Born from the dreams of the sweet, the gentle, and the loving, this is the path ventured by the compassionate and charitable, those that would save others from pain even at the cost of their selves, for seeing the smiles of others is their happiness. Not all dreams on this trail are martyrs of course, but they always see to others before themselves. Being kind however doesn't always mean being peaceful, and sometimes the greatest kindness comes from a firm hand. Just don't forget to take care of yourself along the way.
"Wait, no, not this way, the other way, the OTHER way!"
Jasmine's protests however would fall on deaf ears as Ironclaw would land herself, as clouds gave way to forestry, the bird craning back and forth. [Sorry, orders are orders.]
"Wait, WHOSE orders?"
[Mine.] Burnout would state simply as he floated lazily down after them.
Jasmine's mouth hung for a moment before she looked to the former Arcanine there, "Hey, hold on, what happened to me trainer?"
[Oh, I'm sorry.] Burnout let his false apology smother itself in sarcasm. [But weren't you the one who so often reminds us we are not your pokémon, but your 'partners'?]
[Besides] He snuffed a puff of smoke up out of his lid, looking to the girl. [This is your path, not the path of the Brave.]
"But I AM brave!" Jasmine would decry from her perch on Ironclaw's back. A statement she'd almost regret as Burnout suddenly flung forward, hovering just before her face, heat radiating off of his dome and pain itching away under her bandages at the sensation...
[There is a different word for what you are Jasmine.] The growling, guttural noise that came would have been a perfect match to the days of his Arcanine body, the flame in his housing rushing and shaking back and forth until he would calm himself.
[But you are young and impetuous... and there is a difference to being brave... and being foolhardy.]
He would instead nod forward to the path ahead.
[You are a medic first... trainer second.]
[And I truly believe this is the correct path for you.]
"..."
"You could've said BEFORE we left, you know? It would've looked much cooler if I wasn't screaming all the way over here." The girl said in a small voice, looking away and idling with bag of items to hand out.
[It would have.] Ironclaw chirped in agreement.
Burnout sighed, his flame snuffing as smoke filled his dome in exasperation and he shook side to side, a journey began with but a single step...
Proceeding forward as she was, Jasmine would find the silence of the forest broken by the rustling of bushes, leaves and twigs rubbing against one another as a feathered yellow tail swayed back and forth. Peering beyond the bushes would provide Jasmine with the all too common sight of a Psyduck, clutching it's head with it's eyes shut. ">Hhhrrrrgh!<" The Water-type grunted, pressing it's hands against it's temples harder ">HRRRRRRRRGGGGGGH!!!<" The sound got louder as the Pokemon pressed harder. Was his headache really so painful?
At the first hint of a rustle, the three were immediately on the defensive, Jasmine tried to peer over when Ironclaw's wings would suddenly sprout and fan out as to hide the girl behind the metal cover.
Burnout immediately rushed forward above the Skarmory as well, flames lit and readied...
...All for a Psyduck.
Immediately the air relaxed, as Jasmine pushed the bladed wing tips away and Ironclaw folded the wings in turn for her.
[Well... That was an anticlimactic reveal...]
Jasmine frowned, eyes still fixed on the Psyduck, "It looks fine... Sort if, no tell tale demonic aura or anything from the Nightmare..."
Already the girl was expanding the pokeball with Nightingale inside, readying the nurse.
[Jasmine, be careful.] hushed Burnout with a seething hiss of flame.
"We aren't going to get anywhere fighting everything that appears in front of us..." The girl gave the Lampent a glance before she threw the ball forward, letting the Chansey appear beside her. "Nightingale?"
"Can you check on this Psyduck, see if its okay?"
The Chansey would look and nod, waddling forward in similar fashion toward the duck. [Hello... Is everything okay?]
">HRRRRRGGUHHHGUHH!!!<" The Psyduck grunted, pressing against his head even harder as if trying to force something. Were it not for the PokeDex telling her it was male, she might very well assume it was trying to lay an egg. Finally after a moment more the Psyduck would release a sigh, shoulders slouching. ">No it is not ok!<" He quacked, looking over at the Chansey. ">See that?<" He asked, waving a wing off to the side. Following the flailing of the limb, Nightingale and company would find themselves looking at a large blue scarf hanging high up from a tree branch located over a stream ">That's mine! But I can't get it! No matter how hard I try I can't get a headache!<" The Psyduck quacked. Well it was said a Psyduck's headaches related to their Psychic abilities, but it was doubtful one had ever heard of a Psyduck actually trying to give itself a migraine.
">I need a headache or I'll never get it back!<" The Psyduck gave another irritated quack. Suddenly his large eyes became larger, one feathered hand falling into the other ">I've got it!<" He exclaimed ">Icecream!<" Flailing feathers the Psyduck turned to the nurse ">If I eat lots of icecream really fast I'm sure to get a headache!<" He declared, sounding rather proud of himself; but then where would one get icecream in a forest? ">Quick go over there and scoop me a cone at least this high!<" The Psyduck said, raising his hand as high as it would go while indicating three large buckets of icecream sitting by the stream. Well....that was convenient. It was a dream after all. ">Oh and you'll need this!<" The Psyduck added, pulling an absolutely massive icecream scoop from out of the bushes. Seemed he was serious. It would appear the game was afoot!
Psyduck's Icecream Headache!
Objective:Scoop as much icecream as you can within the post limit! Rules: To scoop icecream roll 2D20. The first roll will be to determine the size of the scoop, the second will determine how many scoops you've managed. Bonus points for getting within 2 above or below Psyduck's preferred size. Number of scoops will be determined by 1 D20 + The STR stat of the Pokemon Scooping then divided by 10. Post Limit currently set to 3.
Nightingale blinked, and as she would crane up, so would every other member of the team look up at the scarf.
[Hmmph. THAT is what this is all about?] The Lampent looked back at the Psyduck. [I can just floa-]
"Nightingale, get scooping!"
Skarmory, Lampent, Chansey and all about turned on her in disbelief.
[Jasmine, what on earth are you saying? I can just-]
"This is a dream, things won't always make sense... and if you've never read Through the Looking Glass, it doesn't do well to act the only sane person in a dream world." She nodded to the Chansey, "Go for it."
The nurse looked hesitant... she was TRYING to make the Psyduck have a headache? [Well...]
She picked up the scoop. [I'll do my best...]
Popping the lid of the first container, she plunged the scoop inside and then pushed down like a person trying to jack their car instead, trying to heave out all the ice cream in one go!
Nightingale strained, she threw all of her efforts into fighting this now, gritting teeth as the carton buckled, and out in one go came the entire lot,with her beaming proud, she held it aloft.... but then, strained, swaying side to side... he group held a collective breath... and then she regained her balance.
[I'm okay!] She called, waving... and as she waved the scoop, the cartons contents fell off, rolling away down the hill as a frozen block.
With one scoop, Nightingale was left with just the smallest scrapings in the spoon. [Um... ooops?]
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Jasmine couldn't believe she was having to teach this. In fact she couldn't even consider how it would be possible to justify this as training.
"Okay... just skim along the top and keep rolling, you want to be firm, with just enough of a pressure to start really digging in..."
[Got it!] Yelled Nightingale, as she began digging into the second container of ice cream.
And Jasmine sighed... she wasn't sure about this so much any more...
Nightingale certainly was far more nervous than the situation called for, another carton later and SHE was covered in more ice cream than her meagre scoops.
It just didn't make sense to her, why was this so hard?! She had performed surgery in the woods with improvised tools for Arceus sake! Why was this so difficult?!
Well, her eyes went to the last carton... She had only one more chance to do this right...
Apprehensively she took the scoop... Just imagine... Just imagine it was a medical procedure, an organ transplant even! Delicate, but deliberate...
When at last the Chansey was done her 'procedure' the Psyduck was left looking a bit sceptical. Sitting atop an overly large cone, the icecream sitting on top of it looked a little like it had been caught in a car accident, swept away in a rockslide, before being mauled by an Ursaring. Still, though he acted with hesitation the psychic mallard would gobble it all down, consuming the icecream as swiftly as he was able. When he was finished he pressed his hands to his temples and began to grunt. A psychic glow filled his eyelids, and then...nothing. After fully warming up the energy swiftly petered out. ">Not enough!<" The Psyduck quacked in frustration. Flailing his arms the duck would charge off towards the stream, crashing through it's waters and running straight across the the inlet and the tree his scarf was trapped in. Without a second thought the Water-Type slammed straight into the trunk head first. Still the scarf didn't bunch...until of course it was covered in a tell tale psychic glow. Apparently where icecream had failed, the concussion was succeeding. Drifting off the branch of the tree and wrapped itself gingerly around the Pokemon's neck, the scarf would at last be where it belonged. No thanks to Nightingale. Huffing slightly, the Psyduck would then merely jump into the stream and disappear.
The Chansey sighed heavily, her downy fur all covered in ice cream dollops, she was a mess... and for nothing...
A hand was placed on her shoulder there, as Jasmine would smile at the Chansey, "Don't worry, you're not on this team for your ice cream scooping prowess here."
It took a moment, but Nightingale would smile a little. [...I AM a lot better with my bandages than my scoop size, huh?]
Jasmine didn't answer, only laugh and hold out an arm at length to show off the fine bandage work, before patting the seat behind her, indicating as Ironclaw would lower her wing, making a set of spread feathers into stairs for her join, as gathered together, they would head onwards once more...
Travelling further down the dirt strewn path, Jasmine would find an odd twinkle entering the corner of her vision. Upon closer inspection she'd find that, sitting by the bushes and sparkling like a fine gem, was a single Figgy Berry just sitting on the ground. Dreams were odd to begin with, but a berry which glinted in the light was just bizarre!
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"Huh." Jasmine would blink as Ironclaw would raise the berry up in her beak and offer it to the girl, placing it away into her backpack.
"Take every concession we can get I guess?" She nodded onward, looking at the forest ahead, it was a small relief at least. Anything was handy right now...
What Jasmine would encounter this time about would be something of an oddity...again. Travelling down the path, the bushes would rustle as they had with the Psyduck; save for this time there would be no need to investigate the source of the noise, as it came bounding through the leaves straight past them! ">GYAAAAAAAH! SHE'S GONNA EAT ME!<" The surprisingly high pitched voice of a male Pokemon screamed. Arms up, flailing like mad as he ran like a frightened bunny was...well...a bunny. It would seem Jasmine had encountered a male Buneary...one with a rather odd tuft of fur on his forehead.
">Stop scream you dolt! It's just a bath!<" A far huskier, mature, and distinctly feminine voice called out from behind the bushes. Falling not far behind her quarry was a female Buneary, slightly smaller but with a much sterner gaze. The mother most likely. Clutching a sponge in one hand, a small bucket in the other which seemed to slop all over the place as she ran.
">GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! SHE'S GONNA BATHE ME!<" The male screamed. Apparently her words weren't reassuring in the least.
Well, once more it seemed Jasmine had a choice. Help the mother with her problem. Attack while they were distracted, this was a two for one deal after all! Or she could just walk on by, putting all this insanity behind her!
Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 7:51 am
The team would watch the strange antics, heads would turn and follow the mother and son there, the strangeness of a dream was certainly something...
[Let's leave them to it.] Burnout would say snappily, already beginning to float forward.
"Nightingale, help that Buneary stop her son!" Jasmine declared, much to the annoyance of the Lampent. The girl had already turned upon the Lampent before he could even complain to her, "The Psyduck ran before we could say anything, but we need to warn these two to get them away... if that means helping them first, we do it."
"We have no idea how far away or close by the 'Nightmare' is."
Suddenly, a pudgy Chansey would stand in the path of the smaller Buneary, arms folded sternly. [I believe it's time for your sponge bath, mister!]
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