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 Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 10:59 pm
  Gillian Verde ● Maybel
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Having long since forgotten about the plight of her bush incident, Maybel stared at Tobuscus blankly. "What bushes?" she asked. Of course, she knew that the bushes had attacked her. But the little blue pokemon was not one to dwell on her misfortunes. Why, if enough time happened to past, the little moment would spring upon her and she would suddenly recount (and exaggerate) her mighty battle with the plants. Why, by the time dawn came around, Maybel would insist that she had had a dream about a giant monster pile of leaves and her valiant battle against it.
But back to the matter at hand. And that would the moment Maybel realized it was a little harder to see everyone. Had it just happened? Or had it already been this way and she had not noticed. It was darker and all of the trees were beginning to cast shadows. She squinted at the Pokemon before her. Everyone was a bit more muted in appearance and she took a step forward to see if it would make her vision any better. No, not really. She craned her head so that her gaze was upward. Nope. She took a few more steps forward until she was looking directly under Tobuscus' chin. He didn't seem to get any more orange.
Reaching up to scratch her nose, Gillian thought about what route they might have been on. Route 20? Route 13? If only whoever had decided to name these roads a little more uniquely! Then she wouldn't have to wrack her brain to think once more whether any PokeCenters would be nearby.
"Maybe we could go into the forest and find a nice clearing? Camping out near the road doesn't seem so comfortable with all of these rocks around," she observed as the tip of her shoe nudged a rock. Gillian was reconsidering whatever reasoning had convinced her to carry such a small pack. Sure, it was great for traveling. Fast traveling. And it helped her keep up with Maybel. Not only that, she really didn't have that many possessions. And well, adding a sleeping bag to her little pile of objects seemed like a very good idea at the moment. She made a mental note to buy a bigger bag the next time they reached a town.
"Sorry, I never thought to pack a tent either," Gillian said apologetically. "But I think roughing it in a small meadow seems just as comfortable? And with a campfire, I'm sure we wouldn't need a blanket!" She paused at the last question.
Roasted poketreats didn't sound very. . .appetizing. But that might have been because she only ever carried fish flavored poketreats and those didn't taste good. At all. Well, then. "I've never had roasted Poketreats, but it doesn't hurt to experiment, right?" Hopefully?
She glanced over to Maybel and the other pokemon to see how they were holding up only to see her Mudkip's head touching the ground whilst staring up at Tobuscus. Oh no. . .
Maybel only ever allowed herself to be that close to the floor when. . .
THUMP! "Zzzz. . ."
"Well. I don't think we have to worry about Maybel's sleeping arrangements. She sleeps fine just about anywhere."
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 3:49 pm
    Giggling, Vixxie peered down at Maybel. Either the little Pokemon was completely tuckered out.. or... the Mudkip was maybe a bit narcoleptic. Either way, Vixxie was admittedly a tad envious over the fact that Maybel could so easily hunker down for sleep, and shook her head from side to side in her amusement.
"I see! Maybel is quite a character, isn't she?"
Keeping her bag in front of her, she nudged a few of the items inside around and tugged. She produced a heavy sweater, made of bright blue woven wool, and shook it out to unfold it. Perhaps Vixxie had a Magical Bottomless-Pit brand messenger bag, and she very well could have had a tent in there somewhere, but the sweater... well....
Her mother, bless her heart, was a little inept at sewing. Vixxie was a small thing, both in height and in weight, but the sweater she now held was large enough to easily fit a girl three times her size. If Vixxie tugged the sweater on over her head, the lower hem would brush her past knees -- even down further than her skirt reached! It may not have been a practical article of clothing, but it would make for a nice blanket!
"Tobuscus, would you mind getting a fire started? Maybe over there?" and she gestured a bit further in the brush around them. "Be careful you don't start a huuuuuge fire, okay?"
It didn't take the small Charmander long at all to gather up enough rocks, sticks, brush and leaves to make a nice roaring campfire. Second nature to him, maybe, but he'd dragged enough stone around to keep the fire contained. One touch of his fire-tipped tail had set all the tinder ablaze and the warmth it gave off was... very comforting.
It also provided some much needed light once the sun settled down and over the horizon!
With Maybel sound asleep on a random spot of ground, Jayse decided that the Trainers would be all right with Tobuscus nearby. The Vaporeon bent his front legs, to allow the squeaking Fufu back down, and then he paced on his paws in a slow circle around the Mudkip.
The ground wasn't the most comfortable thing to curl up and sleep on, but it would just have to do. Using his tail as a barrier, he slowly lowered down to lay next to the Mudkip, then swept the finned appendage up and around behind her.
He watched as Vixxie fussed over crafting a make-shift bed with her massive sweater, and when he was satisfied that his Trainer would be okay.... Jayse laid his head down to rest.
Once Jayse laid down, curled up in a semi-circle around Maybel, Fufu wasted no time!
She bounced over, wedged herself between the Vaporeon and the Mudkip, wriggled in close enough to bury her little face against Maybel's chest, and promptly fell asleep... making quiet "Fuuu....... fuuuuu..." noises in a Cleffa-version of snoring.
"It doesn't look incredibly comfortable, but it should do.. don't you think?"
Turning to peer towards Gillian, Vixxie stepped away from her "bed". She'd nudged away a few fallen branches, pushed rocks with her foot off of the ground around the fire, and laid out her too-big sweater across the grass.
"We can share the blanket," and she paused to giggle again. "If you can even call it a blanket. I think we should be okay here, don't you?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 6:51 pm
Gillian Verde ● Maybel
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Smiling wryly down at her snoring Mudkip, Gillian replied, "I learned after the first couple of times that she has a very specific bedtime. Whenever she conks out like that, I know it's 9 o' clock." Of course, she hadn't realized that the first time it happened. Oh, boy.
She had run all the way to the nearest PokeCenter in near hysterics because she thought she had killed her very first pokemon. And that it was a sign she would never be suited to be a trainer. Or even fit to be near any sort pokemon. Even the ghosts! Of course, it didn't also help that their first battle had ended with some injuries on Maybel's part. So she spent a sleepless night waiting for word on Maybel from Nurse and, what do ya know? The little Mudkip jumped up exactly eight hours after she 'fainted' and was up and running like she always had been.
"And she wakes up at exactly 5AM. Which is, in my opinion, an ungodly hour," she added.
Maybel was having a wonderful dream. She was chasing magikarp all around a small body of water and there were so many of them! They would crowd in one place and she would shoot like a torpedo straight for the center. Then the school of magikarp would scatter in and create chaos in the water. She giggled every single time she disrupted their attempts to band together.
The water began to become warmer and soon she found herself transported to a sauna. Maybel looked around for a moment. She terribly confused. How did a cold river of magikarp turn into this? But it didn't last long. The warmth become incredibly comfortable. She settled on a bench and relaxed.
Outside of her dream world, Maybel snuggled closer to Fufu and Jayse. Her limbs stretched and soon she had draped herself over both Pokemon.
Surveying their bed critically, Gillian couldn't help that feeling that... "It's missing something. But what..." She thought about what else she had packed that could contribute to their bed. Oh! She quickly unslung her pack and rummaged around.
"Gotta be here somewhere," she mutter. Pokeballs. Food. Pokedex. Ahah! She pulled out two small, but thick packets with string hanging from them. She pulled both of the strings and they instantly inflated.
"Insta-pillows! Found them in Jubilife City," Gillian explained. She handed one to Vixxie and plopper her own next to the sweater bed. "A little strange at first, but it's better than hard ground, right?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 4:33 pm
Inflatable pillows! What an awesome idea! Vixxie eagerly took the one offered to her and squished it a bit in her arms.
"Perfect," she replied, with a wide smile plastered across her face. "Thanks, Gillian~!"
It wasn't the most glamorous of beds -- a pile of brush around an oversized sweater, with two puffed up air-filled pillows. But. For being a pretty pink princess, Vixxie thought it was just right. Under the stars, with her Pokemon nearby, on her way to her home... with a new friend, too! There wasn't anywhere else she'd rather be bunking for the night than right where they were.
Setting the pillow down on the ground, Vixxie stepped over the sweater carefully and wiggled down onto it. She tugged at the hem, then at one of the arms, and wrapped it around herself. True, the pillow was a little harder than she was used to but it worked for what it was, and after mumbling a sleepy, "G'night..." she was asleep in mere moments.
Since Jayse, Fufu and Maybel were all curled up with one another in a Pokemon-pile, Tobuscus decided to keep close to the two girls... and to the fire, too!
Who better than to tend to the fire going than a Charmander, hmm?
He kicked a little at the ground and nudged some more of the brush away from the fire, but not by too much, and then twirled on his toes (though he'd never even admit to doing such a thing!) to plop down. His tail was outstretched, with the fire tip just barely sitting next to the flames, to ensure the campfire kept them warm through the night.
The faint sound of Vixxie's (and Fufu's...) snoring was very relaxing, and Tobuscus was soon lulled into slow rhythmic breathing... and then he, too, was sound asleep.
While Maybel dreamt away, Jayse had a relatively dreamless sleep. He always did. There were times when he saw swirling colors, mostly shades of blue, in his mind's eye. And sometimes, the sounds he heard around him (mainly Fufu!) would make him think he was being attacked in the few seconds before his eyes opened.
But tonight, he was.. relaxed. He felt secure, with two Trainers around. And he felt as though he was secure for Maybel and Fufu as they slept, which in turn relaxed him further. The Vaporeon knew, even as he slept, that everyone would be safe.
...or would they?
As the hours passed, and the moon rose to the middle of the sky.. and then slowly descended towards the horizon, Jayse heard in that vague, hazy sort of way... a rustling in the brush. He stirred, though not enough to nudge the Cleffa or Mudkip, and made a quiet murmur under his slowed breathing.
It became louder though, as the night gradually turned to day. Dawn was approaching, and the rustling became more vigorous. It was scratching, rustling, leaves moving and branches breaking. And as sunlight hit Jayse's closed eyelids, he begrudgingly opened them.
He saw movement in his blurry vision, and he blinked to try and clear his eyes. But when the sound actually registered in his groggy mind, Jayse shot up from the ground in an instant.
"Who's ther--...." And then he saw it.
Big, black eyes. Long green body. Squirming and wriggling, ensnared between two bush branches.
"A Caterpie..." Poor thing. Trying to keep quiet, and being careful not to step on Maybel or Fufu, Jayse crept his way over towards the trapped Pokemon.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 4:19 pm
 Gillian Verde ● Maybel ● Avarice
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Boredom. Hunger. More boredom. Avarice was sick of spending quality time with his pokeball. Even though he was technically grounded, Gillian didn't really believe he would allow himself to stay confined for a while week? Mentally nodding to himself, Avarice decided that his punishment was over and forced the pokeball open.
Click!
"Finally! Freedom!" Avarice sighed. He looked up at the sky and grumbled. Dawn was coming and that meant he had missed the darkness of the night! Scratching is head, he looked around for Gillian. She was resting on the grass with some stranger. He grinned. That meant she wouldn't notice for a while! Unless...Maybel woke up. But he was sure he had at least ten or so minutes before she awoke.
A rustling noise caused his ears to twitch and he began hunting for the sound's source. Ears faced forward, Avarice began moving towards a cluster of bushes. Once there, he parted the bushes in the direction of the rustling noise. And came face to face to the rear end of something fuzzy and green. He grimaced.
He raised his head over the green thing only to see a blob of blue get in the way of his vision! He blinked a few times to clear his gemstone eyes and finally the blob was given definition. It was a...
"Vaporeon?"
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