Guardians Awakened: Lit. Pokemon Roleplay

[mrs --- ei - c h a n]

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The string of self arguments and choking titters ended quickly when the words of another pierced Haine’s thoughts. It was Dion, the young man who was tall ( no where near as monstrous as Haine, this was a normal type of tall ) and tanned, with eyes that glimmered with determination. At least, that was what Haine would have registered, if he weren’t having a mental breakdown at the moment. Feeling a weight on his shoulder, he looked rather blankly down at it, to see that it was only Dion’s hand. Not … whatever the hell else he could have thought it was. Saying something about him needing to calm down, another something about how ( apparently ) we ( who is ‘we’? ) didn’t want anyone getting hurt. Oh, right. Haine remembered that this sudden insatiable need for the Kyogre Guardian’s throat wasn’t on the top of everyone else’s To Do List. That was odd, considering his need for this was so strong he was sure that there were some unnatural vibes in the air, otherwise he’d never feel so strongly about something no where close to worth his time. Could this be any more annoying?

With a gentle push of the palm, Haine let Dion’s comfort - bound hand fall away into the air. The further away human contact was, the better. He was only trying to help, but unwelcome indisputable urges didn’t really take heed to that. The indisputable part being the want to destroy Groudon’s opposite and Haine’s inborn need to physically rid of that which troubles him. And now, so it seems, that which troubles the one he embodies the key to. A lovely situation, really.

As if specially designed to make things worse, at the same time Dion’s hand was brushed away, the peppy little Guardian of Lugia flashed right on by, seemingly oblivious to … everything. Except maybe Haine’s general intimidation factor, but that was normal. Soaking wet and half - crazed, or not. Finding a yellow piece of parchment pushed into his palm, he inwardly groaned at this Guardian’s rudeness. Even if he were as stressed as he tried to hide, there was simply no excuse for such a brash visit. Not even waiting for a reply, Kaiden hopped away like all the little short boys at school did, usually scared out of their pants when it came to being forced to talk to the school’s number one prefect. It made Haine somewhat regret his oath made earlier ( which he could hardly remember what with all that has happened in between ) about not hesitating to stepping in to assist this Guardian with anything… Though it was a shame, Haine made a mental note that before this was all said and done, Kaiden would have to receive his now scheduled punishment. That was just the way Haine’s world worked~

Slipping the paper into his sopping pant - pocket , he didn’t acknowledge the fleeting thought that the ink could run and smudge once the note got wet. As if he the mind stability to think about things like that ( though , he wasn’t too out of it to forget about handing out punishments, huh ? ). Turning back to Dion, Haine’s expression went stony and his gaze far - off. His senses had returned somewhat due to all these interruptions, and as the sounds of a crowd gathering to watch whatever it was that was causing such a ruckus, his mind had a chance to think the thoughts it wanted to.

It was hard to admit, but he knew his actions were out of hand. And even more than that, his feelings. Haine wasn’t supposed to go around yelling and laughing and carrying on in such a manner. Especially over such a low - life stranger like the Kyogre Guardian. She should have been nothing to him, and yet he let her get to him. Or was it, maybe, Groudon that was having such a hard time with this? It seemed that all along this legendary had held Haine under his influence, with his appearance strength and even … personality. How could it be? Not once would Haine ever think that his worst enemy, the one person he couldn’t rid of, would turn out to be himself. It isn’t because he’s full of himself. It’s simply the kind of person he is. Really? I mean, really? As if I didn’t hate this thing I am enough. Why don’t you just speak up, Groudon? I know you’re there. You always have been. You are the one who is causing me this pain, isn’t about time you told me how to stop it?

The anguish in his head was splitting, his muscles had been uncomfortably tight for too long a while now, and it was causing his body to ache with the need to take this anger out on someone. Anyone. But, Haine wouldn’t do that. He couldn’t. Would these feelings just end up consuming him? Was there really no point in asking for help; in hoping there was some way to stop this? There would be no future for him if he had to go on in such a condition. This was hopeless. Another reason for Haine to despise himself. This was…

Pomp! The sound of a doused fire woke him up, forced his pounding head to droop down, staring at … his smoking shoe? What the hell?

“Bane?”

A Banette hovered above him, looking somewhat worried and certainly guilty. Oh. Had this Pokémon…? His nice leather shoe… was now… along with the rest of his ruined clothes… Something rose up in Haine’s throat, though it wasn’t anger. A low murmur, though the words were strong as they left his lips, loud enough so that, surely, only Dion and possibly the Pokémon could hear.

“And he finally becomes a howling dog…” There was a pause, the rest finished in his head. …worthless and rabid, that can only be kept caged for the rest of eternity… It was an annoying quote from a shitty ending in manga he’d read when he was a child. Though, why he remembered it now…

The Banette suddenly had new meaning. Much, much more meaning. He had to get this Pokémon to take him to him. The one that was supposed to help, to make these ridiculous urges to kill stop. He had to find him…

Glancing at Dion, Haine shook his head, seemingly to be in his right mind again, despite the pained and desperate look on his face. “I’ll be back if I can. If I find… someone. If not, then you should just … get those girls out of here.” If his savior couldn’t be found, then there was no sense in making the innocent stand around and watch the grand finale of Haine’s sanity. And at least there was some chance of preventing the Kyogre Guardian from losing her life. Or head. Or whatever was closest. Quickly walking forward and looking up, Haine spoke slowly and seriously, and maybe just a bit threateningly.

“Hey… you know. Banette, your owner knows … where he is! You must take me to your owner!”

I know who can stop this. I have to find … the Guardian of Rayquaza! And if I don't soon, then…

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[Sin the Feline]

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" You can chase a butterfly all over the field and never catch it. But if you sit quietly in the grass it will come and sit on your shoulder. "

σн му, ι'м яιgнт нєяє: hearthome city, festival at night.
ι ∂σ ƒєєℓ α вιт: surprised, excited, thoughtful. A mix!

Harmony breathed out, tucking a lock of blue hair behind her ear as she walked along, her eyes settled on the ground. She wondered... She wondered quite a few things. The first one was where Emerald had vanished of to now. But then again, most probably into another time, or another place... 'I wonder if he heard me or not...' the woman shook her head once at that thought, closing her violet - colored hues for a second and breathing in deeply. It was getting late, wasn't it...? Maybe it was best if she shoved those thoughts aside for now... Get her pokémon some food, eat some food herself too and then rest up. The day after, she could find one of the guardians and hopefully come along with them on their journey. She truly would like that...

The blunette looked down for a second, shooting the pink pokémon beside her a quick smile before looking back. Both the guardian of Groudon and Dion had dissapeared.. The guardian of Kyogre too... Would she ever see them back in this big city anyway? What were the odds of that? At that, Harmony chuckled softly, putting a hand before her mouth as she walked along. "Oh well. Tough luck if I don't..." she whispered, pulling out a pokéball and watching the ball for a second before finally pushing the button and watching as a red - furred creature beamed out of it into her arms. "Hello there beautiful!" she giggled softly, cuddling the vulpix as she walked along and put the pokéball back, only to blink when another red beam appeared. "Va! Vaporeon!"

"I should've expected that to happen." stated the blunette, tipping her head up a bit with a slight pout as she headed towards the pokécenter, Justice; the vaporeon and Grace; the Delcatty following after her. Justice truly wouldn't leave his 'sister' Charity alone.. It made her wonder how he would feel if Charity ever were to evolve into a Ninetales, because in time Harmony would consider this... To be honest, she already was now... But then again she loved cuddling the fox - like pokémon too. Hmm, beauty or cuteness. "Vulll..." uttered the pokémon in her arms softly, cuddling a bit with a slight yawn, which made Harmony's eyes soften. "I should be asking you, shouldn't I?" she finally whispered softly, kissing the vulpix's head softly. "If you don't want to evolve, I shouldn't force you to." she stated with a curt nod, glancing up.

"Oh my..." mumbled Harmony, her eyes settled up on the sky where she could see someone flying, soon after her eyes darted down to the direction where the Yanmega was heading and behold... wasn't that... Ohh... "Well would you look at that, sweetie... I was looking for a center and I found the guardian of Groudon.. Actually that's good." she whispered, looking to Grace and then to Justice, finally giving a curt nod and rushing forwards, following after the Yanmega. "What a nuisance...! Why can't we just head to the Pokécenter instead of following after that pokémon? What is she expecting to find?" grumbled the vaporeon, glancing towards the delcatty. "Oh that... well, the guardian of Groudon, actually. To go on an adventure." Grace told Justice, giving a slight chesire smile. "Marvelous..."

"Oh!" uttered Harmony, stumbling a bit before finally tripping, the vulpix jumping out of her arms and before she knew what had happened Arcanine had already let himself out of the pokéball, catching Harmony before she fell on the ground. "Bwauf...?" uttered the pokémon, glancing back. "That could've been quite a fall... I'm sorry Charity, and thank you Arcane. What would I do without you." stated the girl with a smile, pushing herself up and rubbing the arcanine's head once. "Bwauf!" replied the big canine, making Justice roll his eyes and Grace give a chesire grin. "Vul... Vulpix...!" uttered the small fox - like pokémon, looking herself over before giving her 'brother' a reassuring smile, showing nothing was wrong with her. "Well... Come on then, before I lose the two of you." Harmony finally said, calling back Justice and Charity and smoothening her clothes afterwards.

"Okay, let's try this again." she stated, breathing in deeply, making Grace blink once and Arcane tip his head a bit to the side. "Off we go!" called out Harmony, rushing forwards and soon after reaching the spot where Haine was, making her head tip a bit to the side as she slowed down. Was it wise to ask that of him...? He... Hadn't seemed so happy with her first introduction but alas. Who never asked, never would get anything done. "Pardon me...!" she finally called out, wriggling her way through the crowd before finally stopping in front of Haine and breathing out once. "Whew, finally...!" she uttered, glancing towards Arcane as he stopped next to her, then to Grace, who stopped left of her. "Uhm... I know we didn't make a nice meeting and all but..." she fell quiet for a second before finally bowing deeply and shutting her eyes tightly. "Could I please travel alongside with you?"








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give me something to return to
in your heart
i fear nothing but to leave here
without you for life
we were left in this world for each other
but I can't run from the fate
i've been fighting for so long


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[M ii d night M e l o d y]

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( ❤ ) - - - Aℓγssα Mίηαкσ Ðєνєгεαυx

One thing that Alyssa is thinking now is not getting air sick on top of Yanmega. She is not use to flying in the air at the speed he was flying at all. The brunette held on the dorsal fin on his spine as she directed the bug to the direction where she believes Erebus is at. There was no mistake that the blue will-o-wisp in the air was him but she doesn’t remember that he knew anything about juggling from how she saw the fire balls being tossed in the air in a circular matter. It could be because he saw the Juggler’s performance and of how he attracted a lot of attention. He is always starving for attention which always leads to trouble.

Back at where the Guardian of Groundon and Erebus, the Banette was just floating in air in front of the dark haired teen. He is plain out terrified of the guy as just his anger radiant from him which sets the surrounding air uneasy. His red eyes soften from fear as he brought a hand up to his zipper mouth the moment he heard some muttering voice from him. The ghost pokémon has to wonder what the hell he is saying because it’s just all nonsense to him about some dog howling. He thought that the teen just finally cracked under the pressure or something. Erebus was trying to float away from him the moment he talked to the other guy next to him but he was caught as he as the teen has asked, scratched that, threaten him. He said about taking him to his owner but then it just made the Banette even more confuse. His owner is a girl. Sure she fights as hard as any guy he knows but she is still a girl.

From the corner of his eye, Erebus saw a pretty blue haired girl walking up to the teen to talk to him about travelling. And from that point the ghost pokémon took the chance and flew off from the scene in a crazy and frantic way. For once he was looking for Alyssa to protect him from the very scary man as he hope that she will lay a punch on the guy. Erebus has no idea what he was talking about of why he wanted to see Alyssa but maybe the girl might know something that he doesn’t. The people in the festival are certainly weird indeed.

Floating at blinding speed, Erebus then crashed into the brunette who was flying at high speed as well on the Yanmega. The only thing that she saw was just a black blur hitting her head on as she almost fell off of the dragon fly if she didn’t lock her legs around the tail. “What the hell!” She yelled as Aly caught the thing that flew into her. The Yanmega was certainly a strong one who was still in the air after that toss in midair. The brunette regain herself as she looked to see who or what was the thing that crashed into her and she is not a very happy person. “Erebus!” Alyssa was surprised to see that her pokémon had actually run into her instead of the other way around. “What were you doing? You’ve been a serious headache ever since you ran off.” She scolds the pokémon but it seemed that the Banette just rolled the scolds off of her as his mind was on a completely different subject.

“Bane banette bane! Bane bane banette “Bane bane bane banette bane banette.” BANE! Banette banette bane.”

And Aly was lost. Erebus has explained a whole dramatic sense of what has happen to him with a theatrical flair with him acting as himself being meek and innocent and another person who, she guessed, was a mean and terrible man who tries to threaten him. The brunette looked down to Yanmega for a moment after the whole show explanation. “Did you understand him? Because I’m so lost.” Of course the bug pokémon know what Erebus meant all because he is a pokémon but if there was one thing that Aly understood from Erebus is that someone was being mean to him. That has made her mad because no one messes around with her pokémon friends. It was then that the Banette floats back to where he came from and begs for Aly to follow him. “Yanmega, go after him.” The brunette was not in a good mood at all by the tone of her dark voice.

Erebus was leading Aly and Yanmega back to where Haine was just before the ghost pokémon made his sneaky escape which was somewhat of a short distant as they were in the same general area. The Banette then float behind the girl as he points over her shoulder the one who “threaten his poor little innocent soul” or so that is what he makes it seems like. She saw the dark haired teen that seemed to be drenched in water for some reason below her as it seemed that there is a girl with blue hair talking to him. It wasn’t the same girl she saw at the pokémon center who just blown her away but all that Alyssa is thinking that she is going to ruin their lovely little conversation. “Hey you! Guy with the dark hair.” Alyssa called out to him harshly as her brown eyes gave a soft red glow from the surrounding festival lighting. She descends to the ground and straightens out her lavender furisode as she got off of the bug pokémon. Her Banette floats closely behind her giving a few peeks over the shoulder seeing the teen and back to his trainer.

The brunette was pissed despite dressing up elegantly as a kimono dancer. Her fists clenched under her swinging sleeves as her eyes didn’t flinched a subtle moment at all. The Yanmega was flying around with the great feeling of having no one sitting on his back anymore as he spirals around in place. She turned only an inch to one side to where the dragon fly pokémon was at only to get his attention. “Yanmega, can you please get your trainer?” She asked and then turned her whole attention to the teen again. It’s very easy to see that he is not having a really good day but she doesn’t care at all. “What the hell were you doing to my Banette? And it better be a good damn reason.” She said with Erebus poking at her shoulder as he wants her to go up and kick his a**. Alyssa is not a violent person but she will unless she has a very good reason to be. All she hopes that Bryant will be here soon but only to just hold her back . . .

❝Ϋσυ ωαηηα ƒίgђτ? Ŧђєη ƅгίηg ίτ αℓℓ γσυ gστ !!❞



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Life has taken me to: Hearthome City -- Festival Grounds

And I am feeling: Pissed off!!!

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[Demir23]

So Long As I Am Free...

Current Location: Hearthome City
Mood: Apprehensive



After a few minutes of crazed riding, Aden finally chased Rasui down into some kind of main street where the remaining crowds had gathered for one reason or other. Here Aden lost sight of the nimble Espeon, as it slipped through the groups of people with relative ease. Aden was left standing at the edge of the crowd, looking anxiously around to try and find either his pokemon companion or his trainer somewhere within the crowd. Bryant finally managed to dismount from the large fire pokemon’s back, where he tenderly massaged his arm as he looked around awkwardly. “Great…” he murmured, as he tried to figure out which way to go next…

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Meanwhile, Yanmega was pleased to have successfully completed his mission, albeit by accident. He obediently followed the girl’s instructions, following the Banette back to where it had suffered through its ordeal. Yanmega was tempted to tease the ghost pokemon, saying that it never would’ve had any trouble if it hadn’t run off. But he was distracted by the sudden appearance of several… interesting looking individuals. An angry looking soaked guy, a girl with brilliant blue hair… honestly, how much variety could exist within one species! Seriously, pokemon only ever varied in minor ways, whether it be in terms of their markings or sizes. But when it came to humans, the sky was the limit!

He was distracted from his thoughts about the odd species before him as the girl instructed him to find his master. Easier said than done in these kinds of crowded areas! But rather than run off looking for Bryant, he instead chose to fall back on his emergency plan and bring Bryant to where they were. Ascending about 20 feet into the air, he suddenly pivoted so he was facing vertically and initiated “Light Pillar”. It was a simple plan really. A brilliant burst of light flooded the area as a hyper beam attack launched from the bug pokemon’s jaws straight up into the sky, the attack being easily visible from almost anywhere in the city!

Bryant had dubbed it “Light Pillar” because for a few brief seconds it looked as though a brilliant yellow pillar had shot out of the ground, towering over the area below it. It was a risky move, as it gave away the user’s position and also drained quite a bit of energy. However, it could prove invaluable whenever Bryant was separated from his pokemon, allowing him to find them and regroup quickly. Exhausted from his task, Yanmega sank back down to the ground to rest for a while, its wings buzzing tiredly as it hovered just a few feet above the street…

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Bryant grinned as suddenly the hyper beam came into view just ahead, clearly pointing out where his pokemon was currently located. “All right!” he yelled, glancing back at Aden. “Here, follow me. I’ll clear a path through the crowd for you.” The Typhlosion nodded calmly, his desire to meet back up with Alyssa outweighing his distaste for the young man. Bryant calmly walked through the crowd with his arms partially outstretched, the large fire pokemon trailing in his wake. The crowd parted around them automatically, more out of wanting to get out of the way of the large pokemon behind Bryant than because of anything Bryant was doing.

A minute or so later they had emerged at the outskirts of the convergence point, where the crowd had cleared out a bit at the sudden appearance of the hyper beam. Bryant walked over to his pokemon calmly, who had already partially recovered from his exertion, patting him on the head in a pleased manner. “Nice work.” Yanmega gave a happy buzz at this before falling relatively silent once more, leaving Bryant to scout out his surroundings.

His eyes narrowed slightly at the scene. On the one side was Alyssa and her three pokemon, Rasui and Aden having immediately rushed to her upon seeing her there. On the other side stood several other individuals, one of whom didn’t appear to be in the best of moods. Whether it was because he was wet or otherwise, Bryant couldn’t say for sure. But he looked strangely familiar for some reason... where had Bryant seen him before?

Well, it didn’t really matter at the moment. Honestly, Bryant was more concerned by the onlookers who were surrounding them than anyone else. “Tch!” If one of them recognized him from that earlier performance nonsense, this could get ugly real quick. Turning back to Yanmega, he whispered something to the bug pokemon before walking up towards everyone so that he was standing a few feet away from Alyssa.

“What’s going on?” he asked quietly, not wanting to get involved, but his chivalrous nature preventing him from just leaving her there. His body tensed as he stood there, a faint feeling of apprehension gripping him as he stood there. Damn it, why did it feel as though things were about to go straight to hell?! He could only clench his teeth as he waited for someone, anyone to make a move. The sooner he got this train wreck over with, the better…

I Am Unstoppable!

[[.Halcyon.]]

「 M e w ' s x G u a r d i a n 」

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Such a beautiful evening, and a lovely little spot nearly perfect for a picnic… It was too bad that Sophie didn't have a blanket and basket full of food to lay out. It was also too bad that Sophie wasn't actually inside Amity Square; she'd have to visit later with Kenny, her Pikachu, if she wanted to see it because, according to the receptionists, Arcanine wasn't a cute Pokémon. 'Bah, receptionists. Who needs them and their discrimination!' Had the grassy spot outside the western side of Amity Square not been almost just as lovely as the inside the park, minus the pinks and blues and yellows of flowers, and had the day not been as pleasantly balmy with the right breeze as it was, Sophie would have had her "feathers ruffled". She was perfectly content sitting with her legs crossed beneath the warm sun on the luscious grass-padded ground and beside a very adorable overgrown fuzzy dog, however. 'Yes, cute. Ewan is cute.' He wasn’t scary—no, not at all. And there was nothing aggravating about the little random Bunearies bouncing up to the fence around the perimeter of Amity Square, poking their dainty little heads through holes and making teasing expressions as if rubbing it in Ewan's face that he was not allowed inside.

Sophie glanced over to her right, absentmindedly grinning at the—not just large, but enormous and grandiose—canine covered in smoldering orange fur striped with black sitting by her side. Ewan heeded neither her nor the Buneary and other curious little Pokémon inhabiting the Amity Square, and instead sat erect on his haunches with a stoic expression. Only his eyes, which stared toward the commerce of Hearthome City and its crowd gathered for the festival, showed actual emotion—passion, fervency, and fearsome nobility. Sophie was often tickled by this look. It meant that he was pondering—intensely—trying to sort things out and make sense of them, which was something she should have been doing herself. The bewilderment and incredulity that harbored in her mind at the "main event" at Hearthome City's festival, however, created an obstruction—at least for the moment. The information that had been passed around at the stage was, in a sense, rather astounding. To many, it was no doubt most likely a very difficult concept to grasp. Sophie even had some struggle with the idea herself. Remembering the faces of the other "guardians", Sophie knew she wasn’t the only one feeling confused and at a loss for words. Actually…a handful of people looked a little peeved. It was exciting, to her, yes. But thinking about it, Sophie also felt a tugging at the back of her mind that told her there was a reason, likely a dark one, for the unveiling of the "guardians of legendaries."

But anyway, what an enjoyable festival it had been! The prices of souvenirs and, mainly, food allowed Sophie to breathe a huge sigh of relief—at first. Perhaps the unanticipated cheapness was a bad thing, however; all the excitement over the culturally diverse selections of foods—healthy, sweet, healthy and sweet, but mostly very unhealthy and tremendously scrumptious—and the intriguing, cute, and cool trinkets, hats, clothes, pillows, toys all caught the little pink-haired, wide-eyed girl very off guard. Tempted, oh, so tempted to taste every bit of delicacy she could find and buy every adorably unique and new thing to her, Sophie was forced to stick her hands deep in her "pockets" and bite the bottom of her lip the moment she entered the festival’s premises. And had Ewan not been trailing along with Sophie to lightly stomp on her foot when she became too absorbed in wonderment at all the things she could buy she would have found her wallet too empty, too soon.

With a shake of her head to rid herself of those fantastic thoughts until later, the "pinkette" sighed deeply. "As excited as I was to find out what Mister Zurien had to say about my 'destiny', that whole thing kind of blew me away. That was…pretty intense. Guardian of a legendary…" Her voice trailed off and she looked at the Arcanine again. This time his attention was already focused upon her. The corner of Sophie's mouth turned up into an unsure smile. "I don't know whether I should be afraid or excited," she finally admitted. Then, with a laugh, she questioned aloud, "Who would have thought? Me, confused—me, who Zurien even duly noted had not a shred of nervousness! Ha, ha. I hadn't anticipated anything like that, though." She paused, then inquired, " ..Ewan, what does it all mean?"

There was a long pause from Ewan who bore a pensive look as they stared at each other until the Arcanine's ears finally flattened against his head for a quick moment. His head bobbed towards her a little, as if he wanted to say or do something but didn't know what. It looked rather helpless; Ewan was just as confused as Sophie. Suddenly, the august Pokémon's rigid posture became sedated as his muscles relaxed and he pushed his muzzle against Sophie’s hand affectionately. Sophie chortled delicately and cupped both hands around the Arcanine's muzzle, guiding his face closer to hers. Her eyes closed and a meek smile possessed her lips as she gently pressed her nose to Ewan's wet, cold one. "I suppose I’ll have to find out, won't I?" Sophie opened her blue eyes—previously clouded with confusion, now bright again with a spark of curiosity—and peered into Ewan's fiery amber eyes. Somewhere in them, a blazing curiosity was mirrored. Sophie's smile widened. "What’s adventure without fear?" she blurted, her voice sounding bold as if instructing a class of googly-eyed, snot-nosed kids. "Sometimes fear is a good thing."

In response, Ewan began to lick Sophie's face and, tickled by rough texture of Arcanine's tongue as well as delighted by the show of affection, succumbed into a fit of joyous and salubrious laughter. Ewan smirked and effortlessly bumped his head at Sophie, who, with flailing arms trying to grasp something nonexistent that would stabilize her, fell backward. She stayed with her back flattened against the soft, sweet-smelling grass beneath her and a hand raised to shield her eyes from the sun; if there was anything to not like about the sun, it was that looking into it was always a pain in the behind. Grinning, her chest heaved like a child completely out-of-breath after spending hours running and jumping around, climbing under and over playground devices, until her excited heart condescended into a calm flutter. Her head turned to the side and she gazed up at Ewan. He had already assumed an on-guard position, but in all his sudden seriousness there was a mischievous glint in his eye. Even so, Ewan's regal appearance was astounding, and with the soft breeze that tussled and played with both of their hair Sophie found herself staring at the Arcanine. His appearance and affable disposition alone seemed to lull her into a tranquil drowsiness. Without moving his head, Ewan’s warm gaze settled upon Sophie for a moment—he knew she was staring at him. Yet another grin broke out across her features and a soft, brief chuckle was issued forth from Sophie’s throat. "You're right; I'll wait until later before I start thinking about this again, or try to." There was a hint of a smile from Ewan when Sophie finally tore her tired eyes away from him to fixate upon the sky littered with thin, wispy clouds above. Although she kept smiling, she felt bad for fibbing; she suddenly couldn't thinking about the other guardians. What were they doing? What did they plan to do? …where had they all gone to after the event, and should she look for them, try to formulate a plan? Obviously there was something they needed to do—why else would they have been told? But what was it? How impertinent was the situation? …was she really, seriously the guardian of Mew? 'By the good glory of Arceus,' she muttered in her mind. 'I'm starting to feel restless. This...revelation has caused my mood to fluctuate!'

It didn't take Ewan very long to catch onto Sophie's feeling of discombobulation. When the Arcanine poked her with a paw, Sophie almost jumped up in surprise. He made a sound similar to a whine, and Sophie grinned sheepishly at him. "I'm sorry. It just came at me," she confessed. "I need a nap--maybe it'll get me out of this unusual moodiness! But not a long nap. I should probably see about seeking out the other 'guardians' soon, what of them are still around... Hopefully several. It's too bad today's so lovely; it makes me feel lazy." She inhaled deeply, exhaled loudly, and scooted closer to Arcanine to lean against the fur-covered gargantuan Pokémon. Her eyes trailed after a somewhat familiar form stalking away from the nearby PokéCenter and towards the busier part of Hearthome when the dramatic ending of a battle momentarily caught her attention and a thought struck her—'is that one of the guys from...?'—but rather than jumping up to call after him, she settled against Ewan's cozy body and cast her gaze upward, staring into the blue sky with droopy eyelids. Perhaps later, when she wasn't feeling as exhausted, she would look for him. But for now… "Don't you agree that there's always something ominous yet beautiful about the sky in its vastness?" she whispered.

Ewan's ears flitted back and he gave Sophie a peculiar expression at the comment. "Rrrf," he seemed to say. In other words: ...take a nap for an hour or so, Soph. Then we'll look.

[--Kap-N-KAMiKAZE--]

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The absolute last thing he'd remembered was handing over seven digits scrawled onto yellow colored parchment to the Groudon Guardian, or, as he was known in Kaiden's mind, the scary looking but possibly gentle giant of the ten. Pretty long nickname, he'd realized, but it seemed.. appropriate. For now. Despite the threats he'd shouted out, and that.. mental spazziness fit he'd had for the Kyogre Guardian, there had to be a bit of a "good" side to him. Or maybe it was just his size. Yea, Kaiden had probably watched too many programs where the big guy always turned out to be a major softy with hormone slash growth problems or something. Well, the bottom line was, big guys always turned out to be good guys! ..Even though in comparison, Kay himself was fairly puny. Curse that "not-so-tall" gene he'd gotten from his father.

As the blue haired boy returned to the fountain, he'd soon found that Rae had gone missing. For what purpose, he'd wondered, all until he'd heard the familiar shriek of a certain mischevious pokemon, followed by the grunt of a Lucario, and then faintly, Rae's scolding, dominate voice. He sighed, but smiled, and looked around. The Jester had sauntered his way over to himself, and Rae, muttering something about accepting his challenge. Now, with so much on his mind, Kaiden had easily forgotten about what he'd previously said to this oddly dressed entertainer, and quirked an eyebrow, all before he called for attention. Now, this boy had no problem with being entertained, but because they'd been standing so close to the Jester, as he directed people's attention to himself and began an intro that included the recently announced Guardians of the legendary pokemon scattered across the globe, a few had turned to stare, a few even braving a few yards walk over. Thankfully, the charmander at his side growled ferociously enough to scare a few away, and the Jester had requested that members of his "audience" back away in order for him to successfully execute whatever it was he had up his puffy, multicolored sleeves.

For the time that the Jester had everyone's attention, Kaiden paid attention as well, not so much minding that so many people were gathering around the same area in order to peek their heads in to see just what the ruckus was about. A few gasped, some even clapped too early, and others laughed. Kaiden, however, remained completely silent, watching what he was doing, listening intently to this man's words. After all, this was supposedly to "cheer them all up" or something. It did, in the end, somewhat. It hadn't been until the flaming balls had completely exploded that Kaiden jumped and showed a bit of concern for the Jester, only to see that what resulted was merely.. dust. Or glitter of some sort. It was right then that a sweet smelling aroma had washed over him. It was a scent most pleasant and calming, one that came almost sort of addictive, for it gave the young trainer/Guardian a sense of.. happiness, and because of all that'd happen this night, he definately needed it. What the Jester'd said afterwards had been a blur, as the blue haired boy had been too enchanted by the sweet smelling powders.. "Sheven..?" Was it even possible to get a drunk like sensation from this stuff? Or maybe he'd sniffed too much of it.. "I rather liked it, Jester man. I think at least eight. Splendid. Now me n' Rae here have a boat to catch. Thank you much sir yes. Hehe.."

It could have been all in his head, about the "drunken" part, but it almost as if he were, and was hooked on the stuff. Boy oh boy did he needed to be cheered up, but this was a bit overboard. For a while, all he did was sniff and sigh dreamily, grabbing Rae by the hand as his pokemon followed suit. A red tinge covered his cheeks as he nodded to the Jester, shaking one hand with both of his and giving him a hug before dashing off with Rae once again. "C'mon Rae, let's go on the ship n' we can rest later." A string of chuckles and giggles left his mouth as he roamed about the crowds, the pokemon still trudging along nervously. The smaller of the six pokemon Kaiden had with him exchanged glances, and once even sent Chiko to jump and whack the boy with its tail, and, comically enough, Kaiden had bent over to pick up a shiny coin on the ground, causing the little blue pokemon to collide with a few trashcans. The others quickly rushed to help, and continued to travel alongside their.. doozy of a trainer.

All in all, the night had been quite interesting. Meeting new friends, watching old ones get completely caught up with knowing a "famous" person, running from reporters, dodging cameras, scaring paparazzi, and then running into an eccentric street performer. Basically, this night was full of mixed emotions, most of them bad ones too, but in the end.. He'd been shown the light, in a sense. Things didn't look so bad, and he was definately cheered up. By tomorrow he'd be in Johto, with Rae and both their pokemon, searching for Lugia, who'd always been one of his favorite legendaries to begin with. They'd run into others, he was sure, and who knew? Maybe they'd find Giratina there too. Boy, if things were that easy.. Well, one can only wish it were. Surely there'd be hardships to pull through along the way, but with friends, they'd all get through it, so long as they stuck together the whole time. Strength in numbers, unity n' all that jazz. The blue haired boy stared off into the distance.. Then turned around, saying with his mind a brief good bye to Hearthrome, the beginning of great adventure.

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"Ⓓⓤⓓⓔ... Ⓗⓞⓦ x ⓨⓐ x ⓕⓔⓔⓛⓘⓝ'...?" (Mood) :: Confused; Mixed; Oddly amused;

xxxBeyond the Invisible

xxxClose your eyes...

xxxJust feel and realize

xxxIt is real and not a dream

[Kadorix]

Rae Arnor♥♥♥♥

"I've got to keep things balanced
They've got to stay in line.
Without order and reason
I think I'll lose my mind."

Rae had figured that the Jester had gone off to entertain some other folks in the crowd, so her mind was focused more on getting out of Hearthome and onward to their destination. She was surprised to hear the Jester call out to the crowd around them, and turned to find him perched up on the roof of a stall nearby. A small gasp escaped her when she saw the sparks fly from the wire that oddly dressed boy had cut. Was he crazy? Did he want to be electrocuted?

Words began to follow the actions of the Jester as he pulled out six balls and juggling them. Typical jester stuff, though his words made it different. He was putting a metaphorical spin on it, and it seemed to draw the crowd into his act even more. Seems like everyone is in a mysterious mood… First Zurien and now this guy with his balls compared to people? She could only take so much… Regardless her red eyes were glued to watching the strange man put on his show, watching the flask get juggled with the balls, opening the flask to coat the spheres in brown liquid, and finally setting them aflame with the sparks from the wire. While Rae had seen some pretty good juggling acts before, it seemed that the Jester had them beat by a long shot with his moves. Didn’t he feel anything from throwing those burning balls around?

If that wasn’t enough, the Jester’s final move made even Rae’s expression show open surprise. The Jester had spit out some of the brown liquid that had been in the flask, and caused the flaming balls to erupt into a fiery blast. It was an astounding performance, and Rae with her Pokemon stood amazed by it. It seemed that wasn’t the end of surprises after all, for a wonderful scent filled the air as the balls released a red cloud of powder into the sky. It was a wonderfully sweet aroma, and Rae couldn’t help but feel happy as its effects hit her. A true smile, albeit a small one, formed on her face as the smell filled her nose. It seemed to push away all the worry she felt about being a Guardian. Instead she felt like everything would turn out alright, and that she and Kaiden had nothing to worry about.

The strange, happy feeling was still there even when the Jester had walked over, rating his performance. ”It was a great performance.” Rae added, giving a nod. ”A nine seems more fitting.” Anything that could make her smile, especially for someone like the Jester, deserved a high rank. Alas, it was time for their small group to head on their way. She gave the Jester another nod, and paused a moment before offering him a hand to shake. It was a quick handshake, and she drew back her hand quicker than she had offered it. Hey, it was a start.

Right after that she felt Kaiden’s hand grab her own and she was being pulled along by the happy Lugia Guardian. It seemed that he was feeling the effects of the powder as well, along with her Pokemon. They followed the two through the crowds again, both with a happy gleam in their eyes and a grin on their face. Even the usually stern Noa let out a happy bark as the group made their way out of Hearthome. They stopped for a moment, to say their silent goodbyes to the city. To think…I wasn’t sure if I would go to the festival… All in all she was glad that she decided to go. Things were going to be a lot harder now, and different from how they were before but it was an adventure! There wasn’t much she could do about it now. Rae was the Guardian of Giratina, and there was no turning back. All they could do now was look ahead to the future, and welcome their destiny. With the goodbyes finished it was time to head on, and the two trainers along with their Pokemon headed onward to catch a boat and see what the Jhoto region had in store for them.

*~ Outcast ~*
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I roam in the s h a d o w s: Sinnoh- Leaving Hearthome
My mood is d i s t o r t e d: Happy and ready to go!

[Corrupt Clockwork]

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"A little madness now and then...XXX

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" T h e - J e s t e r "

As Rae was tugged off into an adventure by Kaiden, Jester couldn't help but chuckle heartily, content that his little act had inspired such positive thinking and acting... well, hopefully it was anyway. They had both been polite and give him a shake of the hand as thanks... albeit Rae's was a little short-handed, if you forgive the blatant pun, but still it's the thought of the gesture that really warmed Jester's heart.
The others by the fountain didn't seem like they much cared for his presence anyway.. so why bother them now? It was getting late awfully fast; after all... they would be too tired to meet yet more new faces, wouldn't they?

"Ah... I suppose there’s not much here for me to do now, is there?" he laughed to himself, spinning around fully on one foot to survey his surroundings whimsically. "Perhaps I best be off, hm? Yes, the nice, clean and stupendously serious city folk wouldn't want me cluttering up their streets now, would they? Hahaha!"

Of course, Jester was still talking to the air, which made his laugh reasonably short. He straightened up his posture somewhat, before doing a direct U-turn and starting a pace directly forward, into the crowds and the more clustered parts of the city, still clustered with people. He hummed a jolly little tune to himself, his eye wide and bright with a childish glee as always, as he disappeared from view, seemingly sinking into the shifting abyss of people.

XXX...is cherished by the wisest men."

[DarrenShade]

The fire that burns within...

So many ways to express oneself ~~ {Content} ~~ but only one fits the moment.
The world is such a big place ~~ {Hearthome City, en route to Azalea Town} ~~ so where do I fit in?

Derek sudden felt a shiver go through him. One of those shivers that lets you know someone's watching you. He turned around to find an exasperated Hochkrow and...what was that? It looked like the tip of a purple tail going through to wall of the Pokemon center, a ghost pokemon no doubt, but who did it belong to? He shrugged and looked over to Honchkrow who quickly looked away with cold indifference. Derek rolled his eyes and looked to the sky. Lana and Rayne had already gained flight altitued and were about twenty yards away. He would have to leave soon if he hoped to keep up with them.

He turned to Honchkrow, a Dry Poffin in hand. Derek waved it in front of Honchkrow's beak, teasingly, " You know you want it. Just give me a ride to Azalea Town and it's yours." he said. Honchkrow turned his beak to the air and let out a small "Hmph" Derek sighed, Honchkrow had always been so stuck up, but he knew just how to fix it. He returned the Dry Poffin to his pack and took out another poffin. It seemed to be exactly like the last, but if it was shined in the moonlight just right, it glimmered. It was a poffin made with the extremely rare, Micle Berry. Honchkrow's beak twitched as his nose picked up its scent. The bird pokemon glanced between Derek, the poffin, and the sky with a pained look on his face. Finally Honchkrow swallowed his pride and snatched the poffin from Derek's hand, barely missing nipping off the tips of his fingers. The flavor seemed to send Honchkrow into shock at first, but then his eyes glazed over in a dreamy way. Derek was struck with a strange though, Heh, it looks like he's high...

Honchkrow silently bent over wings spread wide, waiting for Derek to take a seat. Derek walked over to the back of his Honchkrow and climed aboard. Honchkrow came up to about Derek's shoulder's if the two of them both stood upright, so Honchkrow was just perfect for travel. Honchkrow adjusted himself, getting used to Derek's weight and flapped his wings with great power. Derek soon felt his feet lift off the ground and within seconds, they were at pefect travel height. It had taken Derek forever and a day to get used to Honchkrow's power in flight, the speed at which he gained altitude was mind blowing, and to be on him during it was beyond shocking. Derek looked over Honchkrow's head and saw Lana and Rayne not too far ahead. He drew Honchkrow's attention to the two and was answered with a dreamy nod. Derek smiled to himself and laid his head down on Honchkrow's neck. Honchkrow's feathers are so soft....probably because of all the poffins... as Derek finished that thought he drifted off to sleep, ready to wake up in Azalea Town, of the Jhoto Reigon.

...grows stronger with each passing minute.

[mrs --- ei - c h a n]

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xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx

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He had to admit, the Banette’s reaction wasn’t a preferable one. Really, why couldn’t the ghost pokémon just do as it was asked? Following orders wasn’t a difficult task. Especially, as Haine had learned over the years, when he was the one to give them. A familiar look of fear was plain to see on the Banette’s face, even as it darted away. It was somewhat understandable that the thing be scared of him, but… really. It wasn’t like Haine had threatened the little thing. There was no sense in it—It was your tone that was threatening. In comparison to a creature like that, you are terrifying. No, in comparison to any creature; that is more accurate.

He whipped around fast enough to make thick strands of hair slap against and stick to his face, hands jerking up to pull away the vision impediment. Blinking at the same scenery he’d faced moments ago, he found it was empty of any soul that could have heard him and responded accordingly. While turning back to face his fleeing target, Haine probably would have jumped out of his pants, if they weren’t glued to his hips by soaking water. There’s also the fact that normal human reactions don’t apply to him, but that isn’t the point. At his side was a young woman, or the back of her head, rather. She looked to be bowing to him, which was… not unusual at all. The bowing part happened all the time, it wasn’t like people didn’t stoop as low as to refer to Haine as “Amada-sama” in many instances. But this was a female. Females didn’t get within three feet of Haine, much less speak to him. Sure, tonight had been odd… and he had had a vile woman forced upon him… but that was different. So different. ( She was hardly a person who deserved the air she breathed, much less a female. ) Trying to see how in the world someone was able to sneak up on him as such, the unseen commentator spoke up again. She asked you a question. Do you remember? He felt the muscles in his neck tighten, frustration and annoyance welling up in his chest. He knew he wasn’t going crazy. This was different from his smotheringly irrational new desires, though in a way…

Before he was able to pinpoint what, or who, exactly, kept speaking, a warm sensation invaded his mind. It sunk into the back of his head, similar to a wacked out blood rush, seeping through each crevice of his thoughts, blotting his senses out to everything in the present. He was somewhere else, though … not physically, mentally. Am I reliving the past ten seconds? He was standing in the same place, but instead of being absorbed in pursuing the Banette, he found himself turning away and noticing the young woman as she first approached, out of breath and earnest as the question came gracefully from her lips. Well, Haine saw it as graceful, anyway. The last bits of woman he’d seen were harsh and crude, but this girl…

Reality crushed its’ way back into his eyesight, and he was once again left to wonder what the hell was going on in his mind. You were so occupied with yourself, you did not notice her. You didn’t expect me to let you ignore a woman named Harmony, did you? Without harmony, you will not survive. Remember this, My Prince~ He almost turned around again, but his own thoughts didn’t seem to be reaching his body at this point, and Haine found himself quietly agreeing to the woman’s request. He’d have to deal with the consequences of this later, he was sure. Though, that was all right, he supposed. Having to keep track of someone like this ( who he had helped earlier, he recalled ) was what he was made for. Well, sort of.

It was about time for him to run after the Banette, he supposed. Mid - step forward, he noticed a few sparkling droplets of water in Harmony’s hair. Realizing he had been towering over her, and the droplets were obviously from his own wet head, he stopped and leaned down. A little closer, but not too close, he was finally able to speak what he wished. “There’s water in your hair…” He trailed off, deciding a more proper explanation of … things was in order. ‘Things’ being his next few actions, since this girl would need to know, if she wanted to be traveling with him. “I have something to take care of. I won’t be long, but you should go ahead and find somewhere to stay… Harmony.” Wincing as her name left his lips, only because it was such an obvious her name, he swallowed, prepared to venture on ( against his headache, which had been temporarily forgotten during all this ), that was, until he heard a harsh voice calling out from above.

“Hey you! Guy with the dark hair.”

There was only Harmony and he in this clearing of the festival.
Blue was not a dark color.
Harmony was certainly not a ‘guy’.
Oh. She was talking to him.

In the time he took to register this, the brunette came bounding off the airborne pokémon and strode to him. She was steaming like a vegetable, despite being elegantly clad in a traditional kimono. Haine managed to let his mind wander for a split - second. He missed home. Finally completing that step forward, he changed course to where he faced the angry dancer, his defensive choice to be positioned between she and Harmony coming without his noticing. What a rude young lady. Addressing you, a prince, as such. Absolutely punishment worthy. Ah, but this is the woman you were looking for. Did you notice? Damn this voice. Simply ‘voice’, since it was now clear that the owner had no form. Was Haine the only one hearing this? It was beginning to look that way.

“What the hell were you doing to my Banette? And it better be a good damn reason.”

Ah! That made more sense. So, this wasn’t just some raving femme, out to destroy Haine because she knew his deep, dark secret. The one of him being terrified of women, that is. No, no, she was here for a much more annoying reason. He really hoped she was thanking her lucky stars for her gender, else she’d be making an unforeseen trip across the festival sky by now. What sort of idiot trusts assumptions to justify harassing a stranger? He saw that beneath the wide, flowing sleeves of her attire, she wore a lovely pair of clenched fists. A horrible look for such an attractive … errr— maybe that was the wrong word, since at the thought of it, Haine nearly choked on the dry air in his throat. This was really not the best time for him to recollect his absurd fear of the opposite sex. Waving the feelings away, he bent down a bit to stare directly into this accuser’s eyes. It was best if he saw her as genderless for now, if he regarded her as a threat, nothing more. Threats didn’t care for the sexes either way.

She was serious, but so was he. Haine didn’t have time for this. Finding Rayquaza was much more important. This girl knew exactly where he was, Haine was certain of it. Why, he wasn’t sure, but something told him… Just rid of this thing in your way. It has no value to you. Go ahead. Do it. Who the hell was that?! And what right did they have telling Haine what to do?! He’d had just about enough of all this. Of course it would be easy to push this little obstacle out of his way, but that would be doing what … whoever wanted him to do. That was almost as bad as following orders from the Kyogre Guardian. Instead, he made a clean look down at the girl’s hands once more, upon staring back at her he straightened up. Absentmindedly wringing some of the water out of the sides of his pants ( about time, eh? ), he gave her an unbiased expression, speaking quietly as the pain in his head began to become unbearable.

“Don’t be so quick to use your fists. It won’t solve anything with someone like me.”

Sure, Haine knew without a doubt that, sometimes, beating the s**t out of someone ( or someones ) was a good way to get your point across. Hell, it was the only way he knew to do business. But this girl … err, person? She wouldn’t be a match for him in another life, much less right now. This was what anger did to people, it made them stupid and illogical. Haine would know.

He started to open his mouth again, to slowly ask ( pleading was an option at this point, but he wanted to keep at least a shred of self - respect for as long as he could ) if she knew of the Rayquaza Guardian, when the feeling of air being sucked from his lungs shoved his plans elsewhere. It was like a direct hit to the chest, except not a completely harmful one. Haine knew, right then and there, that he had found Rayquaza’s Guardian. Or rather, the Guardian had come to him. Overwhelmed with relief, he quickly forgot all about the girl in front of him, as well as Harmony. Not very prudent, but at that moment, nothing else mattered.

He stood a ways behind the angry woman, his expression unreadable, like everything else lately. Then again, Haine didn’t particularly care for his expression. Only him. He was the only one capable of stopping the madness that was Haine’s head, the only one to make things normal again. Or, as normal as they would get, anyway. His legs were driven ahead by an unseen force, something much greater than himself, or so it seemed. It was easy to side - step and avoid the stranger, even easier to take those last few steps that closed the gap between Haine and his hopeful savior. The one that will keep you at bay, Prince of the Lands. For now, at least~

He didn’t know what he was doing. His mind was blank, like someone had overridden the system that was Haine Amada. And then, slowly, but ever so surely, he felt his arm rising from his side, his fingers stretching out until they found their way to the Rayquaza Guardians’. It was his flesh Haine needed, he had such an aching for it… Not to rip it apart, but instead to…

It was like an electrical shock when the boys’ fingers touched, their skin colliding like fire and— what? Fog? The sensation was like nothing Haine had ever felt before, unimaginable strength and utter destruction at the same time. Like two worlds colliding. He felt his energy and mind being clawed at, every human fiber of him screamed to let go, but he couldn’t. Was the Guardian of Rayquaza stealing away his very mind? His power, what was left of his ruined life? No, it was like… he opened the closed doors of his heart, the things he kept locked away, things that were meant to stay hidden for good. All his sins, his thoughts, fears, weaknesses, everything one would need to tear Amada Haine apart from the inside.

He heard the voice again. It echoed through both the young men’s minds. And it reached out to another place, somewhere Haine couldn’t quite see…

What do you think, old friend? A fine choice for a Guardian, if I do say so myself. He’s perfect in every way, exactly as I made him up to be. Can you see me in him? Even before all this, I was there. What about you? It’s been so long, we have catching up to do~

Groudon. It was Groudon, all this time. He had said so before, but he hadn’t really believed it. No, not really. But, it was true. All along…
He’d have to ponder this another time, since it felt like his insides were literally being ripped out for the whole world to see. The pain was beyond immense. It was immeasurable. Haine couldn’t think, though he faintly felt guilty for suddenly putting all this on someone. Who? He couldn’t think straight enough to remember what he was even doing. He felt weaker by the moment, his body being used for some petty conversation— or so it seemed. His fingers had closed tightly around the other Guardian’s hand, squeezing harder and harder, as if that would somehow help the pain. Images flashed in his mind, story upon story of history, too jumbled and blurry to make any sense of. It was Groudon’s history, that much would become clear later. All of it, every single fight and feeling and fact, all shoved into Haine’s head as other, more personal and precious parts of him, were torn away and placed in someone else’s care.

Why couldn’t he just let go…?

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oh!baby,what’sthatsound? it’smedreamingdirtythings. yourbloodlookssogoodonmytornclothes.

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[Sin the Feline]

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" You can chase a butterfly all over the field and never catch it. But if you sit quietly in the grass it will come and sit on your shoulder. "

σн му, ι'м яιgнт нєяє: hearthome city, festival at night.
ι ∂σ ƒєєℓ α вιт: anxious and excited!

Harmony kept her eyes shut for a while, not daring to look up. It sounded silly, she knew... But she was afraid that if she were to look up, he'd be glaring down at her. She hated it when people disliked her. Unless the disliking was justified... But so far, she didn't think she had done anything to anger the guardian of Groudon, unless her personality alone had... The girl swallowed once before opening her eyes when the male finally spoke up, making her tip her head up a bit to settle her violet - colored hues upon him. "I.. What?" she uttered, sounding quite surprised before realizing he was still dripping wet, and he had been towering over her... "Oh... Oh!" she mumbled, putting a hand to her hair as she straigthened. He was right, there was water in her hair! "Aah... That's okay. It won't melt me." she finally said with a warm smile, closing her eyes as she rubbed the water through her hair a bit to smoothe it with a faint embaressed smile.

Here she had been all serious and the first thing he had told her was 'You have water in your hair'. No matter how it amused her, it embaressed her too for being so serious about the situation. She looked back to the guardian of Groudon however when he spoke up again, stating he had something to take care off and that she was best to go ahead and find somewhere to stay. And oh my, he remembered her name...! Now only if she knew his... But that would come in time, she hoped. When he wasn't so stressed out. It would be silly to keep refering to him as 'the guardian of Groudon', since he was his own person too. "Ah, understood! I heard there's an inn near the pokémon center, I could make a reservation there for you, too!" said the girl, putting her hands behind her back with a smile before calling back her arcanine and putting it back on her belt. She figured Arcane was a little too big to stay in the crowd like that. She'd have to do with Grace for now. "Before that.. I never really catched your name, so ma--"

“Hey you! Guy with the dark hair.”

"Huh?" uttered the woman, looking quite surprised for a second as she looked over her shoulder. She was sure the femine voice was not talking to her, since it was obvious she was female. But... Oh, ofcourse the male before her! But what had he done to anger the girl that was coming at them? As far as she knew, nothing much... Maybe he had been a tad bit too intimidating to the banette that flew away when she had arrived? That made her blink once before she tipped up her head when she told the yanmega to get his trainer. "Uhm..." she uttered softly, frowning when the girl continued her rant against the guardian of Groudon, making her puff her cheeks up a bit. But he hadn't done anything wrong, why was she so quick to jump to assumptions such as that? Instead of simply asking him if something had happened to her pokémon, she turned somewhat violent...

She turned to look at the guardian of Groudon when he spoke up, nodding once before looking back at the girl and giving a soft smile. "Please calm yourself... Whatever happened to your pokémon, I am sure that he did not do it on purpose." stated the female, giving a slight bow. "Violence only brings forth more violence they say." she added, looking up at the girl.

When a second trainer arrived, she turned a bit to look at him. 'Ah.. That one...' she thought to herself, straightening once more after shooting him a welcoming smile. Another guardian. And if she was correct, this was the guardian of Rayquaza, right? Now what had she read about Rayquaza... He resided atop the tallest place in the world... And he was the only one that was capable.. Of calming Groudon and Kyogre! Oh that was marvelous, maybe the guardian of Groudon would relax a little now he was here! "Nothing much, sir. Just a misunderstanding." she finally stated with a smile.

Only to blink when the guardian of Groudon finally moved... Towards the guardian of Rayquaza. Oh my, it seemed something was happening... Something neither she or the other trainer could see. But she somewhat knew. That was enough for her at this point. She just hoped the guardian of Rayquaza wouldn't go crazy on the guardian of Groudon for such an action.. After all, they didn't knew each other. It was Groudon and Rayquaza that did.

"Marvelous!" she finally stated, clapping her hands together with a smile upon her face.








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i always said that i would make mistakes,
i'm only human, and that’s my saving grace,
i fall as hard as I try
so don't be blinded
see me as i really am, i have flaws and sometimes i even sin,
so pull me from that pedestal,
i don't belong there.

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[M ii d night M e l o d y]

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( ❤ ) - - - Aℓγssα Mίηαкσ Ðєνєгεαυx

Why is it that people tend to think one thing the moment she has her fist formed? It seriously just makes her even more angry on the subject and yet amusing in such a way. It seemed that people have a closed mind when they see one thing they assumed just one thing. When a person is angry, they will do something or a few tricks in order to try to get their mind of their emotions. Some will grind their teeth, fiddle with coins and such that’s in their pockets, and for Aly she just formed a fist hearing the bones in her very hands crack trying to calm herself down for just a slight bit if possible.

There is no sense in getting to a fight here in a festival. It supposes to be for fun for everyone but it is very clear to see that the teen in front of her is not having a good time. He is drenched in water for crying out loud but the brunette won’t ask what happen. That and she really don’t care. The moment he spoke, Erebus was shuttering right behind her as she just felt the ghost pokémon shaking. Alyssa looked over her shoulder as she placed a comforting hand on his cheek trying to calm him down. He was never scared like this before or ever scared at all. Usually he was the one scaring people but he must be sensing something really bad from him that she doesn’t.

Her dark brown eyes looked over to the blue haired girl who now decides to try and calm her down and she roll her eyes the moment when the blunette gave a slight bow to her. Alyssa took in a deep breath and let it out just before she finally spoke out to these two. “Look here, I am not a moron looking for a fight so get that thought out of your mind.” She spoke with a small hint of harsh in her voice. Maybe it was just her expression standing here but it was getting out of hand all ready. “I was looking for my pokémon all night and he found me scared of whatever that happens and he led me to him. It’s not a crime for a trainer to worry sick about her pokémon and to get angry to the one who made him scared like this.” She is just a trainer who is fully concern about her pokémon and her friends like a mother hen to her baby chicks. No one will tell her what to feel and how to express her emotions. “I choose to be angry and all I am asking is what happen, not a brawl.” However she is completely fine with a brawl despite wearing an extravagant kimono which will be in a way of fighting. Girls can be just as tough as boys.

Soon Rasui has appeared right to her side and is tired from all the running he went through all the crowds and dodging people. “There you are . . .” He spoke mentally to her but soon the red gem upon his head glowed softly as he sensed something dreadfully wrong. The psychic pokémon looked at the dark haired teen as he immediately some intense brain waves as if he was in a conflict with himself, or another. “Something’s wrong here . . .” He thought to himself and even Erebus has sensed that right off the bat as he looked afraid. This was something that they shouldn’t be a part of at all.

A few minutes later Bryant and Aden finally arrived and the volcano pokémon felt the intensity in the air and so did Bryant as well as he stood a few feet away from her. Aden was asking his friends wanting to know what is going on as Rasui spoke to him for a moment about what he knows so far in their private conversation. Suddenly the dark haired teen’s expression suddenly changed the moment when Bryant arrived on the scene. He moved around her and walked up to Bryant only to reach for his arm and gripped it tightly. Alyssa just watched what was going on seeing that every passing second the dark haired teen’s grip was harder on his arm and through his bandages with a blank look upon his face.

Rasui has then picked up some more brain waves between the two to the point it became unbearable. These two are not normal being and it was extremely hard to believe that, especially Bryant. He turned to see the blue haired girl as she clapped her hands together with a smile on her face and the psychic pokémon just stared at her. “Oh dear god not another simpleton. Can’t she see the facial expression between these two clearly?” He thought to himself before he mentally spoke to the girl. “I would take another look if I were you . . .” Rasui said wistfully as he sat by Aly’s side as she completely forgot about her anger and her whole situation. She has no idea about the Guardians tonight due to she was occupied earlier but the brunette was worried.

“Bryant . . . Bryant are you okay?”

❝Ϋσυ ωαηηα ƒίgђτ? Ŧђєη ƅгίηg ίτ αℓℓ γσυ gστ !!❞



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Life has taken me to: Hearthome City -- Festival Grounds

And I am feeling: Once angry but now worried.

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[Demir23]

So Long As I Am Free...

Current Location: Hearthome City
Mood: What’s happening to me?!



Bryant was not happy.

He didn’t know what had happened between Alyssa’s Banette and this oddly familiar gentleman, or why this other girl felt so sure it was a misunderstanding. He didn’t know why the dark haired man was soaked to the bone, or why a sudden wave of apprehension rolled over him because of this. Long story made short, he didn’t know what the hell was going on. What he did know was that the angry looking man before him was approaching him at an alarming rate, and given the situation he didn’t know what to make of that. As the man came closer Bryant took a single step backwards, not to run away, but to brace himself in case this suddenly became a fight. He was more than capable of defending himself, even against someone as opposing as this man.

But the man made no move to attack him. Rather, when he came closer to Bryant he reached out as though to shake hands. At this Bryant relaxed slightly, figuring that this was the way the man introduced himself… but if that was the case, why not introduce himself to Alyssa? After all she was the one who was reproaching him. In any case, Bryant considered himself to be a fairly polite person, and so offered his bandaged hand in return.

“Um, hey. Can I help y-?”

His introduction was cut off as the other man took hold of his hand and held it there, his eyes blank as he just stood there with Bryant’s hand in his. Normally, Bryant would consider this a number of different things; things such as odd, impolite, or even a bit creepy. However, none of this seemed very important at the moment, what with the blinding sensation of pain that had suddenly flooded through his arm! A burning sensation even more intense than Aden’s flames seemed to tear through his arm, but Bryant found himself unable to cry out or pull his hand away from the sensation. In fact, he didn’t seem to be able to move at all! His body just stood there, impassive and tense, as the two girls looked on. For the entire world, it looked as if the two men were just having a long handshake…

Bryant’s mind, on the other hand, was a different story.

Gaaaahhh!!! What the hell’s happening?! s**t!! He found himself cursing mentally to himself as he struggled with the sensation within his arm. Yet that pain quickly became a secondary concern as odd pieces of information and images began to flood his brain. Thoughts that were definitely not his were suddenly coursing through him as though they had always been there, and he found himself a spectator within himself as more and more alien thoughts popped up in his head. The pain was one thing; he was used to physical pain, and knew how to dull it out and adapt to it fairly well. But this… mental invasion, for lack of a better term, was overwhelming! He had no defense as the mind of the young man before him… Haine was his name, he knew now… seemed to try and forcibly replace his own!

He could only watch as all of Haine’s inner thoughts, his anger and fears, his strengths and weaknesses, everything that made up the individual known as Haine, seemed to flow through his mind as though they were his own. It was an extremely disquieting sensation, as if suddenly Bryant could see and understand this stranger better than he could understand himself! The hell?! Bryant had enough issues without being burdened by Haine’s as well!

And as if this wasn’t enough, Bryant was suddenly reminded of where he recognized Haine from, as a voice pierced through his consciousness, overwhelming the influx of thoughts for the moment. Son of a b***h, Haine was one of the other guardians! Of the all the freakin’ luck! And what, the b*****d thought he could use Bryant as a radio to talk to Rayquaza or something?! This was beginning to piss him off!

Oi! He yelled inside of his own head, trying to get Groudon or whoever the ******** it was to shut up for a minute. I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you’ve got some nerve playing around with me like this! First this whole guardian bullshit, and now this! How about you get the hell out of my head before I rip you out myself?!

There was actually a slight change in Bryant’s body at this outburst, as he suddenly began breathing a bit more heavily as he struggled against… whatever was happening! He didn’t hear Alyssa asking if he was okay, as he was too busy within his own mind to pay attention to anything else.

He was about to start screaming in his head again when suddenly a deep rumbling sensation seemed to course through his body ominously. A feeling that was simultaneously incredibly disturbing and familiar, as though something deep within him was stirring for the first time. An image of a large yellow eye opening partially flooded his mind, as the rumbling slowly began to take on the shape of words inside of his head…

Groudon… Your anger will be the death of you yet, old friend. Do you mean to destroy your guardian and mine through your incessant meddling? Or are you too preoccupied with your own rage to understand your human’s limitations…?

And just as suddenly as the sensation had appeared it was gone! Rayquaza (for it was that b*****d, Bryant was sure of that!) sinking back into the depths where Bryant could not reach him. Bryant wanted to scream at the legendary pokemon, to curse and rail at the b*****d who had ruined his life! And yet he found himself unable to do anything but stand there impotently, his body shaking slightly out of rage and exhaustion. He didn't know what to do or why any of this was even happening...

He just wanted it all to stop.

I Am Unstoppable!

[TabrisAngel]

RISA

This is the way it goes
With you a-part of it
Nervously saying words
That oh so tightly fit

Risa stifled a yawn and gazed off into the distance as a quiet buzz enveloped her brain. It might have been the chaos from earlier or just learning about some really random and disturbing nonsense involving pokemon legendaries, but she was getting tired. And bored with the current conversation. Realizing how badly her eyesight was blurring Risa forced her eyes to focus. Look around. Be aware. Avoid suspicion. Oldschool timeconsuming training mechanisms come full swing when your mind is gasping for air. Slowly (just enough to avoid suspicion) she tilted her head to again scan her surroundings, until her vision snagged on a pastel pink. Hm. She needed to mention the new popularity of this color if Oblivion their happy pretty little fashion group was ever going to jump on this particular bandwagon. Along with the multiple others they were currently investigating. Of course they could just mix the jumpsuit idea together with a new color and produce some sort of cotton candy disaster.
Really, how did a once (and possibly still) dangerous and lethal organization become obsessed with –this- aspect of money making. Granted, the mindless fans weren’t hard to please, but she was starting to get the slightest feeling that is she screwed a mission up badly enough she would be stuck up on a stage in Pewter handing out free T-shirts. Maybe there was another group with less frills she could meet sometime. (To be fair, Risa really did enjoy the way Oblivion went undercover. Sometimes she just wanted to grab and shake their leader and assure herself he hadn’t forgotten about his original plan.)

Wait. Waitwaitwait just a minute
Who was that?

The light pink her eyes had trailed seemed to be attached to another girl. That looked extremely similar to the guardian on stage a few moments ago. That looked extremely similar to-
Again, what? Her stare continued until the girl was swallowed by the crowd. Changing back to her original purpose for being in this area (Fae was it?) she glanced over the hair again. And the eyes.
And the fact that the other girl looked much closer to the person being confronted with the current life-changing information.
‘Am I.. Am I going blind?’ How was she supposed to ditch this girl to talk with that one? And how had she been.. Well. Stupid? Was this actually how people started losing their touch?
‘Ohgosh.’ No. Just fix the situation and it would be fine. No one ever needed to know about this. Ever.

“Hey, I’m going to go get some food, but I’ll be back.” Or something like that. Risa brushed past Athron with a grin and snatched his wallet before rushing away through the crowd. Since, well, it didn’t seem like the sweet-obsessed girl had any cash on hand or she wouldn’t have asked about food. And Athron really didn’t need that money. Right?Right. Whatever. She pulled the bills out and then tossed it to the ground. Now. Time to figure out where the –real- mew guardian was. Hopefully. If she was wrong again she didn’t really know what she would do.

Again, Shove Push Squeeze. Again rushing through the crowd.
“Hey!”
Blue eyes peered through the declining amount of people towards the bright tuft of hair.
Déjà vu much?
Only a minute later did Risa realized the girl seemed to be taking a nap, a flare of jealousy running through her, but composed herself and walked up with a smile plastered on her face to cover up the frustration.
“Hey. Are you okay?” Hm. Hopefully this girl would wake up and answer her. She hadn’t seen the large Arcanine before she approached and it was making her a bit antsy.

Location: [[Hearthome City]]
Feeling : [[Annoyed]]

It’s in the way you sell every word and phrase
And leaving me to know how much the meaning weighs
Saying that but meaning this
Using hands for emphasis

[[.Halcyon.]]

「 M e w ' s x G u a r d i a n 」

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x x x S o p h i t i a x I r e n e x M i l á n x x x
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x

A low growl suddenly rumbled in Arcanine’s throat, and in response Sophie rolled onto her side. An arm attempted to drape over his neck. Her face pressed into the copious cream-colored and incredibly fluffy fur that covered Ewan’s neck. At first, she was comfortable—content, cozy. The Sophie in her dream, who had been counting little Mareep that jumped over a white picket fence set against a warm orange sky, somehow caught one of the sheep-like Pokémon and had her arms wrapped around its cotton-like little body. The Sophie outside of the dream actually had her arms partially hidden within Ewan’s fur—when in her dream, or she thought it was in her dream, she heard a faint question: “Are you okay?”

She began to gag as if her face was being sucked into Arcanine or Mareep fluff and she jerked awake, startled. Sophie immediately noticed the girl standing before her and a hand flew to her chest as if trying to settle her racing heart. An apologetic, but goofy, smile donned her lips. With a side-glance to Ewan, who didn’t look humored at all and rather was snarling at the stranger, she realized her cuddling of the Mareep she mysteriously caught in her dream was most likely because she had actually “caught” the Arcanine. Momentarily, her surroundings blurred as she pondered what would have happened if Arcanine had actually been immersed into the dream… She saw the perfectly organized jumping-over-the-fence scene turn chaotic as an Arcanine roared atop the little hill, fire spewing out of its mouth and little Mareep frantically scattering to get away. It was difficult not to laugh aloud.

“Oh. Oh, um…” Was the voice she heard actually this girl’s question? It probably was—Sophie recalled times when her mother would call for her to wake up one day and she would hear it, but she would be so engrossed in her slumber that she assumed it didn’t actually happen…until she would ask, “Did you call for me?” only to have her suspicions confirmed. “Yes! Yes, I’m wonderful. Positively wonderful,” she blurted groggily, hoping the girl really did as if she was alright. “Yes, I’m okay.” She beamed up at the girl and opened her mouth to ask how she was doing herself, but Ewan’s growling grew louder. Sophie peeked at him again. “Good golly, Ewan, what’s wrong with you?” When his nose twitched amidst the snarling, Sophie gently bopped it. Ewan jerked his head back and rubbed his snout with a paw. “Sorry about the Arcanine,” she apologized to the girl quickly. Scrambling to her feet, Sophie dusted herself off. Not a moment later, the growling returned and Sophie quickly said, “He isn’t usually such a stinker. I hope you’ll forgive him. Maybe it’s because this place is so foreign to us!” Shooting Ewan a glare, she hushed him again and turned her attention to the purple-haired girl, still grinning somewhat. Her eyelids drooped over her bright cerulean eyes bleared with drowsiness, and she could only imagine what a mess her hair must have been—that that she had much care for it, really. “Anyway, hello! I think I should thank you for waking me. It seems I was about to drown myself in Ewan’s fur!” She laughed lightly and extended a hand toward the girl. “My name is Sophie, and ‘Ewan’ is this big rascal…who won’t stop being rude,” she noted. “And,” she added with sternness in her voice, “if he doesn’t stop, I would like him to know that he’s going to be fed burnt food tonight.”

The growling halted, but Ewan’s eyes continued to glare at the stranger with an immediate distrust as he rose to his feet. Sophie cleared her throat, and her smile widened at the girl. “Who might you be?”