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@melusea
"The important thing is not how long you live.... It's what you accomplish with your life."
Welcome one and all! This is an indie multimuse featuring a variety of muses from the Pokemon series! Feel free to take a look at the muse list!
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Upon receiving some attention, Morph quickly shifted itself into a Pichu so that it could climb up onto Leon's shoulder and nuzzle up against him.
βMorph can get a little excited around guests, just a heads-up,β Angel explained, chuckling at the display before looking at her little slice of paradise. βYes, it really is. Donβt get me wrong I love the city, but to really recover, these guys just need to be somewhere nice and tranquil.β
βAs for your question, it was a Hawlucha that was brought here a few months ago. Judging by his condition, heβd come from a pretty bad trainer. But once he realized he wasnβt here to battle or train, he started warming up surprisingly fast. He was so full of life.β
As she spoke, she made her way to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of MooMoo Milk along with a couple of glasses.
βOf course, he wasnβt ready during our first adoption day. I think he was just scared of ending up back where heβd come from. But a few days ago, a young trainer stopped by looking to adoptβand for some reason, the two of them just clicked.β
A smile spread across her face as she poured the drinks.
βSo today, Hawlucha officially became part of his team.β
By the time she handed Leon his glass, Angel realized just how long she had been talking. A faint blush crept across her cheeks.
βSorry,β she said with an embarrassed laugh. βI guess I got a little carried away.β
Leon doesn't fight back, allowing Morph to climb up on him. He lets out a chuckle when the Pokemon starts to nuzzle him. He reaches out, scratching lightly under its chin.
"Haha, I'll be fine! Just let me know if you want it back." As much as he enjoyed indulging Morph in attention, he didn't want to keep the Ditto away from its trainer.
"Mhm. I understand that perfectly. There aren't many places in the city that can be quiet." It didn't help that he attracted attention easily either. Not that he was against it, he loved hyping up a crowd. But even someone who lived in the limelight for so long needed a break. A little getaway to just heal and be themselves.
His face falls slightly upon hearing Hawlucha's story. He couldn't believe people treated their Pokemon so poorly. They were meant to be companions- partners! At least hearing about Hawlucha's adoption put the smile back on his face. Someone out there was willing to give the Pokemon a chance and that's what mattered most.
"Aw man, I wish I could have seen that! There's something special about seeing a trainer and a Pokemon bond." Leon takes the glass from her. He takes a drink and lets out a content sigh. "Thanks, for the drink. And don't apologize for it. If I could, I'd probably ask about all the successful adoptions you've had!" He laughs, knowing how impossible that is. "I do hope that Hawlucha is happy with him. It doesn't sound like I'd see them on the field, but I'd rather they be happy then forced into a bad spot again."
Pokemon teams for those who only had 3 in game & MCs for Orre games.
Adaman has Ursaluna & (shiny) Sylveon from Masters. He helps take care of Wyrdeer, but wouldn't consider it his. Leaving an option open as he might just pick up Pokemon near the Diamond Settlement. Or end up with another Eevee at this point.
Ilima with a full team! His team changes for trials & he does still watch over the Totem Pokemon. He has three Pokemon at home (Rockruff, Eevee, Drampa) that aren't used for battling.
Wes will always have Espeon & Umbreon on his team no matter what. Plusle and his Eeveelutions are the only non-purified Shadow Pokemon. He will occasionally swap out Skarmory for Togetic.
Michael doesn't evolve his Eevee. It evolves into a Sylveon eventually. Electabuzz is ZAPRONG, the one he trades for the purified Togepi. Ursaring was the first shadow Pokemon he caught (Teddiursa) and kept it on his team. The remaining were also Shadow Pokemon.
As soon as she heard a fellow voice call out a command, her upper body bolted upright, her gaze averting from her partner and towards the source. A look of shock spread across her face for a brief second; was that really�
βI-I..β
It was obvious she was pretty shaken up; her voice failing her as she tried to answer, like a lump had taken residence in there and prevented it. It felt like a weight was on her chest. She simply gave a hesitant nod, though given the state of things⦠it was doubtful she really was alright.
The Houndoomβs eyes grew wide as it was violently thrust into the air with the ground-typeβs attack, landing with a loud thud and a yelp. It scrambled to itβs feet, now that it had a opponent that could fight back? That was their own size? It backed up. Before a second Earthquake could be used, it bolted, tail between itβs legsβ¦
Rika had seen this look before. A young trainer that got in a little too much over their head. Whether it be on accident or not, the result was still the same. Still, she wasn't about to just let the student stay shaken up like this.
"Hey, hey, don't worry, everything is going to be okay." She keeps her tone soft, steady. The last thing she wants is to spook her or make things worse.
Before she does anything else, Rika glances back to the Pokemon battle, or the remnants of it. The Houndoom had fled like a frightened pup. Guess it wasn't so tough after all. Meanwhile, Clodsire watched his opponent flee. Figuring the battle is over, he slowly turns around and begins making his way back to his trainer's side.
"See? My buddy took care of the big bad dog. Just take a couple of breaths in and out." While trying to console the student and calm her down, she does a quick look over her. She seemed fine, thankfully, it was just her poor Pokemon that had taken a beating. "As long as I'm around, nothin' is going to hurt you or your pals."
Grusha (2023) - Paldea Evolved Illustrator: DOM
It had been a while since Angel had last crossed paths with the regionβs former Champion. To say his impact had left a positive mark on her life would have been the understatement of the century.
Ever since the day he had promoted her little slice of PokΓ©mon paradise, business had been booming. Not only had people made the journey to visit and adopt the PokΓ©mon under her care, but many had also started bringing her injured, abandoned, or otherwise needy PokΓ©mon they had found. On top of that, donations had been pouring in from all directions.
She had wanted to properly thank Leon for all the success his support had brought her. Unfortunately, with her schedule growing busier by the day and news spreading of him taking over for Chairman Rose after losing his title as Champion, the opportunity never seemed to present itself. Eventually, she figured he was probably too busy to even remember that small act of kindness.
That was, until she heard a familiar voice calling her name.
Earlier, she had helped a kind trainer choose a Hawlucha she had been caring for. After they left, Angel settled onto her porch to work through some paperwork. A rather peculiar stone sat on the table, holding the papers in place against the breeze.
The moment she recognized the voice, her eyes practically sparkled with excitement. It seemed her wish had finally come true.
βLeon, hello again,β she called back.
The stone resting atop her paperwork suddenly rippled and morphed into a blue Ditto. Apparently, it had fallen asleep while disguised and had only now been awakened by the commotion.
βNo, no, youβre fine,β Angel said with a small chuckle. βI was just finishing up some paperwork. A trainer stopped by to adopt one of the PokΓ©mon.β
She quickly gathered the papers before the wind could snatch them away.
The Ditto, whom Angel had named Morph, recognized the familiar face as well. It slid off the table and wiggled its way over to Leon, eager for attention.
βYouβre welcome to come in,β Angel offered, holding open the door to her cabin. The sanctuary stretched out just beyond the backyard. βCan I get you something to drink before we go outback? Iβve got MooMoo Milk, Pecha Berry juice, tea, and water.β
Relief floods him when he realizes that he isn't intruding or interrupting anything. He's aware that his visit is spontaneous, no warning or anything. It's a lot harder than he initially thought to send a message beforehand to announce his visit, especially when he has to rely on himself rather than the usual people Rose had for him.
Leon's gaze flicks to the rock, now turned into her Ditto. His eyes light up at the sight. The trainer bends down for the small Pokemon, offering a hand to it.
"Hey there, buddy! Glad to see you to!" He smiles at Morph. As much as he wants to indulge the Pokemon in attention, her words catch his. "Oh, really? Another successful adoption? Who's the lucky Pokemon to find a new home?" His question is genuine. While it could sound like business, that would never cross his mind. He enjoyed hearing about a Pokemon finding a new home.
"Oh, right." Leon makes sure to pat Morph gently before standing tall once more. "Thanks for the offer. And if it's not too much of a hassle...MooMoo Milk would be nice."
Despite not giving Morph more attention, he is aware of the small Pokemon, making sure that it's not left behind as he heads into the cabin.
"I nearly forgot how nice it is out here..." He found her cabin nice and homely. Vastly different from the city he's used to, but it's a nice change in scenery for him. Being in the eyes of many for so long made little getaways like these worthwhile.
A Wild Rescue! Time - 5:35 PM
A closed roleplay for @melusea
Evening drew near within the region; the sun drifting off to sleep in the distance, leaving a faint orange hue to the world. Most would be wrapping up their adventures for the day, mainly due to the fact that adventuring in the dark blanket of night, without a very specific reason, was very foolhardy. Especially for fledgling trainers. Lilana of course knew this, and wasnβt one to take such a risk. She knew her limits. But alas, it seemed luck had something else planned for herβ¦
The air was tense as the battle raged like that of the sea during a storm. It had all been such a blur; group training with her Pokemon had just wrapped up, and as they were all about to head off for the hefty trek back to the academy, a wild Houndoom saw an opportunity and took it. The result? Well, she was down to her final partner, Irvine, her Skiddo. An unfavourable matchup, to say the least.
βY-yikesβ¦ this isβ¦ b-badβ¦β
Lilanaβs usually cheerful disposition was completely gone. She was in over her head, her shoulders raised high and tensed as her breathing shook. She was panicking, no one would be out here at this timeβ¦ Irvine continued to dodge and try to get some damage in, but the fire-type was just so, so tough. The grass-type was struck, and a yelp escaped from him, being thrown backwards towards Lilanaβs feet. A scream barged itβs way out of her mouth, lowering herself to him as he struggled to his feet.
Unbeknownst to her, a hero was on their wayβ¦
With all her duties finished early, it was nice to get out and stretch her legs. Fresh air was always welcomed after a hard day of work, especially when being stuck indoors all day. Traversing through a town or city was her go to, Rika likes to mingle with people, see new faces and maybe learn something new.
But she also enjoyed strolling outside into the wild. As an Elite Four member, Rika can easily handle herself. She isn't one to start a battle out of nowhere, but she will if she has too.
"Hm? What's that?" Not only did a Pokemon's cry catch her ears, but so did that of a trainer. That did not sound good.
Rika rushes over to the scene, finding a student going up against a Houndoom. Those Pokemon always seemed to cause trouble, especially at this hour. Regardless, she isn't about to let that dark-type have its way.
"C'mon, we can't let'em have it's way," she says with a grin, hand already pulling out a Pokeball. "Clodsire, go! Use Earthquake!"
She tosses the ball into the air and out comes the amphibious Pokemon. He lands right between the student and the approaching Houndoom. Clodsire doesn't hesitate to follow the command, the ground beneath Houndoom's paws begins to shake, before it becomes uneven and strikes it. While her Pokemon deals with the wild Houndoom, Rika makes her way over to her.
"Hey, kid! You alright there?"
"You're...not supposed to wash a Rotom Phone, right?"
Kieran keeps the device in his hand rather than have it floating like usual. The poor thing is slathered in sticky syrup. It oozes onto his hand, thankfully it's not strong enough to glue them together.
"Hydrapple got it and...yeah." He didn't need to explain further. Just looking at it was enough. His Pokemon had doused it in its signature syrup. The phone still worked, but he was worried about the Rotom inhabiting it. It seemed fine, but this is his first phone.
"My sis is guna kill me if I break it..."
@a-girl-named-angel
Finding this sanctuary should have been easy. Leon had been here before and he has an idea of how to get here, but with his sense of directions it's a miracle he can end up at the same place twice. Without Charizard, he would have never have made it.
Regardless, he was looking forward to returning to this quant sanctuary. Picking up what Chariman Rose left behind wasn't easy. His focus had been the Battle Tower, creating a place for trainers to grow stronger and test themselves. Leon's love for battles never withered, even without his Champion title, but he also loves Pokemon too.
Which leads him to here today. He remembers eagerly sponsoring this place, happy to have a spot in Galar that cared for Pokemon. While it may not have been related to battles, he adored the thought of Pokemon having a safe space to be in.
"Hey there!" Leon waves when he finally spots someone- the owner, he recalls. "Angel, was it? How're things going here? I hope I'm not intruding on anything am I? Err, I'm not here for anything bad, promise! I just really wanted to see this place again!" He adds, forgetting that he technically has some more authority in the region with his new position.
α°π¬ ππ°π²π·ππΏ .α RANDOM SETTINGS PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.
a liquor store with barred windows and a bulletproof counter.
a decommissioned lodge overtaken by weeds.
a bathroom in a run-down apartment building.
a roller rink playing the same songs on loop.
a flea market at dawn, vendors still setting up.
a motel pool glowing turquoise after midnight.
a hiking trail where the signs stop making sense.
a dive bar that smells like smoke and regret.
a bridal shop filled with mirrors.
a county fair after the crowds thin.
a courthouse hallway that smells faintly of old paper and stress.
an amusement park in the rain.
a confessional booth that smells like old wood.
a high school gym during a pep rally.
a chapel with the lights off except for candles.
a fire lookout tower miles from anything else.
a laundry room humming with fluorescent lights.
a city rooftop slick with rain.
an arcade humming with old machines.
a bowling alley with sticky floors and neon lights.
a gas station at the edge of nowhere.
a fallout shelter forgotten by time.
a chairlift stalled above the slopes.
a church basement set up for a meeting.
a newsroom just before deadline.
a basement stacked with old boxes.
a desert highway shimmering with heat.
a funeral home parlor arranged too perfectly.
a brewery patio strung with cheap lights.
a physical therapy clinic that smells like antiseptic and rubber bands.
a greenhouse fogged with humidity.
a community garden at sunset.
a prison visitation room divided by glass.
a tattoo parlor buzzing late into the night.
a photography darkroom glowing red.
a summer carnival at night, lights too bright.
a power substation crackling with electricity.
a toll booth lit like an aquarium.
a half-abandoned shopping mall with only one store still open.
a city park at sunrise.
a holding cell with peeling paint.
a rest stop bathroom off a desolate highway.
a rental cabin buried in snow.
a costume shop crowded with masks.
a city planning office full of maps.
a college dorm hallway echoing with laughter and shouting.
a ghost town baking under the sun.
an underground nightclub where the bass rattles your ribs.
a security office watching too many screens.
a pawn shop cluttered with other people's memories.
a wake held in someone's living room.
a quiet cul-de-sac after a storm.
a recruitment office in a strip mall.
a courtroom bathroom where no one speaks.
a courtroom with the jury absent.
a sauna where the air is too thick.
a summer camp cabin long after the campers left.
a video rental store frozen in time.
an evidence room packed floor to ceiling.
a judge's chambers after hours.
a speakeasy hidden behind a false wall.
a cemetery at dusk, cicadas screaming.
a public restroom lit by flickering fluorescents.
a psychiatric ward common room with bolted furniture.
a tide pool exposed by low tide.
a storm cellar during a tornado warning.
a natural history exhibit after closing.
a zoo maintenance corridor behind exhibits.
a museum storage room full of artifacts.
a firing range ringing with gunshots.
a locker room echoing and empty.
an aquarium tunnel at night.
a karaoke bar at its most unhinged hour.
a suburban backyard during a barbecue.
a stairwell no one uses.
a junkyard full of stripped cars.
a hotel elevator stalled between floors.
a police station break room with stale donuts.
an abandoned warehouse tagged with graffiti.
a hockey arena during overtime, air sharp with ice and spilled beer.
a shrine built by someone who wouldn't let go.
a car wash tunnel swallowing a vehicle whole.
a haunted house attraction mid-season.
a movie theater lobby after the last showing.
a roadside attraction shaped like something absurd.
a dog park during golden hour.
a muddy riverbank after heavy rain.
a courthouse stairwell where voices echo too loudly.
a school parking lot under buzzing streetlights.
a planetarium during a private showing.
a cheap motel room with floral bedspreads and a flickering lamp.
a roadside diner at 3 a.m., neon buzzing, coffee burnt.
a city bus idling at the end of the line.
a penthouse balcony overlooking the city at night.
a wine cellar beneath a historic building.
a lifeguard tower at night.
a municipal pool pump room.
a tailor's back room full of pins and fabric.
a public swimming pool drained for repairs.
a fenced-in yard littered with dog toys.
a thrift store where the air smells like dust and old perfume.
a witness stand under harsh lights.
a crowded subway platform just before the last train.
a piercing studio that smells like disinfectant.
a beach boardwalk after tourist season ends.
a tow truck yard lit by security lamps.
a loading dock behind a closed business.
a recording studio cluttered with cables.
a barber shop mid-conversation.
a radio tower hill overlooking everything.
a classroom long after the final bell.
a drive-in theater with a cracked screen.
a fire escape overlooking an alley.
a passenger ferry cutting through fog.
a hospital waiting room at 2 a.m.
a pharmacy open all night.
a mechanic's garage smelling of oil and metal.
a hallway between two locked doors.
a public records office that no one visits.
a pet adoption center during feeding time.
a crematorium hallway humming quietly.
a border crossing checkpoint at night.
a locker-lined hallway in a community center.
a ski lodge during a whiteout.
a courthouse records archive underground.
a water treatment facility humming endlessly.
a forest trail choked with fog before sunrise.
a playground after dark.
a train platform dusted with snow.
a radio station during the graveyard shift.
a military barracks just before lights-out.
a front porch with a single rocking chair.
a mom-and-pop ice cream parlor on a scorching summer's day.
an emergency room hallway curtained off from sight.
a small-town grocery store minutes before closing.
a farmer's market just as it opens.
a lake dock at dawn, water perfectly still.
a nail salon filled with chemical sweetness.
a bus terminal that never quite sleeps.
a library corner no one ever uses.
starter call! like for a starter!
please specify a muse! if not it will be random!
for muses that are getting to know each other
β what's your favorite color and why? β
β can i come with you? β
β you have a nice smile, has anyone ever told you that before? β
β how do you take your coffee? β
β sorry, what was your name again? β
β it just occurred to me i never asked you what your last name is. β
β actually we've met before. β
β i've heard a few things about you. β
β care to join me? β
β i'm not really sure why i trust you. β
β i don't usually talk this much, it just feels easy to say stuff when you're listening. β
β i know we don't know each other that well but if you wanna talk about it... β
β could you help me with something? β
β do you like it here? β
β are you new around here? β
β you can ask me anything you want. i promise i'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about. β
β i don't mean to be too forward, you just seem like you could use a friend right now. β
β you can come with me. i mean if you don't have anyone waiting for you. β
β we're friends now. you can ask me for help. β
β do you like this music? i can change it. β
β what are your favorite snacks? β
β really? i wouldn't have guessed that about you. β
β do you mind if i ask about it? β
ACTIONS:
VISIT: for sender to go to receiver's home for the first time
VISITED: for receiver to go to sender's home for the first time
CRYING: for sender to see receiver cry for the first time
CRIED: for receiver to see sender cry for the first time
BEGIN: sender and receiver are on their first date together
TRIP: our muses go on a group trip but end up stuck together, away from the rest of their friends.
SITUATION: our muses are acquainted because one of them is their friend's roommate. muse a shows up when their friend isn't there and ends up hanging out with muse b one on one.
GO: our muses go to a zoo or theme park together and get lost.
INVITE: sender cooks for receiver for the first time
INVITED: receiver cooks for sender for the first time
TOGETHER: our muses spend the night for the first time
TRY: our muses hooked up and are hanging out the next day
COMFORT: sender is going through a break up and receiver offers to cheer them up
COMFORTED: receiver is going through a break up and sender offers to cheer them up
OFFER: sender gives receiver a ride to the airport/picks them up
OFERED: receiver gives sender a ride to the airport/picks them up
AID: sender helps receiver redecorate
AIDING: receiver helps sender redecorate
Pokemon Masters EX 5th Anniversary - Cynthia, Steven & Lance Arc Suit
Let's have a champion time! π
