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 Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 1:43 pm
It was early afternoon in Hot Springs Lake, and everything seemed normal. The water was nice and warm, the marshlands to the east were peaceful, and all was quiet. However, as the area seemed peaceful, it would soon be interrupted by a rather sprightly Pokemon who had leaped out from the trees across the way. He hopped and twirled, this orange haired Pokemon, and stopped abruptly to wave back towards the forests. Then, after tapping his foot for a moment, he leaped back into the brush and dragged out another Pokemon.
"Hurry, Morgan! They may not be there if we stay this slow!" He chirped, before tugging the other across the water. "I hope the rumors are true that there really is a third Meloetta! I'll be they're a singer, like you! Why else would they want to be so alone?" He stuck his tongue out at Morgan. "What do you think they'll be like? I hope they're similar to us! Maybe they're a girl! That would be funny!"
The other Pokemon snarled as he was dragged across the water like an empty sack and tugged himself upon the island as if his life depended on it. Augh! Osha was such a bother, he thought to himself while he rang the water out of his hair. He just had to drag him along to every stupid little adventure, didn't he? He huffed and nodded along to his brother's chattering, before his eyes snapped forward. A girl, Meloetta? Well, that did sound interesting, and possible... But would that really matter so much?
"What I think is that they may not like us just barging in, you nimrod!" He grunted. "You must think of others, some of us like our privacy!" He scoffed and kicked a rock into the water, before glancing around. "Where are we going to find this Meloetta, anyway? I hope you didn't drag me though boiling water for NOTHING."
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Posted: Sat Jan 11, 2014 10:24 pm
Her eyes shut, Eulalia sat atop the long abandoned onsen that she called home, listening to the sound of flowing water and nothing else. Other might of found the quiet uneasy, but she was used to it. No one had set foot on the island, at least not to her knowledge, during all the years of her self imposed exile; the rumors of it being haunted certainly didn’t hurt, not that the island was haunted, far from it. Not a single ghost type dwelt here, as far as she knew, she was the islands only inhabitant. Still, times change, for all she knew, people could be headed here, completely oblivious to the rumors of the past. It would happen one day, she knew it had to, and she couldn’t help but dread that moment.
Suddenly, lending credence to her dread, she heard an unfamiliar sound, off in the distance. She couldn’t make out what it was exactly, but it seemed like talking. It was still some distance off, but it was certainly on her island. Sometimes she heard voices from people in the lake, but this was much closer. Her first reaction was to sit there, on the roof, a blank expression on her face. It took a few moments for the shock to pass, but, when it did, she knew that she couldn’t just do nothing. Not taking any action would resolve nothing. Sighing, she carefully descended from the roof and made her way towards the sound. If someone was on her island, which all signs pointed to, she would find whomever it was.
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