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▐ Indie RP blog for OC Pokemon trainer Ness. Tracking #PKMNess OC, AU, and Gijinka friendly! M!A status: None

[pkmness]

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[pkmness]

There was a spider in my pajama pants i’m cry

[kikitunes]

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[wan-panman-deactivated20180803]

“I was just going to cover it with my cape. I’ll wash it out when I’m finished.”

[pkmness]

“..Huh. Well, thass’ way more convenient than my idea. Now I feel like I held ya up for yer sale; my bad, man.”

[kryscialis-blog]

                                                    pkmness.

           “AH, you said something about being scared of a Feraligatr, yes? I’m afraid that I can’t show you my POKéMON, then. Sorry.”

           The POKéBALL Saymire was in sat in her hand, as she slowly put it back. “I can show you anything else, though.”

[pkmness]

             “Iss’ no problem,” She said coolly, exchanging Prisma’s ball for Umbra’s; a subconscious mimicry of the other one’s actions.

              “D’ya have any Fire types? Iss’ been a while since I’ve seen one.” Rather, one that she hadn’t pissed off accidentally.

[wan-panman-deactivated20180803]

“..my apartment is across town. And if I leave now, I’ll miss the sale – it’s on root vegetables.”

[pkmness]

“Mm..What if I stood in fronna’ ya, to block th’stain? No one would notice if there’s a person in th’way. We could juss’ shuffle real fass’, so ya don’t miss yer sale.”

[wan-panman-deactivated20180803]

“….I just got this suit cleaned.”

[pkmness]

“Did you know that if you mix vinegar an’ laundry detergent with some warm water an’ soak that shit, that jelly stain’ll lift right out?” She’s gesturing with the suspect jellied cracker, just indiscriminately waving it around.

[ielzin]

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[pkmness]

Now that I finished all two of my replies, I kinda feel bad that I don’t have much anything else to do, ouch Does anyone want to plot, or something?

[pkmness]

Of Curses and Cards

[corvidmagicae-a]

“Repertoire. But that’s less important, it seems. You’ve been cursed, you say?”

The witch tilted her head, one hand resting on her chin before moving to her brooch. Well, when one is cursed by a witch, there’s not really a reason to lie. After all, who would believe you if you were trying to convince them of such a lie? It’d be too unrealistic to believe.

Snapping her fingers, she outstretched her other hand, lingering it just in front of the ghostly girl’s face. Magic had sparked to life at the sound, dancing between her fingertips while she channeled her own power. Inspecting the magical interference around the poor sap, to see if she were telling the truth. 

It’s not likely that she was lying, of course, but those affected by magic would still have said magic clinging to them. A dead give-away if it were indeed a witch’s handiwork.

“What an ill-tempered witch you ran into.”

And as far as she could tell, the girl’s story was checking out. The traces of spellwork around the gal were plain as day to the Transformation witch, suppressing and influencing the girl’s form into that of another.

Withdrawing her hand, Bridgette clicked her tongue in disapproval- an audible noise noticeably different than the words she spoke. She could lift the curse, she supposed. The girl had asked nicely enough for her tastes, and there’s no point in hiding what she was towards someone who had already had a run-in with another witch. 

But would the girl rat out her species afterwards? Humans were such untrustworthy creatures at times.

What to do, what to do. 

“I suppose you’re in luck. I know a way or two to reverse the spell. Though I must ask… Why exactly should I interfere with another witch’s grudge? What would I gain?”

[pkmness]

Hardly done nodding in confirmation and suddenly, palm in her face. This had to be one of those magic things; Ness’s ability to read a situation was developed enough to know that this wasn’t a “talk to the hand ‘cause the hand can’t talk” situations. Her face remained still save for some raising brows while that freaky magic shit happened all up between that girl’s fingertips. Common sense said not to touch it, but she had to stop herself from leaning directly into the girl’s palm.

The witch’s comment prompted this shrugging kind of gesture from Ness; arms raised up high, with some emphatic nodding. Everything screamed, “I know, right?!” except for her voice. Having been turned into a ghost, partially, meant that it felt like air was blowing through her throat when she tried to talk. Dialogue felt like some kind of rare ore to her now: she only had so much to disperse, at risk of feeling even more undead with each sentence. Though, with the witch’s inquiry, Ness’s gesticulation came to a halt.

Is she. . .bartering with me?

Expressions of confusion flashed across her face, eyes alight with bewilderment. What would she gain? Good karma, for one. And, like, one less ghost to hassle her for inaction. Also, food? Did witches eat people food?

Ness didn’t have too much to lay down here. If she had to convince her why she should undo the spell, Ness couldn’t consider herself very lucky, really. She managed to get her face in right order and calm down, and after some repetitions of opening and closing her mouth, she finally got out some words.

“I, uh. I don’t––” Cough. Cue the charismatic saleman voice, for all of four seconds. “Y’know, thass’ a good question. One that I don’t have a very fancy answer to, ‘sides from really not wanting to be a ghoss’ and also being able to buy you something cool. Like a hat, or, some cool socks?”

That sounded like a good deal to her, at least.

[pkmness]

#Kigurekt

[silveragenda]

That was still weird. That was still surreal. He was still dying under the thousands layers of stuffing inside his costume, but Arceus be damned, that girl’s enthusiasm was starting to rub off him. He felt himself all fired up now! .. Figure of speech, of course. Even though he really quite literally being cooked inside the suit.

"Let’s go to the mall!" He suggested, tapping the Ho-Oh’s back. While doing so, he couldn’t help but appreciate how detailed the costume was. It must have cost a little fortune! It was especially true to the original! … Or at least what was known of them. Nobody had ever seen Ho-Oh from up close, as far as the Aqua knew.

"There’s a lot of people, and they’ll think it’s a commercial event, so no one will try to stop us!"

There was two ulterior motives to this choice of place, though… For starters, the mall in Lilycove had an air conditioner. By getting there, Lorenz had a chance to survive the ordeal, or at the very least, avoid passing out. And, second: If they put themselves at that one spot where everybody passes and started dancing, with a goblet at their feet, maybe they could make a few Pokedollars out of it.

The “kigurumied” duo made their way up the stone stairs (with Lorenz pulling on Ness’s arm without waiting for her answer) that led to the part of the town where Lilycove’s famous mall was. Behind them, a group of Aqua grunts followed. The Aqua’s dormmates definitely weren’t going to miss this!

However, it was quite obvious by the frown on some people’s faces that the customed couple was seen as quite more desirable around here than members of the local eco-terrorist activists group.

[pkmness]

Ah, the mall! The hub of air conditioning, french fries, and overpriced outfits. Ness had perfected her loitering skills at such a place. It would be hard to pull that off dressed as Ho-Oh, but this also wasn’t a time to be loitering. It was a time to take life by the wings and punt it right into the stratosphere, not unlike how Lugia was taking her by the wing while she took in the sights. “Yeah! Legendaries aren’t meant to be stopped!” That statement was debatable.

There was this distinct smell that exactly said “mall” whenever Ness was around it. Some strange mixture of fast food, leather, and new fabric, with a hodgepodge of perfumes and other faint fragrances. It tended to change depending on the section of the mall, but it was overall the same: a bouquet that could cause nausea just as easily as it could cause nostalgia. She took a big whiff of the air and grinned at Lorenz. With the A/C pumping fresh cool air into her lungs, she felt like a new person--er, Legendary, but the possibilities were overwhelming. What to do first?!

“Y’know, I feel like we should eat firss’--” and there was a longing glance to the bistro off behind him, “--but I also don’t wanna risk staining my regalia?” Oh yes. Regalia. That was definitely the appropriate word for a mildly sweaty Kigurumi. She gave Lorenz one of those conflicted looks, occasionally glancing back down at her outfit as if taking her last looks at a dying loved one.

“I mean, if I get ketchup on th’red parts, I should be fine. . .But I don’t think there’s any blue condimenss’ fer you to use, yeah?” Unless he planned on using water to flavor everything, which would be in character, but not very productive. Or flavorful. Or smart.

[pkmness]

also i just want to mention that i’m perfectly okay with my muse being wrong. i’m okay with them making false assumptions, being proven wrong, or having wrong thoughts or words about something. my muse is fallible, and that means they have to make mistakes–sometimes that gets corrected, sometimes it doesn’t. sometimes they’re proven wrong, sometimes they’re proven right. the fun of rping comes in the conflicts (big or small) brought by mistakes.

[pkmness]

I’ve got all this stuff to rewrite/edit on my blog to accommodate the disappearance of partners and such-- But instead I keep writing/rewriting replies and then doing stuff on my personal, whoops

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casual reminder that IT IS OKAY TO BE CONFIDENT. whether your confidence is with your portrayal or your writing or both: you are allowed to feel pride in your work. i know tumblr scorns those who are ( if i could only tell you the things people have said about me because i have/had a high confidence level ) but it’s okay. it’s healthy as long as you aren’t putting others down to prop yourself up.

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[koriarredondo]

“Look daddy! he is blue like us!”

[pkmness]

Conflicting Roots

[earthbirds-blog]

Well, the jig is up. Literally - there’s no more time for Caesar’s dance now that mom’s home. No more ovens to slam. Aeronwen has to put away her trumpet too, so—

Aeronwen wasn’t putting her trumpet away just yet, nor was she done with the berries. The diminutive trainer arrived and got to talking before she’d even noticed. Almost like she was having a good time with the Servine, sitting back and sharing snacks. But no dice, the human arrived on scene to end the fun… for Caesar at least. Ever the opportunist, our beloved sandpaper aunt had jollies to get yet. 

“I was fattening him up, actually. Should be good about now…” And she smiled, scooping up the little snake with one hand and dangling him above her head with her mouth open. This is how flesh people eat right? “Aaah… Yeah, I’m feeling snackish anyway. Hey, you want a bite?” She lifted the little salad snack and gently handed him over to his trainer.

“So,” she says like a statement of its own, “Stole your Servine, didn’t I? Caesar’s a fun kid. How’d he end up with a kid what drags a servine through the Lumiose badlands?” She shot Ness a look that would have soured all the berries in her pouch through direct exposure. 

It was mostly teasing, of course, but not something that could go unanswered. (You can’t run away after a mean look, of course.) She fished out a second enigma berry and tossed it up to Ness and Caesar before climbing to her feet and leaning with a hand against the tree. Good thing you can always count on a cousin for support.

“Name’s Aeronwen, by the way,” she grumbled first to Caesar in Pokemon, and then to Ness. “Might be bitter I stole Caesar here, but I would suggest you don’t try and fight over it. Turns out I taught him a couple tricks for berries - on the plus side - and about as many cuss words as I know.” She chuckled, and while she talked squared her hands on her back to stretch and pop just about every bone in her back. Sounded nasty, man.

“As for further lessons, those cost extra. Translation’s free if I’m feeling nice, but trying to find out how to tell this lil thing which way you want him to dance to embarrass himself for human pleasure I don’t do ‘less I’m making something off it.” 

[pkmness]

Every time she stepped up around the Whispering Willow, Ness got this inexplicable case of sudden cotton-mouth. It was like her salivary glands suddenly shut down--this lady made Ness the exact opposite of hungry. Maybe it was because she was just so goshdarn dry. That smile looked downright uncomfortable stretching along her face, but Caesar didn’t look put off by it at all. Either the Servine was daft, or he knew something she didn’t. For her own comfort, she was going with the latter (even if she was still retching over that heathen word, flesh). The gesture was entertaining, she had to give her that, but she wouldn’t. She was too busy ruminating on that word, while Caesar ruminated on the berry he’d just eaten.

That glare, though, shakes the squick right off of her. Her squint goes straight to Caesar--a very obvious Last Time I Ever Take You Anywhere You Beg Me To Go kind of look. Salty enough to give him mild indigestion, had he caught it, but he was busy catching the berry that had been tossed.

“The kind that thought she could trust when her Servine insisted he was ready for the trip.” Came the gritted-teeth response. She still had those pupils pulled up to see Caesar lounging on her head with his berry, stroking the flesh--aaaaand, that’s when she looked away, back to Aeronwen, officially banning that evil word from her vocabulary in the process. Flesh was something Aeronwen didn’t seem to have, or not in the regular sense. Right now, Ness could appreciate that, dry as it was. Better than being crispy over Caesar, at least. She’d walked out about ninety percent of her fight-might trying to catch up to these two. If she engaged, there was a high chance she’d just call time-out for a lunch break or something. All that crunching from that back-popping had her in the mood for chips. Did treeple, or tree people, eat those? She’d find out, eventually.

“Nice, how many cuss words do you know?” That was meant to be kept in her head, clearly, as Ness kept speaking before there was even a chance to answer. “Or, like, do you know how to juggle berries? Because if you taught him how to do that I’d wanna learn. We could juggle berries at each other. Food in motion, you know? If you joined the juggling team our initials would make CAN. For, well, CAN.”

And just like that, nearly every verbal jab or nuanced reference towards the potential cruelty of Pokemon training flew right over her head. One could say mental multitasking was a juggling act she couldn’t always perform so well.