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 Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 8:52 pm
 ~Mikhail
Not wanting to keep his love waiting, it wasn't long before Mikhail returned with fresh supplies to spruce up his humble abode. A pile of firewood being placed on top of the cinders that remained from earlier along with some light, dry brush which was quick to catch and once again light up the room. Next to be set up was the remaining thatches that he collected; the dried out reeds and grass surely not Mareep wool or anything, but spread out on the floor of the cave there was at least enough to make a soft covering just large enough to keep Eira off the unforgiving ground.
"Your bed, my queen~."
He stood before his creation and bowed jokingly. Surely the Weavile before him must have been used to the high-life; and this being the furthest thing from it he had to make things as presentable as possible.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 8:55 pm
 EiraThe female smiled and stood up, walking over to Mikhail and wrapping her arms around his neck.
She gave him a quick kiss, leaning back.
"This queen expects to share her bed with her king~" She purred before sitting down on the makeshift bed.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 9:03 pm
~Mikhail
"As she wishes~"
Mikhail wasn't about to object as he swept his albino majesty off of her feet and held her bridal style just for a moment until he knelt down and gently placed her on the makeshift bed, weary of her stitches the entire time. From there he laid down to rest himself, his body curling around hers quite easily after he made sure she was getting the most comfort possible considering the conditions. Ironically, rather than for warmth, he held her in this matter so to make sure that the nearby fire didn't bother her naturally chilled body; his back facing the flames and acting as a wall from their heat.
"I'm sorry for leaving you; I should have known you were the only one I could trust..."
Were his last whispering words before he dozed off.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 2:56 pm
 EbonyEbony tilted her head, her long, fluffy ears brushing past her shoulders. She felt stronger than ever, and she could already sense her rival beginning to wane. ...But the time was not right. It would be better to wait; patience would bring her the opportune time, not rushed actions. She could certainly stand to gain more power, first.
She glanced up, rising to her feet, and jutting one hip to the side, in an obviously provocative manner. With her gaining strength, her looks were beginning to improve. She was eating better, for sure, and her curves were returning, much to her delight. Starvation had not been good to her body.
"Wyatt!" She called calmly, her voice cool, but not unfriendly. He'd helped her more than he realized, and, for that, she would not kill him when the time came to earn the power she so desperately desired.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 3:31 pm
 ~Wyatt
"Yesh mashtur?"
The Luxio arrived on call, words muffled by the brown, paper bag hanging from his maw. If one were to open said package they would find a plethora of canned goods essential to anyone who was living in solitude for so long, he having borrowed said foodstuffs from his team like this quite often. They rarely suspected anything and when they did it was just blamed on the idiot of a Flareon which he had the misfortune of sharing a room with himself. Approaching cautiously, with his head down of course, Wyatt dropped the package at the Lopunny's feet before backing away ever so slightly still in a very submissive pose with his tail tucked between his legs. He was glad to please her by supplying her nourishment; if anything the title of 'gatherer' for him being beneficial since it heightened the chances of him living through this whole experience. Then again if he were to die it would surely be best by the hands of his master.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 3:55 pm
EbonyEbony smiled, but the joy did not reach her eyes. "Thank you, Wyatt. Care to join me for lunch? We have much to discuss." She invited, accepting the bag her underling offered, and opening it up.
Canned food? Oh, was that stew? She hadn't had a decent stew in so long she'd forgotten the taste! She purred, pulling her sword out of it's sheathe, and slicing open the edge of the lid, to release the pressure within. She then set it into the firepit, which she had burning as cleanly as possible. Smoke would give away their position.
At least they were now very far from the guild. At least out of sight, she felt.
She smiled to herself, waiting for Wyatt to settle down, as he undoubtedly would. "The guilds are weakening." A thin smile curved her lips, and she gave the Luxio a pleased glance, her eyes flickering more brightly. She was delighted by the fact, it was obvious.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 4:31 pm
~Wyatt
Upon request Wyatt sat himself at the fire across from Ebony. Not that he would have been able to deny his master once her words were finalized anyway. By this point her rouge moments hardly phased the Luxio and he simply sat as she violently opened the once sealed can. Though he was specifically invited "for lunch" he didn't have plans on eating any of the food that he had brought specifically for Ebony; that being all she had to sustain her until his next trip which although he was quite reliable still wasn't worth taking any risks.
"I don't think I can wait much longer."
Wyatt noted with a heavy sigh, connecting his master's public appearance with the downfall of the guilds.
"The world deserves to see your plans set into action as soon as possible."
He concluded.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 4:42 pm
EbonyEbony shook her head. "The guilds are still plagued by the Weavile. He is immortal; I am not." She sighed, feeling a flicker of anger at the thought of the self-proclaimed 'God'. "That creature does not deserve the title he gives himself, but I have not yet the power to slay him myself. It will not do harm to let the sinners in the guilds take care of him themselves." If Wyatt had been sane, he probably would have realized that her words seemed to hold little true sanity. Sadly, he was anything but sane, chasing after the pretty, yet extremely volatile Lopunny before him.
"The world is changing, and the balance is more unstable than it's ever been. But nothing the guilds can do will even the flow for a while; not while the immortal lives." Her scarlet eyes narrowed, and she removed the can from the fire, holding it between a pair of sticks, and setting it near the fire to cool a little bit. Moments later, she did the same with a pot of water that she'd already had placed over the flames. She dumped the contents of the soup can into it, and stirred it around, letting the fresh scent of cooked stew flood her senses.
"In the meantime, I'm not yet at full strength. I will be, soon, however. With the balance shifting more and more each day, it will not be long before I can begin the final preparations." She grinned, baring a pair of sharp fangs as she smiled.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 5:07 pm
~Wyatt
To Wyatt, the Lopunny's explanation seemed entirely reasonable; may as well let two enemies tire each other out if anything before making a move. Then again even if she went on a 10 minute rant about flying Rapidash, he probably would have agreed a hundred percent.
"What if the Weavile ends up overpowering the guilds?"
He inquired after a moment of solo thought that was rare in itself. From his viewpoint the Pokemon was deemed immortal...Doesn't that mean no matter how much is thrown at him there were no means to kill him? It could be quite the long time for himself and Ebony sitting here in this cave before he is out of the way.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 5:25 pm
EbonyEbony glanced at Wyatt, lifting the pot with one hand, and snatching up her spoon in the other. She shrugged her shoulders, and began to eat, listening in silence to her underling's question.
She swallowed, and spoke up again, her short, fluffy tail twitching in what could have been an adorable manner, if not for the expression she wore. Those eyes had looked into those of the dying, and smiled. "If they fail, the balance will be thrown entirely off, and I will become far more powerful than the Weavile will ever be." She boasted proudly, lifting her chin.
"Even an immortal cannot withstand the wrath of an angry goddess!" She hissed, her crimson eyes flashing with an echo of the triumph that was to come. She sipped again at her stew, and her expression faded to one of contentment. "This stew is quite good, Wyatt. Thank you for indulging me in this." What else was he going to do? Deny her? She doubted it. He'd rather die, and he probably would.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 6:04 pm
~Wyatt
"So...Either way we win?"
The Luxio inquired further, more out of idiocy than anything at this point. He didn't mean to question Ebony's words but even he knew he couldn't trust what he had heard and put together himself; in his mind his master's plan was bulletproof.
"I try my best, madame Ebony."
Blush matching the pink tones that occasionally appeared across the rest of his body, appeared at the cheeks of Wyatt's face as he was commended for a job well done.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 6:22 pm
EbonyEbony laughed, her cruel, feminine voice enough to send chills down the spines of her enemies, and probably arouse the teen Luxio who listened. He was anything but right in the head, truthfully.
"I always win." The Lopunny answered calmly, her voice firm.
She finished her soup, setting the empty pot down next to the fire, which she swiftly doused with a pile of sand, smothering it easily. Only a few wisps of dark smoke rose from the stifled flames, and she waved them away with an impatient hand.
She turned to look at Wyatt again, her eyes glowing unnaturally as she grinned.
"Creaus cannot be defeated."
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 1:47 pm
~Wyatt
Wyatt sat contently; his tail swishing back and forth as he listened to Ebony's words with utmost intrigue. Her confidence was at least reassuring, and he remained happy as can be until suddenly the main light source that kept the immediate area from going dark with the retreating sunlight, was put out without warning. He contained himself enough to not let out a shriek at the sudden change of atmosphere; but it was strange in itself for a feline to even be effected by a change in ambiance. Granted his company was quite possibly enough to send chills down the spine of anyone. Ebony's words to follow hardly helping the situation at all. He had full faith in her as a revolutionary leader; but the whole godly act was a little much for him. He went along with whatever she said about it, but outside of rumor he wasn't entirely sure of her legendary status.
"I have no doubt now that you will succeed, master. Thank you for taking the time to explain this all to me."
He spoke, sounding sure despite the fact this his mind was still in spirals on the complexity of the topic. Teenage distractions could surely be blamed for at least half of his inability to understand the graveness of what he had gotten himself into.
"I think it best I get going soon. I'll check back as regularly as possible. What I brought you today should last at least a week need be."
He spoke, looking hesitantly between the Lopunny and the retreating horizon behind him.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 3:27 pm
EbonyEbony's eyes narrowed at the uncertainty in his voice. She didn't like the way he sounded; doubtful. However, perhaps it was for the best. He could not betray her to the guilds as easily, if he did not trust all of the information.
"Yes, yes. Get going. I'll see you again when I require your assistance." Her voice was unnerving, the lack of emotion, and the cold expression she wore seemed to only add to the effect.
She adjusted the sword on her back, and disappeared in a flash, slipped into the shadows before Wyatt could so much as bat an eyelash.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 5:38 pm
 MercutioIt had been rather quiet in the Rocky Plains lately.
It was nearing dark, and the area was almost barren.
Almost, because there was a tall, dark figure perched atop a large boulder.
Mercutio's cape gently swayed in the wind as he stood there, staring off into nothingness.
His black glasses were completely covering his eyes, giving him the look of a soulless being.
Behind those glasses, his eyes were closed.
Behind his eyelids, he was fighting back tears...
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