Child Stage: X In the Meta~ *Complete PD W/Shade *Complete PD W/Libitina *Complete PD W/Adina *Complete
Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 11:58 am
The Basics:
Name: Tyr Type: Charmeleon w/Dialga's Blessing Gender: Male Stage: Teen Likes: Fighting Dislikes: Losing Personality: A real spitfire, Tyr isn't one to back down from a challenge. He is headstrong, short-tempered, and stubborn. For the most part, he is more concerned about himself than others.
Status: Pft! Too much trouble~
Abilities: Scratch, Growl, Ember, Smokescreen, Dragon Rage Type: Fire Body: A solid teen. Pokemon Info:Charmeleon Charmander
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 12:00 pm
Relationships Name, their stage at last meeting/Tyr’s stage at last meeting
Margo Clayborne- Trainer, 18 years old. Light pink hair and red eyes. Sweet and determined. Home
Oheňdrak had grown, changed into some Charmander/human hybrid by this bright light thing, and was able to communicate better with his partner- er- trainer- er- ..that human guy. Well, communicate was probably a relative term in this case. Oheňdrak had stormed on about being better off on his own and had marched off to freedom. He couldn’t even remember the human’s reaction to his decision, but the guy hadn’t bothered chasing him. That was just fine! He didn’t need some human yanking him around anyway! He had hands, and was bigger than he'd been as a pokemon. He could handle anything!
Little did he know, he was heading for a situation even worse than what he thought he was leaving behind.
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It had been quite a while since he’d seen the human. Oheňdrak was more than happy to put that part of his life behind him. Oh, it hadn’t been all bad. Regular meals, security, someone to confirm how awesome he was... It had just been restricting. While he wasn’t living like he wanted to now, it was, in his mind, better than being under a human’s thumb! He was his own security, his own confirmation, and he could find food wherever!
He’d been a vagabond, a wanderer, just traveling wherever the mood struck him. Though still weaker than most, he could hold his own in a fight with tenacity and stamina. He could hold up to a beating, and had enough determination to fight until either he or his opponent couldn’t stand. Thankfully, he didn’t have to do it often, but living on the road brought up such situations.
Of course, that strategy didn’t always work for him. When he came upon the group of humans stalking through the forest, he should have avoided them. He should have just turned around or taken another way. However, they were on his path. Why should he move?! ..He found out soon enough.
Before he could tell what was going on, Oheňdrak was surrounded by a handful of rock and water type pokemon, his reflexes too slow to properly defend himself from the sudden attacks.
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Then, hours after that fight, he woke up. He wasn’t in the woods anymore. It certainly wasn’t a pokeball... A cage? What was he doing in a cage?! Filled with anger, Oheňdrak started hollering and banging on the door. How dare they lock him up!
The worst was to come though. When the goons finally heard he was awake, they went to get a stretcher. Something was sprayed onto his face, making him drowsy. He’d never felt so helpless as he was wheeled into the steel room and tied to the table at the center with the big light over it. Really, it had started out as annoying. Some guy came in and took samples of blood, hair, and skin. His whole body was looked over, the human murmuring under his breath the whole time. As Oheňdrak became more stable and fought against the restraints, the other tests began... They were painful, frightening, invasive, and confusing. Even so, he demanded to be free. The human gave some nonsense comment about wanting to learn how he had changed, but Oheňdrak certainly didn’t care! It was actually a relief when he was dragged back to the cage...
It went on for what seemed like ages. He’d get pulled back out for more tests, and then shoved back into the cage, and then pulled out again. After the last string of experiments, the Charmander boy was exhausted. It was time to change tactics... Lying down on the thin mattress provided, he let himself sleep, and when he woke, he would be vigilant. The next Rocket who walked near enough to grab.. he would make them set him free...
After passing out from exhaustion after the big escape, it was a full day before Tyr woke up in the hospital. Looking around, he saw the various screens and tubes and fluids all around him. At first, he panicked, thinking he was back in the facility. Was the escape really just a dream? His fire flared out, melting the tubes and turning the equipment black. Alarms went off, and he yanked the needles from his arms. Suddenly, water poured from the ceiling, covering everything except the bed. He yelped and grabbed his tail to keep it from getting wet, staring at the inside rain with wide eyes. What kind of pokemon was doing this?
When the rain calmed, Nurse Joy walked into the room with a sympathetic but firm expression. She explained the circumstances of his condition and how he’d gotten there. Then she had to leave, stating that another room would be prepped for him. They wanted him to stay longer, to make sure he was well after what he’d been through.
So, the purple lady had brought him in. She’d left soon after bringing him in though. Well, good! He didn’t need her anyway! Stupid purple lady and her stupid name for him. Wait. Nurse Joy had called him Tyr!
Another shower rained down as his fire flared up. Stupid purple lady!! He was going to burn that purple hair off her head when he saw her next!!
After he’d calmed down and the most recent fire had been put out, he demanded his clothes and to be let go. He didn’t care that he felt less than ready to go out on his own again. He didn’t need a bunch of humans poking and prodding even more. He was done with tests! Done!
The staff was clearly reluctant, but had to let him go in the end. When he got his clothes, he was surprised to find a container of food with it. …Maybe just this once. He scarfed down the food, watching for anything suspicious. It was just a plain sandwich though. The hospital was the opposite of the facility he’d been in. His eating slowed as he thought back to his days before.
Since waking up in that cage of a room, he had no idea how much time had passed. It’d felt like months, but had most likely been a few days. Thinking about the various tests made him shudder. Was the whole point really to find out more about why some pokemon grew like he had?
There were quite a few others in the hospital like himself, and he overheard most of the news from chatter. The guy in charge of the facility had escaped… He nearly set off the fire suppressant system again, but calmed himself with the knowledge that the crazy doctor had failed. If nothing else, he was glad to know he’d helped with the chaos that helped bring that building down.
Walking out of the hospital, he looked around the building. The sky was blue, the grass was green, and the air was fresh… like nothing had happened. With a determined step, he set off to find some solitude and continue his travels.
If he ever saw that crazy doctor again, he would burn that man to a crisp.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2016 5:27 pm
Child Stage: AIM PD- Tyr meets Shade
It felt like it had been ages ago, and yet only yesterday at the same time. That lab.. and all of those tests... Tyr shook his head roughly as he wandered slowly but steadily through the woods.
Tyr.. Oheňdrak.. Tyr.. Oheňdrak.. Which one was he?
His memories were growing fuzzy, and his main focus became the evasion of humans. That bunch of lying, thieving, insane nut-jobs! They should all be drowned in the ocean! ..Honestly, he was scared. He was forgetting himself. He was forgetting things from before his captivity at the lab. It also made him angry. So very angry...
He entertained thoughts of what he would do if he ever met Dr. Murphy again, grinning to himself. When he looked up, he blinked with surprise. ...Where had he walked to? He’d been too lost in thought to pay attention to where he was going. It seemed to be a small system of caves. Human made?
A rumble from above made him flinch. Rain would be coming soon. In fact, a few droplets were already tapping the top of his head. Groaning, he ducked his head and darted for one of the caves to take cover. He couldn’t fight anyone if his fire went out!
The world outside those cold steel bars almost felt alien these days. Shade had not been accustomed to her body when she had last stepped foot into this world, and after so long stashed away... was this even the same world anymore? It felt like she had fallen through the ground a few floors up, and she wasn't even sure her footing was inclined to stay where it was now at. It was already difficult to find a place that she could feel somewhat at ease before, with her body as mutated as it had become, but the darker corners of the field had always been more calming to her, ever since she was a full-fledged sableye. The caves were only natural, and were present in her earliest memories as something akin to home. Sure, she never really stayed in one place, but it was as good as anything.
Today had been particularly quiet around these parts. While Shade was not prone to taking the busier paths, avoiding contact where possible, the lack of traffic was convincing enough to scope it out. Despite debilitating fear, she was still a curious individual, deep down. With the looming bass in the sky, her unasked question as to why was swiftly answered -- not many people would be traveling with a storm on the forecast. The predictability, at times, was quite comforting.
Moving herself down the cleaner-cut paths, Shade explored the parts that she usually steered clear from. She was kind of hoping to hear the rain, to remind her that she wasn't still chained to a wall. She tugged at her sleeves absently as she went, the pain never having actually left with the cuffs that used to bind her. She grumbled slightly about it for a moment, but it was all the attention she would offer to them.
Nearing the entranceway, the hybrid girl took note of the lack of rain, but also that the clouds were still rolling in. Too eager on the uptake there... she'd just have to wait for it, then. That was what had initially entered her mind, at least, until she saw the dancing ember come into view. Shade tensed momentarily before retreating against the stone wall. Maybe if she was careful enough, she wouldn't be spotted? But how careful could a person really be, when scared stiff like this?
Ducking into the cavern, Tyr leaned against the wall. The rain seemed to have followed him, its pattering against the ground sounding clearer and more regularly. He’d noticed just in time, apparently. Stupid rain...
Once he was sure he wouldn’t be getting wet, he looked around where he’d taken cover. It was even darker thanks to the clouds covering the light from the sky. He curled his tail around to shine his little fire around. Seemed like a normal cave. Little bugs skittering around, a dirt floor, a pair of shining eyes in the shadows, the dripping of water echoing from further in- EYES?!
He let out a surprised shriek that made him flush with anger and embarrassment. “Who are you?” he snarled. “Show yourself, o-or I’ll burn you to a crisp!” He had himself poised and ready to fight. “If you’re working with that Murphy guy, I’ll burn ya anyway!” He wasn’t going to be taken again!
The fact that the rain had started up with the emergence of this unfamiliar person was lost on Shade the moment she saw the movement at the entrance. Whatever her intentions previously were, they were swiftly overwritten as the fear set in. She hated people... why couldn't she just be left alone? It didn't matter how unrealistic her wishes were, not in the midst of a panic. Even Tyr's own objectives, clear-cut and non-threatening at first glance, didn't seem to cut through the haze.
She flinched when his voice reached through the darkness, deaf to the fact that he was just as surprised as she was to see him. All tonal differences seemed parallel to her when they were all just as loud. For a moment, despite the command for her to reveal herself, Shade pulled herself further into the shadows, as if they had the ability to dissolve her presence from this plane of existence. It only took her a moment longer to come to her senses about that and, still gripping at a sleeve with the other hand, inched carefully forward. If she didn't do something, after all, it was only going to make the situation worse.
She only managed to get herself just out of the shadows before she stopped again, locked in place. M-Murphy? The name felt like a punch to the gut, seizing her lungs. Perhaps it was only because the other sounded as against what the man had done as she was that she didn't have the base instinct to turn tail and run; it certainly would have been hazardous if it were anyone on the opposing side. The girl choked and collapsed to her knees, trying and failing to stop her tears. It was too soon!
His teeth clenched as the shadowed figure seemed to back further away. However nothing launched at him, and nothing bolted either. Maybe.. maybe they were simply escaping the rain as well? It would make sense, really. That didn’t stop him from puffing up defensively as the figure slowly emerged, keeping a wary eye out for sudden movements.
It was another pokehuman!
The apparent reaction to the name he’d shouted made his eyes narrow. As long as this was real and not a play to draw him near for catching... “You.. you were caught by him, too. Weren’t you,” he stated, relaxing just the tiniest bit. Dr. Murphy had hurt so many... It was something that he tended to overlook when he thought about it. There really had been many others taken there. Many others tested on... “Hey, you don’t have to cry now,” he said firmly, though his feet shifted and his eyes looked away awkwardly. He didn’t know what to do with crying people. He could barely tolerate himself crying! “That guy ain’t here, and I ain’t gonna hurt you.”
"I-I'm sorry..." she whimpered from her seat on the floor, furiously trying to dry her eyes without much success. Shade had always sort of prided herself on resourcefulness, on her independence, but now... now she didn't know what to think. She broke down over a simple name, and it didn't even come from someone who was trying to be threatening. Well... at least, threatening to her, if she complied. That man, he took far more from his test subjects than was initially present. "I know... I know there's no reason for me to--" her words were cut by inadvertent catches like hiccups; she couldn't ever remember crying before, "I want to stop!"
Honestly, she didn't even know what happened to the doctor. Had he escaped? Had he gone down with the building? She didn't even know what caused it, how many people were there, or even that there had been anyone trying to save those stuck in captivity -- she'd barely gotten out in time. "What happened..?" she posed, but, as though on second thought, shook her head. She didn't really need to know. All that really mattered were that they were away from that place now, right?
Unfortunately, Shade realized a little late, this was all kind of... awkward. Sniffling, she rubbed at her face some more with a sleeve, her eyes pulling over the rain that began outside. She was transfixed for a moment, partially out of concentrating on the calm of the system outside and partially in favor of trying to redirect conversation. "Um..." she shifted a bit, trying to sit more normally now that the sobs slowed to a stop, "...that's why you came in here, right?" It wasn't because he was being chased, was it?
His arms crossed over his chest tightly, his foot tapping with irritation. Murphy had hurt this person. This kid. He knew the fear and the pain. Though the details were surely different, he understood. However, he took his fear and funneled it into his anger. This kid just held the fear. The holler of wanting to stop made him look over with surprise. ...No one wanted to feel so afraid.
Leaning back against the wall, a mix of indifference and to show he wasn’t a threat, he looked out at the rain as well. What happened... Well, if she wasn’t going to finish asking, he wouldn’t answer. At any rate, if she was about to ask what he thought she was going to, it would have just made him angry again. “Yeah,” he replied with a short nod. “Too wet out there for my taste.”
After a moment, he glanced over at the hybrid. Seemed to have calmed down. “What about you? You were in here before I was.”
Perhaps there would come a day where Shade would be able to question what exactly happened, to both the mad doctor and the headquarters themselves, but it was still just too sore a subject. Sure, the wounds wouldn't ever really heal, but at least she'd have some time to get used to life dealing with them and working around it. Collapsing and bawling... that really wasn't the sort of reaction she ever wanted to experience again.
She continued to hold a hand to one of her eyes, covered over with the sleeve, mostly out of fear of crying again and not because she still was. At Tyr's response, her gaze turned downward. Well... she sure didn't help with keeping it dry in here... It was perhaps a joke she'd vocalize, if she wasn't so very shy.
Her voice caught in her throat a moment, dislodged with a sigh, shaking off some of the tenseness. "I just... generally like it in here," Shade replied after a moment, "It's quiet, it's dark..." She looked back outside, "I usually go elsewhere when it gets busy though." It was hard to shake reputation that was spurred by superstition, after all, and she really didn't want to deal with that, either, if she could avoid it. She flinched slightly at a crack of thunder, "Wow... it's really coming down, isn't it?" It was funny how talking about the weather was actually kind of calming, despite how raging it was beyond the cave threshold.
Watching the hybrid, Tyr curled his tail to spread the light a little bit more so that he could fully see who it was that he was talking to. They liked the dark? ..After a moment, he pulled his tail back to let the shadows grow again. “Yeah. Seems like a nice place to go for that.” He could understand wanting to find a secluded place. He sought them often enough.
His sharp gaze rose to glare out at the thunder. He’d always seen thunder as a challenge. One day, he would be strong enough to not be concerned about what the sound of thunder meant. “Yeah, it sure is,” he murmured, crossing his arms tight. “I wonder how long it’s supposed to last. Hopefully, it’ll go as quickly as it came.” Though, really, it was nice to have the curtains of rain separating him from the rest of the world...
Shade hadn't noticed as the natural torchlight raised overhead, at least not as much as the idea he was just moving his tail around. One of her hands fidgeted in her lap, realizing something might have seemed a little off. "Ahh... night vision," she explained. She was glad she hadn't lost it, considering she'd been forced into a blindfold for a good majority of her time captured. Her hand squeezed around the hem of her shirt. She was so awkward... "Not that I don't, uh... mind if..." she squirmed a bit, "I mean, it's okay if you're here!" There was an odd sort of calming, considering they both went through the same thing, that the words probably weren't even necessary, but she had wanted to be sure that it was not just an assumption on her part.
The rumbling in the sky, when overhead, could almost be felt in the stone around them. Maybe that was just Shade being hypersensitive, she really didn't know. "Was there somewhere you were trying to go?" she asked, watching as the rain fluctuated in its intensity. She supposed the weather would be fairly annoying, if that were the case.
Night vision. That had to be useful. Good for those who needed to hide. ..Thankfully, he wasn’t one to hide from anyone! Never mind that his tail made hiding in the dark next to impossible... The reassurance that the other didn’t mind his presence surprised him a little. That they were bothering with such trivial formalities for him... “I guess I don’t mind you being here, either,” he replied with a smirk. Having company was unconsciously comforting for the Charmander boy. Add to that, the company was familiar with what he’d gone through...
Nodding, he opened his mouth to reply, but no words came. Where was it that he’d been going? Was it really anywhere in particular? “I guess not,” he murmured, glaring out at the rain with frustration. He’d been wandering for some time now, only avoiding the humans and Team Rocket on his mind. Team Rocket and Dr. Murphy. “I’m traveling wherever I need to so I can get stronger,” he finally stated firmly. He needed to be stronger if he was going to crush his enemies.
Shade's grip on the hem of her shirt slackened a little once Tyr conceded that he didn't mind her presence either. They hadn't exactly started on the right foot, but it hadn't really been the wrong one either. At least now, without having to go into things at length, they both had a pretty good idea of each others' past. "I'm... I'm Shade, by the way," she said after a length of silence. True, it was only since becoming a child that she took on the name, but she was aware of the convenience of having one.
She gave a slight smile as the charmander tried to explain what it was he was wanting to do, more for his hesitation on the matter than his plans themselves. The rain didn't seem like it wanted to let up anytime soon, and there was the running possibility that it would just start back up again after a brief pause, too. After a moment, she turned back to him, "Maybe... you could practice here, while you wait for the rain to let up?" It might help him feel it was less of a waste of time, at least.
Shade? Tyr looked over at the girl. She felt comfortable enough to share her name with him? “I’m...” What was his name again? Oheňdrak? Or was it Tyr? Oheňdrak seemed more like the name of a distant relative... “Mine is Oheňdrak Tyr,” he settled on finally. “I guess you can call me Tyr if you want.” Was that his name? Part of it was right, but he couldn’t remember which one...
The offer caught his interest, making Tyr straighten up a little. “That’s not a bad idea. Did you want to train with me, Shade?”
The name sure was a mouthful, and while Shade tried to remember his full name, she was glad he offered the shortened form of it, if only for verbal use. The hybrid girl nodded after a moment, imprinting the name to memory, "It's nice to meet you, Tyr!"
Finally rising to her feet, she dusted herself off, confident she could hold her weight aloft now that the panic had subsided. She might not have put so much trust in her ability to withstand a sparring match, but it seemed like it was worth a try. "I don't want... that sort of thing to happen again," she stated meekly, "I think it'd be good for me, too. I can't say I'm all that strong." It was a warning as much as it seemed to be the starting point of a stretch goal. "So... how you wanna do this?" the girl seemed to have loosened up quite a bit, despite the lingering self-consciousness, "Going to use the scenery or, um... each other?"
As the girl stood, Tyr felt a hint of a smile. It was nice to see the girl still has some backbone enough to keep on going. And to accept the training was commendable. He didn’t want to hurt her though. “Good to hear.” Pushing away from the wall, he looked around the cave closely. “Since this is our first time, let’s go with the scenery. I wouldn’t wanna hurt you too much~” Giving Shade a wink, he took a stone and made a few marks on the wall of the cave. With that, he turned to Shade and grinned. “Targets. Let’s get started.”
Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2016 5:35 pm
Child Stage: Skill Learned! ‘Dragon Rage’
His head had been getting fuzzier and fuzzier. His memories were fading away. Tears of frustration and pain slid from Tyr’s eyes as he pressed his hands against either side of his head. Why were his memories leaving? His life before being in captivity was being lost bit by bit with every passing day.
No! He didn’t want to forget! His name wasn’t Tyr! That was what the purple gal had called him. He was... His name was... There was a human man; annoying and a pain in the a**, but a companion while he had been a pokemon. That man had given him his first name. ..What did the man’s face look like? The man had sported green hair, right? ..Or was it blue?
Damn it! The memories were there, but he just couldn’t see them. Why couldn’t he see them anymore?
“F--- this!” he snarled, slamming his fist against a tree trunk. It wasn’t like he needed to remember that human anyway! He didn’t need to remember that time anyway! ..Why did it hurt so much, knowing there were memories slipping away? It was like he could feel the empty space growing in his mind. A space that would never fill again.
Maybe it wasn’t that the memories were going missing. It was knowing that something was missing that was causing the pain. Being able to feel the emptiness and sense that he had lost part of his life, and wondering what those missing times entailed, was impossibly aggravating. Why couldn’t he just forget it completely? Why couldn’t the fading memories include everything in that lab? The tests and the questions would be wonderful things to forget. Hearing the cries of others being tested on would be wonderful to forget.
Then again, that would make him forget his need for revenge as well.. and that was something he wanted to hold onto. That Murphy doctor would pay big time.
‘Leave our home alone!’
Tyr looked up with surprise at the voice, turning to look at a pair of Beedrills hovering over him. “Huh?”
‘Leave our home alone, or we’ll stop you ourselves!’ the bugs hissed angrily.
Tyr turned to look back at the tree. It was pocked with scorch marks and blood. He looked down at his hands; his knuckles were raw. Had he been punching it this whole time? He hadn't realized.. “Sorry,” he grumbled, shaking his hands out as he turned to walk away.
‘You should be! Just because you’re one of those freakish part humans, it doesn’t mean you can do whatever you like.’ The second Beedrill gave a sharp buzz. ‘Leave the boy alone now. He’s leaving.’ The first pokemon wasn’t finished though. ‘Look what he did to the tree! No. He’s gotta learn his lesson.’
Tyr turned to face the pair with a sharp grin. “You lookin’ for a fight, bug?”
The Beedrill laughed. ‘With a smallfry like you? I don’t pick fights with humans. Not worth the effort.’
The flame on Tyr’s tail flared. Not worth... People at the lab had said the same thing. He could remember that. He wasn’t worth the pain. He wasn’t worth the fuss. He wasn’t worth the effort. He wasn’t worth the space. He wasn’t worth wasting the injections on. ..The injections. He remembered those, too. When the surface tests failed to give results, the doctors had tried a different route. The injections were meant to recreate the event in his mind, in the hopes that he would then be able to tell them more about the process. Was that why he was now forgetting things? Was it having the opposite effect?
A bubbling fury rose in him. It was all their fault. Those stupid humans and their stupid tests were making him lose his mind! Baring his teeth, he threw back his head and roared at the sky, a shock wave emitting from him. It made the trees nearby tip away, and blew the Beedrills from him. Tyr noticed none of it though. He was glaring up at the sky, eyes burning with confusion and anger. “Why did you pick me?!” he hollered. “I didn’t ask for this!” Whether he was calling to Dr. Murphy or to the light that had changed him was uncertain. Perhaps both would have been a good guess...
When his head returned from the clouds, he looked around with surprise. He’d released the power that had done this? He’d learned an ability!
Clenching his hands into fists, that sharp grin rose again. It didn’t matter if he forgot his past. All he needed to remember the lab and the tests and that doctor. That was more important than.. more important than remembering... What had he been trying to remember?
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Child Stage: Solo 3; Finding a Place to Rest
He’d gotten into another fight. This time, Tyr really had been defending himself. He’d walked into the nest by accident, not realizing it was there. By golly, he learned quickly where he was stepping! The baby Sandshrews squeaked with surprise at the large orange foot that stomped near them. By the time Tyr was able to look down and see what was making the noise, the mama, a large Sandslash, hissed and jumped at his face.
Tyr may have been a punk, but even he wouldn’t intentionally hurt a litter of babies. He really didn’t want to hurt the mother either! ..He wasn’t too ashamed to run from this fight, though he still left with sets of slashes along his arms, back, and legs. Of course, there was no way he was going to take himself to a hospital or pokecenter! No way would he be going to any humans to help him! Not when his first memory of humans was waking up at the lab. Such a horrible place would make anyone avoid humans, he was certain.
He was losing quite a bit of blood though. His legs seemed to grow heavy with each step, and it wasn’t long before he collapsed...
~~~~~
When he next opened his eyes, Tyr blinked quickly to clear the blurry vision. He wasn’t outside... Was he in a cage?! He sat up sharply, gasping as he fought off a head rush and looked around. It was a room with old wooden walls, a worn down tile floor, and a musty smell to the air. He was sitting up in a bed that seemed fairly new, and had one of those flame retardant blankets covering it and himself. ..A bed made for heated occupants?
He swung his legs over the edge and winced slightly. He was covered with stiff bandages, and his boxers were tied too tightly into place due to being too big. Too big? Where were his clothes?! He jumped from the bed, only to fall back again from another head rush.
No quick movements then...
He gave the room a second look. There were scenic pictures dotting the wall. There were two doors leading out; one of which was closed, and the other was ajar to reveal a bathroom. Two dusty windows provided a view that he couldn't see from where he sat. On a nearby table was a plate of food and a note. Seeing as how he couldn’t read, he was content to ignore it until his stomach grumbled painfully.
Pressing his lips, he snuck over to inspect the note. It was hand written. Not some doctor’s note. He gave the food a sniff. It smelled yummy... He took one tentative bite, and then started stuffing his face, pausing only when he heard the door behind him squeak open.
”I’m glad to see you’re awake!” a cheerful voice chirped. A moment later, that same voice was raised in a surprised shriek as the young woman dodged an Ember attack.
~~~~~
Tyr had his back pressed against the wall, glaring daggers at the girl huddled on the floor. Frankly, the wall was the main thing keeping him upright. The girl seemed to have a proper fear of his abilities. What kind of guard was this? “You can’t keep me here, human!” he snarled. “Let me go!”
Slowly peeking out from over her arms, the girl with pink hair gave the Charmander boy a curious and wary look with her red eyes. “Keep you?” she asked, voice as puzzled as her expression. Lips pursing into a pout, she stood and put her hands on her hips. “Look here, mister! I found you passed out outside and brought you in to tend to you, so don’t be snarking at me for something I’m not even doing.” Huffing, she crossed her arms and looked away with sour amusement. “I’ve already got siblings for that.”
Tyr was taken aback. This human had taken care of him? It wasn’t possible! “I don’t know what your angle is, but I’m leaving.”
The irritation slid from the girl’s face and she shook her head. “Please don’t go yet. I’m sorry for snapping. Of course you’re nervous, waking up in a new place. Your wounds haven’t healed yet though. Please stay here to rest.”
”I'm not scared! I’m just not staying with humans!” he growled, stepping forward. As he did though, he started to topple toward the floor. The next thing he knew... he was in the girl’s arms. He squirmed, but even he could tell that the woman wasn't fighting him.
”Quit being so stubborn.” Looking at Tyr as she set him onto the bed, her bright eyes softened. “I’m sure you have your reasons for hating humans, and I can't force you to stay, but.. give us a chance, okay? At least until you’re healed. No charge, no strings attached. Just good food and a place to sleep. I promise.” Cocking her head, she smiled warmly. “What’s your name?”
Tyr wasn’t sure what to think. He still felt weak, but could he really trust this woman? He.. really didn’t have a choice. “Tyr,” he growled, crossing his arms and turning to glare at the wall. Tyr.. Something felt odd saying that, but he didn’t have any other names, right?
Though the Charmander was grumpy and sour, the girl smiled. “Tyr. That’s nice. My name is Margo. Margo Clayborne.”
Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2016 4:20 pm
Child Stage: AIM PD- Tyr meets Libitina "Things That Have Been Lost"
Another misty morning. Libby had to smirk as she walked through the dew covered grasses. While others may have shivered as the long blades tickled the back of her legs, Libby seemed to enjoy such things. It was nice and cool - almost like the touch of a spirit would be. Considering that her current path took her through a favored old cemetary it was a rather ideal feeling.
Laughing quietly at her own amusing thoughts of ghosts and scares the girl twisted between two tombstones before stopping -with papers in hand- to crouch before a rather faded piece. Now this one would make a nice rubbing...
Taking a long walk, Tyr kept looking off into the woods in the direction that the house laid, and then back to his feet. Then at the woods. Then at his feet. He should just go and never return. However, having a place to go at night was.. comforting. He kept telling himself he would only stay for a little while. He'd spent the majority of his time in his room, training relatively freely thanks to the special fire-resistant alterations made to it. If the human was willing to do all that for him...?
Walking idly the cemetery, he squinted when he saw movement. A zombie? Wait... Brow cocking with interest, he leaned against the fence of the cemetery and watched the girl work. A girl playing with gravestones... Now what was this about?
Tails flicking happily Libby almost didn't realize that someone had walked up towards her. However, the stir in the environment did hold a hint of something...gaze narrowing the girl peeked around her before sighing. It seemed something alive was here - lame.
"It's bad luck to lean against someone's fence, you know." She quipped boldly, "Especially the fence of the dead." Without glancing towards the other pokemon the girl finished her rubbing before pulling the paper away so that she could hold it in the dim light that was available from the few rays of sun.
Brow cocking, Tyr couldn't help a smirk. Bad luck... he'd had enough of that in his life. "And what about squatting on someone's grave? Isn't that worse?" He squinted slightly at the paper being held up, tail rising to give a little bit more light through the mist, though it did little good.
Libby just sighed. At least she had finished this etching before the boy came around, "Obviously I asked permission first." She replied sending a glare towards the boy, "Having some consideration for the dead has kept me from getting cursed by spirits so far. You, however, might find that they won't be so nice to you."
She shrugged, "But keep leaning there and see what happens." Standing the girl patted off her dress, "Not like I was doing any harm to them - just making certain they don't fade from memory." She muttered lightly before turning away again. Without an etching to mark it the words themselves would soon fade away...decades of rain made certain of that. Now where was another good one?
Asked permission?! "How do you ask a dead person for permission to stand on them?" he asked with a snort. "Doesn't count if you ask their living relatives. They don't know what the dead want." Looking at the fence he was leaning against, he rolled his eyes and pushed himself off. This girl was being weird enough without worrying about a stupid fence.
However, the girl spoke of preserving memory, and his confident posture faltered slightly. His past was missing... "Did you know them?" he asked with a slightly more serious tone.
Libby actually laughed at his reply - it was an eerie sound that echoed through the fading mists. "Who said I asked the living?" The girl twisted on her heels and marched towards the other boy before stopping short at another old gravestone, "Obviously the only person I should ask is the one who the grave belongs to. Ask the living..pfft. What a silly notion." She whispered under her breath before shaking her head.
His question did cause her to pause, "Not that one personally...I'd have to be over a hundred years old. Another person that's here...maybe, but that's not your business." It was a heavy feeling thinking of her trainer's twin and best for even Libby to try and ignore it. That was one spirit she wouldn't mess with.
Tyr’s lips pursed slightly. What was so amusing? “Then I’m asking again; how the heck do you ask a dead person about standing on them? They’re not really a chatty bunch, if you haven’t noticed.”
With his other question confirmed, he continued on stubbornly. “What good is it to have a name of someone you don’t know? How is that keeping their memory alive? All it does is give someone later down the line a piece of paper with an unknown name to throw away. The name means nothing if you don’t know the person.” He... wasn’t sure why he was getting so worked up about the subject. It was silly and pointless, but the words came out heavily with anger and pain.
Libby just grinned at the boy before shaking her head, "Sometimes they don't have to talk to give permission. You just know, but I guess you don't know...since you've obviously have never done this before." She just shrugged before leaning back and going to create another etching.
"At least they'll have a name." Replied Libby quietly, "Isn't it better that someone at least goes 'Oh Emily was here...I'm sure she was a nice girl' or maybe she'll have a relative come through one day on a quest to find their tombstone. What happens then? How can they leave gifts and such?" Her cat like gaze was shimmering with tears as she glared towards the boy, "And there's archives. I like to connect the history with the memory because you never know. This person could be very important to someone and....if they can't find the stone...what then? They'll be lost forever." Her heart clenched as she thought of another being lost forever...what if he didn't have a stone one day and she went looking for him?
The thought was tear jerking, but the girl just closed her eyes. "As it is I was here just etching, so if it bothers you just leave - I've spent enough time wasted talking." She would not cry before some punk boy...never!
Tyr shook his head. “Finding a headstone won’t tell anyone about the person buried underneath. If they have the stories, that should be enough,” he insisted. What good would an old stone do? It just reinforces that someone is dead under it... “If they were so important, the living wouldn’t allow their stones to be forgotten in the first place,” he snarled, spinning on his heel. A name meant nothing! It was a label, and nothing more! His own name... He didn’t know why he had the name, nor could he remember how he’d gotten it. That was proof enough to him how insignificant a thing it was. “No point in me sticking around,” he grumbled, marching off to continue on his way.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2016 10:26 pm
Child Stage: AIM PD- Tyr meets Adina
Finding what he thought to be a secluded area, Tyr found himself a sturdy stick. Fighting needed to sometimes be more than just fists, after all. It was time to get some new practice in. The trees were his foes today. A steady "thwack!" filled the air as he swiped at the trees, trying to wear himself down. Getting stronger... that was at the forefront of his mind.
Adina found that today was the best time for a peaceful walk through the woods. The hyper boy often roamed the markets to get free candy and such from store owners, but today he just wanted to enjoy the flowers.... Frowning the young deerling listened as another thwack! echoed through the trees. Now who exactly was out here making such a ruckus?
The Charmander was focused on his hits, the noise masking the steps of any nearby light-footed stranger who might be passing by. Dry bark was flying off the trunk as it was hit, the wood becoming scratched. Before he was done, the stick he was using snapped in half. Panting softly as he stared at the broken piece in his hand, Tyr threw that irritably at the tree as well before scrounging around in the long grass to seek out a new weapon.
Did that poor tree do something to ya?" Adina clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth before reaching out with another small branch -err mostly twig- for the charmander. "For someone with a lot of flame seems you're taking the long and hard way out of destroying some trees."
The soft voice caught Tyr by surprise, making the boy whip around in a crouched, defensive posture. He looked the stranger over, and then looked around to see if he could see anyone else lurking about. “No, it didn’t,” he said flatly, straightening up a little. “Just practicing. It’s as good a tree as any to practice with.” Looking at the offered stick, he laughed and shook his head. “Well, I don’t wanna bring the whole forest down!” While he used it as a boasting point to glorify his power, the bravado masked the underlying fact that he didn’t practice enough with his abilities. He didn’t know why this should be the case.. but it was.
Accepting the stick, he pursed his lips slightly. “You don’t look like the fightin’ type,” he mused, carefully setting the pitiful little stick on fire.
"I hear gyms are better though." Adina just shook his head slowly though a small smile did flicker across his features, "I suppose that would be troublesome." The deerling smirked at the laughter. At least he could get that much in return.
"Good call." Adina nodded, "I'd much rather learn how to nap in multiple positions than punch someone. Much more appealing to me than getting bruises or broken limbs."
The mention of the gyms made Tyr tense up slightly. “Gyms are not better,” he murmured, turning to face the tree again. Humans hung out at gyms... That certainly would not do. Not at all.
Looking back at the Deerling, Tyr grinned sharply. “Ah, napping only gets you so far. Napping all day won’t grow your abilities.”
Adina pursed his lips thoughtfully, "Really? I feel like the more interaction with different fighters would help... a tree is only so-so." He laughed playfully, "Though I would be impressed if the tree started wacking back at ya."
"Tell that to a snorlax." Teased Adina, "Now that's my spirit pokemon - too bad this star thing made me more like a human instead." The boy stretched his arms above his head, "But I can't complain, the humans are rather nice as long as you have a cute face." Just thinking about all the candies and other such things he made out with while in the city made the boy smile. Yup, he truly couldn't complain there.
Tyr gave a different tree a few kicks, thinking over Adina’s observation. The other kid was right. Practicing with others was ideal. However.. “Gyms aren’t really my kind of place,” he said dismissively.
Eyes narrowing, he looked back at the Deerling doubtfully. “Sure, they can be nice. Wait until they start asking you for everything. Then they’ll just try to take it from you. You should avoid them as much as possible.”
"Is training supposed to be a comfortable thing?" Adina couldn't help teasing a bit more, "But to each their own." The deerling shrugged. Not like it bothered him if the other kid got stronger or not. In his opinion the world would be a much more peaceful place without fighters bickering left and right.
His refusal of humans made the boy snort, "Sounds a bit defensive to me if ya ask. So far a cute face has been enough to get me all the extra sweets I need." He waved a hand dismissively, "Sounds more like you've just had a bad experience. Sorry about that whatever it was."
Grabbing up a stronger stick, he gripped it tightly and shook his head. “Not about comfort,” he grumped. Kid sure had an opinion about training for not being a fighter.
“Good thing I didn’t ask you,” he growled sharply. A bad experience... “Don’t bother apologizing for something you don’t know about.” He faced the tree again and whacked the stick against it. “Leave me alone if you think my training is silly.”
Adina raised a brow, "Not that I wanted to be rude, but was just offerin' some ideas." The deerling shrugged lightly again. This one definitely had a temper!
"Yes, sir." The boy nodded his head, "I suppose though bottling things up will only lead to future eruptions - better address it before it gets too bad." He smirked, "Still, I better stop distracting ya. Seems like your training is rather important and here I am burning your time."
“Yeah. Go find yourself some more candy to stuff your face with.” Brow rising, he froze in mid swing. Suddenly, his shoulders started shaking, and a rumble came from his throat. The rumble morphed into a laugh, and he shook his head. “You’re ‘burning’ my time.” Shaking his head, he swung the stick at the tree again. “Get out of here, weirdo.”
"Not a bad idea." Obviously the charmander had different opinions about survival. Once Adina had found out that any cute expression or action could get not only an "aww" but some sympathy -often leading to treats and other necessities- he had begun charming his way out of every situation. It wasn't that hard to be adorable and even if he ever had a different mindset the boy would still manipulate humans to get his way - weren't they already half human now themselves? So surely relying on those that were slightly related to them was a good idea. Much better than being raged out here in these woods.
"Alright then." Adina could only bow his head before turning away from the other pokehuman. Let the kid do his own thing out here in the middle of the woods...perhaps Adina would run into him again and then he would see how strong the charmander was then. Who knew? Maybe a tree would be a good training ground or perhaps he would have changed his mind about the humans? Only the future can tell~
That in mind the boy tossed a pokecandy behind him before sticking his hands in his hoodie pockets and leaving with only the echoes of his whistling tune haunting the forest around them.
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