figure out what her problem was, but at least he would just stay there. He didn’t remember there being a Litwick in this house before, or at least he never met her... seeing that she was upstairs, she probably never came down. Or there was no reason for her to come down before...?
WILD LITWICK APPEARED! [/style] litwick || female || shadow tag || ghost/fire || level 9 ember || astonish || minimize || smog || fire spinShe couldn’t just stop crying that easily. She was upset and embarrassed now, her play interrupted and her fun being thrown back at her. It hurt, it really hurt, and now she won’t be able to show herself to new guests for a few days out of fear of another embarrassing situation. Call it a weird kind of shyness, but such straightforward rejection made her clam up and want to hide away from the world for days.
The Fire Spin stopped, not trapping the others in anymore. She was still sobbing as the gijinka started talking to her. She shook her head – or more like, her whole body, since she was a head in itself – and her sobbing got more violent again. It was a game! She just wanted to play! Why does everyone think it’s a fight? It was obviously a game! Her way of interpreting pokemon battles as games was quite weird, but maybe that was how she stayed alive until now. If you can consider a ghost to be alive.
She shook her head again, rejecting the offer to come down to the pair. She was looking as if she was still vary of them, expecting a sneak attack herself after she saw the gijinka could throw rock at her without actually touching them. She stopped crying now, only letting out a few more sobs while eying Akira. They were scary because they attacked her. She was embarrassed, because she was rejected. But on the other hand, she still wanted to play...
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Post by Akira Naozumi on Jun 24, 2012 7:10:18 GMT -5
Inside its raining [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][CS=2] | [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; width: 250px; background-color: #cce7f2; border: 5px solid #002436; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -3px; height: 365px; overflow: auto; -webkit-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px;]Akira knew he was no good at comforting anyone... or anything, and this had turned out to be no exception. He had empathy, sure... but it did him no good what so ever when he was exhausted or had a clouded mind with his own emotions. He was, admittedly, pleased as the firespin fell, falling into a more relaxed posture now that the constant threat of burns wasn't encircling them, but his mind, on the other hand, was as pensive as ever. With her wails continuing, his attempts now null and void, Akira looked down to the Zorua, his lips thinning as he shook his head.
It wasn't something Akira liked to admit, being at a loss for words or ideas... but he truely didn't know what to do in this situation. He tried what he could think of but now... now he was simply at a loss.
Turning back to the Litwick, he knew not what to do but to try once more before letting it be. "Listen... it's okay, there's no need to cry..." As foolish as it may seem, Akira's mind raced for memories of mothers comforting their children when they cried at the cafe he was employed at... their words and actions usually helped. Even though at the time he couldn't perform actions... he could certainly try words. "... Come on down, no more fights, okay? We won't hurt you..."
Not that he thought it would do much good, he was far from a caring mother... and the exhaustion was slowly getting to his mind, his eyes falling to the floor once more as he whispered, "I didn't mean to hit you with it..." In all honesty, he didn't... he just didn't want either him nor the Zorua to get pelted.
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[/td][td] CREDIT;; Ryuujin
TAGS;; Tama~
NOTES;; meh
[/td][/tr][/table][/style] It never lets up [/center]
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Post by Ω Tama Ω on Jul 4, 2012 3:37:33 GMT -5
WILD ZORUA APPEARED! [/style] zorua || male || illusion || dark || level 9 scratch || leer || pursuit || fake tearsZorua was getting impatient. It’s true that the Litwick probably had some reason to cry, but he didn’t understand what it was, and it probably wasn’t big enough to cry about. He couldn’t even cry when his family died, so why was the Litwick crying when she was barely hurt? She was a ghost, so a few pebbles were probably as painful as mosquito bites.
Getting enough of the crybaby, Zorua growled beside Akira and as soon as the ghost type got low enough, he noticed that she was already ready to make a run for it and trick them into following her somewhere else. He wouldn’t let it happen, so when the candle pokemon turned to get away, he was ready to use Pursuit and tackle the ghost type right there.
WILD LITWICK APPEARED! [/style] litwick || female || shadow tag || ghost/fire || level 9 ember || astonish || minimize || smog || fire spinShe was still sobbing a little, ghostly tears falling from her eyes while debating going down to the pair. She wanted to play still, but she wasn’t sure these guys would want to play with her. But she could still trick them, since they were already too involved with her. Maybe she could lead them away somewhere and lock them in a room, or anything the likes. Maybe later they would be willing to play with her, when they notice the mistakes they made.
Deciding in this to be the right choice, Litwick floated down slowly to the level of the boy’s face, though she was still far enough to be out of reach. Without stopping though, she turned around to slip into the room behind the broken steps, but she didn’t get far. The Zorua’s Pursuit hit her clean, and she fell on the ground with a really soft thud. She didn’t faint yet, but the attack was not only super effective on her, it was doubled for the fact she tried to escape the two. She was laying on her face, unmoving and quiet now, barely conscious but still trying to move to at least roll on her back. Which, she couldn’t manage with her short arms.
LITWICK CAN’T FIGHT ANYMORE LITWICK MIGHT BE CAPTURED
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