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 Fallace in Blunderland

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PostSubject: Fallace in Blunderland   Mon Apr 16, 2018 11:47 am

Since the escapades that had brought him into contact with the large displaced cloud, Astir had failed to leave the dark and overgrown forest. Granted, he hadn't exactly tried to leave said forest, either. He was too easily distracted by everything around him; a weird branch here, a hostile pokemon to fight there, round the corner and oh, hello, another bush appears. He had spent so much time in this place that he came to accept it as world canon; that is, he came to think that the world was made of these tall, dark trees. That they stretched out forever, or at least until it came back to a point that it had already passed. That was something Astir had done quite a few times, thus he found the world to be rather small. That's what he would think, anyways, until suddenly the trees looked completely unfamiliar and he came across a path he didn't recognize. THEN the world became an ever-expanding place again, a void in which he continued to find new avenues and new things to harrass explore. Such was the cycle that Astir had been experiencing, that had fully immersed him in this rather straightforward place.

Today, Astir was feeling a bit under-stimulated. Things in the tree world were fairly normal: the sun was out (probably? or the moon was really bright), the hostile inhabitants were apparently taking the day off, there wasn't really anything to be found in the trees... and he certainly hadn't seen anything remotely Danger-esque about to challenge him. What was he looking for, anyways? He didn't have a concrete idea, just that it was big and it hit like a sack of bricks. There were things like that in this forest, but for some reason none of them felt quite right. They weren't exactly what he was looking for, or at least he didn't want to believe that a bunch of buff bugs and drooly dogs were the challenge he was meant to devote his entire life to conquering. That just felt... incredibly underwhelming compared to the foggy silhouettes he saw in his mind, the figures that he saw looming below and above him in his sleep. What were they? He could only ever make out blobs, no matter how hard he tried to focus.

He found himself a spot under a pile of leaves to watch the world go by from. He was fully concealed, because of course he was. It was easier if he couldn't be seen, easier to catch mons should he need to confront them for.... well, out of boredom, really. He wished somebody knew where all the cool things in this forest were.

"Bleh," Astir mumbled under his pile of leaves. "Blep. Ble, blor. Bloop blaaah, ble..." At this point he was just making noises for his amusement. Kind of defeating the purpose of concealing himself in the process, but again, he definitely hadn't thought that far ahead.

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PostSubject: Re: Fallace in Blunderland   Tue Apr 17, 2018 12:37 am

Alki had no particular reason for being in Shadowhue Forest, aside from the fact that it wasn’t the guild, and it wasn’t the Phantom Thieves Hideout. She had been spending far too much time in both of those locales recently. The only reason she’d been in the guild at all was for the sake of Darcy, but truth be told, Alki simply wanted to leave the guild. After that whole fiasco in the Town Square, she wasn’t sure that it was an overreaction either.

   Whatever. That wasn’t what she was here for. The thieves hideout was underground, and dark, and honestly? The biggest issue was that it was lonely. Cecil was usually there, sure, but the last time that the jigglypuff had spent a large amount of time interacting with a Petilil, it had resulted in one hell of a headache, and a stupidly large amount of time missing in her memory.  What had happened during that time, she still didn’t know. And whatever the stuff in those bottles was, Cecil seemed very fond of it.

   Alki didn’t want to spend her time like Cecil.

   What she wanted to be, she wasn’t quite sure of either. A guild member seemed to be out of the question. Frankly, she sucked at it. The last time she’d tried to be a guild member, a real, honest-to-Arceus guild member, she’d almost gotten someone killed. She’d gotten lucky, and Alki wasn’t ever going to risk getting anyone killed again.

   She couldn’t try to be something she wasn’t. She’d always sucked at being a guild member, hadn’t she? But Darcy had always encouraged her, so she’d always tried. Talent be damned. Enough was enough. She wasn’t going to get someone killed trying to please Darcy. She was good at being a thief. Half-decent, anyways, but she was somewhat confident that she wasn’t going to get anyone killed doing this. She supposed time would tell.

   The jigglypuff sighed and kicked at a twig that lay on the floor. Maybe she’d find someone here. Feral, wild, or otherwise. It was all the same. She just wanted something to be different. Cecil was nice and all, but sometimes it was just a bit too much.

   Alki’s thoughts were interrupted by what sounded almost like vocalization, except the voice in question seemed to not care very much about effort. The jigglypuff turned in the general direction of the sound and waved. It didn't sound quite as angry as a feral would. She was fine, probably.

  “Oh. Hello.” She said, her voice seeping with a strange mixture of boredom, depression, and ennui. At least she was doing something. Maybe today would be a happy day. With a little bit of luck, it would. Right? She was due for one, at this point.

   She thought about what to say next, but what does one say to what amounted to senseless syllables? Alki was silent as she shrugged her shoulders and waited for a response from the ‘Bleh’.

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PostSubject: Re: Fallace in Blunderland   Tue Apr 17, 2018 5:58 am

“Oh. Hello.”

Oh, a voice outside the leaves! Astir knew exactly what to do.

"BWA-HA! You've been had!! Now I've got you!!" Astir cried out at the voice outside the leaves as he burst out approximately twenty seconds too late. He wasn't surprising anyone, though he definitely thought he was. Granted, he also thought he'd be surprising something about 100x more intimidating than what he was actually faced with upon breaching out of the leaves. Which was a tree. He had come out facing the wrong way. Unsurprisingly, this misdirection confused Astir in all the wrong ways and for all the wrong reasons. He continued under the impression that the voice had originated from the tree, because there was nothing behind or around the tree that would make him consider any other alternative source of the noise. Ignoring the bushes and dead leaves and other trees that were also present in the vicinity.

"Tree? Why are you suddenly talking now? I'm pretty sure you haven't done that ever," the periwinkle snake questioned. This was a strange new development that faced him with a slew of new questions about how the forest worked. If the tress could talk, why hadn't they been this whole time? Had they not noticed him? Even when he was crawling on them?? Were they asleep or something? They had to be some sleepy trees if they were that out of it.

Around this time, Lennox was scuttling his way through the forest in hopes of finding a way out of this rather mundane area and into the more challenging territory of the Northeast. He had grown really impatient with these places frankly; and he had had enough of the sleepy atmosphere to satisfy him until he died. Which would happen of boredom soon if he didn't get out of here. Grassveil was certainly a quaint place at that point, and that was fine for mons who were fine with that kind of thing. Lennox, however, had not signed up for this whole "relaxing atmosphere" thing. The guild wasn't all that appealing to him, though he could only judge by what he had heard from word of mouth because he wasn't remotely able to make out what the sign out in front of the establishment was saying. Also, he'd have to live in this dead town to work there. Same went for the prospect of police work. No, he was certain that he would much prefer to head out to the mountains and live in a place that provided a constant challenge without minor conveniences like the ability to read. He was also undeniably curious about the rumors he had heard concerning some kind of strong kingdom or something in those mountains. If they were real, he wanted to see how strong they really were.

Yes, the Northeast really did seem like the place for him. The only problem was getting there, or more specifically interpreting the map that was supposed to get him there. He couldn't read the blasted thing; he could only recognize the major landmarks printed on it. This large, dark, intensely dense forest, for example. This was the first step... he thought. He wasn't entirely sure, but fuck it, he was already here and he'd find an exit eventually. He didn't expect the locals to be much help navigating, so his best option was pretty much himself-

-Oh, wait, those weren't locals. They could probably help, he thought. That thought was quickly stifled by the revelation that one of the pokemon, the snake, was talking to a tree while the other stood and watched. Weird... was that a normal thing? It struck him as odd... but as the same time, he really didn't know enough about it to argue. Hell, maybe the trees could give him directions.

"Uh, 'm I missing somethin' here? Or is a tree talking?" Lennox asked anyone who could give him an answer.

Lennox the Venipede - 11 Energy (Scolio-Horn equipped)

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PostSubject: Re: Fallace in Blunderland   Sun Apr 29, 2018 10:42 pm

Quite a bit of time passed without Alki receiving a response. For a moment, she wondered if perhaps she had merely imagined the tone-deaf voice. After all, who refused to acknowledge a greeting for this long? Alki had given up hope, simply shrugging again as she turned to leave, before the voice screeched out again. Unmistakable this time. Alki scrunched her eyes and flattened her ears, trying to prevent the voice from causing too much of a headache. That seemed like too difficult a task for her though, sadly. When the girl opened her eyes again, she found… nothing there. Where was the voice?

“Huh?” She mumbled, looking around in confusion. The voice was certainly there! And she could see who it belonged to: A Dratini, who had come out of the bush facing the complete wrong way. She shrugged, letting the voice continue. Tree. Something about a tree? There were certainly a lot of trees, but Alki had no idea why the Dratini was so focused on talking about… wait. He couldn’t…

“I’m not a tree.” She said, half-yelling. Really, it wasn’t something she should have been all too upset about, but there was something about being mistaken for a tree that rubbed her the wrong way. She just… She wasn’t a tree! “Trees don’t talk!” Any idiot knew that! Even she knew that!

She heard another voice, and for a brief moment, Alki felt an intense embarrassment as she realized that someone had snuck up on her. That wasn’t supposed to happen… Although the girl rapidly justified it by using the fact that one didn’t run into a Pokemon who thought trees talked every day. She turned towards the new Pokemon, a Venipede - a poison type, she reminded herself - and nodded at him. “Hi.”

She looked the Venipede up and down before deciding that he seemed alright. She offered an answer to his question, laughing a bit as she said it. “Oh no, there’s no tree talking. Just… I mean, I guess he thinks there’s a tree talking.” She pointed at Astir as she said this. “But no. There’s not actually a tree talking.”

Alki paused for a second, looking between the two, equal parts nervous at being around a slightly crazy Dratini and a complete stranger of a Venipede, but also, a bit excited. This was, indeed, different from her usual life, and it was a welcome change. “So. Um. Why are you two here?” She asked, offering the Dratini a way into the conversation. She’d been having a pretty shitty time, recently, but Alki began to feel bad, ever so slightly, for the Dratini that was clearly off his rocker. She looked back and forth between the two pokemon, before offering a quiet word of apology. She moved on quickly, hoping that the Dratini wouldn’t be upset with her. “Just a bit strange to see people around here, I guess.”





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PostSubject: Re: Fallace in Blunderland   Mon Apr 30, 2018 4:47 am

Lennox had barely been there for a minute before the Jigglypuff had some kind of meltdown about not being a tree; something he did not nearly have enough context to remotely understand. He chose not to encourage it with a response; He couldn't imagine that going well for him in any circumstance. Also, he didn't care. He hadn't come here to get wrapped up in tree drama. "Alright, whatever you say; just had to confirm that. Can't tell sometimes in these wacked-out places," he responded. He tried sizing the ball up, but he couldn't much get a read on eyes as big and doe-y as those. They were just... endless, and vaguely soul-stealing. He couldn't imagine having eyes like that, just staring into nothing and yet everything all at once. Thoroughly deterred, Lennox averted his gaze for a minute and re-gathered his thought.

"I uh... well I'm just traveling, like I figure most people are when they pass through here." He wasn't... entirely sure why passing through the forest was strange? After all, people had to do it all the time to get to town, right? Or was he missing something? He would have expected at least a few passersby, or... hey yeah, how were there not reams of guild teams scouring this forest for their treasures or lost people or whatever else it was they did?? Shit, maybe he was lost. He was starting to hate that stupid map. He gave a disgruntled sigh before he continued, "I mean I don't know how strange it is to go through one of these places; I thought it was pretty standard. Doesn't matter either way, I like a challenge." If it was really so strange, Lennox started to wonder what she was doing out here...? He gave here a look- nope, nope; nevermind, not those eyes. He could just ask about it or something. "I'm just passing through; 'M trying to get to the mountains in the Northeast. The ones with the rumors and whatever else living up there. Can't really speak for that guy, but if I had to take a crack at it I'd say he's talkin' to trees."

Astir cocked his head as he processed all of the conflicting messages this tree was now giving him. He wasn't sure what to say to these new things it was telling him loudly for some reason. It was not a tree; but it was most certainly a tree. A perplexing riddle that Astir could only assume was meant to communicate something to him about the nature of this forest that he had been inhabiting perpetually. Perhaps it was actually a secret message that would lead to what was beyond this never-ending patch of forest? Yes, that had to be it. Suddenly, his enthusiasm was spiking once more, and the forest opened up into a limitless field of possibilities. The world was a wide, wide place once more, just waiting for him to go out and conquer! He looked all around, in search of the next clue-

Oh shit there were people behind him. There hadn't been people behind him before, he was certain of that. His flawless disguise would have allowed him to catch them before they had even gotten close. That must have meant they had gotten there within the past few seconds when he had been speaking with the identity-confused trees that didn't speak. That short amount of time had gotten them that close??? Who were these master ninjas who could just appear and disappear like this??? He snapped to attention, focusing his prying gaze on the two of them as he took down their silhouettes and calculated their skills. One was a pink ball, clearly a master of the rolling arts and being incredibly conspicuous. The other... was a red potato ninja? What a weird duo. He didn't see how a potato and a ball were supposed to get anything done together.

"I see you're very talented forest stalkers as well, ninjas!" Astir exclaimed with a smirk. "You're very clever, appearing so quickly while I was addressing other issues of the forest. Very well done; you clearly know your stuff!" He was so off the mark and he had absolutely no idea. "I hope you're not here to challenge me though; I would hate to ruin my impression of you already by emasculating you in a showdown!!"

Lennox... had no idea what any of that meant. It was like the Dratini was completely in a world of his own; in fact, the bug was sure that had to be exactly what was going on. He let out a long, gravelly sigh. Kids were weird. Especially kids with imaginations that completely and utterly denied reality like this one. This was the reason Lennox wasn't having any of these. They were absolutely a hazard and they were impossible to make sense of. The tussle-happy bug couldn't even take that challenge seriously with how far out of left field it had come; he had barely processed it at all. He already struggled to make sense of everyday things like maps. He decided the kid needed to come back to and dignify them with a proper response.

"What are you on about, string cheese," Lennox retorted. "What in the hell does that have to do with the conversation we're havin' right now? Have you been payin' attention at all to what we're sayin', or is this just completely missing you. Where do you even get ninja out of either of us two?"

"-Uuuhw?" Astir coughed. Conversation? Had he missed something? He realized now that he was having trouble putting the past moments together in his head. It was fuzzy and muffled now, like his memories of things would get sometimes. Maybe he had dreamed all of that, or maybe he had been thinking too hard and had given himself another headache. That would make sense, actually. The trees had never talked before; he wasn't sure how they would begin to start now. And they were not ninjas... ...Yeah, on second glance, he wasn't wure why he had mistaken them for ninjas. They didn't really have the aesthetic, nor the equipment... He had to give the benefit of the doubt though, "I- well," he stammered with all the intention of formulating a response, but none of the form. He wasn't sure how to jump in from this strange revelation he had just experienced. "...Right, I, guess I must have missed that. It's easy to miss stuff when you're thinking really hard. You were asking-?"

"What the heck you're doing here."

Astir found that question asinine. "What? I mean nothing specific right now; I don't have anything to do if that's what you're asking. If you're not, I don't know what to say? I don't need a reason to be in here, I just live in here; like you guys and everyone else does!"

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PostSubject: Re: Fallace in Blunderland   Wed Jun 06, 2018 4:07 pm

“Y-Yeah. I guess.” Alki mumbled, feeling a renewed sense of shame at her reaction to being called a tree. It would have been one thing, had the only one who’d seen her reaction been the tree-talker, but this presumably normal Venipede had stumbled upon them, and now thought Alki was just as crazy as the Dratini. It seemed, no matter where she went, something just HAD to go wrong for her. Whether it was a haunted house, the guild, Grassveil town or some dark, dank forest.

Fuck Alki, right?

The girl let out a long, tired breath as she looked up at Lennox. To her surprise, it seemed he was almost… afraid of her? Or at least, somewhat intimidated? No, not even that. It was something different, although Alki couldn’t quite figure it out. Sure, it was rare that she got to be the same height as someone, but that didn’t make her scary! She was still a pink cotton ball. At least he looked somewhat intimidating! Why was he afraid of her?

Did she look weird? Maybe she hadn’t cleaned herself properly, or maybe her curl looked weird, somehow? Or her ears? Well… not much she could do about that, was there? If she was scary, then so be it.

“I mean… I guess these places are like shortcuts? I’m not sure, honestly. I’m not really fond of them. Or challenges. But it’s nice to...” Be alone? Evidently not, seeing as Alki was now in the company of two complete strangers. No, it wasn’t much good for being alone after all. “It’s nice to get lost, once in a while. Y’know?”

He mentioned something about mountains. Alki knew about those mountains. At least, she’d seen them on the explorer’s map she was given as a guild member. Been there? No, she hadn’t ever been there. But there was a first time for everything! And if she was an explorer…

“Mountains? I could help you get there. I don’t… well, I’m working a couple jobs right now. I guess. But there’s not much going on in either, so I could probably take the time to help you out there. If you like.” Besides, rumors were always interesting to hear about! And she needed supplies too, for both her ‘jobs’. Maybe she could find some on the way.

The Dratini, in response to her offer, began to talk about ninjas. That was a really weird word. Ninjas. The girl closed her eyes as her ears twitched, completely on their own. Even his voice was grating. Not to mention he might as well be talking non-sense. Something about a challenge? Honestly, she’d tuned out at that point. What the fuck was a ninja? Wasn’t she a tree just a minute ago?

Whatever. She let the Venipede deal with him. She chose to simply sit back and watch. She wasn’t usually this mean-spirited. Under normal conditions, she would’ve tried to mediate and downsize the situation. But she’d been having some very shitty days recently. So now, instead, she watched the situation unfold, and did nothing to help the poor, confused Dratini. Was that a bit cruel? Maybe.

The jigglypuff sat down on the ground as she waited for things to calm down.

Somehow, the situation got even more ridiculous than before with the Dratini’s answer.

“Um...” Was he really that off his rocker? Was he being serious? Alki felt bad about her earlier inaction. Maybe this Dratini needed more help than she could offer. Or maybe he wasn’t being entirely serious? That was what she hoped for, anyways. “I don’t… I don’t think either of us live here. I live in Grassveil Town. And… Um. There’s other towns too. Rainfront. Grima, I guess, and then Aileron, and… well. There’s a lot of places out there. That aren’t this forest, so why… have you never left it?”

That was ridiculous! Even when she’d been a kid, in Pecha Forest, she’d known that there was stuff beside her house. Sure, she hadn’t ever exactly been hopeful she’d ever go, but she knew. How was it possible? “Are… Are you ok?”

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