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 Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 6:22 pm
Bliss sighed to the Pidgeot, preparing to explain the situation to her in a less... Depressing way. "There's no reason to completely give up. Even causing problems for the humans would help. At this point, we're all somehow injured and incapable of escape. The only way I see it is to try to find the weak point of the security and then attack it with everyone who can fight when the time comes." It was true, alone and injured, not one of them stood a chance. ...okay, maybe the Gyarados, but it was still along ways off. And by the time it did escape, it might already be too late.
She scoffed at the bird Pokemon's mention of the word 'hopeless'. It didn't seem to matter to her that she was unaware of who the Pidgeot was actually speaking to, as she replied regardless. "It's far from that. It may take a while, I must admit. The humans are well prepared. But they cannot be completely ready for every different type of Pokemon -they're only human, after all." A smirk glided across her face.
She was not comforting Celeste. There was nothing that she could say to reassure her that her children were fine, as she herself didn't know anything about what went on outside the enormous walls. However, what she could do was hit the grief-stricken Pokemon with a dose of her personal opinion.
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 7:15 pm
Celeste took a while to ponder what the Absol had said. While her own personal beliefs differed from Bliss', something in what she said still managed to encourage the Pidgeot on some level. She nodded slowly, adding quietly, 'I'm not sure what help an old Pidgeot might be, but when the time comes, if I can be of any help at all, you have my services as well. Afterall, I want out of here as badly as anyone else.'
She was quiet for a bit, looking out through the fence as she began musing. 'You have no little ones of your own, do you, Bliss? Of course not,' she chuckled softly, shaking her head and correcting herself. 'You're much too young for that yet. Forgive me. However, there's something you probably can't understand until you become a mother. Once you have children, you discover...there is no limit to what you will do to protect your offspring. Once separated from them, you'll tear down an entire mountain with your talons...or claws as the case may be...to make it back to them.' She turned her golden eyes back to the Absol. Something new was there. It wasn't hope necessarily...but they were bright now with a steely sort of determination. 'I have no misconceptions. I know I don't stand much of a chance by myself; but that won't stop me from trying my damnedest to get out of this place and back to my little ones.'
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 9:29 am
Bliss grinned. One more aid in their fight, when the time came. "We'll be glad to have you, old or not. Your wisdom might be the precise piece we need for a successful escape."
"I don't." She said shortly. "I somehow managed to become the only Absol where I lived." Out of sheer luck, or the fact that she had somehow found the perfect living space, Bliss had been happily alone for a good, long time. "However, if things stay the way they are now, none of us will have a chance to create the next generation." She wasn't exactly keen on having to look after an entire slew of tiny Absols. They'd be more than a small handful, no doubt. Even though she did not exactly understand Celeste's feelings, a sort of respect for the bird Pokemon grew within Bliss. Doubtless the Pidgeot wasn't the strongest -no, she didn't care for battles nearly enough to be a good fighter- but she did have determination, the Absol had to give her that.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 1:14 am
Celeste couldn't help but chuckle softly in response. "It's good to feel useful in that case."
Not that Celeste was quite as old as she let on sometimes. It was more that she had...an 'old soul' as some might say. Always mature for her age, she had a tendency to sound and act older than she really was, often mistaken for a much older Pidgeot than she was by other Pokemon.
And on a more amusing note, perhaps Celeste wouldn't have written herself off as so 'useless' if she had seen herself in battle above this very yard with a certain male Fearow. Too bad the details of that day (or at least that battle) were still a little fuzzy.
"Not all are destined for parenthood," she admitted with a solemn nod. "I simply believe that if that is the road desired, then they should have the choice to make on their own. If that is the world I fight for, then so be it. As soon as this wing is healed fully, you may count me in your growing army."
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 1:18 pm
"I'll keep you updated as best I can." She would have to find a way to relay messages to the Pidgeot. Doubtless the guards would crack down on her even more after her constant struggles against them. For good reason, they'd be afraid of her. "If you do meet the Charizard, mention me. He should pay attention." If she saw Charcoal before, she'd have to mention to him to tell the Pidgeot what she told him. They could get information to each other easily if there were three of them. "Perfect. I'll leave you to rest, then, Celeste. Until the next time we meet, goodbye." She began padding away from the injured bird Pokemon with an accomplished grin.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 3:22 pm
Celeste silently watched the young Absol leave after offering her own farewell. The poor thing...so full of rage and hatred. And at such a young age. It was truly a shame. Such a young female should be out enjoying life, making the most of her youth, perhaps even searching for love...
The Pidgeot shook her head slightly, dispelling the thoughts before she could lapse into reminiscing. No time for that now, as it would do little good for anyone. It never did.
She glanced at her bandaged wing with a grimace. Not that she was much good for anything right now. It seemed all she had to do at the moment was concentrate on healing...though that wasn't exactly an active response. Ah well, a nap could do these old bones some good...
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