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POSTED ON Nov 12, 2024 2:00:44 GMT

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The redhead was glad for the Noivern’s stillness. Some patients twitched on the table. Others woke up in the middle of treatment. Fortunately, there seemed to be no issue there. Her Jumpluff continued to bob around the top of the table. Little crimson eyes were glued on the Noivern’s face.
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“They thrive in that environment.” Her on the other hand? She preferred quiet and order. “I prefer things a little less crowded.” Which was much less possible with her mother, father, and brother-in-law temporarily shacking up with them.
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At the question, Aubre took a moment to examine her handiwork. Everything looked good. The rest of the tears would be better left to heal on their own. Lulu’s obvious concern made her soften about those earlier impressions. Accidents happened in battle. And not all Pokemon were forced into that life. Maggie herself was proof of that. “I would make sure she has something soft to lay on to start.”
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Why not state the obvious? What monster would put her on a cold floor? There’s a deep breath as the doctor ponders a moment more. “I would also invest in a decently sized heating pad. It will help with the bone aches.” Above all else, she needed to remain relatively calm.
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“I know this sounds weird but a TV can help. Give her something to take her mind off the injury.” Al’s texts (and tendency to spoil) told her he could follow most plots well enough. Again, her eyes swept over the bat’s prone form. She was double (quadruple, really) checking that she’d closed what she needed to. “Anything high protein can speed up recovery too.”
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Now, it was time to support the fracture. Which wasn’t going to be easy for a bat of this size. Aubre turned back to the printout of the x-rays in front of her. She murmured a few things as she left a few lines across the paper. It didn’t look too damaged. With that done, she got to work stiffening the weak wing with a mixture of bandages and a padded tube (that looked like an extra long straw).

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✦ Please leave Al a review on Yelp.

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The redhead pulls her jacket tighter around herself. But the comfort is limited. The chills down her spine—the feeling of a hundred eyes watching her—remain. Flat tennis shoes freeze as the Phanpy touches the ground, almost as if she expects the ground to swallow him up. “Thank you.” She wishes she’d asked the little guy’s name.
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The gratefulness fades as the pint-sized pachyderm continues down the path. Everything in her screams that this path is wrong. That there’s something at the end that she doesn’t want to deal with. But she follows along anyway. Marcus looms over her like a shadow, his beady eyes flicking worriedly from side to side. With a glance at the dragon—who snorts in irritation—the doctor continues forward.
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From the fog, a cabin rises like some weird behemoth. “It looks like something out of The Evil Dead.” Aubre quietly murmurs as she looks at its silhouette. Se recalls watching that horror movie during one of her and Madd’s get togethers. She hadn’t had the heart to tell her horror movies made her nervous. But, now, she can’t think of anything else. A hand dips to her wrist as if expecting to find a chainsaw.
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Big green eyes dart from the hanging branches to the patchy roof. Then, she notices the backs on the porch. It looks like they’ve been sat there with intent. Not discarded or cast aside in a panic. “Eva—” Aubre always had a fear of knocking on strange doors. An anxiety only enforced by her mother’s hawking. Her heart pounds at the knock. But no one answers. The cabin is disturbingly quiet.

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A hand reaches back to squeeze Marcus’s paws as she steps lightly on to the porch. Slowly, she approaches the shattered window pane to the door’s left and peeks inside. Inside are shadows, some of them moving. She can make out a susurrus of voices. They sound scared. “I think there’s someone in—” A scream tears out as a vine shoots through the window and tugs her forward by the arm.
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Through a hall in the cabin’s roof, she can see a single eye open on a tree above her. Like someone had swelled a Trevenant to ten times its normal size.
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Marcus is too slow to grab her as she’s brought through the window and slammed into the floor.

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✦ Let's get spooky.

BY GUNSMILE

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Sacrifice to the Toddler Gods [M][O]

POSTED ON Nov 6, 2024 9:47:21 GMT

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This was her third grocery store. Unfortunately, the other two looked like they’d been picked over by a Mandibuzz. Likely a mixture of wartime panic and the time of the month. Still, she had emerged (mostly) victorious in her foraging. Only one item remained unclaimed: Special Edition Plant-Based Snom Nuggets. Her toddler usually wolfed down Daddy’s culinary masterpieces without complaint. But one commercial for these tofu blobs and she’d become obsessed.
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And, judging by the freezer section at the other stores, the young people of Hoenn were some kind of hivemind. Now, she had an insatiable toddler who refused to eat anything else. Even Leon’s homemade pasta could not sway those stubborn baby blues.
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‘I want Snom nuggets!’ The same demand played on repeat. Sometimes it was uttered in Alto Maren.
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As Aubre rounded the corner—a little empty basket swinging from her hands—her heart pounded in her chest. A Magearna shuffled behind her, occasionally stopping to bow at people, Pokemon, and the freezers. “All right, Aubre. Aisle 18. French fries, uncrustables, pretzels, and—” Tired eyes lit up as she saw it. A single, slouched bag of pressed soy on the top shelf.
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Her wan smile turned authentic for a moment. “!” But she wasn’t the only person in the aisle. Her heart stopped. Green eyes widened as she watched a hand reach into the freezer. No! They can’t be!” Driven by exhaustion and desperation, the doctor reached for the bag just as it came out of the freezer. "Excuse me!” Her words died in her throat. There was no justification for this. She’d almost tackled them.
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Way to be a jackass, Aubre. Just show everyone your true colors.[break][break]
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Fingers tightened desperately in cold plastic. “I need these.”

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✦ The doctor is attempting to quell a toddler[break]
✦ Open foraging mission[break]

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Overdue Farewell [M][O]

POSTED ON Nov 6, 2024 9:39:34 GMT

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Though this could be seen as a family activity, it’s not one Aubre brings Michaela to. Mostly because she wants her daughter to see her as someone strong for just a little while longer. That and these emotions were private. It was a closing chapter in a tale that’d been started long before she knew Leon Settentrione.
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A soft blanket lay beneath her and the Heliolisk beside her. Little stitches stuck up from its surface, the result of the doctor’s picking. The sky was beginning to dapple with the colors of a marine sunset.[break][break]
While one hand laid over the lizard’s, the other was locked around a vial around her neck. Inside were little granules of ash. A fact that had shattered her when the funeral home handed over the urn. “It really is a beautiful night for it, huh?” Alastor turned to face her with big blue eyes.
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His claws gave his trainer’s hand a squeeze. “That surfing really--" The ginger tossed her head. That might have pushed this realization along, but it’d been coming a long time. [break][break]
“Evangeline wouldn’t want us to be like this.” The electric type bobbed his head. That sister of theirs was all heart. The idea that she’d caused them pain would have broken her. Just like it’d do to Aubre. The pair really were two peas in a pod.
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The lizard croaks as a Mantine bursts from the dappled waves in front of them. It makes a mournful noise as it curls toward the sky. Three more follow in a miniature migration. “I—I suppose that’s as good a sign as any.” With tears in her eyes, the doctor moves to pull off her necklace. Her hands squeeze her Mantine’s ashes until the crystal leaves an imprint.
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Alastor follows her to his feet. He takes time to dust himself free of sand. “I—I still sometimes wish it was me.” A selfish admission earned a growl from the Heliolisk.

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‘She wouldn’t.’ He tapped back on his tablet. 'She'd do it again a hundred times over. You're worth it.'

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Warm water lapped against their ankles as they walked into the surf.

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✦ Aubre is saying farewell to her Mantine Evangeline (Eva)[break]
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Death is Our Last Solo [M][O]

POSTED ON Nov 6, 2024 9:32:02 GMT

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An emergency call had come in early this morning. There was an injured Breloom trapped by an Ariados web. A few trainers tried to help it, but they weren’t sure what to do. Their Pokeballs don't work. Which meant that this poor injured roo was someone’s friend. While she wasn’t a ranger, people knew she had a soft heart. A fact that might one day prove her undoing. But—much to Leon Settentrioné’s chagrin—it wasn’t something she would change.
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After luring the bug’s away with a Sweet Scent, the redhead approached the lump buried by cotton candy webs. Her lips were already drooping. Her natural pessimism could not ignore how still the Breloom was.
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You're too little, too late, Aubre. Just like always.
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“Roman, can you cut the strands away?” The Kabutops sidles up beside her. His great, plate-sized head dips in a nod as he knees beside the web. “Just be careful, please. The last thing I want is to add a cut to all of this.” If he could, the water type would have smiled. He knew how the young woman worried.
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Slowly, the cotton candy fluff gave way to a prone green figure. Its body was marked by bites and poison nettles. While certainly resistant to such things, it could not tolerate such a shock. “Here, let me just—” Scarred hands looped under the still Breloom’s shoulders as she tugged it free.
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Her back screamed, but she ignored it.

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“Loooooooom?” It tilted dreary, exhausted eyes toward her. Red claws tightened weakly around her hand. His veins are more toxin than blood at this point.
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Now free of the webs, the redhead laid a gentle hand upon its head. Bitten nails ran gently through its short fur.
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“Hey.” Her voice is a comforting whisper. “Rough day, huh?” The Breloom’s skin is cool to the touch. Thick, muscular legs are disturbingly still.

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The bright red claws are curled inward. Even though she knows the battle’s lost, she reaches for her bag all the same. The antidote—flavored with berry juice—takes a minute to force down.
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A little dribble of water falls from Roman’s claw into its dry beak. It swallows as the redhead pulls a vial from her bag. “Drink this for me, all right?” The pain medicine that followed softened the stress in the grass-type’s face.
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But, she doubts it’s the analgesic doing it.
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He just didn’t want to die alone.

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[M][O] Cotton Down Throwdown

POSTED ON Nov 6, 2024 9:22:40 GMT

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Aubre’s dream of championship died the day her Mantine did. It’d been burnt out of her by hellfire and fangs. For years after, the very idea of a Pokemon battle made her fit.
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But she was now three badges deep into a gym challenge. A fourth one was already scheduled. And a glance to her right reminded her why.
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A bright pink Jumpluff hovered just over her shoulder. Its red eyes were hungry for battle. “Pluff!” Maggie cried as her eyes settled on another trainer.
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“Really? Are you sure?” Aubre’s eyes met the grass type’s eyes. Unfortunately, only the first gym had been a good fit for the tiny grass type. So, she had a chip on her pom-poms. An urge to continue the dream her and her trainer once shared. “Let’s see if they’re—” The doctor sighed as the Jumpluff dashed ahead. “Maggie, wait!”
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The pink blob came to a stop in front of the other trainer. Her lab coat flows after her as the doctor stumbles to a stop. Its dandelion fluff fists rotated, beckoning for battle. “Sorry about her.” Aubre apologized sheepishly. The Jumpluff quivers fiercely. “She’s been on a gym kick lately.”

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✦ Open Super Training[break]

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Normally, Aubre would pause to clean the wound. Then, she’d bandage it with surprisingly confident movements (considering her usual demeanor). But, right now, there are bigger things to worry about. Like an entire forest trying to kill (or at least hurt them). Which, honestly, could very well be deserved. Humans did terrible things to the forest. By the time she turns to face Eva’s gasp, the tree is gone.
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The doctor goes completely still for a moment. Her heart pounds in her chest. At this point, only a sliver of emerald green is visible in her eyes. For a moment, she’s the picture of a mouse trapped in a serpent’s gaze. But that shatters with a shout. “Marcus!” The redhead drops to her knees beside the dragon. Her normally kind face is surprisingly fierce, like a mother cat protecting her kittens. “I did.” She squares her shoulders.
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An arm wraps itself around the dragon’s shoulder as she tries to get him to his feet. Blood drips from three long scratches across his body. The one on his face looks like something tried to peel him. “I think it wanted us to.” The lack of result from the TAKE DOWN draws a thoughtful frown. If a normal attack didn’t hurt it, that meant they were dealing with one or two things. Something spectral or something dark.
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The rustling leaves sound like a smothered laugh.
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She doesn’t think for an instant it’s just one tree, but she follows anyway. But as they leave this place, she continuously looks behind her. “I don’t think that tree limb could have lifted him.” The tears along the sleeve make her hopeful that he’d managed to get away. But if he had, wouldn’t there be signs of his blundering ahead? Where had his daughter stood?
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As they continue down the path, Aubre can’t help but feel like they’re being guided. Almost like some poor farm Pokemon to the slaughter. The path ahead is creepily clear, even if there’s no sign of a trail. Almost as if the trees are clearing the way.
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“Eva—” She hesitates for a moment, wondering if her instincts are right. “Have the Phanpy Odor Sleuth again.” Marcus pauses to wipe blood from his face. “I have a bad feeling about this trail.”

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PASSERBY ANALYTICS HQ #8

POSTED ON Oct 23, 2024 1:46:01 GMT

Passerby Analytics HQ #8

Answered In-Character Online at Home

#1
"What is your favorite Hoenn spot?"

I absolutely adore Oldale. It's a charming, beautiful town. I've never felt so at home.
#2
"What's your favorite Bug-type Pokemon?"

I am not sure it's professional of me to pick a favorite Pokemon. But, if I had to show favoritism, I might say Butterfree. Their wings are absolutely beautiful, and their migration are truly a sight to behold.
#3
"Do you have any allergies? If so, what are they?"

Do mental allergies count? If not, I'm currently allergy-free.
#4
"If you could get a single word descriptor as a title, what would it be?

I feel like this is a trick question. You can't say anything too egotistically, but I doubt self-depreciation is the goal either. I'd like to be seen as benevolent.
#5
"What is your favorite instrument?"

Musical I am not. Quite the opposite in fact. I do think harps make beautiful music, however.
#6
"When was the last time you had fun?"

That Mantine surfing event put a smile on my face. I just wish my happiness wasn't always so bittersweet.

#7
"If everything in the world were to suddenly change, what is the one and only thing you'd want to stay constant?"

My family. That's sort of a cheap answer, isn't it? I would want people to remain kind.
#8
"How is your decorating sense? Do you have an eye for design?"

I would probably put it at a 7 out of 10? I'm really shy with my decorating. I would hate for someone to gouge their eyes out.
#9
"What would you name your kids? or what are your favorite names?"

I named my eldest Michaela. It's the Alto Maran spelling. I would like the next one, if there is one, to be more Galarian in origin. If it's a girl, I would like to reference my Mantine's name someow.
#10
"If you were to be able to put down everything you were doing, no strings attached, all loose ends tied cleanly, what'd be a nice retirement plan? Any holiday destinations or a bucket list?"

I would feel so lost without my work. I would maybe visit and help out at sanctuaries across the world.
#11
"What physical part of you do you find the most attractive?"

I do not find any part of me attractive. But I rarely tak a look in the mirror these days.
#12
"How do you get your caffeine?"

I love tea.
#13
"Do you think love can bloom even on a battlefield?"

I think it's a weird place to fall in love, but it's not impossible. I'd prefer understanding first.
#14
"What question do you yearn to find an answer to?"

How can we reach the understanding with Pokemon tat the ancient's have?
#15
What do you think of a god's relationship with their people? Can a god do wrong?
If I were a god (fat chance), I would want to be a servant to my people. Just like a police officer or a politician. I believe that everyone can err, and that those we hold in high regard are no different.

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POSTED ON Oct 20, 2024 21:50:48 GMT

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The redhead hastens to catch up. “Yeah, he does.” She admits after a moment. Miniature alarm bells ring in her head, but she does her best to silence them. This takes the form of toying with the loose threads on her sleeve’s hem. “It must have fell out when he took off.” That or something grabbed him before he could make a peep. Green eyes slide up to the branches around them.
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A low whistle erupts from her lips. But the only response she gets is the rattling of the branches around them. It sounds almost like laughter.
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That trumpet shakes her from the reverie. She’s quick to chide herself. “Focus.” The younger doctor whispers to her growing anxiety. She was here to help find missing travelers, not breakdown in the middle of some woods. Fortunately, Eva’s Pokemon gives them a path forward aside from nervous terror. With a nod, Aubre rushes to follow Rayquaza’s former avatar. “You don’t have to say that twice.” She shouts to be heard through the fog.
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Being left alone in this place would be the straw that broke the Camerupt’s back. The other woman’s screams send Aubre blundering forward after Eva. Only a last minute swivel stops her from meeting a similar fate. “!?” Eva’s words follow on the heels of the tumble. “Are you all— sure?” Her hands hover above her backpack strap. “That looksed like a pretty bad tumble, Eva.” But a fluttering nearby caught her eyes.

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Her heart drops. For a moment, she stares at the tree just above the Phanpy’s trunk. But slowly, her eyes raise to the macabre flag fluttering in the wind. “How did it get up there?” Were they trying to spot a way out? Climbing to escape a predator? “Ricardo, can you—” He’s not here, moron. The yawning emptiness beside her throbs like a rotten tooth. She remedies this by calling out her Dragonite, Marcus.

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A silent point is all it takes to get the shirt down.

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But just as it pulls away, the entire tree seems to turn. Thick branches pivot and knock the rehabilitated dragon from the sky. The bloodied flannel falls with him and drops over his stunned muzzle.

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ACTIVITY CHECK (OCT '24)

POSTED ON Oct 18, 2024 17:07:59 GMT

shiv, jayden cross, and 4 more like this

player/ooc name: Dyfalu
character tags: Ezra Settentrione Lydia Magnusson Aubre McKenna-Settentrione Nikita Sokolov Kazuya Yoshida Calpurnia Kubrick Madeline McKenna Biscotti Kingsley
dropped characters' tags (if applicable): N/A (we'll see)
ic posts for characters:
pkmn-hoenn.boards.net/thread/46511/rocker-meets-idol (Ez)
pkmn-hoenn.boards.net/thread/44608/runaway-ride-josh (Lyd)
pkmn-hoenn.boards.net/thread/47712/broken-wings-sw (Aubs)
pkmn-hoenn.boards.net/thread/47618/fox-hound-skirmish-nikita (Nikita)
pkmn-hoenn.boards.net/thread/47872/haunting-on-hill-hgt (Kazu)
pkmn-hoenn.boards.net/thread/47466/jail-kelpie-breaker-spirits (Kelpie)
pkmn-hoenn.boards.net/thread/47415/skirmish-katharina-madd (Madd)
pkmn-hoenn.boards.net/thread/47582/skirmish-scotti-maki (Scotti)
are characters in directories?: Y
any notes/comments: Still going great!

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Broken Wings [SW]

POSTED ON Oct 15, 2024 0:21:20 GMT

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Ricardo’s jumping paused. The bird’s fan-like crest spread in curiosity. It was apparent he’d heard something. “Corio?” The redhead stopped beneath him. A ginger brow rose as she toyed with the strap of her laptop bag. The bird’s pin feathers spread outward in a point. Those emerald eyes followed his wing’s contours to spot a bird a few trees up the road. Though it was its leek she spotted first.
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Then, she picked out the brown feathers just above the branch. The color was warmer than what was present in the bark beneath it. “It’s a Farfetch’d!” There’s a burst of childlike wonder on her face for a moment. She turns a grin to the ghoulish bird above her. He tweets back. If he could shift his beak, Ricardo would offer up a charming smile. But, by then, Aubre was already worried he was just humoring her.
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“They’re one of the most resilient bird Pokemon out there. It’s a good sign.” Lavender wings returned to their former position as he tilted his head. A little circle of his head indicated his trainer should keep going. “Are they all right?” What ensued was a series of fast-paced squawks and tweets. Finally, Ricardo offered a nod. “So, he’s not our guy then.” A shake of the head.
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A scarred hand lifted in a wave as the Farfetch’d dipped back inside its hidey-hole. “Sorry we bothered you!” She scattered a few Pokeblocks on the forest floor. "I'll just--there are some treats outside."
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Then, with nothing for a doctor to do, they pressed forward.

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✦Flying/Water

BY GUNSMILE

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February 17

Turffield

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Take Two and Call Me in the Morning

POSTED ON Oct 15, 2024 0:17:58 GMT

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There’s something wondrous about the bond between a human and their Pokemon. It’s one of her favorite things about the world. It was nice to see it set against a happier backdrop for once. Typically, Aubre saw these relationships at their most strained, Many times—when suffering came to a head—the doctor was forced to sever them. Still, the result of those cases was peace. And, deep down, envy.
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“You two seem happy.” Her Blissey agrees with this sentiment with a hard nod. The bird’s reactions only make that fact more apparent. “That’s all that matters.” As Lisette thanks her, that gnawing guilt swells up again. It made her wish it came with theme music, like in Jaws. To be even a little irritated about this visit was unbecoming of her. Though, the girl didn’t seem to notice.
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Aubre replies with a nod and her typical, nervous smile. It’s reminiscent of a Deerling in a glade. It looked like a cracked twig could frighten it off. “I’m glad I could help.” Even if your worthless ass didn’t actually do anything. The doctor took a deep breath as green eyes dropped to her Blissey. With its trademark waddle, the normal-type departed from the room. The joke stings before she manages to untangle it.
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The grin is of a different tone.
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“Well, you and—” She realizes the bird doesn’t have a name on the paperwork. And, while the Blissey likely had one, the tweets and clucks were a bit hard to capture in human tongues. The doctor settles for inclining a head in the Espathra’s direction. “--your friend are welcome back anytime.” Aubre doesn’t turn as her laptop gives a little beep. Alastor’s comment wouldn’t be helpful. Little brat couldn’t stop himself from eavesdropping.
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At the question, the redhead nods. “That’s correct.” There’s a pause as she scribbles something on a piece of paper—the prescription. “And don’t worry if you see her licking it.” The next smile is a grim thing. “No Pokemon ever does it twice.” While she didn’t have firsthand knowledge, the stuff apparently tasted like wet toilet paper dipped in mayonnaise.

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✦The good doctor wants her day off

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Turffield

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POSTED ON Oct 15, 2024 0:15:36 GMT

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The redhead flushed. Her fingers gently surfed the edges of her backpack, taking solace in the honeycomb texture of the straps. “Probably a little too prepared.” She’d even brought a window hammer for a car. Something that didn’t take up much space but was useless given the circumstances. After a moment, Aubre tossed the bag back over her shoulder. Her own flashlight cast out a beam in front of her.
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But somehow this brightness just made the darkness feel more oppressive. She wonders if breathing in the fog. Almost as if it wanted to snuff out these little lights. At Eva’s question, Aubre offers up a nervous smile. The pair are trying to reassure each other, but behind the mirror paranoid cracks are spreading. “Yeah. I’m all right.” She sighs as she takes a step away from the trees. That light beam sweeps over the now normal branches again. “I think my nerves are getting the best of me.”
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Aubre waits for the professor to turn away before moving again. Her flashlight swept toward the forest canopy. She hoped Ricardo’s lavender feathers would stand out, even in the sea of white. But all she sees is fog and strange shapes. The flying-type’s chipper song is absent.
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It’s strange, she thinks. The weather wasn’t right for fog. And it didn’t feel normal either. More like snow than condensation.
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“That’s a good idea.” The sight of the Phanpy coaxes out a small smile. “His nose shouldn’t be bothered by the fog.” For a moment, she thinks about bringing out another of her Pokemon, but something tells her not to. The last thing she wanted is to lose someone else in this place.
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As they leave the tiny clearing, Aubre pauses for just a moment. She notes a lavender feather beneath her feet, Though not sure why she does it, Aubre sets it on top of a stump.

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✦ Let's get spooky.

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flightless

POSTED ON Oct 15, 2024 0:12:38 GMT

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“Bats?” There’s a slight pause as she pulls another strand together. Green eyes briefly meet those of the disguised scientist. The window between them quickly vanished. “As in more than one?” Obviously. Moron. For a moment, an emerald gaze lingers on the injuries. Hopefully, they’re in better shape than this one. Her own team was a motley crew. She loved all Pokemon equally. But she’d always had a soft spot for birds.
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The other woman’s words make her chuckle. “I can understand the temptation.” But to her, that sort of life would be boring. In fact, it’d been that exact fate Leon had offered on their marriage. His family was wealthy, and there was no need for her to work. She could have stayed home and focused wholly on raising her daughter. That never felt like enough. While her work could make a world of difference to one little girl, the redhead wanted to do more.
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That was why—of all the places in this Arceus forsaken world—some part of her was glad they ended up here. “Well, I would take that as a compliment.” Or, at the very least, a normal person would. Aubre was known to read too much into everything under the sun.
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“You’ll want to keep her out of the aerie while she heals.” Just one more monster tear to go. “There’s a lot that can happen in a roost.”

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✦ Please leave Al a review on Yelp.

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POSTED ON Oct 6, 2024 20:35:39 GMT

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There were people that needed her help. That was a fact that her martyr complex couldn’t ignore. It helped that it let her spend time with an adult who wasn’t her on-the-rocks husband or her helicopter parents. So, she’d accepted.
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When she’d arrived, it wouldn’t be wrong to say she seemed a little too prepared. For a few hour hike, she’d packed a medium-sized backpack with everything under the sun.
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Since the point of this was self propulsion, she’d opted to bring her Oricorio. The charming, suave bird flitted through the leaves around them. But, as they continued, the rotten, moist branches seemed to struggle to hold his weight. Surprisingly, she’d been able to handle things so far. The typical specter—whatever curse haunted her back—seemed to have been hushed by the forest.
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For the hundredth time, Aubre stops to wipe the sweat from her brows. Green eyes peer up at the trees around them. These don’t feel right. Her and daddy loved visiting this place, and these were not the trees she remembered. Now, the air around them fell dark. Even though when she’d last looked it’d still been afternoon. A shiver ran down the doctor’s back. She turned around to where they’d came, but the trail looked unfamiliar. “It really is.”

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Scarred fingers reach for and tug out her cellphone. Her lips purse together as she stares at the X in the upper corner. She swipes through her screen until she gets a full picture of her daughter on the last screen. She opens the map, but it refuses to discern their location. “I don’t have signal.” Which was weird. This region was pretty well covered. She took a deep breath as she turned to Ricardo.
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Stop panicking. It’s just some trees, Aubre. She smiled up at the ghost-type bird. “Can you scout ahead for us? See if you can find our bearings?” With a melodic tweet, the bird moved to do as he was told. But he faded from view after just a couple of feet. By the time he tweets a farewell, he’s inaudible to the girls beneath them.
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With that done, she nodded. “I brought flashlights.” She opens the bag to reveal snacks, a first aid kit and multiple bottles of water. She’s grateful to get the thing off. After a bit of digging, she tugs out two pen flashlights. One of these Aubre offers to Eva.

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“At least the dark will let us see their campsite.” If they had one. If they had the opportunity to build one.

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She jumps as a forked branch seems to swipe at her vest."Ah!?" But, when she turns, it’s just a normal, rotted branch. The impression of fingers is gone. "Just the wind. It’s just the wind." The non-existent, deathly absent wind.

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