work has been hella busy and we have been slightly short of staff so we were struggling 8D still struggling woo!
also we got a new coworker to replace our buddy that left and I get a strong feeling that she’ll get on my nerves ahahahaha...ha. And i will be working with her the most out of all my other coworkers -cackles more-
on happier note, i am going on a little vacay from tomorrow. we’ll be traveling to hokkaido and get to relax in a resort and we get to forget about work and money and annoying peoples and all other worries plaguing our little lives for a while.
so for a week, i am gonna be on vacation mode. hell, i already started today.
because things have been so hectic, i really have not been in the mood to write. so i asked for a hiatus while i gather up my muse all over again.
IOU;
emmett
UOI;
barry
Plotting;
shauntal
if i owe you a reply, lemme know. i kinda forgot who i was threading with.
i also got an open somewhere if any of you wanna thread with this girl.
She clenched her teeth, knuckles white as they held on for dear life to the handrails.
The deck was rumbling under her feet. A disarray of crew members running about as they tried to get things in order. Life vests, passengers and crew alike.
She could hear the shouts, could feel the fear and panic of those around her.
The water was black --- unforgiving, churning this was and that.
Rain was falling mercilessly upon them, thunder rumbling off in the distance.
She sensed this storm was likely to get worse.
It was amazing.
Just hours ago the sun was shining, Wingull soaring, land visible just over the horizon.
They are so close.
She knows that she should go back to her cabin.
It was safe there, safe and warm and dry.
There was something about watching a storm, however.
Watching the flashes of lightning, observing the crew at work, hearing every roar of thunder, feeling the rain upon her skin, the wind whipping through her hair.
A sudden shout alarms her and she whirls around on the spot.
Her eyes grow wide as she witnesses someone topple overboard. She lets out a cry of her own and looks around at the crew for assistance. Everyone is too busy, however, no one has noticed that someone has been swallowed up by the sea.
Adrenaline pumps through her veins --- a look of pure determination.
She prepares herself mentally before making her leap. She plunges into the sea, getting swept up in the currents. A flicker of fear crosses her features and she feels her heart rate speeding up as she fights against the rough waters.
No, no, no.
From the corner of her eye, Touko spies a hand steadily sinking into the waves.
Tapping on a Poke Ball, Amphitrite is released from the sphere. Clinging to the Jellicent, a wave of relief washes over her at the support. With a loud whistle, she points to where the hand had disappeared.
“Dive Amphi!”
The Jellicent immediately obeys, both trainer and Pokemon spy the descending individual. With a gesture from Touko, Amphitrite powerfully propels through the water and scoops the stranger onto her back. As the emerge from the waves, Touko attempts to rouse the stranger.
Hilda: a female name derived from the Old High German word hiltja (battle). Also related to Hildr, the Old Norse word for “battle” and the name of a valkyrie in Norse mythology.
Barry can’t believe that this is happening to him.
He hears the pure, exhilarated tone shining through Touko’s words, sees her jaunty grin–surely his classmate doesn’t understand the gravity of this situation. They might as well be criminals now.
And yet…the blond can’t help but be completely bewildered by how his morning has unfolded so far. Touko–quiet, mind-your-business Touko–had basically abducted him from the school grounds, and now she’s talking about eating pancakes at a cafe with the biggest smile on her face, a freed spirit. Is any of this happening for real? Because to poor Barry, none of this is making any sense.
She doesn’t mean to grin --- yet she does.
She doesn’t even mean to laugh --- and yet she does.
His little freak out has her nothing short of amused.
It was a change of pace from what she was used to. Polite greetings and quiet hallways, calm exteriors and calculated stares. Everything apparently picture perfect and pristine.
She blinks slowly, allowing time to catch her up.
They were sweaty and in some random forest. Dirt clung to her socks and leaves stuck to her shoes. Her school bag had fallen to the ground and her classmate was panicking before her.
This was the complete opposite of picture perfect.
This was chaos --- and she liked it.
Her grin widened when Barry had finally agreed to go with her. She clapped him on the back in a playful manner.
“I knew you’d come around! Now let’s go!”
They were on a time limit.
Surely her household was being alerted of her sudden absence from school. They needed to hurry. To enjoy this short lived freedom for as long as they could.
“…why are you running away?”
It was the inquiry that stood out the most, hearing it brought her to a steady halt. She peers over her shoulder and hesitates.
It’s such a complicated subject, a story with so many twists and turns.
Where was she supposed to start? And even if she had began, would that only scare Barry away?
I’m the daughter of the most powerful mafia boss in all the regions and he likes to make sure I’m under his thumb at all times.
Yeah, no. That was not how one made friends.
“How dare you. I’m surprisingly very good with my studies!” she tells him, pretending to be offended.
She catches his gaze and for a moment, she glimpses something there. A thought --- a crazy thought. That maybe, just maybe, this random classmate of hers might just understand what she was going through.
“Have you ever felt...caged?” she asks him, taking on a softer tone. Her index finger inches under her wristband, fidgeting about. “I mean well...I have been feeling caged recently. And I just wanna be free for a bit, ya know? Even if it’s just...” her brow furrows before she finishes, “A little while.”
With a wave of her long mane of hair and a snap of her wrist band, she tugs at Barry’s hands once more. All traces of seriousness now vanished from her features.
“Let’s go!” she tells him, snatching up her bag as she leads him down the road. “We gotta get some fuwa fuwa pancakes, man! And I heard of a place called ‘Fuwa Fuwa Cafe’ that sells the best ones in town!” she gives him a thumbs up. “At least...that’s what the magazine said.”
Walking for ten minutes or so, Touko points out a cute, quaint little cafe. “That’s the one!” she states excitedly.
She stands in the midst of the forest. The foliage shrouds her --- almost too close for comfort. But it’s different from the cities of Unova.
This region she was born in.
The town she had spent her babyhood just a half hour away.
Her fingertips brush themselves on the bark of the trees, the sleek leaves. It’s dark here, a tad dim. The trees are huge, pressed close together --- shutting out the world.
And for good reason.
Isn’t Ilex Forest a sacred place?
Home to a sacred Pokemon?
It was good that this forest was so dense.
For Celebi at least, not her.
She tries to find her bearings, her teal gaze carefully scanning the surrounding area.
Touko prides herself on finding her way, never getting lost, but this forest.
Oh, this forest. There was something about this forest --- something magical, something surreal. Perhaps it was because of that, that she found herself walking in circles. Unable to locate the exit.
At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.
She comes to a halt and allows a long, exasperated sigh to escape her lips. Leaning against a nearby tree, she blows a strand of her hair from her eyes and looks around.
Maybe she should have just stayed for the summer festival.
Enjoy the food, dance a bit, share some stories, drink some beer, watch the fireworks.
It was a picture perfect Johto summer and it had been right there.
But nope --- she had to be adventurous.
She had to go and explore the forest where myths and legends were told.
She just had to go into Celebi’s forest.
“Haha Touko, betcha regretting it now, huh?” she tells herself as a grin tugs at the corners of her lips.
She raises her voice, hands on hips and speaks loudly and clearly into the wood. “Anyone out there? Celebi? Someone? Anyone care to--”
She is cut off from a sudden flash of bright green from the corner of her eye, a flicker of wings.
“Wait, what the?”
Whirling on the spot, she sees that the something was gone, however, the sound of crunching grass reaches her ears.
Maybe she had been imagining things? That certainly was not the sound of wings.
i’m so sorry for my activity drop. i’m steadily trying to rebuild it up again.
this month may be quite busy =▽=
two peoples at my work (one being a good buddy of mine) will be moving back to their home country soon so because of that, there will be quite a lot of social events to attend. and and i get to host a video game party ;▽; nerd partay ahoy.
also summer means taking vacays and because of that, we need to work a bit harder on certain weeks whenever someone takes time off. which is fine because i’m taking my vacay next month.
basically out of the entire week, i will be most free on mondays annnd sometimes sundays. hang with me guys! i will try to squeeze time in between for some writing!
anyway, because of all the drops, touko is free for threads if anyone wants to thread with her. i might make an open if i have the energy to when i get home hah!
When the weather changed, it felt like the days were becoming longer. Though, it might just be the late night shift that Emmet took up as to cover for one of the Depot Agents that called in sick this morning. In such chilly temperatures, it was so very easy to fall ill. Emmet had taken precautions to prevent such a fate, for the station needed him and his twin at this time of year. Passenger rates increased as people set about to warmer climates or simply wished to visit faraway relatives during the holidays.
She had snowflakes in her hair, flecks melting on her face.
The silence, the falling snow, her breath misting in the air. The wintry chill.
In spite of the cold, in spite of her hating the cold, it was oddly pleasant.
The quiet reverie was broken at the sound of crunching in the snow.
Footsteps?
Who was walking around at this time of night?
Eyes snapping open, she looked about in alarm.
What surprised her even more was that she knew this particular figure walking towards her.
That tall stature, the ivory uniform, silver locks under a conductor’s hat, his eyes wide in concern --- Emmet.
A memory flashed in the back of her mind.
The rumbling underfoot of the rushing subway train, a fierce, fun battle and wide, exhilarated grins.
She watched as recognition flickered in his own eyes at the sight of her.
“… Touko? Is that really you…?”
Her heart hammered in her chest.
A voice in the back of her head whispering that she had been caught. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She was supposed to leave. She wasn’t supposed to be noticed, she was supposed to disappear.
How could she escape now?
Despite all of the thoughts spiraling in her head, the sight of Emmet caused a certain kind of warmth. She knew Emmet, she had memories with Emmet.
How long had it been since she saw someone from home?
She managed her wide, Touko-like grin and gave a wave of her hand as she stood up.
“Hey, Emmet! Long time no see, huh?” she greeted.
A wave of dizziness took over her from her action. She blinked as she stumbled back, allowing herself to sit back down.
『 W』E NEVER ARE WE WHAT WE INTEND OR INVENT. I THINK SOMETHING DARK’S LIVING DOWN IN MY HEART. AND IF I WANTED TO DIE BEFORE I GOT OLD, I SHOULD’VE STARTED SOME YEARS AGO DIGGING THAT HOLE.
★ —
『 S』OMETHING ABOUT THE HUMIDITY AND ASHEN AIR refuses tabitha a sense of REPOSE, SMOTHERING the comfort of keeping himself in one place, this place. the WELA VOLCANO stretches for miles, towards the horizon and losing opacity in the undertow of spilling overcast. not an inch of it is HOME. the back of tabitha’s throat burns; his brazen spirit kindling in his gut — there is SOMEWHERE, and there is undoubtedly SOMEONE HE USED TO BE. tabitha takes a long swig from his flask, in hopes to SNUFF OUT THE FLAMES. there’s a DARK energy closing in on his chest, creeping and weighing. — WHAT IF HE DOESN’T LIKE THEM ?
『 T』 ABITHA DROPS THE STONE FROM HIS ACHING HAND, caked in the rusted dirt from the flaking, volcano walls. the warm rock, now carved with tabitha’s handiwork: the Ω SYMBOL. they’re INCESSANT, these etchings; an itch he can’t quite scratch. WHAT DOES IT MEAN? — “ WE FOUND A LOT OF SYMBOLS IN THE VOLCANO PRETTY CLOSE TO YOUR ARRIVAL. KIAWE THINKS THE ISLAND DEITY DID ‘EM AS A SIGN. SO, WE DO, TOO . ” — blasted alolans and their conspiracies. tabitha licks a loose drop of amber from the corner of his mouth, and along with the bite of spice, he tastes the salt of his own sweat. the heat climbs, RELENTLESS.
He’s like the explosive magma spewing from the volcanic core.
An unpredictable hazard, a suffocating heat --- wild and restless.
A soft gasp escapes her lips. Everything is happening so fast, her mind reeling at this sudden turn of events.
An incoming fireball towards the little firecracker.
She should be afraid, or at least cautious...
But that’s not like her.
She’s fiery too.
Her eyes narrow at the point of the blade, mere inches from her face. He could cut her so easily right now, a little slice on her cheek. She gazes up at him then, almost challenging him to do it.
This is what she gets for helping someone?
Well, fuck that.
Her heart is hammering in her chest, equal parts adrenaline, anger and bewilderment. Hands curling into fists, she grits her teeth and lashes out.
Sparks fly --- reds and oranges and yellows.
“Are you...” she’s exasperated, unable to string her words together.
That alone makes even more damn exasperating.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?!” she growls.
“What the bloody hell was I trying to do?” she repeats, her face growing steadily closer to his. The knife still lingers between them, so she can only go so far. “I was saving your goddamn life!” She prods him sharply on the chest.
“Though if you’d like to get crushed to death, well by all means. Be my whoop dee do da flippin fuckin’ guest, why don’tcha?” Teal gaze narrowing, she glares up at him before looking away.
Her lip trembles and her anger lingers.
He didn’t even thank her. The nerve.
“The rock fell from---” she is abruptly cut off as the ground beneath them gives a violent shake. “Yes, much like that!” Several rocks overhead begin to crumble, falling this way and that.
She observes their surroundings, slightly puzzled. What was happening?
Was it the volcano? Were they in the line of peril?
As the aftershocks die away, she peers up at him once more. “Now, if you’re not gonna use that lovely piece of steel, kindly put it away” she tells him coolly.
Despite being the son of a wealthy businessman who dealt exclusively with “dirty” money and morally-bankrupt characters, Barry enjoyed a relatively worry-free childhood. He could have anything he desired, as long as he followed his father’s three ironclad rules.
Follow my orders.
Stay out of trouble.
Do well in school.
While the rules seemed simple enough, Barry’s father was an infamously strict man. From an early age, he taught his son to value perfection–which naturally extended into academics. Driven by a need for his father’s unattainable approval and his own hyperactive zeal, Barry took the three cardinal rules to heart and became a model student–devouring homework and sitting at the front of class every day, all while asking questions that exhausted both his classmates and his teachers. No, Barry wasn’t a child prodigy by any stretch of the imagination, but he acted the part, earning stellar grades and the ire of his peers at the same time. Nobody directly hassled him because of his familial connections, but Barry–somehow blissfully unaware of his father’s intimidating business reputation–still ate, took break, and spent most of his weekends alone.
There’s a searing pain in her side and her legs are trembling by the time the duo finally collapse on the ground.
Well away from school,
well away from teachers and exams,
well away from duty and responsibility,
well away from her father.
She was barely aware of where they had winded up --- a forest off the outskirts of town no doubt.
But she was free!
She could do anything.
The euphoria seizes her then and she begins to laugh --- happily falling upon the leaf strewn earth.
Not even the row of complaints of her fellow teenage companion could damper her mood. She was giddy with excitement, wanting to do something, anything.
“Will you stop being a wuss,” she tells him. “It’s only one day. It’s not like the world is gonna end.”
Though a voice in the back of her mind tells her that it may just be the case for her. She pushes the thought away.
There was no use dwelling on that now.
It was already done.
She would have to face the consequences when she got back home.
“We’re free ya know. F-R-E-E!” she waves her hands around in an exaggerated fashion.
Does he not understand the importance of this? --- Probably not.
It wasn’t like his father was some huge underground mafia boss. Keeping him close, making him follow every single rule, keeping him locked up --- for his safety of course.
She pokes him in the chest. “We can do anything we want. Go wherever we want! And you know what I want? I wanna go to a cafe and eat pancakes. Those fluffy ones with all the fruit decorations.”
Now that they had stopped running, Touko was able to get a closer look at her companion.
She knew him by face and name --- Barry.
He was that student.
The one that studied a lot, voluntarily sat at the front of the class, aced all tests and exams, had the highest scores.
It was actually rather odd that he was out of the gates and not in them when she had made her escape. Wasn’t he often the first one in his seat when the bell rang?
It occurred to her that she had never talked to him before, not until now at least. Giving her head a little shake, she let out a sigh.
“If you wanna go back and take some stupid exam, then be my guest,” she tells him with a roll of her eyes. “Though, I doubt you have much time to finish it by the time you find your way back.”
Following this statement, Touko places her hands on her hips, an eyebrow raised and a grin steadily forming on her lips.
“So, what’s it gonna be, Goldilocks? Aren’tcha hungry?”
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