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 Fallace in Blunderland

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PostSubject: Fallace in Blunderland   Mon Apr 16, 2018 4:47 pm

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.

Astir - 7 Energy (Dragon Sash Equipped)

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PostSubject: Re: Fallace in Blunderland   Tue Apr 17, 2018 5:37 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 10:58 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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