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 Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 7:02 pm
Venari
Ty Arturius
If she didn't kill someone, then... "You are being trained." There was a great many things. Sorrow and pity stood at the front. There was no rage, there was only a passive sense of exhaustion and weariness. This wasn't a curse designed to harm, that much was abundantly clear. No harmful, no dangerous or vicious curse was placed upon someone with such passive and forlorn emotions. "Your actions brought about great pity. Whoever cursed you holds deep contempt for your actions but not your person. You sinned grievously and they sought to correct you as a mother would." It was, to Arturius, the only thing that made sense. There was no sensible alternative. Curiousity once more broke into the otherwise plain, even tone of his voice. "What did you do to evoke such a curse?"
Ty, again stared. He had never heard Arturius really talk so much, especially unprovoked. He had no idea who Vyra was, aside from her introduction. He had no idea what prompted this all and he knew pretty much nothing about curses and it was all pretty confusing and kind of annoying. "What's going on?" But mostly confusing.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2015 2:07 pm
 VyraVyra’s eyes darkened with anger, the Vulpix’s tails lashing with frustration. ”Trained?” she hissed, forcing the fur to lie flat on the back of her neck. She could not lose composure. It was not her way. ”What sort of cruel nature would someone have to have… to think that this is an acceptable training method? I have been cursed, branded for life with the decision of someone else, and I can never go back home because of it. It is more akin to exile, to my mind.”
There was a glimmer of golden light around her teeth as the fire within her belly crept into her throat. Gritting her teeth tightly shut, she swallowed. Composure. She needed composure. She growled, but took the moment to take a deep breath. ”I already told you that I do not know the reason,” Vyra repeated, the anger having instantly left her tone.
”Whatever you might think, Hunter’s Blade, the fault in this is not my own. I have done nothing.” There was a cool note of finality to her voice, clearly withholding all emotion until she could restrain her anger appropriately.
The Vulpix spoke again, wrinkling her nose with distaste at the subject. ”If there is anything else of value you might wish to share, I would greatly appreciate it. I am one who works to prevent and resolve such incidents as this, but I cannot cure my own spirit. I have tried everything.”
The Pancham beside them spoke up again, a leather sword sheath resting on the table next to his book. She had ignored him the first time, but now he was becoming much louder. ”Do take care to keep your voice low. This is a library, after all, but there also are elements of this conversation that I would prefer did not leave this company.” Her voice was firm and authoritative. Though she held no real power over the Pancham, this was still a topic personal to herself. She would prefer to keep it that way. Still, at least her words were polite.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2015 5:18 pm
Venari
Ty Arturius
Arturius watched and listened. If he felt threatened by the faint flames that rose from her maw, or if he indeed felt anything at all about anything she did or said, it didn't show. He simply floated stoically, observed and listened. It was hard for him to do much else, even if he had been inclined to do so. There was not much he wished to share, but he was willing to give the Vulpix a certain amount of instruction. "You are unlikely to remove it. There are only a few ways to remove a curse and you have the capacity for none of them unless you would risk your life to save your pride. You would best consider what possible reason you were cursed and what you can do to fulfill the hexer's desires." That was Vyra's most likely recourse. She needed to seek forgiveness. Whether or not that was "fair" was something else entirely, it was simply the only option available to her.
Ty, meanwhile, tried to follow the very sudden and very heated conversation as best he could. Ty was not a stupid pokemon, but in the matters of ghosts and souls he was deeply uneducated. The most he could figure out was that Vyra was cursed. She had said as much. Arturius had known that... somehow. Ghost stuff? He guessed? Arturius was a ghost sword, or something, so that kind of made sense. Vyra was extremely upset about it for reasons beyond the curse itself, since she was apparently a priestess... which Ty had no idea what that was, since he had never been a part of a religious community and the term was entirely foreign to him. He knew what a curse was because of the stories he had been told when he was younger. Supposedly those who invoked the ire of the dead were punished for it, often by having some precious ability taken from them.
He wasn't really all that surprised she'd been cursed, since she seemed like kind of an a** and she could definitely invoke the ire of somebody, dead or alive. But as long as she was acting that way, he didn't have much compulsion to tread carefully around her. He gave her only the courtesy of keeping his voice reasonably low, though no lower than one would expect for a library in the first place. "So you're cursed? What's the curse?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2015 2:00 pm
Vyra"I see." Vyra stared hard at Arturius for a moment, her tails swishing as she processed the information. The feats she was likely incapable of completing herself- that would be killing the source of the curse. That was certainly true. As much venom as she felt toward that person, she could tell even from the remnants of the curse that hung on her soul that they were vastly more powerful than she. She would not be capable of overpowering someone like that.
His second suggestion was certainly more interesting, but it would require a deep degree of introspection and meditation. In order to meet the desires of that person, she would first have to uncover the meaning behind those desires.
This she had tried, on numerous occasions. She had tried refusing gifts of her own accord, completing tasks for others, and even saving lives. Nothing she'd tried thus far seemed to have worked properly. There was a component of this curse that she couldn't quite grasp, and it went beyond the motivation. Even the specific actions of the curse were more broadly-reading than her scope of understanding.
"I'm afraid I cannot tell you that," she recited coolly, her green eyes staring back at the Pancham. "Even if it were prudent to share it, I am unable to. Curses often work in such a manner." The Vulpix's eyes darkened with unspoken regret. It was not that she regretted her inability to explain the curse, but rather that she regretted the way it had affected her life so far... and she certainly regretted the day it had begun. It was akin to torture, in her mind. She could not accept material items, not even those which she had earned or bargained for. She was lucky she seemed able to eat, to make use of an item even if she could not possess it. Then again, perhaps starvation would have been kinder.
"I can tell you that the effects of the curse make little sense to me, and that the circumstances surrounding the day I was cursed... are painful."
Her was voice quiet now, all anger tempered by the weight of her loss and the burden of the curse. "What you have told me... I hope will at least be of some value in future. I thank you for this," she informed Arturius, drawing her attention away from the Pancham entirely. As she thanked him, her voice did not display any sort of sincerity. It was an empty gratitude, the Vulpix more focused on the subject of his words rather than his decision to share them.
"Is there anything else which you might require from me? I recently joined a team, and I expect that they would prefer I attend their battle practices." She quipped, her nose wrinkled in distaste. Fighting was not what she'd hoped for, when she'd asked to join a rescue team.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2015 2:16 pm
Venari
Ty Arturius
Arturius's thoughts aligned with Ty's. Vyra had most certainly done something to deserve the curse that had been laid upon her even if she was actually oblivious to what had caused it. She had almost certainly acted arrogantly in the presence of someone much stronger than herself. She was entirely too willing to treat Arturius in a callous and passive-aggressive manner in spite of the fact that he was a source of information she so deeply desired. At least Arturius was generous enough to respond in spite of it. "If you do not understand the curse, then you have misunderstood either the curse or yourself. A curse is an ironic punishment by nature. You are oblivious to reality if you're confused." Well, there was an exception in lethal curses; wasting curses and curses of deep misfortune were rarely ironic, but they were also exclusively vengeful. This was not. "I would suggest you might start by examining your halfhearted courtesy. If you make some progress, my team is Venari. You may seek me out there."
Ty laughed a bit. God, Vyra really needed to stuff herself but if she wasn't going to Arturius apparently was. Being cursed sucked, he was sure, but she was kind of hard to empathize with. She was such an ingenuine person. "Later." said Ty with a bit of a smirk on his face.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2015 2:50 pm
VyraVyra narrowed her eyes at Arturius' reply, unnerved by the idea that he seemed to know more about her situation than he let on. There was a possibility of truth in them, but she disliked it greatly. Clearly she had overlooked something, or at least had misunderstood the intentions behind it.
He then continued on, the blatant insult ringing in her ears as the prideful Vulpix glared back at him. "So be it," she replied, her voice purposefully void of emotion. "Good day, Hunter's Blade." She was avoiding the use of his name, but rather she referred to him by title. She'd done so once before, but now it was a calculated decision. If he was to insult her, she was going to depersonalize the situation.
As the Vulpix turned and padded toward the door, she allowed her expression to darken. They could no longer see her face, and so they could not see the frustrated tears that welled up at the corners of her eyes. She had no intention of joining her team at practice tonight.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2015 3:06 pm
Venari
Ty Arturius
"Hm." There wasn't anything more to be said or done about it. Hopefully he had said what needed to be said and what Vyra needed to hear. She needed to hear it sooner or later, no doubt, so it was fine for the time being. Arturius suspected that he would see Vyra again before too long. He doubted that anybody else knew about the curse and she would want to talk sooner or later. Still, there was nothing more to do about it so Arturius returned to his sheath.
Ty simply shrugged and went back to it. Hopefully Vyra would sort herself out but strong feelings weren't a thing he had on the matter. He was happy enough to return to the encyclopedia he had only barely started reading, and would have to start reading from the beginning since he had lost his place on the page, though he did pause to glance over at Arturius and speak. "Hunter's Blade, huh?"
"Yes."
"That's pretty cool."
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2015 10:34 pm
Air This was it: the hardest stop of all. Air bit his lip as he stared around the hall. He didn’t know where Herbert lived, he just knew that the Bronzor’s captain was to be avoided at all costs. That meant he couldn’t just ask around for help, and he obviously couldn’t just search the rooms, so he had the impossible task of getting a present to a Pokemon who had done his best to be invisible. He couldn’t blame Herbert, given the creepy vibe his partner gave off, but it meant that he hadn’t seen him since their first conversation on a Guild mission—and Air had felt they’d been getting along so well too! That said, he had only one option left at his disposal: Psychic signals and educated guessing.
Fortunately, Meowstic were good Psychics and Air had been practicing, so he was able to get a good idea of where he’d felt a Bronzor’s presence. Wandering into the library, he did his best not to look suspicious as he carried his letter with him, scanning the shelves for a good hiding place. His eyes lit upon a certain set of books that reverberated with a Bronzor’s Psychic and he put all his hope into that intuition, sending the letter up and tucking it securely between two books. The librarians would organize these books but this set appeared well-maintained and tightly packed enough that he doubted they’d find it any time soon. He could only hope that Herbert would pass this way again before that time, but really there was no way of knowing. Taking a deep breath, Air shifted his form from Neo’s to Lux’s, sending some extra aura up to wrap around the letter. Maybe it would help, maybe it wouldn’t, but it made him feel slightly better.
As the Ditto-Lucario turned to leave, he marked the aura that had been about the books—whether it was Herbert’s or not he didn’t know, but in case it was it would be useful to know for the future. The note he left was carefully written and hopeful.
Herbert,
I hope this letter finds you well. I haven’t seen you around in a while but I hope that you’re still managing in spite of your partner. If you ever want to take a break for a while I'd enjoy having you come visit sometime—my Team is called Essence, if you’re looking for me—I’d like to talk with you some more. If you can’t though, I understand; you have more than enough to deal with already. Either way, happy holidays and good luck!
-Air
((Gift Giving Continued Here))
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