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 Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 7:15 pm
Chase
Chase stepped back in alarm as the Grovyle rose to his feet, the Ralts continued to watch warily in confusion to the Grass type's words and quickly deduced the meaning. He must have though Chase was kicking him out, but these Gardens are in the exchange meant for all the guilds to move about in freely. That could only mean this wasn't a guild Pokemon if he acted as though he was trespassing. The Psychic shifted uncomfortably, his eyes going from the limping Grovyle to the exit to the garden he was heading for. This Pokemon seemed rather sad, his face left little to the imagination. He was a very conflicted individual. He probably had nowhere else to go if he was sleeping under a tree...
Chase frowned at himself, eyes shifting awkwardly to glance off in another direction. He should talk it over with Blight first, but the Buneary wasn't here and this Pokemon might vanish before he could get in touch with his captain. The Ralts fretted at the hem of his robe he now held between his hands, he worried at the fabric as his conscious nipped at him like an angry Poochyena. Inhaling sharply he made a decision and went with it.
"UM-" Less stupid, more words, "Would you like to stay with me and my team for the night?" Just for the night, right? It would do no harm. The Grovyle could leave the next day if he wanted and Blight couldn't argue with a night could he? Well, technically the Buneary argued with anything but Chase could guilt him into this one. The Ralts shifted once more, uncomfortable with the silence as he awaited an answer.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 7:48 pm
 ~Acetone
'Team'.
Just as he thought he was retreating the word struck his ears like a hundred sharpened knives. He swore to himself he would never go back to that damned Sun Guild again and this word he was sure he would never go back on. However the Grovyle was aware that at least four other guilds used this area especially for their commercial needs. During this moment of mental deliberation the Pokemon was stopped in his tracks, having yet to turn around and face the Ralts that had just without warning blurted this troublesome, random offer at him. By deduction it was a 1 out of 5 chance to his knowledge that he was dealing with someone from the Sun Guild. Were those chances worth it? Oh how he longed for a roof over his head once again. He didn't even need a bed or any commodities of the like, just something to block out the rain that seemed to follow him in these days of solitude. If his pride would let him finally accept the offer, he was leaning towards taking advantage of the grace of the unnamed Ralts. Worst case scenario, if he found himself being lead towards the guild which he despised so, he would simply take flight once more and be forced to distance himself from society further. The chances, fully calculated, seemed in his favor and thus worth the risk as long as he could contain his emotions while being in the presence of a wretched 'rescue team'.
"..."
He about faced and found himself a good ways past the Psychic type by now. It would only be impolite to speak back at him from this distance so without further contemplation he made his limping way towards the kind soul.
"I-I couldn't trouble you with that."
No matter how much he truly wanted it, Ace couldn't simply come out and straightly accept what was presented to him. If it were that easy he would almost feel guilty for taking advantage of such a person as this. Never in his life had he felt more kindness in a single phrase than what was just offered to him in these past few moments. All taken into consideration it was horrible to think that just by appearances alone his own whole life story could be told and responded to accordingly by the young Ralts before him.
"I-I'd be forever in your debt. Anything I can give to pay you back"
No, he couldn't let this opportunity pass. His last words were poorly chosen. Backing up the new wave of forwardness and emotion that flooded over him was the action of falling forward on his better knee to the feet of the Samaritan Pokemon. He had no more to add until his own speakings were replied to. The Grovyle felt it in full that in this moment he had given up on all pride that he had left; he was at the hopefully merciful hands above him. His position in the muddy ground in this moment was proof enough that there was no one as lowly and unfortunate as he was this night.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 8:05 pm
Chase
It was a strangely depressing day, but he was dealing with a strange and depressing Pokemon so it rather suited the scenario. Chase glanced idly to the side in thought, perhaps he could convince Blight to let this Grovyle stay for one night if he promised to teeth the Buneary how to teleport. There was a move tutor somewhere in town, they'd have to go hunting for it one day. His attention reeled back to the world as the sound of steps, a delay between them as the Pokemon limped forward slowly, began to increase. Chase looked up in alarm to find the Grovyle advncing toward him, the Pokemon's expression was unreadable even though, as a Ralts, he should be able to understand the emotions of others with ease. His fear blocked out those senses, he wasn't sure if this Grass type was coming to hurt him for the insulting offer or to thank you.
He inhaled, eyes widening as the Grovyle drew closer and though he wanted to step back he found himself paralyzed.
As the first words escaped the blue Pokemon Chase finally let loose the air he'd been holding in his lungs until it burned. It was instant relief.
The tone, the stutter, this Grovyle didn't want to hurt him. He seemed more overwhelmed by the offer than angry.
"You wouldn't troub-" He attempted to console but found himself taken by surprise by the genuine gratefulness of the next words the Pokemon offered. Chase blinked, suddenly overcome with a strange feeling akin to sadness. He wasn't sad, but Arceus he felt so horrible to the Grovyle. As the Pokemon sunk to the ground at a more eye-level position he reached forward on impulse to try and push him back up.
"D-don't! It's fine, it really is! You don't need to be in debt to me, you don't need to make it up to me!" He was not really the strongest of Pokemon, he'd be unable to budge this miserable creature no matter how hard he tried.
"It's okay, you can get up." He tried to keep the tears from his voice, they'd clogged his throat at this Pokemon's mannerisms. He was alone, it seemed, he had no one and nothing.
"I'm..uh, my name's Chase. What's yours?" Chase realized then that Blight would have to cope with a new team mate. He wasn't letting the Grovyle leave...he couldn't.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 5:06 pm
~Acetone
"I'm sorry."
Gaining some composure the Grovyle brought himself back up in an unsteady fashion to his feet. Turning his gaze away from the Ralts as he spoke, Ace realized in this moment how overdone his reaction was; this reality only breaking what little of his pride that he had left.
"Acetone Eclipse...Or, err, Ace for short."
The Grass type was obviously trying to avoid the topic of his pitiable actions just now as he responded rather to the question later presented. He now taking small strides alongside his companion to ensure he wouldn't be speeding ahead of the much smaller Pokemon, considering the fact that he had yet not known of the destination in mind or if he would need to make a break for it soon. This problem should be solved in good time he hoped as he brought up his full name into the conversation. If this kid was in close ties with his prior guild surely his royal surname would ring some bells. Hehe, what a funny thought, royalty living on the streets, granted though he was always in knowledge of the fact that he would never inherit anything especially as anything but a pure blooded Eevee or something of the like.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 8:32 pm
Lia
Lia walked along the path slowly, her right hand drifting slightly behind her.
It was a beautiful place, by all means. It was wonderfully constructed and the care behind it was obviously meticulous. Everything from the perfectly fitted stone path below her feet to the delicate arrangement of both colours and types of flowers to the well-placed hedges... it was no doubt very expensive.
But the money had certainly paid off, if the beauty and feel of the area was any indication.
Whether or not the little one behind her was would feel any better for it or not was difficult to say... but at least she was out of her room.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 9:00 pm
  Lara - Lucy
Clinging to that drifting right hand of the Azumarill and being slightly tugged along was a small Ralts. Lara was trying her best to keep up with Lia, okay, not really. The small Pokemon had recently become rather lethargic and distant after everything that had happened to her family. Yes, the Ralts knew about it all. Being the Psychic type she was, she still had the ability to occasionally pick up on the thoughts and feelings over other Pokemon. Even when whispered, "Did you hear about what happened to the Sinclaires?" could easily be picked up by a Psychic type.
Needless to say, Lara did not want to be here. She wanted to be in the closet with the door shut, where she liked it. The Ralts had taken to hiding in the closet of the room she was staying in with the lights off, which was a bit worrisome. Lara enjoyed the darkness, though. With less to look at, there was less to think about.
The two Pokemon were not the only ones there at the Gardens, however. Two long furry legs were draped over a large branch of a nearby tree, connected to the body of a tall, hunched over Weavile. The pink fur was unmistakable, belonging to the body of Lucy Bongiovi. Much like Lara, Lucy had been through a lot of loss recently. However, it wasn't loss she wasn't used to. Her lover and her daughter were both dead. For the second time in her life. As a result, Lucy was in much a mood like Lara's as well. Very lethargic, simply sitting there in that tree, staring at the ground. She hadn't performed any kind of infirmary duties all day, reasonably so. After that kind of loss, you needed a day off, even if you were pretty much in charge of every medic.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 9:13 pm
Lia
The Azumarill came to a slow stop as she noticed Lucy and gave a slight bow.
"Good evening, miss Bongiovi."
In immediate retrospect, that was entirely habit and really hadn't been a good idea.
It was plain as day that the Weavile wasn't in a particularly good mood and that she likely wasn't looking for conversation.
Likewise, Lia spending time speaking to Lucy probably wasn't the most beneficial course of action for the young Ralts.
But she couldn't exactly turn around, walk away and pretend it never happened. Her manners wouldn't allow that. She had been both raised by her parents and trained by her employers to be much better than that; at the very least she would carry the conversation long enough to bid her a good afternoon.
"What brings you to the gardens, if I might ask?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 9:28 pm
Lara - Lucy
Lara perked her head up gently as she heard her chaperon speaking. Great, every child knew what happened when adults in charge started talking. They never. ********. Stop. Sighing a tiny bit, the Ralts looked up at Lucy and hid behind Lia as best she could. Hopefully she would be able to go unnoticed...
Those sharp blue eyes of Lucy's turned upward, glancing to the Pokemon who had called her name. Sighing a bit, the Weavile slid off that branch and landed on the ground, perfectly upright. With a nod to Lia, she opened her mouth to speak. "I'm just..." She noticed the small child hiding behind Lia. Lucy couldn't explain fully with a child there. "... Just dealing with some issues..."
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 9:36 pm
Lia
Well, Lucy, that didn't explain terribly much though the careful glance was enough to explain it.
Lia gave something of a nod (which, seeing as she lacked a distinct head was something of a bow).
"My apologies for disturbing you, then. We were just out on a walk through the Garden to get some fresh air."
A quiet thought brewed in the back of Lia's mind. It would be a good way to help sort things out... Minerva could hardly deal with her 3rd-in-command like this and Lara wasn't going to spontaneously heal without stimulus. Even if it was just the young child ignoring the conversation of two adults it would only help, right?
Well, though she rationalized it as such in truth she was a fairly caring individual and Lucy genuinely seemed as if she was in pain.
"You're free to join us, if you wish."
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 9:44 pm
Lara - Lucy
The pink-furred Weavile glanced down again, bring her right claw up and gently wrapping it around her left arm near the shoulder. "I... I don't know if that'd be the best idea..." She replied softly, closing her eyes. And in all honesty, it probably wasn't. Lucy wasn't the most stable of Pokemon at the moment, after having just lost her family for the second time. She should have been on duty, saving the lives of other Pokemon, but she was letting those Pokemon go without the best care because she wasn't in the mood. "... But the world was crafted with bad ideas." The Weavile glanced up, trying to smile but failing at it and sort of curling a lip up. "I need a walk... thank you..." Noting the child once more, Lucy turned her gaze to Lara. The Weavile blinked a couple times, running over the Ralts' appearance. "... Isn't that...?"
Lucy was cut off as two big green eyes stared up at her. Lara was staring at the Weavile, wondering if she would go that far. If this Pokemon she didn't even know would dare to even speak the names of the parents she had lost. Fortunately for Lara, her plan worked, and her wide eyes unnerved Lucy into simply letting that inquiry fade away.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 10:01 pm
Lia
Lia took careful note of the Weavile's hesitation. Whatever had happened to Lucy must have been pretty nasty; she seemed rather shook up over it. Well, whatever the case, there wasn't really any harm in walking with her. She was obviously careful to mind what she said around the child, so she still had her head about her.
"It's fine. We all have hard times in our lives, but there's no need to face them in solitude."
Maybe whatever Lucy was facing wasn't exactly a type of grief that could be consoled, but she wouldn't heal by hiding in the middle of a garden. It was clear enough that her intent had been to avoid people entirely, but that wasn't healthy regardless of what it was that was hurting.
She took off into a walk at a slow pace as she gently held onto Lara behind her.
Lia gave the young girl a gentle tug to pull her out from behind her de facto meat shield.
"This is Lara. For the time being, I'm taking care of her at the request of a friend. Well... my colleagues help from time to time."
Though Minerva had been exceptionally understanding with the event, Lia still needed to do some work periodically. Usually one of the other maids took over for a short time when that was the case.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 10:23 pm
Lara - Lucy
Lucy and Lara both gave a simultaneous nod as they began to follow Lia. Lara pouted a bit as she was pulled from behind her comfort zone, although she knew it would be futile to try to sneak back into Lia's shadow. It would just turn into a little power struggle, and for once, Lara wasn't in the mood to be in charge.
Lucy gave a sigh, watching Lara. "Why I'm here... Well..." The Weavile began, closing her eyes and walking next to Lia. She had to share, she just knew she had to share in a manner where the child couldn't understand. "... Both my mate and my offspring have found themselves in a... flatlined state..." She said softly.
"... I know what you're saying..." Holding Lia's hand tight, the Ralts was staring up at Lucy. Not with fear, sorrow, anger, anything like that. It was more a look of... intrigue.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 10:33 pm
Lia
"Ah..."
Lia's voice slipped out from under her as Lucy's words registered.
Her lover and her child were dead. It had obviously been bad, but this was a little worse than Lia had expected.
"My apologies. I must have seemed terribly callous earlier."
There wasn't really much else she could say. She barely knew the Weavile, so it wasn't as if she could offer any consolation.
Instead, she merely remained quiet, her only actions being her soft steps and a gentle squeeze back to the Ralts.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 1:36 am
Lara - Lucy
Lucy turned her gaze away from Lara, looking back to the Azumarill that was squeezing the Ralts' hand. The Weavile didn't want to stare at that face for too long, for the face of a hurting child had a natural effect on a mother to rip her heart apart. "N-No, don't worry about it... It's not like you could have known, it wasn't publicly announced or anything..." Lucy replied softly, closing her eyes. "My family just keeps thinning and thinning. There are only two of us left, now..." There were indeed only two known living Bongiovi's left on the planet. And one of them was a lecherous p***k.
Lara, still holding Lia's hand, leaned forward and gave one of Lucy's tail-feathers a tug. Sighing a bit, the Weavile turned her head and looked to the Ralts. "... Yes, dear?"
"My family's dead, too..." Lara responded quite plainly. She then asked a question only the innocence of a child could bring out. "Can I get another one?"
And there went Lucy's heartstrings. The Weavile's face went from surprised to a sad smile. "... Well... It depends on how hard you're willing to look..."
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 9:36 pm
Lia
For once in her life, Lia was at a distinct loss as to what to do.
There was a great many things she could say here, but none of them seemed right. On one hand she should rightfully admonish Lara for grabbing people that way, but on the other it was good to see her communicating properly. She couldn't really say much to Lucy, either... she hardly had the place or knowledge to speak of the Weavile's family. And... well, knowing exactly what to say to "can I get a new family, my old one is dead" was something of a rare trait that the Azumarill unfortunately lacked.
For a good few moments, an awkward silence blanketed the trio before she finally thought of something to say.
"Well, Lara... you can and you can't. Family means two different things. A family is who you are related to... that can never change. But your family is also who you grow up with and live with. Sometimes that family changes... sometimes because it has to, or sometimes by choice."
Lia spoke gently and slowly, as if she were explaining something very delicate (she was) to her own daughter.
She couldn't really say anything else on the subject. Anything else would have her either endorsing or rejecting the idea, and that simply wasn't something she could in good conscience do. Lara was very obviously a wounded little girl and putting such a strong notion in her head would only do her harm.
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