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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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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.
Sophia raised an eyebrow. Wasn't the legend at least vaguely known worldwide? "Really? You've never heard of the Original One?" she commented, before deciding to rein it in. Now wasn't the time. "Well, I guess the legend is best known in Sinnoh. A Pokemon said to have shaped the world. My mom visited Sinnoh when she was younger, she knows quite a bit about these stories, told me about three Psychic types supposedly born at the same time as the universe."
She took another look at the Jangmo-o, his head bowed in distress as the group of Pokemon did their best to console him. "But talking about that can wait. We'd better get going, get these Pokemon checked over. It can't be doing this little guy any good to be..." Trailing off, she glanced at the hulking, still form, the bodies of the other hatchlings slumped against that of their mother as if they'd sought her protection even in their last moments. The trainer's grip on the Bronzor tightened. "To be in here."
@Balthazar007 Well, I did enjoy this RP, but I didn't know how to add all the level-ups into a short IC timeframe, seeing as people only posted about once a month if that. (Not blaming anyone, life gets hectic and I've been rather busy myself.)
New RP looks good though, I'll try to think up a character.
@Balthazar007 I can still post if you want me to (was trying to figure out what to do about the monthly level boost) but yeah, this has ground to a halt, which I also take responsibility for as co-GM. That and I wasn't sure what to do without Dusksong around. I really hope everything's ok with her.
@OtomostheCrazy Yeah, nothing's really changed as far as your characters are concerned, though the rest of the group will probably leave the cave they've been exploring soon.
Btw, I haven't forgotten about your pic request, just trying to get it right.
Not wanting to keep Roxy waiting - she'd done enough, after all - Jess finished her sandwich. She'd probably have found it more appetising in different circumstances, but at least food had cleared away some of the haze in her mind, brought on by stress and lack of sleep. Right now, it would be especially important to remain alert, with that job coming in.
She didn't want to think what the job might be, or what kinds of people they'd be faced with. Judging by the agitation the anchor gave off, like static electricity building in the air around her, neither question could have a good answer.
The customer Roxy opened the door to, though, took Jess by surprise. She'd just taken a seat at the desk when the man walked in, not intimidating and cool-headed like she'd expected, but jittering, eyes darting around as if he wanted to leave as quickly as possible.
"Uh... good afternoon," Jess said as he approached, that tense smile stretching across her face. Keeping calm and focused would have been far from an easy task around such a sketchy person, even without the extra nervousness she took on. She reached for a notepad and pen, nearly knocking over a stack of paper as her hands shook. "May I... May I ask your details, and the job you're having done?"
He probably wouldn't let on everything, just what he needed doing to his car, or rather what he claimed he needed doing.
Looking from the distraught Jangmo-o to Oscar, Amber gave a solemn nod of her head. "You're right. We can't just leave him here, and you're the one who reached out to him." Such a young Pokemon would be unlikely to survive alone, and even if he could, subjecting him to a lonely childhood seemed like the truly wrong thing to do. She couldn't begin to imagine what the poor baby dragon must be going through.
"We should get him to a Pokemon centre, make sure he's not hurt," she suggested. The Jangmo-o didn't seem badly injured, but getting him checked over would be the best thing to do, and if there was anything the nurse or her assistant Pokemon could do to help him with the trauma... She clenched her hands by her sides. She'd come here to study nature, and here it was, at its worst. Here was a family torn apart.
At her side, Vivianne put away the medical supplies and stood up, her movements slow as if her limbs had become heavy. Without a word, the other researcher approached and put her arm around Amber's shoulders.
Sophia stood up on shaking legs, in a daze of shock and exhaustion, and faced Oscar. "Well, that might have had all the subtlety of a Bouffalant's Head Charge, but..." She glanced at the Jangmo-o, at Skoll and Nomia consoling it. Something thawed in the look she gave Oscar, a look of trust. "He could do with a trainer. Someone to look after him."
She crouched down, nearly toppling, beside the traumatised hatchling. "Shh. It'll be ok," she whispered. "Oscar will take good care of you. Trust me. He has his faults, but... he's kind, and caring, and brave..."
Lacey pattered over, helping the two canine Pokemon comfort the dragon. Grimalkin brushed against Sophia's leg, and Arcturus spun to her side. Behind them, the Bronzor tried to catch up, floating in strange zigzagging patterns. Still trying to shake off a Confuse Ray, Sophia realised as it flipped right over in midair and crashed into the cave wall. Bouncing off, it drifted to the ground, where it tried to wobble back up. Its sturdy body was unharmed, but Sophia couldn't help feeling responsible for the loyal defender's condition. If anything worse had happened to this Pokemon...
Trying not to think about it, she caressed its metallic surface, her gaze warm as it shifted from the Bronzor to the Jangmo-o. "Yeah. Let's get both of you seen to."
Slowly, carefully, she eased herself up, resting a hand on the Bronzor. "Don't get me wrong," she said to Oscar. "You're still annoying as all hell and... and you could have at least gone in with some backup! But... I'm sure you'll do a great job of raising this little one." The beginning of tears prickled the corners of her eyes. "And, oh dear Arceus, I'm glad you're alright."
Less than an hour ago, the thought that Oscar could get a full team before her had made her teeth grit. Now, although she'd end up in not just second, but third place even if the Bronzor decided to stay with her, she no longer cared. What mattered was the Jangmo-o's wellbeing.
Well, it's not actually as bad as the description makes it sound. It's just that between her own stress and Roxy's, nothing is particularly appetising to Jess right now.
"Sorry!" Jess backed away as Roxy flinched. She should have known the gesture wouldn't be taken well. Silent once again, she retreated to the other side of the room and sat back down, picking up the rapidly congealing sandwich. She nearly gagged at the yellow goo that dribbled like melting plastic from the edges, slimy with tomato seeds and wilted basil leaves that reminded her of pondweed. What was usually comfort food now repulsed her.
She had to eat, she told herself, but her stress-tightened stomach clenched harder at the thought. She glanced at Roxy, who struggled to force down her own sandwich. That explained part of the lost appetite. Jess took a bite of her meal, the cheese lukewarm and rubbery in her mouth, grease trickling over her fingers. Guilt made it even more difficult for her to eat. Roxy's tone, as well as that pang of anxiety, had made it clear the job she'd mentioned wasn't going to be like the work they'd done this morning, before that man had appeared.
She should have stayed, the empath thought as she tried to finish her lunch. She should have waited for another match to come along, instead of selfishly tagging along after a reluctant anchor. Now, it turned out that reluctance was even more justified than she'd thought.
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>
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