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Pokémon Showdown! [Invite Only]

Interacting With: N/A — Location: Girl's Bathroom

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“Cheer up! Don't let the Snorlax get you down! You... you can do it.”

Lianne Silver sighed as she tried to get herself hyped as she stood in the girl’s bathroom, in front of a mirror… talking to herself.

It felt like ever since the silver-haired seventeen-year-old had gotten herself admitted into MSPA that she had been doomed. She was competitive and fierce! She was always trying her best to be ready for the match-ups and the strategy meetings, but in the end she just wasn’t ever good enough to win anything. For someone who was supposed to be the next great Pokemon trainer and battler in all of Unova, she just wasn’t making strides like she thought she would. How could she pretend she was the best when she didn’t have anything to show for it?

She shook her head, there was no time to worry! “You’re the best! You just don’t know it yet!”

Cold water splashed against her hands and then her face. Her smile hardened. She couldn’t be a failure again. This year, it was going to be different! With that handled, Lianne took a quick check at the time on her phone she reminded herself not to take too much longer in the bathroom and head to Room C-103 to join the others. She shouldn’t be late on such a historic day, after all!

Steal Away The Light

Location: Uhladein, Eastern Marches

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Whilst the bigger void monstrosities had been dealt with and the storm had come to a sudden halt, the dance itself was not over.

Tranta spun her spear around as more voidlings made of spiderlings and goblins kept pushing. Perhaps the void knew that it would be a matter of time before the hearth was activated and perhaps they knew it was their final chance to take Uhladein in this moment. It was hard to not respect someone trying to take their moment–to take their dance to the next level. She smiled as she struck a hobgoblin in the chest and proceeded to amplify her magic before the flame split in half on one side and frost froze the other before shattering into tiny shards of ice.

A kickflip over another foe as she spun her spear behind her, slicing off the head of another goblin.

“No time to celebrate! We are not done!”

Steal Away The Light

Location: Uhladein, Eastern Marches

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In Trantascilia’s experience, things like tactical awareness and teamwork were a hard sell. Especially to Midnosians.

The Pyromancer-Queen’s hunters were skilled casters and such, but they often were too short-sighted and poorly trained when it came to actual cohesion for fighting the void. She wasn’t sure why, either. Midnos was the second largest nation in the world before the void came and brought about the Aulrithian Empire’s fall. They had one of the largest standing armies and even after the Day of the Eclipse they had a strong population led by tacticians and generals; spymasters and inquisitors. Yet Midnos had yet to create a hunter who had any semblance of battle intelligence. It was often she wondered if it was because they were terrible dancers.

Not like the Masters of Kethiline and Eldanfel. The masters that had taken the time to be patient with the process of creating an embersoul and even more patient in teaching hunters about the void. The masters that had guided Trantascilia to the great voyage that was her purpose; her meaning in life beyond life. The blue-haired woman had already been battle-tested before she embraced endless oblivion and turned into something more than human, into this creature of undeath and eternal agony. She had been a dancer, a princess, and a knight. Midnosian autocrats were not even remotely as tested. After all, there was a rumor that all Midnosian hunters were products of a library or a temple and not of the battlefield. Trantascilia believed it, after all, why shouldn’t she?

It almost–

The void Roc rattled against the blue flames, spinning downward. Tranta’s mind cleared and she remembered that she was in the midst of combat. The idiot hunter with the cannon had distracted her and her eyes squinted before they opened back up in the mist of smoke and ash.

“Ah. The ground.” She remarked as she tightened her grip of her spear before ripping it out of the creature. The voidflesh that covered the Roc had mostly been nearly seared from its body. Nearly. Two hunters had set it ablaze, after all. “Can’t have you growing a second head or more wings. Let’s finish off this dance before we land, yes?”

Her question did not receive an answer from the Roc as the blue-haired hunter smiled with glee as her blue flames reached higher and higher. The Roc, free from some of the void’s hold screamed in pain, but Trantascilia did not relent. She did, however, do her best to steer the creature away from the stronghold and toward the outskirts, just overhead of a particularly ugly ogre who finally melted into ash and cinders itself. Had she been a Midnosian she probably would’ve let it fall into Uhladein and worried about collateral damage later, but Trantascilia unlike others had actual principles to abide by.

As the bird’s bones turned to black ash the blue-haired hunter giggled as she spun into a somersault-flip before landing on her feet.

The rain stopped as her feet hit the ground.

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

I think as easy as it was to create my initial sheet, I'm just not feeling writing in a sandbox superhero thing right now so you can consider this, sadly, as me telling you to consider me out of the game for the time being. Hopefully when the muse strikes me in this kind of game y'all are still going, but I can't lie to anyone and say I'm here. You lot have fun.

Steal Away The Light

Location: Uhladein, Eastern Marches

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“Void. I hate Midnosians.” Galeil sighed as the hunter barked at the other pyromancers.

If she was so good why didn’t she sit in the tower and make sure she showed all of them how it was done? The arrogance of the sun knew no bounds. The older pyromancer sighed as he eyed out of the arches as the sight of the Queen Roc falling toward the city was apparent as another one of the hunters remained on its back as the voidflesh melted from the bone. Yeah, that was the way to protect everyone! Make sure more of Uhladein was destroyed! What a great plan! On days like this he wasn’t sure what was going to kill him first; the void, or some ill-gotten plan from a hunter.

He wiped his nose as the thought passed him by, looking up at the rain. It was still pounding, but the clouds above seemed to be stirring. The storm would not be for much longer.

“Girl. Maybe, instead of barking at your lessers, you can pour some of your magic into the crystal. Storm’s about to break soon… and we will want the flame up as soon as possible. Unless you forgot that when you turned into... you.”

The ogre roared as the pink-haired Ldranti hunter was tossed aside, the void-corrupted creature’s voice booming through the crowd.

Black, corrupted blood painted the cracked, stone tiles it stood upon as it reverted its attention on the hunters and guardsmen before it. For the magically inclined, the air tasted wrong, like it did when void magic was present–like an arcane rot that permeated with such potentness it made even the smell of rotting flesh seem like that of daisies and tulips. A swirl of black and purple surrounded its arm-hole as more blood drooped from its fangs. It’s head began to jerk and jerk and jerk... until it suddenly and violently snapped in half. More guardsmen screamed in terror. Well, whoever was left and whoever had not run. As a few scrambled back in an attempt to create spacing, void flesh pooled over the limb, forming itself a new arm.

A void arm with four, sharp, dragonfang-like claws. The ogre laughed, but it had no mouth.

Teeth-like spikes jotted out of the split skull.

It charged forward, trying to grab the first thing it possibly could with its new claw. It did not pay any mind to its fellow void that was tumbling through the skies above.

Where It Always Rains

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April 7th, Year 1

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“So you’re one of those girls.”

Akari had heard it before, though admittedly in less of a… perky way. After all, for some girls the only way to get out of this crappy town was to get married to someone who was from Tokyo or Kyoto, or anywhere that wasn’t a dead end like Utsubyo was. Akari didn’t have those kinds of interests. If she was being honest, relationships were as much of a dead end and they certainly weren’t worth her time. Her dad hadn’t exactly lived up to a great father, so Akari didn’t think much of relationships. Had her mother not been so devoted to him, maybe she wouldn’t be halfway in a bottle every night?

It was a thought she thought about often, but now was not the time.

She shook her head, “I don’t know. Sounds so one dimensional to me. If I am going to get out of here its because I did it myself, not because I married some big shot.”

Where It Always Rains

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April 7th, Year 1

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“A fruitful member of society...” Akari mused as she looked at the girl blankly. “You sound like you rehearsed that line a thousand times.”

The raven-haired Japanese girl was somewhere between confused and annoyed as her peppy classmate declared she never broke a rule ever and that it was all part of a plan to… to… net a husband who would someday be Prime Minister of Japan? It sounded like some kind of made up thing, a fantasy she had formed in her head. Akari didn’t have those kinds of fantasies, nor did anyone else she knew of in town save for a few delusional members of her class. Who was Ichika trying to convince here? Akari or Ichika? It was strange, and that strangeness continued to pique Akari's curiosity enough to where she didn't tell Ichika that she didn't care and she should stop being annoying.

Or was Akari being over-serious again?

Steal Away The Light

Location: Uhladein, Eastern Marches

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“Finally!” A demented smile slunk onto Trantascilia’s lips as pillars of ice shot from her feet, melting as soon as they dropped to the streets below. “You come to face me! I’ve been waiting!”

Roc Queens were apex predators. A full grown Rock Queen with its wingspan spread out, it could sit on the entirety of the top on the rooftops of wondrous structures like the Grand Library of Prentis and the Emberdawn Keep. They fed on ogres and serpents alike, attacking galleons and wharfs with ease and it was here that the blue-haired hunter could face it in glorious combat. Two noble maidens gliding through the wind, aero and frost clashing in a duel that no normal human could imagine. It almost made her giddy.

Feelings such as joy and bliss were not ones that a Hunter of the Void typically felt. Most of those Trantascilia had worked with had been as insufferable as they were nihilistic. The pain in their bones and blood was a constant. They couldn’t sleep. They could barely taste food. She was no exception to this, of course, but despite the chilling cold burning in her bones she refused to admit defeat, less of all to the void. Zecimia called her a pampered idiot. Kelana proposed she was lying to herself. Miilieae told her she had lost her mind. Oh her friends, her comrades; how they were so utterly wrong. But all had their presumptions, she supposed. Often Trantascilia had said she was the “most sane” of their ilk.

No hunter of the void could stay completely sane, after all.

They fought nightmare monsters against impossible odds to not only save humankind but redeem it! But if you looked at the unending darkness and didn’t come out as a different person, then you… then you must be the Legendary Rimaeria Saldosius who stood against the void, alone, and with the burning passion of an entire kingdom in their soul! Neither Millieae or Trantascilia herself was Rimaeria, nor did Trantascilia try to be. She hadn’t broken in the same way as others had. Why should she be labeled as mad for rejecting the darkness instead of embracing it? Embracing it is how you ended up as a Fianna or Miriene!

Transcilia laughed underneath her breath as her feet touched the side of a rain-drenched clocktower, the water freezing as she hit the old stone as she began running up the clocktower to meet the corrupted creature. The hearthfire stood in the distance over her shoulder, above everything else in the city–that was her way up to meet the Roc Queen. When she reached the rooftop of the clocktower she spun into an aerial flip, meeting the side of the hearthfire keep as she had done with the clocktower.

“Come Vyelas! Let us dance with the tainted soul of a bird of prey! Let’s purify them into oblivion!”

The hum of her weapon vibrating in her mind as she ran past the Head Pyromancer as he looked out of a window at breakneck speeds. He lurched back in the archway almost on instinct.

“Don’t let the crystal shatter, boys!” She shouted over the storm, before she and the Roc finally began their dance proper.

She spun upward, spinning into a motion that represented a drill and she met the body of the Roc, her magicks freezing the Trantascilia-sized hole in its leftmost wing as it roared in anger before the blue-haired frostfire hunter landed on the back of the creature in a quick flip. Her laugh echoed across the skies as giant blue flames flashed behind the wings of the Roc despite the storm raging on.

Maybe she had lost her mind more than she insisted.

Pokémon Showdown! [Invite Only]

Lianne Silver

_______________________________________________ Anville Town | 17 | Femme Pokémon #1 - Quillie (Tranquil) | Female | Rivalry - Air Cutter - Feather Dance - Gust - Taunt Pokémon #2 - Mr. Z (Buizel) | Male | Water Veil - Aqua Jet - Growl - Quick Attack - Swift Pokémon #3 - Little Red (Larvesta)| Male | Swarm - Flame Charge - Flame Wheel - Leech Life - String Shot

Character Synopsis Lianne Silver lived in Anville Town for most of her life. The sound of moving trains was constant as she sat looking out the window of her apartment bedroom wondering about adventure and what-could-be. Her father had ditched them when she was young, so it was just her and her mother. When she was twelve, Lianne’s mother happened upon a new job that would take them to Mistralton City. As such Lianne would say goodbye to her friends in the most Lianne way possible: swearing to compete with them in life. Her friends laughed and told her they’d see her when they were the best Pokemon trainers in all of Unova and see who came out on top then. Lianne smiled. She settled in and a year later she was accepted into the marquee Pokemon Academy where she competes to this day as a member of Team Swanna. Character Ties Kennedy Flats TBD Sirius Leverant TBD