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To those I RP with, I haven't dropped off of the face of the earth, just had a mental health crash but am recovering. Now to catch up on posting.
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To those I RP with, I haven't dropped off of the face of the earth, just had a mental health crash but am recovering. Now to catch up on posting.
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The worst thing about mental illness is you have to look after yourself a disgusting amount. I know it's the only way to actually be in a fit state to look out for others, but it still feels wrong.
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Emeth: Then I'll be that friend who's the opposite kind of annoying, whispering "Do it, you know you want to..."
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Judging by the Internet's definitions of introversion and extraversion, you'd think everyone's either an extreme hermit or a party animal with no in between.
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Krystal: All part and parcel of the job.
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Bio
A frazzled British thirtysomething cat mum with something of a tea addiction.
I like a wide range of RP genres, but have two absolute favourites: Pokemon and magical girls. (If someone manages to combine the two, I'll be VERY happy!) I post fairly regularly, but sometimes shit mental health days crop up - if that causes any delays, I'll try to resume posting ASAP.
@Dark Light Aw, shame to see you go, but it can be difficult to keep up with too many RPs. I'll write that Viv went back to support her family and the Vileplume, if that's ok.
Ella looked from the unconscious woman to Leisy. "How do we tell her?" she whispered, heart sinking at the thought, just as it had done when she'd heard the report. She couldn't begin to imagine what the news would do to Florence, who'd pushed herself to exhaustion only to be no closer to finding her Chikorita. Hands on her lap, Ella clenched the fabric of her skirt, a mix of relief, disappointment and frustration coursing through her.
They'd completed their original mission. They'd found the Vileplume, her leaf trail having led the police to the many caged Pokemon. No matter how many had been rescued just now, though, it wasn't a victory until all of them were saved.
It shouldn't have felt like a failure. It wasn't their fault the Chikorita hadn't been anywhere nearby. Nonetheless, it did.
Florence's surroundings came into focus. Different surroundings. Blue walls, the beeping of machines, the smell of antiseptic chemicals. She scrunched her eyelids at the glaring lights overhead, letting out a soft moan, dizziness intensifying.
"Nea!" At the sound of Tiergan's voice by the bedside, it all came back.
With a gasp, Florence sat bolt upright. "Ah!" She clutched her throbbing head, multicoloured spots dancing in her vision. Her back and legs ached fiercely from the earlier constant movement, the wound on her shoulder had flared up, and her left arm stung, an IV hooked to a saline bag sticking out from under a bandage. As usual, she ignored her physical state, other things on her mind.
"Is everyone ok?" she forced out through her dry throat, the words hurried with tension. "D-Did we win? The Pokemon, are they out of there? Where's Vernie?"
She stared around the room, but there was no sign of her Chikorita.
He wasn't tired, hungry or thirsty, but it was already more than clear that reality didn't work the same way in this place. Had he been in here for hours, days, weeks... longer?
At the sound of crunching leaves and twigs, he whirled around. The sight before him made him stagger back. He'd expected an illusion of the child, the parents, or somebody from his past. Not this.
"Heh. The mighty Legendwatch leader, flinching away like some frightened little Skitty," the figure taunted, standing tall, green eyes glinting. A smirk spread across his tanned face, which looked a few years older than it should. "Surprised to see me? Admit it, do you really expect me - this version of me - to ever exist?"
The man folded his arms across the dragon silhouette on his shirt, the two Pokemon by his side advancing. One stomped forward, sturdy legs supporting a hulking clay body that towered over the humans. With each of its steps, the ground shook. The other floated, staring ahead with a single gem-like eye, light reflecting off its shield.
"If you do," the familiar but changed man continued, "then prove it. Prove you can be me." He took a stride forward. "Amyntas, Agne, show him what you're capable of now."
Jason tensed, forcing himself not to shrink away as the Golurk and Aegislash drew ever closer. The real, lower-level Amyntas and Agne stayed where they were, prepared to defend their trainer even at their disadvantage.
"Careful, both of you!" Jason called out. The illusory trainer in front of him sneered.
"Doubting yourself. Just as always," he chuckled. "Some master in the making you are. Go on. Prove both of us wrong."
Winning this battle could be the only way out of here, Jason thought as he stood frozen to the spot. If it wasn't, though, or if he lost... would there be any way out?
TP: +1 +3 (37) Pokemon:
Vulpix (Iliana), female, lv19
Snorunt (Eira), female, lv19
Doublade (Agne), male, lv35
Golett (Amyntas), lv29 (+3)
Espurr (Tibert), male, lv14
Fraxure (Fraener), male, lv38
Zorua (Velius), male, Black Glasses, lv7
Inventory:
Pokeball x1
Rank: Skilled Organisation: Legendwatch (founder and leader)
Jess flinched at the sharp edge to Roxy's tone, and at her mother's shock. More people stared, only to turn away as the purple-haired woman gave them a look of pure venom. Right now, everything about Roxy screamed "back off", even more so than usual.
For a moment, Jess wanted to reassure the anchor she was helping, but thought better of it. If she said anything at all to Roxy, it would only make her angrier, make her think she wasn't listening. The anchor had put up a wall nobody could get past - a wall meant to hide something. With a shudder, Jess turned her head.
"Please... Don't worry," she told her mother, her words a mumble. "We'll... I mean, Roxy will... Uh, this will all get sorted out."
Jess was at a loss again. It seemed anything she did or said would only make things worse. Keep it together, she nagged herself, aware of several people turning in the direction of the argument. Some even moved away. The empath took a deep breath, her gaze dropping to the ground again before she looked back up, facing Roxy. She had to at least pretend to be dealing with this, make a better attempt to remedy the situation, convince her mom things weren't a complete mess. Keep it together, keep it together, keep it together...
"Umm, look... Later on, we can try and find out why this is, and if there's anything we can do about it," she suggested. What this was doing to the anchor went beyond discomfort, or a sense of failure. There was something Roxy wasn't letting on.
"It's not your fault!" Jess tried to reassure Roxy, who couldn't even bring herself to look at her. "It's just not always perfect."
She'd been prepared for this. She'd heard that how much an anchor could block varied - sometimes they could negate all emotion, but in some cases, a little still got through. It depended on how powerful the empath was, and possibly some other factors. Even with this knowledge, Jess couldn't help but do what she'd told Roxy not to do - blame herself. If this was even her own feeling of guilt.
Her mother's brow creased, concern-filled eyes flicking from the furious anchor back to Jess. "You're coping with it all, aren't you?"
Jess nodded, glancing down, not even having to look at her mom's face to know she'd failed to convince her.
Nobody could describe Kenzie as a morning person, but she was much more awake this time as she sat in the van, listening to the explanation of the upcoming task.
"Well, that must've been one memorable hotel stay for everyone, for all the wrong reasons," she commented once the mission briefing had finished. She took a small canister of holy water from a nearby box, gripping it, her face unusually serious as she steeled herself for the duty.
"Ok... I can see past events," she explained to the others. "That might help us figure out why the hotel's got its repeat guest. Especially if we find the room she was in before." She searched for the profile, glad she'd gotten a decent night's sleep for once. If she was going to go looking for information around a haunted hotel, she'd have to be careful. They all would.
In the bright glow of the Audino's Heal Pulse, Ella watched some of the colour return to Florence's face, but the medic remained unconscious.
"Let's get her to the hospital," Ella replied. How much damage had the Ekans venom done? It was difficult to say, but probably more than Florence had let on, and in this heat, it was more than likely that she'd become dehydrated too. They shouldn't have let this happen, Ella scolded herself. They shouldn't have let Florence keep pushing on like this.
The pink-haired girl glanced at the cave. "Those Pokemon, though... What do we do?" Their priority was to get their friend to safety before her condition worsened, but they couldn't just leave the Pokemon in the hideout. Florence had done this to herself in her determination to find her Chikorita. They couldn't let this all be for nothing.
"Whew..." Cici leaned against the cave wall. With the way the battle had been going, it hadn't seemed as if even the three of them would be enough to stop this one trainer. Just when he'd been on the verge of winning, though, he'd retreated, deciding it was no longer worth the effort to go after Entei. Despite Cici's relief, she knew this most likely wouldn't be the last time he'd try something like that.
"Wow." She stared in the direction he'd walked away. "More screws loose than a Magneton in need of repair."
Forte and Kymbalon staggered over, barely able to stand. Dulcet flew close by, swaying, letting out a triumphant chirp before falling to the ground. "Ah! Dulcet!" Cici crouched by the unresponsive Swablu. "All of you, you did a great job, but come on." She returned the three Pokemon, nodding at Tommy. "Yeah... Let's go."
"I'm sorry..." Jess didn't know what else to say. Why had it been so difficult for her to talk to Roxy, ever since meeting her in the cabin? Now the information she'd left out had been dropped on the other woman without warning. How much more was she going to mess up?
Traces of the fear she'd inflicted on Roxy trickled through to her. Of course nobody would want their inner feelings laid bare for a near-stranger to know about, but that level of stress meant there was something the anchor wasn't letting on - something possibly dangerous for both of them.
"Uhh... If it helps, I can't feel all that much," Jess blurted, although she knew the attempt to reassure the other woman was unlikely to work. Worry still thickened the atmosphere like fog around her, from her mother, and especially from Roxy.
A frazzled British thirtysomething cat mum with something of a tea addiction.
I like a wide range of RP genres, but have two absolute favourites: Pokemon and magical girls. (If someone manages to combine the two, I'll be VERY happy!) I post fairly regularly, but sometimes shit mental health days crop up - if that causes any delays, I'll try to resume posting ASAP.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">A frazzled British thirtysomething cat mum with something of a tea addiction. <br><br>I like a wide range of RP genres, but have two absolute favourites: Pokemon and magical girls. (If someone manages to combine the two, I'll be VERY happy!) I post fairly regularly, but sometimes shit mental health days crop up - if that causes any delays, I'll try to resume posting ASAP.</div>