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closed roleplay blog for Sorey; affiliated with WHITE FOREST

[tristaliae]

        “ Y—Yes! Thank you so much! ” She can’t even hide the surprise yet guilt she feels—it’s only now that she realizes that she could have just had Litmus use his psychic powers to get it out… but it was too late to say that now, especially when the unwilling other party relented to her wishes. “ It’s this way—but really, thank you so much. I’m in your debt. ”

[cheferd-blog]

“No problem--don’t worry about it,” we exclaim, Zav chirping in agreement.  It doesn’t really matter if she could have done it herself.  Now that we and Zav are going to help, both of us can’t turn away now.  That was just harsh, y’know.  “So, where is it?”

[tristaliae]

        “ My… ring fell into a relatively… narrow and deep hole around here… a-and I was wondering if your Doduo’s beaks could… r-reach that far down. ” Her head turns away in embarrassment as she explains her silly mishap, unable to meet his eyes in fear of being judged.

[cheferd-blog]

Using our doduo to get rings?  Oh Arceus--

We are a bit taken back by this, but we think we understand.  It takes a moment to let it sink in, but we look to Zav, who had come out on his own accord, trying to get his answer.  Zav lets out a deep, complaining noise, but his head shakes to affirm the ‘deal’.  We turn to the stranger and speak, “Well, Zav seems willing to do it.  You remember which hole it is?”

[kumiuta]

Mago(st)? //

“H-Hey! Have you seen Mago around here somewhere?” She’s not talking about the berry but it sure sounds like she is, doesn’t it?

[cheferd-blog]

“No, I haven’t,” we state, looking a bit exasperated.  Whatever she was looking for, we hadn’t seen.  Well, we were occupied either way--Mibo was surprisingly good at hide and seek.  We still couldn’t find him.

[tristaliae]

        “ A—Ah… w-well, I thought your Doduo… n-never mind. ”

[cheferd-blog]

“My Doduo...?” We trail off, leaving her some room.  If she wished to answer us, she would.  If not, she was welcome to ignore us.

[miscellanyofmusings]

ᴅʀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪɴɢs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴇɢᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ’s ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ sᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ

[starristar]

I’m feeling like one of those manga characters who work in the day and draw at night these days………TAT

One of my giveaways! I’m just so tired these couple of days I just don’t want to pen the lines……….

I’ve always wanted to draw this scene ^qqq^ (I lost patience when drawing their weapons :3 Fighting back to back has always been a long time favorite of mine OuO

[cheferd-blog]

cabin structure //

[runalunaru]

Runa giggled softly in response to his kind words. “Heehee! That would be lovely.” He had a nice feeling around him, nothing scary at all. Solani seemed to like him — rather swiftly for the oft stoic Pokémon.

Watching the pair interact, it was easy to see their bond. “The two of you have a good relationship,” she noted with good cheer. He and his Vaporeon- MIbo- responded to each other easily. Someone who so obviously cared for their Pokémon, to notice their individual quirks, always helped set her at ease.

The silence stretched on, though Runa didn’t quite notice it. The boy was watching her now, so she stared back, even as she fiddled with her long sleeves. He seemed to be… expectant? Hesitant? Solani, being able to sense the emotions and thoughts of others, would be able to tell her for sure, but she had long decided that it was a breach of privacy to do so in regular situations. Ordinarily she would only know if a person had good or bad intentions, and only with the latter would Solani share more.

With a small smile, she decided to pick up the conversation again. “Have you been here for long? I had not seen you around before.” She had already been in the Forest for a month already, and met a handful of others, all who’ve arrived at varying times. “Ah! I suppose introductions are in order. My name is Runa, and this is Solani,” she said, gesturing to the Solrock floating by her head. “It is nice to meet you two!”

[cheferd-blog]

Calm and friendly-- words such as those could be used to describe us in a nutshell.  For those who didn’t know us, such words fit, but they are not our only traits.  We hold many layers, and perhaps that was what seemingly drew in the stoic pokemon.  Or not.   A person can’t tell those types of things.  Well, not until they know the pokemon, which we did not.  But whatever it was that opted this apparent acceptance, it didn’t matter.  Well, getting along doesn’t necessarily have to be about the reasons, right?

“You really think so,” we ask, a smile stretching far from it’s place on our visage.  We are proud of our bond with Mibo; he’s one of our best friends!  So we have to know about him.  Couldn’t call him our best friend if we didn’t know him, y’know.  Mibo makes a proud expression and releases a chirp, puffing out his chest.  Sorey laughs at the action and says, “Woah, Mibo.”

The noise he makes in return is in good nature, coming off as a harmless grumble.  We make a fond noise in return, low and apologetic.  There is a twinge of sadness left over in our stomach that seeps into the noise’s cracks, but we shake our heads and tell ourselves that it’ll be alright.  

“Not really.  Maybe a week or so, we’ve been here.  Mibo and I have been working on studying the architecture of this place,” we say, looking down at Mibo with a smile.  He returns our smile with a nod and a chirp.  A laugh escapes us and we look at her, replying in turn, “Nice to meet ya.  This is Mibo.  I’m Sorey.”

[cheferd-blog]

“I don’t know what you want me to do about that--”

[roirence]

zzz

[cheferd-blog]

cabin structure //

[runalunaru]

Humming softly, Runa cradled the basket full of berries in her arms. The ripe ones would have to be eaten soon, and the rest would be ripe in a couple of days. While there was an abundance of the more common berries, like oran and pecha, she was rather delighted to find magost berries, which were quite rare and hard to find in Unova. While berries were fine and good on their own, there was only so many times you could eat them raw before wanting a change of pace. Although Runa had travelled in the wilderness, occasionally foraging for food, she’d never had much cause to do much with any berries she’d find, often too hungry to do anything but eat them raw. And while they were definitely used in prepared dishes, she wasn’t really much of a cook herself, and while trial and error was one method, she’d rather not waste any resources on failed attempts.

Though her mind was occupied, her body automatically responded to Solani’s shifts in position to avoid obstacles like trees and bushes, letting the sun-like Pokémon herd her back home. Absorbed in her own thoughts, she certainly didn’t notice the person at the side, almost walking past before a voice she didn’t recognize spoke.

“Oh!” She spun on one heel to face the speaker, his appearance further confirmation that she’d never seen this particular person before. There was a moment of prolonged silence as she shifted gears from berries to the present moment, processing his words, his apology. “Oh, no, it is quite alright, I had not stepped on your papers I hope?” Taking a quick look down, she confirmed that there were no crumbled or dirty papers, nor any stuck to her boots. Breathing an internal sigh of relief, she turned her attention back to the stranger. There was quite a bit of writing on his papers, and she averted her eyes, in case it was something private. His Vaporeon was curled into him and he had his arms around it in comfort. “Ah, I am sorry if I scared your Vaporeon,” she apologized with a small smile.

[cheferd-blog]

Mibo’s ears perk up, but still stayed curled into us, looking at her as if she had grown an extra head.  We chuckled at his expression and turned our attention, for the briefest moment, to the passing girl to answer her questions.  Our tone is somewhat chipper as we reply, and the words that drip from our mouth are kind in their nature, “Ah, it’s okay.  It’s easy to spook Mibo--but he seems pretty interested in who you are.  Maybe he’ll warm up to you!”

The Vaporeon made a noise very akin to embarrassment and pushed his head against our chest.  We laugh and wrap our arms around him in a hug, our laughter taking a good natured tone.  Mibo pushes his head against our chest, as if to make us stop.  Our laughter begins to fade and we speak, still a bit humored, “Sorry, Sorry.  You know what I meant, Mibo.”  The pokemon looks away, a bit embarrassed, but it seemed as though he calmed down.  Which was good--making him mad would do us no good.  He is our companion and our friend.  We would rather not lose him.  A sadness swells in our chest, but we smile it off, trying to put off thoughts that we would rather not think of.  Or feeling that we don’t want to feel.

It’s something about loss, but our wide smile pushes that feeling away, as though it was taboo.  It seems to be familiar, for some reason, but smiles always help--well, sometimes.  But smiling helps.  Hugging helps.  Mibo nudges us and a smile appears, wider and happier, as we try to think of other things.  We hug the pokemon again and look to the girl that is still..apparently...there.  We don’t know what to say..now.  So we stay quiet and look at her for some kind of conversation.

[cheferd-blog]

cabin structure // open

For such a tedious and studious act, it was nice to have some company; in our lap, looking at the papers with curiousity, was Mibo, and he was our companion while our eyes raked over some of the notes we had jotted down of this place.  Call it proof reading, if you like, but it looking over and updating--something that was never nice when rewriting your knowledge.

Acknowledge previous bias and apply information as unbiased as one can; it was something that Mikleo had always complained about.  Said that we were too focused with our individual bias to be able to access what was in front of us.  But bias was a part of everyone, unfortunately, so it was hard to write your knowledge without it.

But, we had to do it nonetheless.  Crossing out and rewriting on other paper, our hours passed as such with the comfortable weight of Mibo on his lap.  We often asked questions, only to answer them with ink marks and and new information.  Mibo made a sound of content and we answered with another question, thought dripping from our lips, “Hey, do you think that the cabin structure is related to those of temperate climates or those of northern climates?  Or perhaps I’m not thinking of the right thing..”

“Perhaps they are evidence of a different civilizations.  What do you think, Mibo?  Should I try to look from a different point of view,” we finished, looking down to our small friend with a smile wide but stretched by hours of thought.  But, many more hours would continue before we would stop, so it was something that was bearable for the time being.

But steps were heard and Mibo curled close to us.  Sighing, we look up from our work to see someone trying to walk past.  So, in turn, our fingers latched onto the papers, two at a time, and brought them close.  After such things were out of their way, we apologize, our arms bringing Mibo closer in an attempt to calm the Vaporeon, “Sorry--I hope the papers weren’t in your way.”