Post by Lamont on Feb 7, 2016 15:30:27 GMT 11
Solo short stories relating to my characters that didn't need to be modded.
[attr="class,"header-notes"] Bearithusa -- Cherrygrove -- Damien Shay
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
◓ Meeting Rufflet
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[attr="class","main-title"] MEETING SNOVER
[attr="class,"header-notes"] Bearithusa -- Cherrygrove -- Damien Shay
[attr="class","sub-title"] INTRO
[attr="class","body"] Winter, it seemed, was trying to come early. What had been several days of rain saturating Cherrygrove and the surrounding areas had turned cold and slick. Hail began replacing the streaks of water cutting through the sky, the small pellets cracking against buildings like a child in tantrum. The wind carried the icy balls nearly from side to side at times making the people huddled in their homes staring into the cloudy sky wonder if they were about to fall subject to something worse. So far the only anger sparking along the cloudy mass blocking the sun and stars was in the form of light and thunder.
What was usually a bright town caressed in lush greens and colorful blossoms was now whipped and sheeted from the freezing rain. The slush choking out the plucky vegetation with a wet sheen shining back when the sky called. It was a sublime picture but Damien wasn't an artist nor a stout patron that could appreciate such picturesque ferocity on display before him.
As he stood staring out the window all he could think about was getting back to his journey through Johto. He sniffled quietly, feeling the nasal passage stuff up even more, and turned his eyes back down to the sink of hot water. The steam rising from the soapy dishwater was rather soothing for his mild head cold. The couple bustling about the kitchen behind him were making the finishing touches on dinner for the other trainers stuck in town, taking refuge in the Pokémon Center practically next door. They were a cheery pair. It was hard not to think of them as doting grandparents wanting the best for everyone. They had graciously offered Damien their son's old room to wait out the worst of the storm. In exchange he made a point to help them out wherever he could. While helping out with chores and doing extra cleaning around the house was a constant, his biggest contribution was delivering the meals and braving the storm.
Damien finished brushing the last pot, rinsing it off before running the damp rag over its surface. Within moments the hostess called to the young trainer, smiling broadly and giving indication of her recent handiwork. It looked delicious. Her husband gave his compliments as he made to pack it up while their guest dried his hands and got his coat. With the bundle of food in his hands he opened the door and set out for the Pokémon Center with haste.
What was usually a bright town caressed in lush greens and colorful blossoms was now whipped and sheeted from the freezing rain. The slush choking out the plucky vegetation with a wet sheen shining back when the sky called. It was a sublime picture but Damien wasn't an artist nor a stout patron that could appreciate such picturesque ferocity on display before him.
As he stood staring out the window all he could think about was getting back to his journey through Johto. He sniffled quietly, feeling the nasal passage stuff up even more, and turned his eyes back down to the sink of hot water. The steam rising from the soapy dishwater was rather soothing for his mild head cold. The couple bustling about the kitchen behind him were making the finishing touches on dinner for the other trainers stuck in town, taking refuge in the Pokémon Center practically next door. They were a cheery pair. It was hard not to think of them as doting grandparents wanting the best for everyone. They had graciously offered Damien their son's old room to wait out the worst of the storm. In exchange he made a point to help them out wherever he could. While helping out with chores and doing extra cleaning around the house was a constant, his biggest contribution was delivering the meals and braving the storm.
Damien finished brushing the last pot, rinsing it off before running the damp rag over its surface. Within moments the hostess called to the young trainer, smiling broadly and giving indication of her recent handiwork. It looked delicious. Her husband gave his compliments as he made to pack it up while their guest dried his hands and got his coat. With the bundle of food in his hands he opened the door and set out for the Pokémon Center with haste.
[attr="class","sub-title"] PEEPING TOM
[attr="class","body"] He never thought he'd be happier with the abhorrent rainstorm that had hovered over him on his way here from New Bark town. The hail had relented ever so slightly, leaving just cold slaps of airborne slush assaulting him as he moved instead of tiny bullets, but it was still a harsh experience. Luckily it was a short trek. His cheeks freezing and hat ready to fly off, Damien reached out for the door just as a large gust swept up seemingly from his feet. The unexpected jostle brought the trainer's hand back to catch it before it fell but one of the secondary bundled portions slipped out.
With a pinch of annoyance the boy swiftly lurched forward, leaning down, and made to grab the escapee. As he did there was a white bright white speck that darted across his peripheral vision through nearby bushes. Surprised, Damien's gaze raised to try and catch the movement in focus. Nothing. The only white was the wash of the building side and the blips shooting from the sky. Of which, a single hailstone pleasantly whapped him in the head as a reminder to get back inside. He obliged.
The Poké Center was a relief both from the short exposure to the storm and in the way of company. Inside its walls were a few trainers, their pokémon lounging around and playing amongst themselves, as well as the normal staff manning the station. Nurse Joy welcomed him and motioned for the waiting area where a table sat laden with snacks and other foods Cherrygrove residents had gifted to those staying here. Damien stuffed the fallen one into his coat pocket and wandered over. The other trainers were friendly enough, at least one a little shy, most younger than himself. He presented the bundle and let them at it. Damien stuck around for a little while to chatter with the group and listen to their ambitions; though mostly it was talk of how everyone wished the hail would disappear.
After a while he departed the center, opening the door and finding a rather sudden resistance. The trainer smacked into the door with its unexpected stop, a shrill cry of 'no' ringing out into the stormy dusk. Holding his pounding nose Damien's eyes dropped to the ground, finding a bit of tree sticking out around the door. Poking his head around he found it was a small bit of trunk that had been dragged over, an obvious beaten trail in the melting slop. There wasn't any sign of anyone there however. Bemused, Damien scanned around but found no one. Stepping fully out and closing the door to the center the young lad bent down to roll the hollow log out of the way. He got it to the face of the flower bed beside the building then stood back up. As he did the bundled rice balls he'd pocketed earlier once again fled to the ground.
With an annoyed sigh and loud sniffle Damien rolled his eyes at the sky. He'd forgotten that was in there. Shaking his head he returned his attention down to the bundle... but it was gone. His ice blue eyes skipped along the area in search of it but it was nowhere to be found. The wind pushing at his back and distant heavenly crackles mixed with the slight cloud of his mind from the cold lowered his level of patience for such a petty loss. He turned his back to the flower bed and headed for the couple's home.
That night, as the ranger lay in light sleep he awoke to quiet scraping at the window. At first he simply rolled onto his back, finding one of his nostrils blocked. He brought a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose before giving his forehead a rub. The scratching by the window didn't register as anything interesting with the last few days being nothing but wind and rain. Damien attempted to fall back asleep, only finding the annoyance of limited breathing. After an uncountable amount of time he rolled again, adjusting the blankets to hug his chin and protect from the chill of the room. As he started to drift off another noise picked up. A shuffle of sorts. The wind also picked up a smidge, but Damien was able to just throw the covers over his head in response.
The blurred edge of dreams danced through his mind as the noises continued. Steps, someone searching for something, a nice murmur opposed to the whistle of storm winds... With a snort he accidentally woke himself up again. There were a few silent moments of confusion before he pulled the blankets off his head so he could reach the glass of water set at the end table next to him. Fingers carefully scouring the table were having difficulty finding it. Waking up a bit more to focus his vision he pulled himself up a little to get better reach. There was a gentle 'tap' against the table. Damien stopped moving for a second as it registered, his eyes clarifying the different shades of darkness and spotting the glass where his hand had just been.
He grabbed it, almost recoiling at how cold it was. Shocked awake his mind finally started putting two and two together. His gaze shot to the window: it was open. The door to his room was still closed. The desk was in disarray, pencils scattered about and pages fallen from their neat pile. A few books lay open and others fallen on the shelf. His backpack was open on the chair making his heart leap in his chest. Looking back to the end table his two pokémon still sat resting in their pokéballs. Nothing was torn apart or appeared to be treated poorly but the scene was still disconcerting.
Damien quietly flipped the covers off and moved to the window. Thankfully the storm had let up for the moment, no rain or hail showering into the room. The sill was dry and so was the wall and floor before it. The trainer closed the pane and locked it, then turned around to scan the room again. He stood there, a silent sentinel as his eyes responded to his level of awareness. He walked over to the end table and lit the small lamp then pulled his backpack up to check the contents. After a few counts he confirmed what was missing: a star piece and two berries.
With a pinch of annoyance the boy swiftly lurched forward, leaning down, and made to grab the escapee. As he did there was a white bright white speck that darted across his peripheral vision through nearby bushes. Surprised, Damien's gaze raised to try and catch the movement in focus. Nothing. The only white was the wash of the building side and the blips shooting from the sky. Of which, a single hailstone pleasantly whapped him in the head as a reminder to get back inside. He obliged.
The Poké Center was a relief both from the short exposure to the storm and in the way of company. Inside its walls were a few trainers, their pokémon lounging around and playing amongst themselves, as well as the normal staff manning the station. Nurse Joy welcomed him and motioned for the waiting area where a table sat laden with snacks and other foods Cherrygrove residents had gifted to those staying here. Damien stuffed the fallen one into his coat pocket and wandered over. The other trainers were friendly enough, at least one a little shy, most younger than himself. He presented the bundle and let them at it. Damien stuck around for a little while to chatter with the group and listen to their ambitions; though mostly it was talk of how everyone wished the hail would disappear.
After a while he departed the center, opening the door and finding a rather sudden resistance. The trainer smacked into the door with its unexpected stop, a shrill cry of 'no' ringing out into the stormy dusk. Holding his pounding nose Damien's eyes dropped to the ground, finding a bit of tree sticking out around the door. Poking his head around he found it was a small bit of trunk that had been dragged over, an obvious beaten trail in the melting slop. There wasn't any sign of anyone there however. Bemused, Damien scanned around but found no one. Stepping fully out and closing the door to the center the young lad bent down to roll the hollow log out of the way. He got it to the face of the flower bed beside the building then stood back up. As he did the bundled rice balls he'd pocketed earlier once again fled to the ground.
With an annoyed sigh and loud sniffle Damien rolled his eyes at the sky. He'd forgotten that was in there. Shaking his head he returned his attention down to the bundle... but it was gone. His ice blue eyes skipped along the area in search of it but it was nowhere to be found. The wind pushing at his back and distant heavenly crackles mixed with the slight cloud of his mind from the cold lowered his level of patience for such a petty loss. He turned his back to the flower bed and headed for the couple's home.
That night, as the ranger lay in light sleep he awoke to quiet scraping at the window. At first he simply rolled onto his back, finding one of his nostrils blocked. He brought a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose before giving his forehead a rub. The scratching by the window didn't register as anything interesting with the last few days being nothing but wind and rain. Damien attempted to fall back asleep, only finding the annoyance of limited breathing. After an uncountable amount of time he rolled again, adjusting the blankets to hug his chin and protect from the chill of the room. As he started to drift off another noise picked up. A shuffle of sorts. The wind also picked up a smidge, but Damien was able to just throw the covers over his head in response.
The blurred edge of dreams danced through his mind as the noises continued. Steps, someone searching for something, a nice murmur opposed to the whistle of storm winds... With a snort he accidentally woke himself up again. There were a few silent moments of confusion before he pulled the blankets off his head so he could reach the glass of water set at the end table next to him. Fingers carefully scouring the table were having difficulty finding it. Waking up a bit more to focus his vision he pulled himself up a little to get better reach. There was a gentle 'tap' against the table. Damien stopped moving for a second as it registered, his eyes clarifying the different shades of darkness and spotting the glass where his hand had just been.
He grabbed it, almost recoiling at how cold it was. Shocked awake his mind finally started putting two and two together. His gaze shot to the window: it was open. The door to his room was still closed. The desk was in disarray, pencils scattered about and pages fallen from their neat pile. A few books lay open and others fallen on the shelf. His backpack was open on the chair making his heart leap in his chest. Looking back to the end table his two pokémon still sat resting in their pokéballs. Nothing was torn apart or appeared to be treated poorly but the scene was still disconcerting.
Damien quietly flipped the covers off and moved to the window. Thankfully the storm had let up for the moment, no rain or hail showering into the room. The sill was dry and so was the wall and floor before it. The trainer closed the pane and locked it, then turned around to scan the room again. He stood there, a silent sentinel as his eyes responded to his level of awareness. He walked over to the end table and lit the small lamp then pulled his backpack up to check the contents. After a few counts he confirmed what was missing: a star piece and two berries.
[attr="class","sub-title"] CORNERED CURIOSITY
[attr="class","body"] It could have been much worse. Puzzlement tugged at his mind as his attention moved back to his pokémon. It was a silly concern since he was looking at their marked pokéballs but he wouldn't feel better until he checked. The boy reached out for the two devices and released his only two pokémon: Turret and Cyrus. The squirtle rubbed his eyes and yawned, mumbling to himself as if he had just been rudely shaken awake. Cyrus appeared to sink into a ball of trembling feathers for the first few seconds before smoothing out and stretching his wings. The pidgey gave a quick chirp, head bobbing up toward the young trainer before cocking to the side in a questioning look.
Damien smiled with relief before apologizing for the awakening. Turret waved a hand then indicated something on the floor. Turning his eyes down, Damien barely spotted the edge of the missing star piece. Half a laugh escaped him as he leaned down to pick it up. Just before his fingers wrapped themselves around the glittering gem a bushy green hand slipped out from under the bed and snatched it. The young lad jumped back, falling sideways onto the bed. Turret chortled for a second before calling at the pokémon under the bed. Damien heard a shuffling of something moving further back. Both of his partners repositioned around the bed, Cyrus around the end and Turret up against the side, each staring curiously. Soon Damien joined them, poking his head down and staring into the shadows under the bed.
Staring back at him was a somewhat large white and brown pokémon with the berries and star piece held tightly to its body. It had been shuffling to attempt to sneak out the end of the bed but was now surrounded. With a look between all three of its onlookers the ice pokémon gave a shiver then released a blast of cold wind. Turret fled behind the end table, Damien pulling himself up, and Cyrus quickly took to the air and landed on the desk. The snover tried to rush out from under the bed but found itself stuck in the midsection trying to slide under the frame. It squealed, throwing a berry at Damien when he leaned over the edge once again.
Adrenaline began to flood through his body. The couple was asleep nearby and he didn't want to wake them. The inexperienced ranger got off the bed and moved around the bed as the snover began pushing up to try and get out. It succeeded, cooing cutely as she slid out and recollected her remaining goodies. Damien reached around her middle and lifted her up, the snover struggling until he brought her to eye level. He spoke softly in hopes of calming the wild pokémon down and it seemed to work for the most part. She lifted the items above her head as if Damien would be unable to reach them that way. He smiled and moved over to the desk by the window setting the ice pokémon down gently, of who continued to try and keep the items positioned away from Damien and Cyrus. Turret had followed at his trainer's heels, climbing up on the chair to peek over the desk's surface.
The trainer attempted to convince the snover that he needed his items back but she just stared back at him. After a minute though she reached around and pulled out the left over wrapping from the bundle he'd lost earlier. Momentarily confused, Damien accepted the garbage and inquired whether the wild pokémon was hungry. There was a hesitant nod in reply.
Thinking, the new trainer went for his pack and pulled out a small mostly empty bag of poké food to offer to the snover. The frost tree pokémon inspected it for a second before swiftly snatching it. In the next moment it was offering back the star piece. This gave him an idea. Damien took a second to fix up the desk area, making a bit of small talk with the snover watching curiously when until Cyrus caught its attention. The tiny, previously ill fed, bird was giving her quite the look. Eventually the snover, after quite the careful consideration, offered out one of the berries she'd taken; of which the pidgey happily accepted and buried into its feathers.
Damien turned to go back to his backpack and find something else he could perhaps trade with the snover, shuffling his items quietly, then he heard the thump and heavy steps from the desk to his side. The snover crawled onto the bed, with some difficulty holding its two items, then nosily poked its head into the bag. Damien let it be, continuing to move stuff around until he got to his key item pocket. In a blur of green the snover's hand reached in and grabbed his map, ogling it with a bit of a hum emanating from its body. Playing into her interests, Damien began pointing some stuff out on the page based on what he'd seen on his way to New Bark from Azalea.
The snover's intrigue seemed to be endless and Damien was running out of stories, not to mention returning to his tired state and cloudy mind. After a deep yawn the wild pokémon seemed to get uncomfortable again, backing off with the map and hopping off the bed. A small rush of panic at losing the important guide flowed through him and he quietly called to the snover to return it. The frosty tree-like being paused, looked at the map, then lifted it and pointed awkwardly at a point: Blackthorn City. It took a moment to put it together. This snover wanted to go into the mountains. When Damien explained he wasn't able to go into the mountain passes just yet the snover seemed to pout for a second, then began folding up the map and turning to continue on once again.
Turret interceded, hands across his chest and shaking his head. The tiny blue turtle spoke with the snover for a moment then gestured to his trainer. Damien observed, clueless. Cyrus chimed in a loud chirp making the boy's spine tingle as he shot a finger up and made to gently shush the group. The snover twisted around to look at the human then after a moment fingered the map again. Damien looked to his squirtle, of who was giving him a rather expectant look. A smile crept over the ranger's face. He agreed to take the snover to the mountains.
Damien smiled with relief before apologizing for the awakening. Turret waved a hand then indicated something on the floor. Turning his eyes down, Damien barely spotted the edge of the missing star piece. Half a laugh escaped him as he leaned down to pick it up. Just before his fingers wrapped themselves around the glittering gem a bushy green hand slipped out from under the bed and snatched it. The young lad jumped back, falling sideways onto the bed. Turret chortled for a second before calling at the pokémon under the bed. Damien heard a shuffling of something moving further back. Both of his partners repositioned around the bed, Cyrus around the end and Turret up against the side, each staring curiously. Soon Damien joined them, poking his head down and staring into the shadows under the bed.
Staring back at him was a somewhat large white and brown pokémon with the berries and star piece held tightly to its body. It had been shuffling to attempt to sneak out the end of the bed but was now surrounded. With a look between all three of its onlookers the ice pokémon gave a shiver then released a blast of cold wind. Turret fled behind the end table, Damien pulling himself up, and Cyrus quickly took to the air and landed on the desk. The snover tried to rush out from under the bed but found itself stuck in the midsection trying to slide under the frame. It squealed, throwing a berry at Damien when he leaned over the edge once again.
Adrenaline began to flood through his body. The couple was asleep nearby and he didn't want to wake them. The inexperienced ranger got off the bed and moved around the bed as the snover began pushing up to try and get out. It succeeded, cooing cutely as she slid out and recollected her remaining goodies. Damien reached around her middle and lifted her up, the snover struggling until he brought her to eye level. He spoke softly in hopes of calming the wild pokémon down and it seemed to work for the most part. She lifted the items above her head as if Damien would be unable to reach them that way. He smiled and moved over to the desk by the window setting the ice pokémon down gently, of who continued to try and keep the items positioned away from Damien and Cyrus. Turret had followed at his trainer's heels, climbing up on the chair to peek over the desk's surface.
The trainer attempted to convince the snover that he needed his items back but she just stared back at him. After a minute though she reached around and pulled out the left over wrapping from the bundle he'd lost earlier. Momentarily confused, Damien accepted the garbage and inquired whether the wild pokémon was hungry. There was a hesitant nod in reply.
Thinking, the new trainer went for his pack and pulled out a small mostly empty bag of poké food to offer to the snover. The frost tree pokémon inspected it for a second before swiftly snatching it. In the next moment it was offering back the star piece. This gave him an idea. Damien took a second to fix up the desk area, making a bit of small talk with the snover watching curiously when until Cyrus caught its attention. The tiny, previously ill fed, bird was giving her quite the look. Eventually the snover, after quite the careful consideration, offered out one of the berries she'd taken; of which the pidgey happily accepted and buried into its feathers.
Damien turned to go back to his backpack and find something else he could perhaps trade with the snover, shuffling his items quietly, then he heard the thump and heavy steps from the desk to his side. The snover crawled onto the bed, with some difficulty holding its two items, then nosily poked its head into the bag. Damien let it be, continuing to move stuff around until he got to his key item pocket. In a blur of green the snover's hand reached in and grabbed his map, ogling it with a bit of a hum emanating from its body. Playing into her interests, Damien began pointing some stuff out on the page based on what he'd seen on his way to New Bark from Azalea.
The snover's intrigue seemed to be endless and Damien was running out of stories, not to mention returning to his tired state and cloudy mind. After a deep yawn the wild pokémon seemed to get uncomfortable again, backing off with the map and hopping off the bed. A small rush of panic at losing the important guide flowed through him and he quietly called to the snover to return it. The frosty tree-like being paused, looked at the map, then lifted it and pointed awkwardly at a point: Blackthorn City. It took a moment to put it together. This snover wanted to go into the mountains. When Damien explained he wasn't able to go into the mountain passes just yet the snover seemed to pout for a second, then began folding up the map and turning to continue on once again.
Turret interceded, hands across his chest and shaking his head. The tiny blue turtle spoke with the snover for a moment then gestured to his trainer. Damien observed, clueless. Cyrus chimed in a loud chirp making the boy's spine tingle as he shot a finger up and made to gently shush the group. The snover twisted around to look at the human then after a moment fingered the map again. Damien looked to his squirtle, of who was giving him a rather expectant look. A smile crept over the ranger's face. He agreed to take the snover to the mountains.
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