Kindness is Strategic and Necessary.

"Hello! You can call me Daedra. I serve under Chrom and the Shepherds as a tactician-in-training! Let's be friends and work together, all right?" [[RP blog for a Custom MU/Tactician from Fire Emblem Awakening // General OC blog. Other Media Verses Available!]]

[tactful-kind-daedra]

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[aurora-rph]

Detective Grimoire and the Mermaids Mask Sentence Starters

I really don't think a person would fit in that cauldron.

I'm guessing there was something pretty bad in there.

Alright, what's the rarest thing you've got?

It is hard still, to accept that he has left us.

I'll admit, it was a rumor for some time.

I don't know. It mostly looks like a bunch of old junk.

Nice answer. Totally noncommittal.

It was bad vibes all around.

You never know when you might have to go a fancy party.

You don't even like tea.

You always like the worst smells.

I've always been real good at holding my breathe underwater.

Where did you get all this stuff?

Like I said. This where I belong.

It's head came off I'm pretty sure.

I don't think I said that...

I'm afraid you don't have enough money.

You do kind of look like a tour guide, to be honest.

I... certainly thought about it. Ultimately I think it came down to cowardice on my part.

What is that, some kind of scroll?

I do not do. I simply am.

I'm not sure you're old enough to say 'yesteryear' in any context.

I fully meant to take it down, but never had the chance.

It's all above board, okay!

Well. That was disappointing.

I swear, if we find a room somewhere with dolls of everyone else, I am going to freak out.

Do not question the orb.

What did I tell you? Always bring the crowbar.

So what, you want to break it open?

Hey, I don't go around breaking your stuff.

You know, it might be fun to start a mirror collection. I could really see myself doing that.

Well, maybe you're just partway through being fixed. Sometimes you got to make a mess in order to tidy up, you know?

You do kind of give off a kind of 'I can do everything by myself' vibe.

Like I said – it's just the way it's meant to be.

Well, that's my life turned upside down.

...you don't normally let that stop you.

She tries her best to honor fate and call it by its newest name.

Well! Someone's well informed!

Why would it need to be a secret?

I wouldn't lose sleep over it if I was you.

Let's change the subject.

Sorry, could we maybe talk about something more relevant.

He was this great combination of super introverted and super proactive.

I noticed you went straight for my sense of self worth there.

Maybe, maybe I should touch it?

My secret door quota is well on the way to being met.

Hold on. I'm...just savoring the moment.

You know, you don't have to stand there with your face pressed into it.

What's the hold up? We're all here aren't we?

Oh sure, just help yourself to the stuff in my personal treasure chest. I don't mind...

Huh, that's quite the coincidence.

See, I told you. You didn't make him sad.

I don't know about you, but I thought that was all very interesting.

You must be pleased, you've come away with a new story to tell around the campfire.

Easily one of the strangest days of my life.

[tactful-kind-daedra]

Moon sniffled, gratefully taking the handkerchief and dabbing at the tears staining her cheeks and the corners of her eyes. This near complete stranger was being so kind to her! As she heard out Daedra’s comforting words, Moon felt a certain peace and ease wash over herself. She decided to place trust in her, and divulge exactly who she was and when she was from. “Thank you, Miss Daedra.”

Moon composed herself completely this time, standing up properly to reintroduce herself with a formal bow forward. “Miss Daedra, my name is Moon, and I’m what’s known as a pharmacist. A pharmacist is akin to an apothecary, but my knowledge is far more advanced than what any apothecary here will know. I’m certain you are curious about my clothes and belongings. The clothes I wear are made from a mix of cotton and synthetic textiles, woven by machines using advanced sewing techniques. This bow is, of course, just a standard weapon.” She paused to take a breath, and allow Daedra to process what she had said so far.

“Lastly, are these spherical devices. These are called Pokéballs, created for the purpose of capturing wild Pokémon. Given everything I have just told you, I hope that you will believe me when I explain the following: I am not from this era. I came here involuntarily from one-hundred-fifty years in the future, traveling not only through time but also across space, as I had previously been in a region composed of archipelagic islands known collectively as Alola. The method by which I was stranded across time and space was falling through an Ultra Wormhole, which appears as a crack in the sky.”

“I’m sorry to impose upon you, Miss Daedra, but could I ask you to take me in? At least temporarily, until I can find my way back home?”

The utter confusion was quick to return, swiftly worming in where concern had settled. Daedra leaned back when it seemed the stranger had gotten herself under control. Clearly enough to explain her situation, which left the redhead to be the one in a bit of a bind.

At first, Daedra was unsure how to reply. The older woman could only blink her wide eyes like a Noctowl as she tried to process the information in some coherent way.

Farm--assist? Like a helper but for medicine instead of crop tending? Very unusual!

As far as clothing, frankly everyone seemed to wear unusual things in Daedra's eyes! However, she also knew that wasn't quite fair to say. She was aware that she was the foreigner mostly... so in reality, her clothing was the strangest. Well... that was the case but now maybe someone else would take that position.

"It's.... a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Moon," Daedra eventually managed when she could pick up details to properly respond to.

"I can't say I have much experience with a lot of what you've explained. Though... there have been strange accounts of 'cracks in the sky' as of late. I haven't experienced it myself, but locals are all on alert of them. I assume that's what you mean?"

But people falling out of them?! Sure... there was talk of such happening in Jubilife, or someone in Jubilife experiencing so.

"Oh-- those little balls," the redhead chirped up, upon realizing. "They sound just like what the Galaxy Expedition uses! I've never really heard or seen such... but perhaps they might know about everything you're speaking of! They have all sorts of things and knowledge, despite not being as far traveled as I had to come."

Than again, most of the villagers living there tended to keep very secular.... atleast as far as Daedra noticed.

[tactful-kind-daedra]

He observes her for a moment before smiling. "Sometimes seeing is better then believing." He doesn't clarify any further. He shifts to get comfortable before unwrapping the leaf. On it is a salve of some kind with a soft glow to it. It gives of an energy that is primal and unusual at best, but it isn't malicious. It's almost tender, motherly, and carries an air of absolute authority. Odd to a human's eyes, but it is what it is. Kianga takes two fingers and reaches to apply the salve to whatever discoloration or open parts of this wound are and the salve to the touch is cold, but it's warm all at once. It's not overwhelming, but just enough to provide a sensation. The salve takes effect and whatever is there begins to heal itself. Once it's done, he closes up the leaf and puts it away with a soft knowing smile. He looks to her and shrugs. "... Like I said, if this got out to the medical community there would be issues." He hums softly. "As for what it is..." He smiles wryly. "... Some secrets are best left quiet. But in time, perhaps I will tell you if you're curious."

"I suppose, but it kind of ruins the concept of faith... and a bit of trust, I suppose. That the only way to accept something as it is, is having to see it with your own eyes."

A bit contradictory, coming from her. Daedra was a curious individual, always eager to learn and find all sorts of details on the world. How things worked and what they meant.... even if she didn't always understand them in the end. On the other end, she was also the kind of person to not simply accept everything at face value. Sometimes it was hard for her to find that perfectly acceptable balance of curiosity and acceptful mystery.

And truthfully, she'd not sure what to make of the strange concoction Kianga offered. At first she thought it might be a trick with how it shimmered as it did. Trick of the light of some such, but she remained quiet. She had promised him, afterall, and friend-promises were always important.

The results also spoke for themselves--- or rather, worked better than Daedra could imagine.

"Uwaaah~ It's like I didn't even slip," the redhead exclaimed, trying an experiment move of her wounded areas. Nothing-- perfect hale once more!

"Like magic!!"

Exclaiming, completely none the wise.

[velvet-voiced]

"Not to worry, we'll arrange all the paperwork for you to look over soon. Until then, you won't be able to leave our base within Laqua, but we may still arrive there and settle you in."

So she's aware of it. Spinel is quick to consider what else she read about after her statement. Does she hold a fondness for books? Reading and writing often went hand in hand. After all, he's also seen how clean her handwriting is. Even in these times, where it is often not needed to use such notes for her findings.

Very, very interesting. He'll have to be careful with this one. The thought has him suppressing his need to smirk.

"You were fetching items for us. The only rule was that you did not provide your findings to anyone else. Trust me. I can clear everything with my company."

There is a lean back into the nearby wall, a hum following.

"This is unlike anything you've seen before. This a new discovery, riddled in both myth and legend. Indefinite is needed. Much is unknown."

"We have to protect Laqua."

[tactful-kind-daedra]

"Of course! I think I'd be the most comfortable once that's settled. Some people don't like paperwork, but I always found it reassuring as a guidance factor. Afterall, it's super easy to remember the rules and expectations if you have them on a neat little list to check over~"

Not that the redhead found her memory lacking, but it was always good to have something to fall back on. Plus, in every police or court room drama she'd ever seen or read on, having something in writing was always the key item to get~

Oh, but surely no book or television program would compare to this experience! Mr. Spinel was upselling the experience already, not that she didn't believe him. He'd not given her reason to (: ) ) plus she'd already seen some wonderous things by merely collecting items in designated spots.

She could only imagine was a place like Laqua was like. It even sounded mythical and magical~

"Uwaaah~ I can't wait, Mr. Spinel!! This is like something I used to imagine happening when I was little. I know it'll be even more wonderful than anything I could have dreamed up as fantasy~"

Starry-eyed fool....

[mhx-ver-ke]

"..Just tired."

Understatement of the year, but even then, I can't show weakness, not around civilians...but she helped him through this better than his HQ could.

A few deep breaths, his hand scraping against his chin, forcing himself to cheer up, cause with out her help, he would have pushed harder.

"Thank you. You Intel really saved my bolts." Smooth X. Can it, Zero.

The armor begins to dematerialize, reverting him to his basic form, the forced smile soon relaxing to something more comfortable and genuine.

"If it's okay with you, may I get your name so the city can reward you for aiding a Maverick Hunter? My commanding officer, Signas, might wish to personally hand it off."

Back to his work on this, but he means well. She's an outstanding citizen in his eyes. Brining up his holo-pad, he dialed up the number to bring in another vehicle to pick them up.

91356 Side Basshar, come closer.

"And as a personal thanks, I can chauffeur you to any destination."

[tactful-kind-daedra]

Ten's head tilted a bit at his claim. Not that she could refute it, as reploids were a bit trickier to pick certain signals on compared to regular humans. Or, that was what she was realizing now. She'd simply have to take him at his word, but he was moving and talking without issue.

His little 'joke' was enough to pull a better smile from her. Boy... that was kind of bad, but.... Ten could honestly say she approved of this style of him compared to the one during their first verbal exchange.

"You're welcome," she offered, casually swaying one of her hands as she raised it. "It really wasn't anything special, but I'm glad it kept you out of trouble."

Her expression shifted a bit when X brought up about a reward. Ten turned her eyes a bit to the side, seemingly in mild discomfort.

"That's... really unnecessary. I didn't help to get a reward. I really don't need anything like that."

Certainly not something that involved fanfare or anything like that. She'd simply wanted to make sure he didn't get himself destroyed. Though, perhaps that had been too presumptuous of her. The little Kiosk had quite a lot of tricks and power in those gears of his (or whatever reploids were made of).

........Well, calling him that wasn't very fair of her now. Turning her gaze back to him, Ten was willing to compromise.

"While I still don't need a reward, I wouldn't mind giving you my name," she said, her expression lightening again. "-if you'd tell me yours. Somehow I doubt the one I've been calling you is correct."

"The name's 'Ten'--- yes, like the number," she interjected before there was room to comment. "It's technically a nickname, but that's all you really need to know~ And... maybe instead of rewarding something to me, they can get someone to be closer on your radio next time? Hate to hear about you getting over your head again~"

Her tone was light and teasing, even if her sentiment was honest. This reploid was very powerful, but that didn't seem a reasonable excuse to have him handle it all himself.

Was that... just how Maverick Hunters worked?

[mhx-ver-ke]

Risky but worth it.

Blasting out a few more shots, he switched from the yellow to a Red and Dark Steel color. A flaming aura enveloped him in his Buster-charge aura, staring the Mav down. The creature stared him down, grabbing some more debris, deciding to charge him down and just throw it up close. If there was one benefit of searching for all the capsles, Doctor Light behind, hold useful, and usefully silly upgrades. One of which...he would combine together. The Speed Burn of Flame Stag, along with the Hadoken. In his current state, it would prove nothing...so he needed a little...

Booster. Warning. Warning.

White returned to accent the reds, launching out both hands outward, wrist conenct, as the rippling red blast shot out, forcing the Mavrick to be blasted back, and in a clever move, using the speed burn on his back-mounted thrusters, shooting himself back towards the warehouse quickly. The boost was just what X needed to sail further in, lasunching himself like a rocket field goal, having both the Booster and Flame Stag powers fade.

Time Out "Ow....ow....ow..."

Internals was on the first; the extended use of Booster may have zapped a little more of his reserve than intended. If it weren't for this lady helping him, he would have been smoked. He... just doesn't know how she's communicating with him, and he wishes he could reply.

HQ to X, HQ to X, check in.

"Now you reply."

He's not gonna radio that in, but he does the follow.:

"X Reporting in, engaging with enemy mavrick, Octorill, they have the Sigma stranded of M43-V, Recommend Armor transport."

As he waited for the response, X pulled out one of his emergency sub-tanks, downing the energy fluids, waiting for their approval. The doors of the warehouse began to shudder from Octorill's attacks. He'd better get approval soon.

Granted. "Good, Send over Max Armor."

The Door continues to take a beating, denting in deeper to the point where the entrance begins to bend open, forming a small opening. The charge of an X-Buster echoes through the Warehouse, loud enough to give Octorill a pause. It would be smarter to lure out X and destroy him, but this virus tells him to take him out now.

As it continues to dent the door open, the charged plasma blast hits Octorill back, further than the Haduken ever could, the beams swirled with Blue, yellow, and red streaked energy. Walking out from the warehouse came X, decorated in a Mixture of its Booster form, with extraneous armor equipped onto him, the colors soon shifting to a uniform gold.

Hyper "Octorill, stand down, and we can help you. Let me help you. This Virus can be cured!"

Alas, the Mavrick is too far gone; the Sigma iconography emanates on its chest as he gathers a lot of debris into a large fist, winding back and punching.

X, solemnly, punched his X-Buster against the Ruble, having a blast, shoots into the rubble to destroy it, allowing him to dash forth. His arm cannon shifted from right to left and let out a low-powered charge shot through the other's body, punching the muzzle into its chest to let it ring out.

The final roar Octorill gives rippled around as all of its energy shatters, its body exploding close and around X, to which he braced for. When the dust settles, X stood there, remaining in his Golden armor form with his head slumping over.

"...I'm sorry...I hope one day we can cure you and return you to this world..." Mission Complete, X. Return to base. "Negative, sir; there's something around the docks I need to inspect."

Without their permission, he cuts communications with them, leading this quiet time to pray.

[tactful-kind-daedra]

The storage crates and shifting belts could not move any of the environment quick enough to cage the attacking reploid. They were far too quick and aware to be caught by something that simply, so Ten kept her fingers pinched around the key that operated the main door.

Ten kept her eyes darting from Octorill to X, waiting for the opportune moment. Even now, every time she seemed to catch a glance, the once all blue reploid seemed to be with a different color combination matched with something else he could do. Was he a downright chameleon?!

Despite his attempts at fire and blasts, Ten turned the key and the large bay doors slowly rolled along their tracks. X just managed to get himself inside and the other reploid out, when a loud crash rattled the sealed entryway. It wouldn't let down for anything! Unsure of what else to do, Ten tried to best to be as much of a nuisance to him as she could.

Anything she could turn on or move on the outside of the facility, she tried to control it towards the rampaging menace. However, most of the cranes and automatic features couldn't move in the path of the warehouse. Perhaps if she had a forklift or something else, but there was nothing remote she could do where she was situated.

The door was starting to give way, prying apart as Octorill was desperate to get in. Why? Why was he so focused on attacking them... or who she assumed as the target, being her blue companion? Ten probably only had the benefit of being an unknown currently.

Thinking perhaps it was time for a strategic retreat, Ten made to speak into her headset again to get his attention. Her words halted, when she noticed him now in shimmering golden splendor..

When had he turned into---that?!

Ten was left awestruck as she watched the smaller of the reploids fire an even bigger blast from his arm canon, sending the other flying back towards the piles of crates. For a fight that had seemed to drag on before, now it came to an end almost pitifully quick. With an opening made, X put an end to Octorill with viciously precise precision.

Ten didn't know much of reploids, but she knew they almost never walked away from having too much of their middle and top decimated in such a manner. It seemed.... that was it.

Outside in the main work area, all the machinery and walkways that had been booming with activity steadily slowed to stillness like earlier. Ten managed to hit the kill-switch once again, though she was sure all the workers would be in for quite a surprise when they returned probably tomorrow.

Or maybe this would be a mundane occurrence.

Still, making her way down from the high tower, Ten made to greet her new companion and congratulate him on his efforts. It had been quite the tussle and he deserved the praise, especially after the bit of attitude she gave him as an introduction.

Spying him back in his Blue color, she worked a smile and made to trot over.... but stopped.

Kiosk was standing over the remains of the reploid that had so aggressively tried to end him. The octoroid was battered, armor crumpled and dented in as the internal workings of his hardware lay scattered about in charged pieces. The other stood over him and looked...... so bitter.

Remorseful.... weary... utterly sad.

Ten's steps halted and her smile faded. Something told her... this wasn't a victory to congratulate. There was nothing jubilant here. Still, she had to approach eventually.

When she did, she spoke to him proper again. No more gritty radio interference. Her tone was pleasant and she worked up a neutral kind of smile.

"Well.... you beat him. That was pretty tough. How are you holding up? Not too hurt?"

The last bit was very genuine. Reploid or not, he had beet battered unceremoniously. Surely that still warranted concern.

[tactful-kind-daedra]

@mhx-ver-ke // is a sad crockpot:

"...Do you hate it? Do you hate it like I do?"

She didn't reply initially, instead stepping closer to him from the side, as if to face him head on. She didn't. Still keeping off to the side of the blue reploid, she stooped herself a bit to drew her face close to him.

Ten loomed in as if she were going to make contact in some manner - the head, the cheek, somewhere.... but stopped. She watched him with her golden tinted gaze quietly. As if looking for something.

She always did strange things like that. Strange movements and unusual mannerisms that always hinted she was no robotic in any fashion.

"You had me fooled the first time," she remarked. "With your stoic expression and toneless words. Programmed - as you tried to deflect it as."

... A kiosk...

One could take her words as accusatory, but nothing in her voice reflected as such. No scorn to cast from her words. None.

"There is no choice afforded to you," she spoke up again. "In actuality, there is... but you won't consider to take the alternative. As the consequences of that are far worse than what you've actually chosen to do. .... I see, Maverick Hunter."

Ten offered nothing further, and proceeded back with her silent observation again. She hadn't directly replied to him, but she saw him. Though his metal plating and armors and sleek vehicles.

Ten saw him, and those bitter, biting claws that wracked at the walls of his most vulnerable parts. She was intimately familiar with such things.

Oh, indeed, she was familiar.

Her head jerked suddenly as if she made to move away. Her forehead bopped on the polished red gem set right above in his helmet as she drew back.

Had it been intentional, or a mere accidental contact?

[mhx-ver-ke]

X..? "...." How are you going to respond?

Not with his buster. He can't see her as his enemy. Not when she helped him when they couldn't. He doesn't know what she is, but he knows that she's not his enemy or even considered a Maverick.

Ten was just simply Ten.

"I have seen so many people die. So many of my friends turned to enemies, so many of them falling and sacrificing themselves to allow me to stop Sigma and whatever evil afflicts Humans and Reploids. Together, separate, any sort."

His teal hue glanced at her golden eyes, feeling them judging his past and his present.

"I want all of this fighting to end. Truly, I do...but I will not sit by if Innocents gets hurt. No matter how many times I beg and plead for them to stop...but in the end, bullets worked better than words...I hate that."

His eyes glance down, looking ashamed of what he is. So many problems started because of him, directly or indirectly.

"...I was built for battle...but I don't want to fight anymore."

Dr. Light built X to be a superior version of his son Rock, allowing him to have more human traits and learning...yet he was still built to combat Dr. Wily's scheme of world domination and any other harmful forces.

A warrior striving for peace.

[oneshotprince]

"Then, we'll do that. Pokemon are great subjects, even if wild ones can be a bit Skitty-ish," Trip noted.

Wait, would they know what Skitty is? ...

"Wary! I mean wary."

Was it getting late? He hadn't noticed, during all that time talking together, the sun had already been too low to cast light into the cave since he was led here, too, so he supposed it made sense...

Conkeldurr, feeling curious, also wandered to the mouth of the cave to figure out what time it was! Was it already night?

"... where will you rest? I--I do have a sleeping bag I can use, you know," he insisted, a bit worried he might be imposing.

[tactful-kind-daedra]

"They are, but they're also pretty receptive if you know how to approach them!"

Daedra seemingly missed his little word-play, merely assuming it as a mistake or perhaps a regional saying. There were many things that seemed to go over her heard like that, atleast since arriving.

"Though, perhaps it might be best to learn how to not draw their attention," she thought to suggest. "Afterall, the most natural pictures would be ones they're unaware of. I know a big thing for the Jubilife Settlement is capturing details and such of the Pokemon as they naturally are! The ones that choose to follow people -do- start acting different."

As the last bits of sunlight pulled back from the farther parts of the cave, Daedra wordlessly got to her feet and went about lighting a few strategically placed candles about the space. The cave was still warm from the day's heat, so a fire might not be needed like in the winter seasons.

Daedra only smiled again at his concern, once again waving it off before gesturing to a nice little alcove towards the side wall.

"Oh, I have a proper wooden framed bed right there~ I have a number of extra pillows and blankets for you to use. We can move the tic mattress more inside if you like. If you keep it there, you'll know right away when the sun comes up," she said in amused warning.

Not that it mattered in regard to herself, as she tended to be up that early normally.

[tactful-kind-daedra]

@aforgottenmercenary // continued:

"...No...Even if I try to, it'll pull me back in. I've been raised to be a killer, and I continue to be one."

"That's such a lousy excuse," Daedra tossed back, downright upset sounding. "It's terrible and easy and you know it!!"

She didn't know why, of all times, she was upset about it now. The redhead had heard it before: many times from many others in their proxy. Perhaps the constant battering of it finally made her hit the breaking point.

"If you're going to be so pig-headed and stubborn, then do so in the opposite direction! Maybe you will always have to fight--maybe so!! But--- you'll just roll over and accept your lot about?! When there's so much better in the world to have?!"

[tactful-kind-daedra]

@mhx-ver-ke // is a sad crockpot:

"...Do you hate it? Do you hate it like I do?"

She didn't reply initially, instead stepping closer to him from the side, as if to face him head on. She didn't. Still keeping off to the side of the blue reploid, she stooped herself a bit to drew her face close to him.

Ten loomed in as if she were going to make contact in some manner - the head, the cheek, somewhere.... but stopped. She watched him with her golden tinted gaze quietly. As if looking for something.

She always did strange things like that. Strange movements and unusual mannerisms that always hinted she was no robotic in any fashion.

"You had me fooled the first time," she remarked. "With your stoic expression and toneless words. Programmed - as you tried to deflect it as."

... A kiosk...

One could take her words as accusatory, but nothing in her voice reflected as such. No scorn to cast from her words. None.

"There is no choice afforded to you," she spoke up again. "In actuality, there is... but you won't consider to take the alternative. As the consequences of that are far worse than what you've actually chosen to do. .... I see, Maverick Hunter."

Ten offered nothing further, and proceeded back with her silent observation again. She hadn't directly replied to him, but she saw him. Though his metal plating and armors and sleek vehicles.

Ten saw him, and those bitter, biting claws that wracked at the walls of his most vulnerable parts. She was intimately familiar with such things.

Oh, indeed, she was familiar.

Her head jerked suddenly as if she made to move away. Her forehead bopped on the polished red gem set right above in his helmet as she drew back.

Had it been intentional, or a mere accidental contact?

[tactful-kind-daedra]

🪼 + { @mhx-ver-ke }

@mhx-ver-ke

Sopping Wet Scenarios:

[ 🪼 ] - sender finds receiver floating face down in the water

Well, this was embarrassing....

Ten was contemplating if it had been the right call to not engage in the spat earlier. If one could classify it as a 'spat'.

She'd adopted a bit of a habit to not involve herself directly when confronted with something 'out of her league'. And to her, two loud mouthed reploids looking for a bit of trouble were not league-qualifiers. If they were proper 'Mavericks' or not, she couldn't say... which is why she took the measure she did:

'Letting' herself drop into the waterway and let it take her elsewhere.

Did she need to remain face down in the relatively dirty street canal: no, but for her, it didn't matter which way she faced. She could breath fine either way, and truthfully, water was always a comforting place for her. Bobbed weightlessly or floating with deep currents; water was nature for someone like her.

Ten didn't get to ponder much longer, as something caught her attention. Picking up on noise and motion close by, she immediately jerked her body to right herself, setting her legs down into the water so she could raise her head up to see.

To an outsider, it might have looked liked she was the dead suddenly brought back to life!

[scrapmemes]

SOPPING WET SCENARIOS ( add + inv for the scenario to be inversed )

[ ☂️ ] - sender finds receiver without an umbrella and it's raining heavy

[ 🌂 ] - neither sender nor receiver are in possession of an umbrella and it's raining heavy

[ 🚪 ] - sender shows up at receiver's door soaking wet

[ 🏠 ] - both parties are stuck at either party's home due to a heavy storm

[ 🧽 ] - both parties have to clean up after a storm

[ 🔍 ] - sender finds the receiver trying to find something that has been lost in a body of water

[ 🚗 ] - sender finds the receiver and their vehicle impeded by heavy weather

[ 🏊‍♂️ ] - both parties go swimming

[ 🌊 ] - sender has to rescue receiver from almost drowning

[ 🚿 ] - sender walks in on receiver taking a shower

[ 🚽 ] - sender walks in on receiver taking a piss

[ 🏝 ] - both parties are stranded on an islet

[ 🪼 ] - sender finds receiver floating face down in the water

[darkraise]

What  a  sight!  Now  he  actually  had  to  hold  his  stomach?  or  whatever  fit  into  his  tiny  body  laughing  at  the  mad  scrambling  from  the  searing  demise  he'd  suddenly  conjured  before  this  poor  woman!  "PHHHTTT!!!  HIHIHIHI.  Okay,  okay  that  was  pretty  funny!  You  got  schmovement  like  a  Wimpod,  I  give  you  that!"  Still  no  intent  to  make  the  hole  to  hell  disappear,  however.  A  tear  was  wiped  and  the  heat  wafting  out  of  the  other  side  of  the  portal  was  almost  enough  to  evaporate  it  but  the  Pokémon  himself  seemed  completely  unaffected  by  it.

"Still  got  no  time  to  play  with  you  though!  If  you're  not  gonna  take  a  dip  in  the  spicy  soup  or  fork  over  some  valuables,  I  gotta  ask  you  to  leave  me  alone!  I'm  busy,  you  see!  Stealing  an  entire  cultural  heritage  site  isn't  easy  like  this!  Actually  it  really  sucks.  They  already  looted  this  place  anyway  and  I  have  no  idea  where  they  took  all  the  treasure...  "  Raum  lamented  the  lack  of  monetary  value  of  his  target  as  much  as  his  own  lack  of  power.  Nothing  he  could  feasibly  accomplish  here,  besides  yoinking  some  Goletts  as  workforce  maybe.  Would  they  even  mind?  They'd  probably  do  better  if  reprogrammed  to  be  some  killer-golems  instead  of  doing  whatever  they  were  doing  here.  If  it  was  guarding  treasure  they'd  already  failed  that  ANYWAY.

"...Like  back  in  the  day  I'd  just  go  WOAHHH  and  SWOOOSHH  and  the  whole  thing  would  be  like  FWOOP  and  gone  with  a  snip  of  my  fingers.  I  can't  be  expected  to  suck  up  this  entire  tower  like  this!  It's  gonna  be  like  one  of  those  brick-sets  for  kids  that  they  sell  overpriced  for  nostalgia  reasons!  I'm  not  gonna  put  this  together  one-by-one  elsewhere,  I  don't  have  the  patience  for  that!  Really,  it's  s  hard  to  whisk  away  a  whole  landscape!"  Despite  accomplishing  very  little  besides  complaining  to  Daedra  who  he  threatened  with  a  fiery  time,  he  just  didn't  shut  up.

[tactful-kind-daedra]

Despite her brain desperately trying to pull her eyes away from the fiery bottom of the ring, Daedra's vision was locked solid. Like a frightened deerling entrapped in the gaze of a famished serpent, she found herself unable to move. Only the occasional tremble.

The only thing that seemed to break the spell over her, was the sudden ruckus laughter of a mischief maker. Finally able to pull her eyes away, the blue orbs settled on the deceivingly innocent form of the ring bearer. They chuckled and chortled, almost rolling over themselves in gleeful laughter. Like a child so enthralled in amusement.

And there was that old saying: nothing more innocent and cruel than ---

Finished with their laughter, the strange being took a moment to openly complain of their 'woes'. Verbally.

Daedra no longer felt the need to stare at her one step from death below, and instead locked focus to what she could only guess as a Pokemon. Afterall, what other creature could be capable of such horrible wonders...

Still, no matter how childlike the being acted, Daedra really couldn't overlook its recent actions.

"A-Are you the one that made these portals?" she asked, noticeable quibble in her tone.

"Did you... did you do the same thing to those poor Goletts?!"

A bit more bite for that one, since it wasn't on her own behalf.

"How could you!!? They weren't hurting anyone!"

While many trainers might have considered the rocky ghost types a 'nuisance', all they mostly did was mostly lumber about. Many barely even engaged if you simple side-stepped them.

Even the 'rowdiest' of them didn't deserve to get dropped into a fire pit!!!

.........even if they were ghosts.

[mhx-ver-ke]

"Okay, I'm going."

Funny.

Her name is Ten, and his is X, practically matching up, which made him chuckle... well, if he could; mostly, it was the Zero program he'd put into his consciousness that was conveying it.

Still, he was glad someone like her was trying to look out for him, even when no one else decided to do it for him. Giving him a chance to be human.

"And Ten, please call me X. Mr. Kiosk is my uncle." ...Not it's not. Shut up, Zero.

[tactful-kind-daedra]

"Very well~" she agreed, ever so sweetly. "'X' it is, then. Since you asked so nicely."

Ten couldn't help but chortle at the exchange, but this sounded more genuine to an amused laugh. This reploid was still ripe for bullying, but she just didn't have the heart to be that mean about it.

"But remember--" she warned. "-that mantle is absolutely coming back if you start talking like him, again! Your dear 'uncle' would probably find it quite the honor."

Only just a little bit mean~ As a treat.

[tactful-kind-daedra]

Anger, lost, inspiration!

@oneshotprince

Childhood Memories Meme:

-( anger ) for my muse to discuss a memory from childhood that makes them mad

"You know.... I don't actually have too many memories of when I was mad." After a moment, Daedra thought to rephrase her answer. "Well, not quite that, I suppose. I know I did get angry from time to time, but I never liked how it made me feel. Plus, I was lucky to always have my friends or Pokemon to comfort me when I did. I suppose I just learned it wasn't worth it to stay angry, not when I could enjoy more pleasant feelings instead."

-( lost ) for my muse to talk about an item from childhood they wish they still had

"There used to be a concrete or ceramic statue on the side of my house that I liked to pretend was my friend when I was little. It was some kind of Pokemon, but I wasn't sure what kind. It didn't look like a Unovan one and it must have been there when the house was built, I imagine. I used to love petting it when I went by and I liked to talk to it before I got Lulu and Pendra. I still said hello to it even after but..... well, it suddenly disappeared after I went traveling with my friends. I came home for a check in visit and was heartbroken to see it gone. I assume someone took it, though I don't know the reason why. Maybe it even left on it's own since I was gone so long... if so, I hope it found someone else to keep it company."

-( inspiration ) for my muse to talk about someone they knew as a child who inspired them to be who they are, currently

"I still know them-- but my one traveling friend had always been a huge inspiration to me, ever since we were little kids. He lived next door to me and he had a lot of younger siblings; all sisters. He was a year or two older but he was never mean to me. In fact, he prompted me to do a lot of things I was too frightened to, assuming I'd get in trouble for it. I never did-- so he was right and probably why I always looked up to him for guidance. He was always that 'cool, level headed' and relaxed kind of person, though a lot of adults like to label him a 'trouble' or having a bad attitude. He wasn't any of those things, and he never let those opinions bother or change him. He always knew someone good and worthwhile. Though we've gone our separate ways as we became adults... I still imagine what he'd say or do in a situation. If that isn't inspiration, I don't know what is!"

[tactful-kind-daedra]

“ Can you stop pretending? ” The ram stomped her foot in protest of the gingers statements. "Either you have lost your mind to insanity or nothing. I refuse to deal with delusions….." { heeeeyyyy girl heyyyy~!}

@ask-the-havok-staff

"I'M HAVING A PERFECTLY REASONABLE REACTION!!!"

Perfectly reasonable as she cried and wailed and wallowed from her new faced predicament.

"EVERYONE IS JUST WALKING AROUND WITHOUT SHIRTS AND THEY'RE HUUUUUUUUGE!!! SOME ARE LACKING SKIN ON KEY PARTS OF THEIR BODIES!!!"