Species-Flowering POkemon Gender- Female Type- Grass Level- 9 Ability- Regenerator (The pokemon has a little of its hp restored when withdrawn from battle)
Species-Sewing pokemon Gender- Male Type- Bug/Grass Level- 8 Ability- Chlorophyll During harsh sunlight, the Speed stat of Pokémon with this Ability is doubled.
Tristan, gave a sly smirk which he covered through a quick peruse of his Pokedex. Taking delight in both Ramos motivational words and Lois's Displeasure though the sturdy portion left him wondering.
" Y-Yes! Don't expect your elderly age to have me hold back!" The silver-haired teen responded in kind; trying to follow the family no sympathy for losers and to a Glory, everyone were losers.
Then Ramos revealed their first mon and with it the chime of his Pokedex relaying it to be a gogoat." Ah-hah! A plant type just as I-" Tristan was about to exclaim smugly his solving accomplishment, that is until he took notice of the the glowing green petals on the grass goat.
What followed was a rapid string of quick that had Tristan shouting-
Glowing petals." What? "
Pokedex chiming with mention of field effect." What?!"
Flower power! The garden's terrain has activated Skiddo's Grassy Pelt. Its defense stat has increased by 50%." WHAT?!"
Flabbergasted at the unexpected train of mechanics wholly new to the rookie trainer. This left him thrown off briefly, needing pinch his cheek." I'll worry about it later!" Growled out the teen, who while annoyed had that sly smirk come back as he thought about what this so called field effect does.
With that, Tristan tossed his pokeball; a click and flash of red light as Angel popped out with a cheery melodic tune ending with a cutely posed wink. The newly acquired grass type would look at the gogoat with a somewhat curious and confused expression then back to her trainer." Apologies, Angel. I'll do proper introductions after this, but for now we battle."
Still a bit confused, but with a chirpy hum she bounced forward with a elated sing songy cry.
Equipment: White Haori, Gauravian luck charm bracelet, Steel Chain Shirt of Deflection (3 uses per day), Disguise ring
Gaurav
The chill air of the night had worsened; attempts to soothe the icy sister's thorny mood served only to further them instead.
For as Menzai stood there, a solitude and quiet figure with only the faint glow of deep-sea blue eyes with the dull fierceness of red specks illuminating his face beneath the moon's glow. Save for the gentle flapping of his armless sleeve, billowing in the breeze; drifting along a chilly breeze and unpleasant remarks from the fairy siblings.
The shadow loomed tall; soon sensing Viola's Harsh stare and instead of avoiding the cold gaze, Menzai returned with a strong gaze of his own.
*note this is Menzai’s mentalscape*
Viola would see nothing at first as the wolf gave nothing of himself away unless he deemed to. Then the red slivers seemed to twitch; almost appearing to burn like tiny embers only to immediately be followed by darkness. All around, Viola only saw the vast expanse of darkness.
The motion of ripples beneath her feet reveals the ground to be emptiness rippling like ink on a mirror-like surface. All the time, a low thrumming growling much like a warning growl could be heard like an unpleasant tickle against the back of her neck. It was almost as if a figure stood breathing right behind her, only to turn to find nothing.
A lone child-like giggle broke the unsettling sensation as a young Phia seemed to materialize from the inky sea. Following in her wake, the inky black expanse gave way to life. Flowers and plants of all assortments sprouted from the ground with butterflies and birds flying about.
Within seconds, the landscape had changed completely with the two moons glowing dazzlingly bright in place of the sun, more so than normal and seeming to be much closer. Upon feeling its rays, a familiar warmth that left Viola almost feeling as if being hugged by her sister. But, as expected any attempts to call out or get her attention failed. Not much longer, it would become apparent the child like Phia was running towards something...no, someone.
A delighted glee filled bit of laughter rang from Phia as she jumped onto what seemed like a huge ball of fur. A stir and a low growl of annoyance; slowly shifting from slumber, the once pile of fur rose until a feral wolf twice that of a direwolf sat, graceful in its form with black and white fur split directly in the middle in a vertical pattern. This left the wolf appearing as if a mass of shadows on its left and warm glow of light on its right.
Most striking were the eyes, but unlike Menzai were inverted as two pools of blood-red eyes glowed with subdued ferocity with a gentle twinkle from the slivers of rich deep blue glittering stars swimming in crimson.
The beast remained unmoving; fur shimmering like silk, his body resting comfortably around Phia in a protective manner, leaving the giddy child free to play.
For a brief time, all was well, until the wolf picked up the scent of blood coming from the unknown visitor. Then thorns would start forming and breaking through Viola's skin and from it the air would take on an almost reddish hue as if a bloody mist filter had encroached the feel.
All the pleasant sounds of nature and Phia's giggling faded. A harsh rush of wind pushed Viola leaving her disoriented momentarily, her vision returning shortly after only to see the wolf standing right before her staring down at her with cold bloody eyes seeming to darken and drip from the sockets as bloody thorns could be seen sprouting out from the ground beneath her feet.
The low, rumbling growling from before returned as the wolf rankled his maw revealing rows of pearly fangs that would suddenly snap open.
A loud, ear piercing shriek at loud, shattering volume. A horrifying shrill scream enveloped her; surrounded not by the horrors of a wolf howling, but of despair...of pain. It neither sounded like a beast or a male, but closer to that of a despairing woman.
All around this scream reverberated and rebounded to deafening volumes, going until the point she might feel as if her head would split, then just like that it was over.
An exchange that appeared to last ages, but only an instance passed. What was allowed was given and what to make of it would be left to her.
Menzai gave no indication the exchange had occurred at all as his eyes closed. Quietly, the wolf pondered to himself on how to proceed from here.
Having received their questions and listened to the comments shared as well, all made the situation clear. These two were focused on getting their family back together; so much so that in their haste they failed to see the unknown dangers likely seeking out members of their family as well. And to his dismay, misunderstandings have formed; if left alone then future conflict were sure to happen.
Viola in particular was an unknown issue. The woman's troubles clung to her much like the thorns adorning her body.
He understood why they were upset and worried; eager to have their sister back and he wanted nothing more than to make their reunion an happy occasion and instead he could only offer them disappointment.
Some of his own frustrations regarding Phia’s loss of memories tried to bubble forth, made worse by the estranged sister’s question or more specifically the cold manner she requested. This left him with much to say with choice words of his own, but doing so would only serve to worsen this already formed rift.
For both Phia’s and the group’s sake, he had to ensure these two joined them. And with a slow, reluctant exhale, followed by a gentle breeze, a comforting brush against skin.
Though, as the two would soon come to learn; Menzai while gentlemanly had a fierce bite just as much.
Stepping forward once more, closer within three steps from the siblings, ready to speak, his gaze shifting between the two briefly.” Very well then. As our guests have made things apparent and my attempts to spare the two of you disappointment after a difficult and tiring journey.” He spoke in the calm tone prior, a hint agitation.
“ But, unfortunately, I know no more than either of you when it comes to her memories or to be precise, the method in how she lost them which should explain my caution.” Pausing briefly to check their reactions.” Please, understand that your sister came to us with her memories already lost and only two were allowed to meet this..unknown envoy that brought her.” His voice took on a mixture of curiosity and frustration as he spoke of this part.” Any misunderstandings born of my status or position, allow me to clear up for I am no keeper of her memories nor her life.”
Menzai then moved till he stood close to Viola, there he merely stood peering at the dark fairy. Silently studying the features of her face, taking note of the faint, but familiar traits, the unmistakable and undeniable proof that these two truly were her family. His usual stern expression softened as he delicately reached his right hand forward.
Leaning in close, his clawed fingers gently brushed along the thorns and vines in admiration.” Such breathtaking beauty. And a lovely plant specimen as well… sharing a love of plants.” An almost amused huff escaped him as he whispered his admiration, inspecting the blood seeped plant a moment longer, turning his attention back to Viola.” As for your request, Lady Viola, unfortunately it is not one I can satisfy for neither I nor any in this village aim to keep or hold her hostage as you have eloquently hinted. She is and has always been free to do as she wishes, while we endeavored to give her nothing but our kinship.” Speaking calmly yet again though only perceptible to Viola was a clear hint of coldness directed explicitly at her.” Something of which we would like to share with you as well, if possible.” Added the wolf, slightly frowning.
Leaning in closer, where as he did so, his hand gently gripped the vine, this time to whisper into her ear instead of himself.” Blood Ties or no, she is family. Whether you accept it or not matters not to me, but…dare to disregard my tribe's love for Phia around my mother…” Trailing off to let the silence linger, the grip of his hand gently squeezing all the while as his harsh, but controlled words brushed her pointed ear until thorns broke skin.
After a few seconds, his hand released revealing pinpricks of blood spilling down his palm.” Apologies for encroaching so closely. I hope this offering will satisfy any discomfort I may have caused.” Drawing his hand back; pausing to peer at his crimson stained palm and flex his fingers.” If not, then feel free to make a request at a future time, whenever convenient for you.”
Finished with his brief personal exchange, his hand closed after a few more testing flexes. Whether this request was given genuinely or out of spite, this he would keep.
Pulling his face away from the fairy.” And to you, Sir Cyrus, no I would not interfere.” He kept his gaze with Viola as he answered the brother matter of factly.” On the condition there is no sign of danger or risk to her life, that is.” His head turned to Cyrus' direction while further explaining.” Nor do I have any desire to keep her from you, I desire the opposite, if my words had not already hinted so.” His usual calm response with a curt bite at the edge in regards to the brother’s comment towards their “deal”.
Turning to step away from Viola giving her space, talking as he went.” However, both of you have made accusations towards me and my tribe, intended or no, so let me be clear to ensure no further misunderstandings.”
Stopping in place and turning his head to peer over his shoulder at the two.” I am merely a brother to Phia, and I, much like the entirety of my village, wants nothing but her happiness. With that said, my goal aligns with yours.” And in more ways than the siblings might expect.
Pausing here to take a moment to himself; turning his head away with his back to them.” To see her living blissfully, unaware. It both saddens and frustrates me to a maddening degree…” Whispering his own grievances with this whole situation.
Here he turned to face them once more.” But, while I lack the answers regarding her memories. I do, however, know the ones that do have answers. And I, now carrying the guardian title, affords me the capabilities to request what they know and I would have both of you with me.”
This time, Menzai could not help but let out a small chuckle to himself.* The timing of their arrival…*Trailing off to peer up at the two moons shining brilliantly.* A most fortuitous blessing….* Thought the stoic wolf.
Species-Flowering POkemon Gender- Female Type- Grass Level- 9 Ability- Regenerator (The pokemon has a little of its hp restored when withdrawn from battle)
Species-Sewing pokemon Gender- Male Type- Bug/Grass Level- 8 Ability- Chlorophyll During harsh sunlight, the Speed stat of Pokémon with this Ability is doubled.
This was not exactly the kind of end result he was hoping for, though Tristan figured that he simply had not adjusted to how trainers handled everything. Which, as expected results in a battle. Not that he was annoyed; especially not after seeing Lois inconvenienced and he would hardly be lying if he didn't enjoy the gentleman's annyed expression.
The relief on the staffs face was a nice little bonus. Pleased to see he was able to give the workers the much needed and long overdue break. Just for them, the silver-haired teen saw no reason to rush this battle.
Plus, this would give him the opportunity to have his first proper match. The unpleasant memories of how his battles have been so far were less than....a pleasing start even for a rookie. But, Tristan has changed since yesterday.
For he did the one thing he dared never thought possible...study.
With his recent acquiring of types and match-ups and after some thinking with obvious clues all around him and considering his location. As even to Tristan, the type this ex-gym leader, Ramos likely specialized in was grass or bug, possibly a mix but mainly grass. As luck would have it, he already had two mons perfect for this.
"Okay, Tristan. Since this is just a test, this will be a three versus three battle. Don't worry, I'm going to only use a few sprouts that I brought along. Are you ready?"
" Ah, yes! Uno momento, good sir!" He exclaimed with a bit of flair and flash of a dazzling smile, his luxurious hair waving like silver silk. Taking out his pokedex, where he would look over his current team as he took a typical thinking pose.
He was unsure how to go with the third pokemon with his current line-up, as he pondered over which one might work best. It did not help he was going off guesswork on what Ramos actually might use and find himself in another situation with Freya. A most unpleasant expression upon being reminded of the memory.
The option to ask could be there, but he felt it might have cheapened his first battle with a gym leader..albeit an retired one. Still, Tristan wanted to experience a real battle and after a quick internal check of his plans." Alright, Sir Ramos." Moving into battle position with pokeball in hand." I challenge you to a duel wait, that doesn't sound right. Battle!...er something like that?" Hoping his quick correction there helped.
Tristan found himself a bit thrown off, fretting over how he messed up his first challenge intro and...crap, the hair flip! How could he have forgot the frick-
To spare us a mental breakdown....
"Gah! Darn it all! It's a work in progress, let's just battle!" Exclaimed Tristan, face red and fuming; embarrassed, but the silver-haired teen is fired up!
Species-Flowering POkemon Gender- Female Type- Grass Level- 9 Ability- Regenerator (The pokemon has a little of its hp restored when withdrawn from battle)
Species-Sewing pokemon Gender- Male Type- Bug/Grass Level- 8 Ability- Chlorophyll During harsh sunlight, the Speed stat of Pokémon with this Ability is doubled.
Tristan was left at the mercy of the two gentlemen at this point and could do naught else but wait with a nervous gulp.
The elder gentleman, to his relief was kind and understanding. The most willing to hear him out, unlike the more stingy companion. Princess would let out a happy yip with a wave of her paw, the wagging of her tail clearly sign she enjoyed the patting." I... we appreciate the kind words. Mr. Ramos." The bit of recognition felt nice, boosting his morale.
Until he heard the way Lois correct him in a way that felt unabashedly petty making it go crashing into spiteful annoyance. The silver-haired teen gave the esteemed sir a 'this mofo serious?' face. An albeit, brief expression relaxing as it was best to simply move on.
Tristan would remember this. He would rue the day.
The compliment of being of import; at least helped softened his ire towards the man, if only a tad for a Glory's spite was unending. Not that things would get much better after hearing the way Lois was talking leaving his mood disheartened. Just when he was thinking to turn to leave to save himself and his team any further embarrassment.
"We'll do it," interjected Ramos.
" Wait, what?! Exclaimed the befuddled rich teen mirroring Lois's at the same time much to Tristan's Chagrin, save in a more surprised manner.
He simply remained silent; listening on as the two had their dispute, waiting to see what would become of this. His hope to uncover Lady Aria's mystery relit.
"Oh, come on Lois. It's not like we don't have a reason not to help him. Besides, I think we could find a solution that will satisfy both sides."
This brought a confident smile to Tristan's face for the first time this day.* Ah-hah! Looks like we might have pulled it off. Seems I got our access to the forest... and... hmph, meanwhile Faye probably off fumbling around in the woods.* Tristan snidly snickered to himself. Budding thoughts of bragging next they met popped into his head. This was just Tristan's little cherry on top. He really felt he needed a good win right now.
"Tristan, let's have a battle. I have something to ask, but I need to see if you are wheat or chaff."
A spiteful victory cutshort.* Ugh...should have known.* This left a sour hint to this still very feasible victory. Besides, only made sense to do battle, considering the fact all of this leads to a highly dangerous forest.
And, while annoyed; Tristan was actually grateful for this chance to battle an ex-gym leader. So far none of his trainer battles felt right or ended bitterly. This gave him the chance to hopefully give King their much, deserved redemption after failing him as the inexperienced trainer he is.
Plus, the knowledge of typing still fresh on his mind, Tristan found himself actually eager to try to strategize." An offer I graciously accept... as anything else at this point would be considered pointlessly." He accepted with an akward chuckle to finish.
Time: Evening Location: Damien Estate Interactions: Fritz @JJ Doe Charlotte @Princess Mentions: Olivia @Potter Attire: ???
The masked gentleman graciously bowed." Anything offered shall be greatly appreciated." He listened to anything Fritz was willing to tell him regarding the Damien family and other such matters that may be related. Some things he knew, but most of it new to him and with each tidbit the woefully put together puzzle regarding Calbert and Violet's death took on some discernable picture in his head though still lacked far too much.
All the while, his gaze would roam over the party trying to take notice of any recognizable faces; at times checking back on Charlotte, concerned, but nothing he could do but wait on that end. With the vile count doing his own thing, he left him be though would try to keep his location in the back of his mind.
His search had him discover the icy prince and honored queen. Two guests that certainly had him nervous; a part of him hesitant to continue with his plans, but for the group and Percy's stake... besides he already knew this whole thing was stupidly risky.
What made it even more frustrating was the peculiar lack of Violet. In fact, none of the Damien family besides Lord Calbert had announced themselves. Any chance of making things up with Crystal clearly not an option; worse yet, no way for any of them to try get the most crucial intel only she knew.
Irritating and very strange; from what he had read and taught, events hosted by big named families never wasted opportunities to wag their amazing family and wealth in everyone's faces.
After thinking on it a bit longer, taking into consideration the fact that, if Violet had indeed died and been brought back and her lack of presence. Mr. V's body tensed as the worse possibility came to his mind. And yet, that piece of shit Count is wasting his time trying to screw over two peasants.
Thankful to have the metal tray clutched in his right hand lest he found himself stalking straight over to Calbert and knock some of that deluded view out of him.
Mention of Olga's name was just the trick to help pull Mr. V from his dark and frustrating ruminations. Fritz's voice and words provided him the reprieve to calm down. A good thing he forbade the mistress touch of liquor or he may have lost himself. And with it a small smile to his lips; happy to hear Olga was doing well.
Then his companion shifted closer; a sign what he had to say next to more important and sensitive and acted in kind by leaning close, his full attention given this time.
“Do you see that striking couple over there? The gentleman wearing a weasel mask has been keeping a close eye on the Damiens for a few days now. His insights may better serve you.”
Turning his attention as guided to the couple mentioned, where he saw the weasel-mask wearing individual named Peter. Something about the guy seemed a bit off; at first, he figured the mask to blame, but...
Not that he could dwell on it long for he soon caught sight of the woman hanging onto his arm. The uncomfortable tingling turning into a rumble in his gut upon realizing who it was. Even beneath her multi-layered disguise, he recognized her easily now that his beloved booze mistress did not addle his thoughts.
His childhood friend looked absolutely stunning and elegant. While her being with this Peter did not sit well with him, he only wished she could be free to enjoy herself. How they all could have spent the night dancing away.
If only circumstances for this party had been of genuine fun. Alas.
Seeking her out would have to wait for the moment as he caught sight of Charlotte who was beginning to make her way to them. That on top of Fritz seemingly finishing up.
” “What else might you need from me?”
The question made him chuckle as the other favor he had in mind slipped away after the onslaught of information and concerns." First, of course I must give my thanks for all that you were willing to give." Another respectful bow as his or the staff's way of showing his thanks at least." As for the matter of request." This time it was his turn to lean in close.
" If possible, would you know where I could get ahold of a small pouch of gun powder?" His left hand gently resting on his shoulder having leaned to whisper it." I- " Opening his mouth as if to elaborate onto his request and with quite the big grin as if proud of the ideas he had in mind.
"Evening gentlemen. Having fun over here I hope?"
Upon hearing Charlotte greeting words, his relaxed postured straightened and he stepped back, but not before dusting off the shoulder he had been lightly leaning against." Ah! You grace us with your presence, Lady Charlotte!" Turning partially with a partial bow of his head in turn." Your timing has been proven most fortuitous for Sir Fritz had just finished regaling me with his *tales*." Slipping the tray now sporting slight bending under his arm to give Fritz brief little clap.
" Most compelling with much gleaned from it, that I can certainly attest." His little applause ended, he then stepped closer to Charlotte where he would check her over." But what of you, Lady Butterfly? That... little episode you recently demonstrated?" Mr. V asked still in his disguised manner, worry easily evident in his tone, however." Before anything, I must ask If the lady requires a drink or a seat, please let me know as it is our duty to keep all guests happy." It annoyed and bothered him having to talk in such an eloquent manner made only possible due to those blasted lessons.
The thought of Agatha's smug toad like face from taking pleasure in seeing him using her high society lessons made his skin crawl. He could not help but count down the seconds he could free him of this insulting ruse. Unfortunate for the others, this was their life, leaving him wishing a way to help them.
Equipment: White Haori, Gauravian luck charm bracelet, Steel Chain Shirt of Deflection (3 uses per day), Disguise ring
Gaurav
Both Viola's tone and words were strong and clear signs her mood were far from approachable. Listening, to his chagrin; from it learning much of the tortured fairy. He could almost hear the mixture of pain and frustration, but love still remained. The wolf, in his solitude could understand the jealousy wrought from unfair circumstances.
Such tragic fracturing of a once proud and beloved family. Separation. Suffering. All traits shared across each sibling present. Whether they be known or in ignorance.
After overhearing a brief portion of a conversation concerning such personal matters, did Menzai choose to reveal himself. Stepping forward, having decided lurking only served to insult the pair, though stopping a fait eight steps distance, giving them the space hoped best comfortable for them.
Saying nothing; his typical near blank face expression showing a calm, but serious determination. Ears perked, his demonstration that he would merely hear, not intrude. His previous actions ensuring none but the three standing in this field beneath the pristine twin moon glow, a shroud of secrecy.
Menzai listened as the two spoke on, Viola's hostile energy evident both in her words and the visual threatening of the blood seeped vines enshrouding her body, almost a protective blanket as much as vicious armor. They did much to help him picture the cruel solitude she must have endured.
By the end of Viola's portion of unloading how she felt and could not blame the jealousy she held towards Phia. Yet, while conflicted she still held to the good part of herself. But, as he knew he had no right to get involved nor did he intend to delve into either sibling's past. Though the best chance of helping her also heavily relied on helping Phia in the future.
With a watchful eye and somewhat softer approach was the best way to ensure the two joins the pack. For the pack's most potential and for Phia's happiness. With these always the principle two thoughts driving all of the wolf's actions and with what his previous mistake cost him now adding to his experience. Acting in haste both in action and words needed be handled with caution. And one with Viola's conflicted temperament pertaining importance on caution particularly.
Thankfully, Sir Cyrus proved more sound of mind who could understand her sister's pleas, conflicted amongst a myriad of thoughts behind them. Menzai would bow his head in return to the kind, greeting words. The brother likely experienced their own hardships though his capability to hide his trauma showed he would be easier to befriend.
“Noble wolf, you have my deepest gratitude for all you have done for our sister, Ophelia. You know who she is, the crest she wears even if she has forgotten where it came from. Our secrecy is an unfortunate necessity, our family name is dangerous to speak of; many wish us dead. Many have tried. I do not wish to continue hiding the truth from Phia but I believe you now know her better than we do, so I request your guidance. Do we tell Phia who we are, who she is, and possibly bring her pain? Or leave her in ignorance and spare her the pain of knowing what happened to her family?”
One of the two important questions he expected be asked came and from their end which had the wolf grateful. Better it had been asked from their part, the taut tension already bad enough.
Menzai remained silent; gazing at the two for a few seconds longer after the question was given, then his eyes that had surprisingly not blinked once if either had been paying attention. Even when his eyes stung; only now affording him this moment of clarity to think the best way to answer.
His eyes opened after a deliberate slow inhale; taking in the fresh breeze and whispering encouragement of the forest." Before I can give my answer, I wish to extend the many platitudes and apologies from Gaurav and from me." Bowing his head to the siblings each in turn." Had your timely intervention not occurred, the risk and possible harm that may have fallen my village could have been nothing but nightmares. The combined efforts of you all have instead, left no casualties. And Sir Ulysses will be punished for his wrongful treatment." Each word said with a calm and stern tone, that would briefly soften with his expression. Above all else, every word spoke was said with sincerity." I do ask to be a bit lenient. Considering the unfortunate timing surrounding the situation."
His posture would straighten up a bit more as he faced Viola before continuing." And I wish to ensure that all said and discussed here will not be shared by anyone. Please be assured that I have no intention of prying into your histories. Where you came from or what you have done prior to the village matters not to me. As long as no harm is brought to my village then I need nothing save but ask for two favors." Pausing as he held up two clawed fingers of his right hand as he stated this to let them take in his words.
" The first favor is also my answer. For, as frustrating and painful as these words will be...I must request keeping Phia's memory secret from her." The words came out almost strained. The mere thought of denying the sweet fairy left in forced ignorance angered him to no end, only the slight clenching of his fist and strained words the only signs he let slip.
But only for now.
" And my second request is if such a day something extreme occurs that, in the end, be left to Phia to decide if she wishes to regain her memories." The wolf quieted down, doing so as he was uncertain of how the two would react to his requests.
The older brother had his reasons and wanted to let it be clear he had no intention of letting whatever or whoever took away an innocent child's memories be a kept secret from him.
After giving the siblings take in what he said he would cut in." I know these requests are not easy, certainly said through heavy heart. Of which, for Phia's safety I must refrain from elaborating among personal reasons. Having said this, allow me to answer some questions to help soothe the unpleasant moods."
His ear flicked in the direction of the house; catching sound of Phia shifting in her sleep; concerned she might wake with his absence and the exhaustion still heavy in his body." And while I know there are many questions between us. However, since neither party has built up proper trust at this moment. Not to mention the long day we have had, the healing while helped still leaves me greatly tired."
A small nod of the head, a tired sigh." Allow me to answer any two questions you may have in the hopes to satisfy everyone for the night? Two may not seem like much, but one thing to understand about demi-wolves and us Gaurav, especially so is that we always approach things honestly. Whether said or kept, we do not delve nor ask, but when offered we listen and requested aid. And we do so without personal bias or greed. Cautious at first just as you are towards us, but once friendship is made, whatever we have we give."
Observing the two the entire time he spoke and explained; curious of what they thought, how they felt and more." However, it is up to my discretion whether I choose to answer or not, but as I said we are honest. So, whether Sir Cyrus and Lady Viola wishes to ask a question each or ask both, that I leave up to you."
Holding up his pointer finger indicating he had something important to say." I advise taking great consideration in the questions you ask." His words hinting more meaning behind his advice." I shall await here long as needed." Quietly, the wolf stepped away, this time leaving them their actual privacy to discuss. When ready they need merely signal or whistle.
Equipment: White Haori, Gauravian luck charm bracelet, Steel Chain Shirt of Deflection (3 uses per day), Disguise ring
Gaurav
Prior to the lone wolf's approach towards the family household, he had since parted ways with Ulysses upon reaching the village's edge. The burly wolf giving a friendly farewell and his blessings to Lady Annabelle. A blessing given with a multitude of meaning behind it; none pleasant, reminding him all the more of his mother and how much he dreaded her reaction. The heinous thought sat at the back of his mind; a tiny speck burning furiously.
Menzai appreciated his old mentor’s kind words though they only served fuel to the turmoil roiling like an endless storm at the pit of his stomach. Inwardly, his mind had been a nonstop whirlwind of thoughts of the group, what happened, how to proceed and more up until the moment Ulysses placed him down.
Almost as if the comfort of the earth beneath his feet was able to sooth him. His mind cleared; finally becoming calm, but that speck still seethed and sparked, almost cackling.
“ Thank you, Sir Ulysses. We can only be thankful that no harm befell the village. And will be certain to give your blessings.” Responded the tired wolf, grateful nevertheless.
A snorting huff from the huge wolf, a dismissive wave of the hand.” Enough with the platitudes. Get on with ya. Not like either of us are gonna have an easy night.” The man rubbed at his beard slightly soaked in booze with a half amused and half nervous chuckle.” You take it easy..er while you can.” Rubbing the back of his head before giving Menzai his usual pat on the shoulder.
A usual gesture that would normally not faze the wolf unintentionally pushed Menzai down to his knee.
“ Agh! Bloody moon sake! I di-.. It slipped my mind!” He quickly scrambled to help Menzai back up.
Menzai raised his right hand in a hold-off motion and after affording himself a few seconds to reorient himself, got himself back up to his feet.” There is no need for apologies. In fact, I am thankful for it.” A small bow of the head.” Till next we meet, my old friend.”
Without another word, he turned to depart, making his way into the village leaving the bewildered Ulysses to his reporting task. Rolling the shoulder that had been patted as he went.* That shock was just what I needed to discern how much my body’s center of gravity was disrupted.* From there, the solution was easy, but for the time being he would need to keep his motions simple. Merely even walking did much to help; unfortunate his body was so exhausted which would delay, however. He desired to rest, but still had far much to do.
With the knowledge that the group was in Phia’s hand gave him a small bit of relief. Leaving them in her care, Menzai spent some time checking in on the village folks. Doing so to both ensure them the threat had been dealt with and to comfort them regarding the visitors.
Upon doing so, he came to hear of how Phia and the brothers had comforted them earlier. Pleasing news it was to hear for Menzai.
He explained and assured them they were friendly and the matter of the blood was to do with a special plant. Seeing the villagers relieved and satisfied faces as they gave their blessings and love did much to comfort and rejuvenate the injured wolf. Tough and awkward it was on top of it.
After checking in on Sonia, the current head healer of Gaurav having taken the position in place of Annabelle, Menzai since the year of the incident.
Sonia Ichinoke- Current leader and most capable healer of the Gaurav tribe, twin sister (and slightly older by a few seconds) of Senia Ichinoke. Even among the long line of skilled wolves the Ichinoke family have produced, Sonia has proven especially adept at her knowledge of healing medicine; only surpassed by the family Freylesca family's personal recipe. A woman normally gentle in nature does share a bit of her younger sister’s temperament. At least when it comes to dealing with healing and finds repeated patients most cumbersome. Save for the less inclined, children and Phia where she would otherwise be a gentle sweetheart, to others only wrath awaits the foolish.
As expected, the woman was far from pleased or happy to see the so-called guardian in such an awful state. Her concern and anger were warranted; not only for her sake but for what he has and will put his family and the humans through. A bitter, but grateful exchange.
One Menzai could only escape through a check-up and promise made to Phia regarding dinner. Aughtwise, the still recovering wolf finds himself stuck at her healing center for the night.
The departure would end on a tender note-
“ Wait.” A caring hand gently grabbed hold of Menzai’s remaining hand, halting him before he could depart.” What I said…no, how I said it and….forgive me. It’s just…when I heard what happened… to the boys….sweet Phi… to… you.” Her gentle grip tensed tightly around Menzai, her normally confident and warm voice trembled; putting all her feelings into it, sharing as much of her with him as she could.” They will come to rely on you going forward. So, please.” Pausing, struggling and wrestling to say the words.” Please be strong and do whatever it takes to keep them safe. That is the oath you’ve sworn, yes?” A reminder she tried to say through teasing snark.
Words meant motivation, but they rang hollow. The tears flowing down her cheeks displaying grief and hesitation laced with hidden cruelty; only painful truths lie hidden past.
A few seconds reprieve; thinking over what was shared. The purpose understood; appreciated while the ember frothed. He returned the gesture with a gentle squeeze.” Thank you for the kind words. Your concerns will surely do well in soothing Phia’s mood.”
Slipping his hand free, Menzai quietly departed.
And through the scents of the group’s recent passing towards the direction of their home, his destination was made.
His foot brushes a wilting flower. A dew droplet dripping, reflecting the moon. A lunar tear shatters.
The trek would not be an overtly long one; from the center of the village the Isanami household is twenty minutes out through one of the multiple lightly forested paths; all kept cleared of roots and other troublesome objects, but otherwise nature was left alone.
Among the family households, the Isanami is the furthest out from the main portion of Gaurav, where it was practically on the borders into the forest. This afforded them the most privacy while still being within short distance in the wolven tribe’s eyes at the very least.
Breaching through the end of the path, Menzai came upon home at least. There, he paused; taking in the sight, his ears perked catching the sound of footsteps and familiar voices from within.
A certain pair of humans, however, were missing. This was concerning, but they likely had their reasons. There was much to discuss though they will have to wait till tomorrow.
Having thought over this, Menzai decided to take a moment to admire his family’s home long-standing rumored since the founding of the village.
Sitting nestled in a wide oval clearing at the back center that sat on the fringes of the forest stood the Isanami home. One that carried age, history and care while living in harmony with nature around it.
And sitting directly behind it, the back of the building seemingly one with the massive and mighty tree that stood tall even amongst this ancient forest. Long has it sat, watching over Gaurav; tended to by the Isanami bloodline through many generations. On most nights, the tree sits silent, but on the nights of the full moon a spectacle, a beacon and magical delight occurs. The Lunar rebirth festival, always a joyous night to beheld and shared by all among the forest.
A home that could be nothing but inviting and always made any that stepped within feel welcomed, the natural earthy scent kept muted mixed with the muted pleasant scent of whatever each individual found calming. A wonderful gift from the tree to help ease one’s discomforts. The decor and furniture were tribal with wolven trinkets and fur pelts with a huge blending of nature. So much so, that one can easily mistake this cottage belonging closer to a Fairy’s household.
Not too different from Phia’s room, animals and critters were allowed about as long as they were not being bothersome or in the way. Most tend to stay away from two particular rooms as if they can sense it best to be left alone. (This is forgotten whenever Phia decides to pay her brother’s room a visit)
Fitting to be taken into the Isanami family with Annabelle, who, even without blood relations could just as well be her actual mother. Among all women, no other could match Anna’s gentleness and motherly nature. There was not a person in the village that did not know of her nor any that did not like her. Such features Phia easily shared naturally; too much to the older brother’s annoyance. Her expertise and knowledge blended in her charms and potions was unmatched even within the Freylesca line and among the village; the previous head healer until the incident took place. Where, since then she has retired to being a mother, with a newborn son mere weeks away.
While Anna once excelled and since settled down, Josiah Isanami, who though less skilled like his beloved or among his family line. He made up for in dedication to keeping the council up to date and running efficiently. Especially knowing the head elder’s irksome tendencies. Similar to his son, he is a more reserved individual that is easily outshone by Anna’s shining motherly personality. Sharing a love of study and understanding of magic, the two researched numerous times together in the earlier years. Unlike his son, he does express emotion while controlling himself to a somewhat better degree.
Trinity………..
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Exhaling slowly, eyes blinking away whatever memories the tired wolf had drifted off into these brief few seconds. The reprieve over, Menzai took another deep breath with a weary sigh.
Inside was Phia with Viola and Cyrus with Dante and Darius currently out as he already learned. To his shock and partial relief, he would learn that his mother was sleeping after receiving a frightful scare from the Roc’s shriek. He was thankful to know she was well with plenty of rest all that was needed.
Menzai was afforded another form of reprieve, if minor for in place of dealing with such trauma, instead had an guilt ridden little sister overly concerned clinging to him. A lesser evil for the night; one he did not mind enduring and as such felt no need to stop her, other than small nudges when she got a bit *too* overbearing. If this helped her even a little as it would have to do.
He had no wish to put her or any of the group through any more painful talks that night. Leaving it be, he went the night reading a book or playing small board games.
It was not too long before his usually boundlessly energy filled sister drifted off to sleep. This left him the peace and quiet needed to meditate and recover.
A session that would be cut short upon hearing the visiting siblings step their way outside. His ears flicked to their voices. The lack of distance they made from the house was an amusing note even to the near humorless wolf.
Not surprising and with it came just the opportunity. This wolf, ever curious, had many questions and had long wished to discuss with them.
Doing so with Phia asleep was his chance to take care of a problem that if left alone could lead to dire consequences. Just the mere glimpses of the two had him concerned; them being her sibling likely true, but whether their intent with her was genuine was an uncertainty.
An uncertainty he could not allow.
Making sure and double-checking that Phia was asleep (also shifting her into a more comfortable position with a blanket placed with brotherly care) Menzai quietly exited from the cottage.
From there, finding the visitors was a simple task. Though listening in on others was something he did not much care for, it was necessary at times. Thankfully, training allowed the wolf tribe to control such to a certain degree.
The unease the siblings gave him left him little choice, particularly the sister. While he desired to discuss with them; a better understanding of what the pair were about before doing so might be best.
Doing so could prove to have trust between them become more difficult. As such, he would signal to the guards to leave without revealing themselves.
Whatever would be said this night. Secrets or more would stay between the three of them, for the time being.
His decision made, the lone wolf quietly stalked his way behind a tree a short distance from the two fairies. Careful to avoid giving himself away. Hiding within the trees might have been his usual method, but the state of his body did not allow the risk, nor did he want take the chance of waking his sleeping sister.
Back to th bark of the tree, the rough bumpiness of the bark acting as a comforting wall. There, he remained still with ears perked; flicking even to their hushed whispers though Menzai being more skilled than most could better choose what to block or not which he used to prevent overhearing anything personal.
Species-Flowering POkemon Gender- Female Type- Grass Level- 9 Ability- Regenerator (The pokemon has a little of its hp restored when withdrawn from battle)
Species-Sewing pokemon Gender- Male Type- Bug/Grass Level- 8 Ability- Chlorophyll During harsh sunlight, the Speed stat of Pokémon with this Ability is doubled.
It would become easily apparent that Tristan was not explaining nor handling himself the best. If not for Princess's comforting touch, the inexperienced teen would have become a ball of anxiety and nerves. Solving an egg thievery case was one thing but attempting to explain and reason such a story to two important individuals proved to be far more tense inducing.
And to make matters worse; needing to be comforted by the old man, now revealed to be Ramos and the former grass gym leader (only adding to his humiliation.* Well, this is just great. A mess...all of this is just a mess.* Tristan groaned to himself as he took Ramos advice, albeit a sharp inhale, done to cover said groan while pinching the base of his nose.
This being the spoiled teen's first attempt on top of anxiety and excitement were all that likely lead to this and Tristan himself knew as well.
* Alright, calm down now. You got this far and have their attention. Now..just stop screwing it up like everything else!* Mentally rebuking and pep-talking.
That, along with Princess (truly coming in crutch as the empathy mon) helped him to realize his approach was all wrong and out of order.
As such, listening to Ramos continue and finish with the introductions as the time to think and rework his approach.
His attention then turned to the gentleman and owner of this research center, Louis Osman. Learning of what happened to the Osman family made him frown briefly, the though of a big, renown family crumbling to nothing was a horrifying thought. Arceus forbids anything were to happen to the Glory family legacy.
A small shake of the head dismissing the new bud of anxiety off, he would bend down to gently pick up the small bipedal canine then stand back up with her placed comfortably on his shoulder.
" Ahem, yes. First, let me start with an apology." Tristan started followed with a throat-clearing cough into his fist." An apology for my horrible handling of this situation. In order to explain, starting with introduction will probably do best." Nodding his head; voice a bit more confident this time as he glanced over in Princess's direction, receiving a reassuring smile from the blue canine.
Briefly turning his attention to the flowers; reminding himself what he was here for." My name is Tristan Glory, a rookie pokemon trainer and this here, is Princess." Motioning toward the riolu. resting cutely on his shoulder. A friendly." Rao lu!- Hi, I'm Princess!" An almost tiny blush as if bit embarrassed by the name.
" And it is with great pleasure to meet both of you, Mr. Ramos, Mr Lois." His thought to call him by his last name, but from the man's mood on the family made it appear a sore spot, one he had no wish to worsen anymore than already done. If there was one saving grace in all this, Lois was distracted on him; hopefully allowing the staff the much-needed breathing room to actually think.
" To continue, I am a rookie trainer who had come to witness the strange phenomena of the forest, said curiosity of it led me to this research center. I have learned a number of things with this grand party of yours which could be shaping up to be a wondrous party. Whoever this vip must surely be quite important." Especially so to have even an experienced owner like Lois stressing out.
He took a quick glance around the mass scrambling to get everything in order." So it is clear that everything must go right for this VIP. As such, this leads back to my proposal. In exchange for a Gracidia flower, I offer to not only help solve the mystery of both the forest and Lady Aria and her involvement. But, being a trainer I can retrieve an item to be brought back."
The teen paused there to let them take in what he said." To have this vip around with such mysteries not only solved after all these years but with a gorgeous never before seen treasure? Could certainly do wonders in getting in their good graces and recognition. Just wanted to throw that out there." He finished with a nervous chuckle; left hand wiping sweat from his brow.
Time: Evening Location: Damien Estate Interactions: Fritz @JJ Doe Mentions: Attire: ???
*As for What brought me here, why, I dare say it would be the count's ravishing smile? *
The freshly spoken line flash through his mind with an unpleasant shudder slithering down his spine.* Ugh, that's your try at being coy? Come on, V. You can do better than that.* The server bemoaned internally with a slight grimace.
“My name is Fritz.”
Said facial cue apparently occuring at the same instant the individual (whose name to be Fritz as recently learned) offered for a handshake.* Ah, shit! As if being found by someone already and Char for some reason still a no-show and now this guy probably thinks I detest the prospect of shaking hands with them.* A small huff from his nose followed by another inner groan.* Oi! Idiot*
After an almost awkward amount of waiting; an amount of time just before Fritz might assume the handshake might not be reciporcated, did Mr. V's gloved right hand shoot out to take hold." A-Apologies, sir. Meant no offense... a server is ever busy, even on break. Not to mention, Sir Fritz, or lord, do forgive me. Keeping track of all the titles and such, an introduction undeserving towards a lowly staff." A bow of the head as expected.
* OI, chatterbox! Enough with the rambling, damn it!*
Screaming internally; all the while paying great heed to offer due respect. His grip was firm with surprising strength greatly controlled. A shared respected between two men and for a moment, he almost felt equal. For a moment, he shook hands with a possible kindred spirit.
A queer thought, no more precice to say a queer experience and one he had yet to experience since living in the seemingly gold-crusted shoes of such people in this hall.
A hall filled with vain-bloated sows drowning blind in their own hubris. Amidst the muck, were the treasured few not lost in their delusions.
And Fritz could be one (possibly more-so than first thought). Yet, for now he knew it best to not go trusting the man, but one willing to treat a staff like a person at least was owed his respect.
“Such a ravishing smile it must be, if you’re willing to venture this close to the sun.”
Releasing his grip shortly after, a small chuckle covered by his right hand." That is quite good sir." An amused grin, the calm and composed Mr. V shifted to turned his gaze in similar direction to the count." May I be so bold to answer then with this question. What would drive such a person to... risk being burned."
Saying nothing else. Letting his words linger in the air.* Now then...where are you Char?* Turning his gaze over; briefly catching view of Layla to disdain indifference before moving on to spot the fairy-dressed girl...laughing with Leo? * The heck? Did someone tell a funny joke? I mean, those slippers are pretty ridiculous but...come on now!*
“Clever.”
That singular word getting his attention once more prompting him to face Fritz." You do me too much credit." Visibly taken aback at receiving an... actual compliment? “Though, I fear you might burn into a crisp if you stay too long in his radiance... Have you given thought to how the flames might be doused?” A hint of concern on top of it.
Was almost enough to bring a man to tears. Almost.
" Best hope my cleverness, but most of all, luck can continue to carry me through the night..." Pausing after trailing off to check back on Charlotte to see what was happening. What he saw would be most peculiar.* Wha- Yeah no point bothering. Best to just wait for her to explain.*
Seeing that she would be wrapped up in.. well whatever was going on with her for a bit that his best course of action was to wait.. Not to mention, Calbert being about; strangely changing course mid-way towards the two he just checked on. What had gotten so unlucky as to draw his slimy snake eyes onto them?
As he could only wait, he thought this could prove opportune moment to try to see what he could learn from Fritz." In fact, Mr-sir-lord Fritz."He said in cheeky jest with a playful poke of his nose." If you wish for a most grand spectacle the likes rivaling such parties that might be taboo." Hinting to the mystery parties like from the previous night prior, with the hopeful assumption they knew of it.
" A night, unlike that like I assure to unforgettable, but as I am one man. Some help is needed and from you, I would ask for whatever you can/or willing to tell me about Calbert and the Damien household?" The better he understood the Damiens, the better things could proceed. Besides, no harm in trying to learn about the man so gung-ho on killing him." And one more thing, but I suppose that can wait till after."
Species-Flowering POkemon Gender- Female Type- Grass Level- 9 Ability- Regenerator (The pokemon has a little of its hp restored when withdrawn from battle)
Species-Sewing pokemon Gender- Male Type- Bug/Grass Level- 8 Ability- Chlorophyll During harsh sunlight, the Speed stat of Pokémon with this Ability is doubled.
Tristan stood waiting; hands crossed over his chest albeit in a lower and more relaxed manner. It was clear by the reaction of the taller individual that his actions did not please the man one bit. The teen was nervous of course, but this had been a possibility; hence why he knew his plans were going to be reckless.
Especially since he had dealt with and been around perfectionist, which in turn led to his abysmal attempts. And in this case, Tristan also knew very well that stepping in like he did without knowing any of the manager's actual plans or design; not to mention insulting.
Yet, still Tristan chose to do as he did. As since Tristan's options were limited as well as time, or, more to be exact he had no patience for concocting some slow plan.
And now, thanks to his seemingly stupid course of actions left Tristan being approached by a raging bull with stinging words surely to follow.
" Months of my life were spent organizing this one event, months! The placement of tables, seating arrangements of the guests, the menu, the lighting, everything! You are being a nuisance!"
Sting was an understatement as the silver-haired teen could do little else but take it while struggling to maintain whatever bits of confidence he was able to scrounge up.
"Now, now Louis. The whippersnapper was just trying to help. Well, that and he probably wants something."
The smaller gentleman's kind words were nice to hear after some harsh, albeit truthful words insults.
"Don't be so obvious next time. Now, how can we help you?"
Kindness with a bit of painful advice.
No clearer sign of his inexperience. His face might have been flushing with embarrassment had he not been sneakily clenching his fingers against his palms. The pinching pain was the only thing keeping Tristan on his trembling feet.
* Setting my wounded ego aside for the moment. Whew, alright, don't buckle now, me.* Taking a moment to give himself a tiny mental peptalk; body shuddering in disgust at the fact he used advice from his brothers. Loathe as he was to admit, due to the mere fact that despite the end results, he now had full audience with the two he needed.
Now came the truly difficult part. Thankfully, Tristan was able to gleam a few things from this brief exchange and the overall intense situation. That whoever this vip, whoever they may be proves to be someone of some significance to have even such an experienced and skilled manager in simple terms, freaking out. And secondly, something could have gone wrong or be missing adding to why things are so disorganised.
*Now, to get the flower, I am really gonna have to sell it.* His final prepping thoughts as he exhaled.
Putting on his most dazzling smile with a light bow of his head." Apologies, my good gentleman. *cough* Ahem, I regret being such a nuisance, of which many apologies. A shame on the Glory name I need to amend. But, first and more-so of course repair the damages that has come about from my... actions. Troublesome they may have been, but done with a goal. My thanks for giving me this... opportunity to explain said... goal."
A nervous chuckle left his lips as beads of sweat sprinkled his forehead, having realized he was starting to ramble. If he didn't get to the point.... The on-set signs of a panic attack coming on; just moments from his mental distress reached peak, did a red beam shoot from one of the pokeballs on his belt.
The Riolu, Princess appeared and stood at Tristan's right foot. A look of confusion, turned to recognition then immense gratitude. The touch of her tiny paw, though barely sensed through the fabric and yet a gentle warmth filled him. Almost like a reassuring pat on the back.
" Princess?!" He sputtered out in surprised exclamation at first before coughing to clear his throat." I mean, yes! Princess with her most wonderful entrance gives perfect juxtaposition to show that I am, a pokemon trainer. And as the kind sir had pointed out from before, but a slight correction. I do not want something, but I want to offer-"
* Where the hell am I going with this?* Was his literal thought before forcing himself to continue." And what I want is... to offer a proposition. The mystery of both Lady Aria and connections with the mythical forest. The mystery of the moon petal pokemon. All of these, I offer to help solve and as a bonus for my horrendous screw-up, could also find and receive an item from said forest."
Pausing for dramatic effect.
" And all of these I can help bring to fruition with merely... a single flower.... a-and a bit of your time to explain and prove I'm uh..heh worth taking a bet on." His words became quieter until nearly a whisper by the end.
Yeah, no. This whole plan was stupid. Last time he listened to his brothers.
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