SleepingSilence

Pokemon: Farmhand For Hire (Suspended)

“Whatta’ good girl!” Miltank praised Fifi, once she was lifted and lovingly escorted into the kitchen. For nothing made his sister look more delighted to be alive; than watching someone else enjoy her cooking, or when she was feeding and pampering a child. So Lucario couldn’t imagine a happier trio, after he let out a relieved sigh and then followed them inside. Seeing the beaming chef gently stroke the cautious eevee on her lap, while she sat on a kitchen bench, which gave Miltank a front row seat to their kitchen table. Where Croconaw stood up on the corner chair, quickly gulping down his second helping of her steamy soup. With obvious signs of oatmeal still covering the gator's face, as he blissfully exhaled and patted his bloated belly.

Yet the wonderful scents present in the kitchen, would be no match for the delicious milk that Eevee was drinking straight from the source. “Aw. It’s sweet of ya to be so gentle. But you don’t hafta be shy. Drink your fill, lil’ one.” Miltank reassured, with her hoof holding onto a small soft brush, that made it easier to remove the knots out of Fifi’s fur. Sounding happy when she felt Fifi drinking faster, and watched some of the milk dribble from out of eevee’s greedy maw. “Good girl.” She cooed, while setting the hairbrush down at her side. Prompting Croconaw to take notice from his seat, as he giggled behind his raised claws.

Clean up your mess, and head to bed. Alright? Lucario urged Croconaw, as Chompy looked at him and nodded with a smile. Soon stacking up the four emptied bowls next to him, and then scampering off with them, in order to hop up onto a stool below the wide kitchen sink. Blasting his bowls clean, one by one, with a small burst of water from his gaping maw.

“Bleh-” Croconaw unleashed, before he put each power-rinsed bowl in the sink. Before Shepard decided to let the yawning gator jump down and waddle his way toward the door. So he could head to the sink and finish the process.

“Dear. Your mums’ asleep in the sewin’ room.” Miltank informed the Croconaw, as he smiled wide at Miltank.

“Thanks big sis.” Croconaw replied, before he eagerly headed out to venture upstairs. Leaving the kitchen around the same moment that Fifi cuddled up to Miltank’s plump belly.

Receiving a question that Miltank was proud to answer. “Hmm. Well, I don’t mean to jingle my own bell. But I was a bestseller in the city-” She touted.

Feeling better now? Shepard interjected in a pleasant tone. Reacting quick enough to comfortably catch the jumpy princess, as he let her climb onto his shoulder. We’re happy to have you here, Princess Fifi. Lucario responded, while answering her misunderstandings truthfully. It was my old master’s barn. But perhaps, I’ll show you more in the morning. He urged, proceeding to protectively follow Fifi up to their front door. You can sleep with me tonight, princess. Lucario offered, when she cowered underneath him. My bed is um—comfortable. He added sheepishly.

“Your hammock is a terrible place for such a delicate princess to sleep.” Miltank interrupted, as she gracefully approached from behind. “Plus, our brother snores like an Ursaring.” She referred to Sceptile, who slept on the other side of the same large bedroom that Lucario did.

Naming an RP

Use bad puns.

The best part of the roleplaying medium⁠—is that its collaborative and adaptable. So try asking your group or partners for alternative titles. (And you can always *change and edit* them when you've decided on a better one.)

Because while your title/cover is important for a novel. A roleplay can make due. If it has enough detail and intrigue in its "sales pitch". So don't let the title hold you back.

However, brainstorming more details and potential plot ideas to your RP, will certainly help you in making a title that fits the story you're creating.

Pokemon: Farmhand For Hire (Suspended)

Lucario and Miltank were still standing in the foyer. As Sceptile and Noctowl took one last look at the Eevee, who proceeded to snuggle up closer to Shepard’s chest. Before Noctowl flew off of Lucario’s shoulder and got cozy on top of Sceptile’s head, as he yawned with a smile and led them both upstairs.

“Your pout is cute.” Sceptile teased, halfway up the stairs. Making Noctowl promptly bury her face within her wings.

“Oh hush.” She murmured.

Soon followed by Lucario hearing the Eevee’s revealing comments, that he knew Miltank also understood better than most of the others did. But at least she didn’t have many memories of her past family. Now hold on. You’re not in any condition to go back out in that storm. Shepard pressed in a calm and serious tone. With the sound of distant thunder still booming outside. And it’s okay to need help sometimes dear. You’re still young. Lucario reassured the Eevee, proceeding to carry her over toward the kitchen’s left-open door. As the chef quietly walked along behind Shepard. So let’s just get you something to eat first, okay? Lucario noted, unwrapping the Eevee from his raincoat.

"Lemme take care of that, hun’." Miltank softly offered her assistance, and took the coat from his paw. So that she could go over and put it up on the coat rack pole.

Thank you. Lucario accepted, knowing that she wouldn’t sleep a wink until the children were comfortable. You can call me Shepard, dear. But you still haven’t told me your name yet. Lucario addressed Fifi, not wanting to use ‘princess’ anymore, if it caused her more distress. Still focusing on and cradling the young Eevee within his arms, as he heard her stomach begin to rumble.

“That can wait. A strong girl oughta' to fill her tummy.” Miltank gently encouraged the Eevee, in a more cheerful disposition. Since Lucario was unsure how to react, once Fifi squirmed around to be let down. Only to start crying in his paws again, as he started to loosen his sturdy grip on her.

Causing the leader to hesitate. Wait. What should I do now…? He wondered.

Prompting Miltank to take charge and speak up in a warm tone. “Sssh. Sssh. Comere’ sweet pea.” Miltank cooed. Able to pique Eevee’s interest, with her soothing voice and very pleasant-smelling aroma. “Big gals are brave, aren’t they?” Miltank asked her sweetly. With Lucario allowing Fifi to be taken into her motherly hooves. So whether Fifi wanted to act tough or remain coddled; Miltank’s words seemed to compel her. Even it was merely Eevee’s stomach doing most of the listening.

For the longer she remained sad near the Miltank, the more Fifi would start to crave her sweet-smelling milk. As if it was a powerful magnet for hungry and upset children. Strongly pulling Fifi’s attention away from her feeling of loneliness, to instead focus on her current needs, and be calmingly lured closer to Miltank’s potent udders. “Would ya like to taste some of the best milk in the land, princess?” Miltank asked with a big smile, recognizing that Fifi liked the title. “You can sit with me, and drink as much as ya want on my lovely lap.” The chef offered, letting Eevee have the chance to be fondly held, and be full.

The RPG Michigang (non MI-ganders are welcome)

Have you ever met one person on an Anonymous forum that shares the same state as you?

So to answer that. More so than simply knowing (or having video chatted) people from my state and elsewhere all over the world. From various mutual activities, forums much included.

Yes, I've personally met them too. One being a particular example that strengthens my personal stance that "you don't treat friends as merely disposable." (And it's good to treat strangers well. Because you never know when karma will come around.)

As someone that I talked to on occasion, just happened to live less than 30 minutes away from me. (And that happened to come at a time, where I desperately needed to move.) So thanks to my friend who I knew for a few months tops at that point, and nobody else, I was able to start what I consider to be the turning point of my life.

So believe me, if I had the chance to met more. I'd do it in a heartbeat.

The RPG Michigang (non MI-ganders are welcome)

My parents sold their lakeside properties, up there late last year. (When the sellers market was at its peak.) But it was close to 'Reading, Michigan', and I was basically the only one that liked going up there in the end.

But now I'm pretty disconnected from that state. (And now, all I have are several kayaks that I'll never use, stuffed in one of my backyard sheds. <.<')

So, I was in the gang for a lot of my adolescence. If that counts for anything.

At least they aren't Ohioans.

But hey, mortgages for homes are pretty cheap. :D

Ban the Person above you

Banned for banning the one questioning my inability to spell simple words. >:I

Pokemon: Farmhand For Hire (Suspended)

Lucario was left speechless at Fifi’s abrupt mood swing, from perky to teary-eyed. Whereas the other two had a more immediate reaction to it. “Oh you poor dear. Was it something I said?” Noctowl murmured with worry, quickly fluttering over to Lucario’s other shoulder, in order to not be so close to Eevee’s face. Before Noctowl suddenly realized that someone else was absent too. “Wait, Shepard. Were you teasing her just now?” She questioned him, with a piercing stare. “And where is the hatchling?” Noctowl added, before Lucario had any hope to defend himself. Only looking a bit stunned in response, as Shepard saw the second door on his right had swiftly opened to reveal a concerned Miltank. Along with a wonderful smell, that came from the same room that she had peered out of.

“Iz someone cryin' out there?” Miltank asked in a softer heartfelt tone, not wanting to disturb whoever was still sleeping inside. A question that prompted the Sceptile to turn around and smile slyly at their Resident Chef. Soon pointing his claws over at the Eevee that was being carried in their leader’s arm.

Wait. No. She referred to herself as- Lucario stammered, as he looked down at Fifi. Please don’t cry. Lucario pleaded, not wanting to keep forcing her to be calmer with his mana. Nor continue to receive the judging and heartbroken expressions of ‘the two big sisters’ of their family.

“Not so good with kids are ya, Shepard?” Sceptile teased, as he proceeded to amble over toward the front door. Casually setting the newspaper on top of a square table in his path, that had a pile of their Master’s unopened mail. “I’ll get Chompy back.” Sceptile offered, giving his leader a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “You can take care of our new guest.” He added. Though Noctowl was quick to chide the Sceptile’s laid-back posturing.

“You should’ve been the one to get the hatchling in the first place. But you were still halfway in bed.” Noctowl hooted, landing on Lucario’s shoulder to point at him with her wing.

You two aren’t helping the situation by squabbling. Lucario urged them calmly, as the pair stopped and looked away from each other.

“Sorry, Shepard.” They replied. As Sceptile headed outside and only managed to take a few steps forward, before noticing an oncoming ball of light that was rising up and over the hill. Turning out to be the hectic Croconaw, holding out the lantern in front of his limited vision. Swiftly running into the Sceptile’s awaiting bushy tail, as he let go of the lantern and latched onto his leg.

“Big green brother!” Croconaw exclaimed in hysterical relief. His flowing tears indistinguishable from the rain itself. Before Sceptile easily lifted both Chompy and the lantern up within his arms.

* * *

Meanwhile, Miltank had carefully approached Fifi, so long as she didn’t upset the little one any further. While Shepherd seemed to understand why Eevee acted so distressed in the first place. Like he was a Mind Reader. I apologize. I didn’t mean to bring up your bad memories. Lucario suggested, as if he was merely guessing. But I need to call you something. So would you tell us your name, dear?

With Noctowl speaking up for the concerned-looking Miltank. “And our chef here has made something scrumptious for you to eat.” She stated, as the Miltank warmly nodded her head.

* * *

“There, there. Bud. I’ve come to the rescue.” Sceptile reassured him in a relaxed tone, as he walked back inside. Feels nice out here. Bet my crops are loving it. The Resident Gardener thought, as he held out Croconaw like a prize to show the others who were still in the foyer. “He’s fine.” Sceptile said, with his claws gently wiping the gator’s tears away.

Bringing smiles of relief to both Lucario and Miltank. Although Noctowl’s glare remained unimpressed. "Small thanks to you." She scoffed.

As Croconaw immediately perked up to the smell of his favorite oatmeal and vegetable soup. Practically leaping from Sceptile’s claws and raising his stubby arms in the air. “Food!” He squealed excitedly, to Noctowl’s prompt shushing. “Thanks big sis.” Croconaw thanked Miltank in a lower volume, as he waddled off toward the kitchen’s door.

“So…can I go back to sleep now?” Sceptile interrupted, with a sleepy smile directed at Noctowl. Who predictably huffed and puffed out her chest in displeasure.

Before Shepard bowed his head and addressed the adults. I’m truly grateful for the three of you, for staying up on your time off. Lucario said. But I insist that you all try to get some more rest tonight. I’ll watch over the children and send them to bed.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I might humor people a little too much, and a little too long.

Ban the Person above you

Bad for starving me. :C

Pokemon: Farmhand For Hire (Suspended)

Shepard’s coat kept Fifi protected from the ongoing storm. Not that her short-lived protests seemed to realize it, before they came to a sudden stop. Relax princess. Lucario responded in a gentle tone, as he was able to cradle the Eevee comfortably in one arm. Despite all her squirming—it was likely to invoke feelings of being pampered by a parental figure. Our home is warm, and my family are the kindest bunch you’ll ever meet. Lucario assured her, as he reached out to pull open the door. Soon proving the first true, once he stepped inside and the Eevee was then greeted by a brightly-lit foyer. With its cozy warmth becoming apparent, shortly after he shut the door behind him. Making it easier for Fifi to relax—if it wasn’t for Lucario’s latter statement coming into immediate question.

Whereas Eevee could gaze at any of the eclectic art pieces and other rustic furnishings that adorned this long spacious hallway. Ones far more quaint than her past life would be used to. Or let one’s curiosity run wild, at the numerous closed-off doors and distant stairwell in her sights. It was all still unmistakably human in design. Sharing a similar level of pristine neatness that royal families tended to uphold for social standings. But even the thought of humans being within the vicinity, wasn’t enough to distract Fifi from what she would be witnessing.

“And-when-the-hatch-ling-gets-back-you’ll-tell-him-that-you’re-sorry.” She hooted.

A visibly perturbed Noctowl fluttering above a tired Sceptile. Not that he appeared to be affected by the lady’s scolding. With her talon holding onto a rolled-up newspaper, and repeatedly smacking the unflinching leaf pokemon’s head and shoulders with it. Even if it wasn’t very hard, or meant to hurt the Sceptile at all. Shepard was quick to alert the two of his arrival. Ahem. I didn’t think this would still be going on... Lucario uttered aloud in their heads.

Making the Noctowl drop her newspaper and correct course fast, as the Sceptile let out a weary sigh. Likely both giving Fifi a warmer welcome than she first expected. With Sceptile sounding a lot more casual than how Lucario spoke, as he gave off the impression of being friendly and laid-back. Opposed to how intense and nosy Noctowl became, as she flew up to Shepard.

“Sorry miss. We didn’t mean to startle you.” Sceptile apologized, as he rubbed underneath his eyes and bent over to pick up the paper discarded on the hardwood floor.

“Oh my! You poor dear. You're soaked to the bone! What happened? Were you injured?” Noctowl asked in a motherly tone, with Shepard looking down at Fifi. Using his ability to calm her again, if it proved to be necessary.

The princess will be fine, once she’s eaten something and gotten her rest. Lucario said to all of them. Prompting the pair to tilt their heads in opposite directions, as Fifi finally had time to speak up.