mythweaver

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lucky number seven // valentine’s event

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     she wasn’t usually such a wallflower when it came to these things, the idol’s persona easily taking over and leading her through… whatever it was that needed to be done. but not this time. the persona had to be locked away, for it was fake– not totally, but enough that she’d rather not have her prospective partner expect that behavior all the time.      they’d get the REAL alice.       still though, deep down she regrets making this bargain with her sibling. it wouldn’t shock her if someone had signed up just for the chance alone at getting paired with her. the last thing alice wanted ( or needed ) was to ‘’ date ‘’ someone who was more interested in being in the spotlight than… being with her.       churro stands beside her as he always does, his own eyes glaring around and trying to get an idea of how many people there were. so far, none of them really looked to be familiar, but then again there were still people trickling in.       ❝ well… what should we do ? i don’t mind staying back for now… maybe we’ll get lucky and they’ll find me instead of the other way around ? someone’s bound to ask EVENTUALLY since we’re all here for the same reason. ❞       maybe it’d of been easier for her to just pin a number seven somewhere on her outfit.

In truth, she had entered this more on a whim then anything else. She would admit, she didn’t socialize as she probably should. She spoke to the dead more then the living, and even Ziarae could realize that likely wasn’t the greatest for her. As much as she liked her time spent in such a manner, she should go out more. Speak with others, expand her views in that way. 

For similar reasons she brought along Toby, the little Cutiefly sticking closeby. He had gotten a bit better being around others, but his tiny body still trembled around so many. She was hoping something like this could help him start break that fear down so he could be more open. She kept a close eye on him, but when she had turned away momentarily ( someone yelling out a number, trying to find their partner ) he had flown off. 

❝ Toby? ❞ she called out, worry overtaking her features. Did that scare him off? Poor dear. Maybe she shouldn’t have brought him along, maybe it would be too much for him. More thoughts raced in her head, but thankfully it didn’t take too long to find him. He hovered over an Incineroar and it’s trainer. Relief flooded her as her steps picked up the pace, giving a warm smile. ❝ I’m sorry, I hope he didn’t trouble you. ❞

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"Hey. Someone told me it's your birthday so I got you some chocolate."

❝ Now who let that Glameow out of the bag? ❞

She figured it was the same person that told Morty someone she’ll track down later. Ziarae hadn’t been expecting anything for today ( or really, much of ever ) so the chocolate was a pleasant surprise. They looked good too, the channeler specifically eyeing the darker variation. 

❝ Thank you Daigo, truly. ❞ she nodded her head to him, before offering one back. ❝ I don’t think I’ll be able to eat all of these, so would you like one? ❞

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"A little Pidgey told me it was your birthday. -Morty" is written on a note attached to a small box. Inside is an variety of treats including some homemade mochi and sable cookies shaped like different ghost Pokemon.

❝ Aw he shouldn’t have... ❞

She had nearly forgotten it was her birthday. It was never something she truly celebrated, even back home with her twin brother. Their father wasn’t really around due to work, so they just tended so silently acknowledge it and go on with the day. It was mostly the same now, but her Pokemon still reminded her about it. Mostly Gibdo, the Dusknoir always bringing her something on this fateful day. 

Ziarae wondered exactly who had told him, because she was sure she didn’t. Curious. She’ll have to ask him later. For now, she could only smile as she opened the box, seeing the sweet treats inside. Now these were adorable. She almost felt bad for wanting to eat them, the little ghost Pokemon cookies were so well made. 

She picked up one in the form of a Duskull and showed it to Gibdo, who seemed surprised, and a bit amused? It could be hard to tell with him sometimes, but she figured he might enjoy it. ❝ Isn’t it cute Gibdo? We’ll have to go see Morty later to thank him. ❞

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Ghosts aren’t Real || Quentin & Ziarae

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Quentin stumbled back a bit as the Dusknoir started to move towards him. He grabbed Fermata’s shoulders and ducked down a little in a vain attempt to hide. The Lucario did nothing to react, simply looking back at his trainer before looking forward again.

“I dunno about that,” Quentin said, peeking out a little. “the big guy seems to have it out for me!” He lifted his head up a little, trying to get a better view of the woman and her pokemon, while simultaneously planning an escape route in case the Dusknoir started to come after him again. “Legends say those things drag people to the spirit world, and I don’t wanna find out if that’s true!”

Despite all the fear and adrenaline running through his body, Quentin instinctively clutched at his chest lightly. He could feel his heart beating rapidly and unevenly. Quentin cursed at himself under his breath before closing his eyes tightly. He straightened up his posture, keeping one hand on his chest and his other on Fermata’s shoulder, slowly taking deep breaths in and out. After a few moments, and when his pulse had returned to normal, Quentin took one last deep breath before opening his eyes.

"I’m good now. I should be good. I don’t know what’s going on here, and part of me doesn’t trust it, but if I die at least it won’t be from a heart attack.” He said, taking a few steps back to where he was before he tried to hide behind Fermata. He looked at the woman again, and then at her pokemon, the Dusknoir still freaking Quentin out a little. He was trying to piece together the situation. The woman didn’t look like she was mourning like the other trainers he had encountered and the two ghost-type pokemon, especially the one glaring at him, just added to Quentin’s confusion. 

“Wait a minute…what is going on here, anyway?”

Gibdo stayed quiet, his singular scarlet eye trained onto the other as if to challenge, but he slowly backed away and returned to his spot previously. Ziarae couldn’t help but to smile slightly; her Dusknoir was always on the protective side with her and this exemplified that. He meant well of course, but that didn’t stop him from intimidating and scaring others. ❝ Gibdo won’t, he doesn’t bring living people over there. ❞ As if that helped calm his anxiety, but she figured she should correct him.

Violet on the meanwhile fluttered a bit closer, slightly curious on the newcomer, believing that they likely wouldn’t be continuing with this sort of interruption. Shame, it was shaping up to be a good session by the looks of it. A small huff escaped the bird, deciding to focus on preening her feathers instead. 

Ziarae was slightly surprised by his question. Wasn’t it obvious? ❝ I was communing with the spirits here. Or rather, I was about to when you came along. ❞ Her tone stayed level though, not particularly bothered by it. Perhaps it wasn’t the right time to do it. Things like this happened for a reason after all. ❝ I must ask what you’re doing here. Being at a graveyard at night... it’s not a particularly popular place to be at. ❞

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❝ You really cannot keep doing this Feldspar. ❞

The Sableye huffed, throwing himself back and laying onto his back, not unlike a child. He was always the one getting himself into trouble and this time was no exception. The newest member of the team was trembling on her shoulder, the Cutiefly hiding behind crimson strands. Which, having him for a bit now, wasn’t too unusual.

Toby, as he was affectionately named, was a shy Pokemon. And by the looks of it, scared of Ghost-types. It wasn’t the best combination, especially when she had someone like Feldspar who thrived off of thrills of terrifying it.

At least... her Sableye was the true problem here. Gibdo would never purposely scare anyone ( though being a Dusknoir, he did so unintentionally ), her Oricorio kept her distance out of respect, and Auriel was the one Pokemon that Toby was the most comfortable around. At first, Ziarae felt as she should return the Cutiefly because of just how scared he was. But to return him meant him going back to adoption, and that didn’t sit right with her when he truly was a great Pokemon. And the two had gotten along so well, connecting near immediately. Surely they could work this out, help Toby with his fear so he could truly be part of the team.

A sigh escaped her, watching Feldspar get back on his feet. ❝ I’ll talk to you later. Go on. ❞ The Dark-type looked at her, surprised by her tone as she turned away from him, attention turned to Toby. He only groaned gently before moving away, leaving the two. 

❝ Sorry about that, he’s just... like that. Though I think we can change that. ❞ She began, a hand gently stroking Toby’s soft fuzz. He seemed to melt right into her hand, resting happily. Ziarae couldn’t help but to smile. Who wouldn’t at this sight? She sighed again, footsteps quietly echoing in the room. 

This will work itself out, she was sure. 

[yesterdaysprint]

Detroit Free Press, Michigan, November 27, 1958

[melonishvarts]

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     ares blinks alongside his trainer when the expected slap to the cheek doesn’t come, though the charizard’s surprise is more obvious than patch’s is, the dual-type glancing between the stranger and his friend.      patch almost coughs out loud when she instead gives an… an AMUSED response ? or maybe she chose to disguise her disgust with amusement ? something– there was no way that a woman as… regal-looking as she was would laugh at him for essentially saying he’d like to touch her, ahem, chest. 

     ❝ huh– ❞      her response alone is enough to throw him off his game, the man surely tilted now. she… she wanted to know if he did this to everyone, or if she was just lucky ? maybe… maybe he should lie, just to be safe. hmm. patch allows himself a quick glance to his charizard, the large fire-breathing lizard beside him mirroring his shock. it was probably a little obvious he was surprised, given that most women either ignored him or again, HIT him.      ❝ hmm. truthfully, i offer MANY services t’ ladies, yer jus’ th’ first one t’ be offered… this one.      so i guess you COULD consider yerself t’ be lucky. jus’ depends on how ya see it. as ya can tell, my… pickup lines aren’t exactly GREAT. figured it was worth a shot. ❞      sure, what he’d initially said was… disgusting. but at least he knew what ‘ no ‘ meant. if she wasn’t interested he could easily drop it, and would.

A bubble of laughter escaped her, his shocked expression humorous to her. She wondered what he had expected of her; to just walk on and pretend he wasn’t there? Perhaps a smack on the cheek? She wasn’t the type to get physical unless it was needed, and there was no need in this situation. Words were getting the job done just fine, if his surprise was anything to go off of. 

❝ If I can make a suggestion, maybe starting off with something a little less suggestive might work better for you. ❞ Most women didn’t appreciate comments like that after all. Herself included of course, but she was in a good mood and was willing to humor something like this. And it was certainly amusing to her. His reactions were gold. ❝ Compliment a girl’s hair or her eyes before going there, hm? You’ll net better results. ❞

❝ An open place like this really isn’t the place for that, don’t you think? ❞

[namiiswan-archived]

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charizardian‌:

@spiritshackled. run zia, run as far as you can.

     it really was such a curse that he hadn’t been raised with his mother around– for she would SURELY of taught him that ogling a woman so blatantly, and IN PUBLIC, was one of the worst things a man could do.      in fact, patch is pretty sure he can imagine her voice ( an assumption of what she sounded like ) calling him… hmm. a grumpig ? an emboar ? either of the two would work, and they definitely fit him in the current situation.      ares is staring at him from his right, the charizard’s eyes trained in on his trainer’s face, the dual-type attempting to figure out just what exactly he was staring a–… oh. there’s an annoyed snort, steam billowing from the flame pokemon’s nostrils. ares was used to this sort of behavior, his trainer often behaving like a magikarp without water when put around women. he could only imagine what sort of disaster was sure to come from the incoming encounter, the woman patch had been staring at steadily moving closer.       there’s the sound of the man’s throat being cleared, his lips being moistened by his tongue. he knows exactly what to say, and sure, it’s likely he’ll be whacked for it, but maybe she’s the sort to like a more straightforward ( … blunt as hell ) bloke ?

     ❝ hey pretty lady– yer back hurtin’ ya ? y’know, i’d be inclined t’ help take a load off, i’m sure i’ve got big enough hands t’ help out with yer problem. ❞

To be stared at was something she had grown accustomed to. At first it took her by surprise, unsure as to why so many eyes would follow her. It usually never happened in Geosenge, where there were so few people to begin with. Of course it didn’t take her long to understand why. Beauty like hers stood out in the crowd, that flaming mane of hair doing little favors to stop it. The Ghost-types she had didn’t help the issue either. And so she accepted it, learning to usually tune it out and focus on other matters. 

She found herself unable to tune this one out though. Perhaps it was because there wasn’t so many people out and about, or the fact the man had a Charizard with him, making him stand out like herself. His lecherous comment made her pause in her stride, though not out of anger or disgust. Rather, there was a tinge of amusement, evident by the corner of her lips rising up for a brief moment. Something else she had become familiar with, it wasn’t the crudest thing Ziarae has had directed to herself, which was a plus she supposed. Wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. 

❝ While I will thank you for the offer, I believe I’ll pass. ❞ Her tone was kept light, arms folding over to take a better look at him. Not a sight for sore eyes certainly. ❝ Now, do you offer this service up to every girl you see, or am I the lucky one? ❞ Lucky, or unlucky? She didn’t quite know yet. 

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She had simply gone out for a quiet walk underneath the stars. She was cooped up inside the entire day, poured over numerous old texts, reading the hours away. The passage of time meant little to her when she was absorbed into her research, stopping only to eat or attend to a needy Sableye. It would do her good to get out for a bit. 

The air was nice and cool, autumn having settled in nicely for the time. Leaves of gold and red floated in the breezes calmly. It was... serene, the world quiet if only for a short time. If only it could always be like this. The Channeler leaned against her staff, head tilted up to take in the beauty of the dark sky above her. 

Ziarae was unprepared for what happened next. The peace shattered as an assailant made their move, attacking her without warning. It was a whirlwind of action, with her doing her best to fight back, to stay alive. She wasn’t the most physically strong, but it wouldn’t mean she would be a particularly easy target. 

While the vicious attack happened, her mind raced to try to understand why. Why her? Was this a random strike, or something more sinister? Had this been planned out, waiting for her to go out into the open? She couldn’t be sure. What she was certain about was this person wasn’t out for her money or valuables. This one wanted her dead. 

❝ You won’t get away with this. ❞ She spat out, blood following her words, a nasty gash just covered by her hair. Her body trembled, struggling to stay up, to continue. The assailant only struck her again on the head, and her body crumbled, falling onto the cold ground below. Vision darkened and blurred as she struggled to keep on, eyes once again facing the stars against a black sky. 

What a lovely final sight. 

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it’s fine she’s with the spirits now

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“Have you ever felt in danger when communicating with the Spirits?"

have you ever ___? || accepting

❝ Yes. Especially in the beginning, when I was learning. ❞ She did enjoy her time in Lavender Town, despite what people thought of the place. ❝ Often times you think you are prepared, especially when you’re young and everything will go fine. When I was starting out, I did at times bit off more then I can chew. Communed with spirits that I, frankly, had no business speaking to. Luckily there were the channelers there that helped and taught me better. Now it’s rather rare to truly feel in danger; you learn your limits. I have my Pokemon with me as well, in case things go... south. ❞

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Have you ever gotten/thought about getting a tattoo?

have you ever ___? || accepting

❝ I have one actually. ❞ It rested on her arm, a blue that contrasted the red of her hair. ❝ It was spur of the moment. I passed by this tattoo parlor and well, I liked the look of the place and entered. The artist that attended me was a sweetheart and we connected and talked the whole way through the process. It doesn’t have any deep significance to it as much as I would like it to have; the design was on the cover of this old tome I had on me at the time. ❞

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Ask my muse “Have you ever ___” questions!

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