#fluereternelle

[iruludavare]

@fluereternelle​ | Semi-plotted

          “...AZ?”

     Despite her comfort around the former king, she speaks his name with an air of uncertainty-- a strained, tense kind of voice characteristic of the heroine, yes, but not necessarily a common occurrence. She stands between the man in question and her Drifblim, who holds onto Serena’s arm akin to how a young child might grasp onto their parents’ own when faced with something that unnerves them so. A beloved member of the young woman’s team. A being whom she had encountered by sheer chance-- thanks to a breeze far too strong for a mere Drifloon to handle. A ghost-type pokemon some would brush off as one from a species known for whisking people away to the afterlife, but to Serena, is an invaluable group of partners.      All of which met the same horrific and tragic fate.

          “My Drifblim... They go by Rosen. They’re a collection of souls-- human and pokemon alike--, or so they’ve communicated to me. I’ve been teaching them to write and draw, you see,”

     She refrains from giving reason; that the pokemon has been trying so very hard to convey something to her since their bond blossomed, but did not have the necessary tools. That is not the reason they stand here, no. Both trainer and pokemon are here for answers. Serena, to see if she interpreted the ghost-type’s messages correctly, and Rosen, to finally see the one responsible for their state after three thousand years.

          “I know it seems strange to not have introduced you to them before, but they were collectively very against the idea.  At first, I didn’t understand why... however... over the past few months, I’ve managed to decipher their history. And I think it is something you should know.”

[floaroanemoia]

@fluereternelle​ || Starter Call

     To say that Sarana has encountered rather inexplicable sights throughout her life would be an understatement-- even more in the wake of a passed storm that has eaten away at the setting of the sun. From remarkable to terrifying, when the woman believes she has seen it all, it is as though the world hears her thoughts, and sends another, new experience the blonde’s way. The deceased manifesting into ghost-type pokemon before her eyes, tiny shrubbery somehow clinging to life despite the frost eating at its roots, keystones failing and allowing for bound souls to scatter-- anything is possible.

     And today is no different.

     Snow crunching beneath boots, trailed by a rather content-looking Mismagius who hums to herself a familiar chant-- the sort to ward off misfortune, or so the belief goes--, a looming figure in the distance had caught their eye. Stocky and tall. A tree, she had originally thought, or the remnants of one. Yet as the pair had drawn closer, as details became clearer, what stands but a handful of strides away is not any kind of flora, but instead a human being. And what a grand person he is! Why, to gaze upon what she can see of his features strains her neck. He must be as tall as a stretched out Gyarados-- maybe greater than that.      Whoever this individual is, the woman tells herself, she must know more. Warnings be damned.

          “Why hello, traveller,”

     Voice raised, but neither aggressive nor confrontational, the greeting escapes Sarana’s lips, an arm raising itself into the air to accompany the words, as though afraid he may not hear her. A cry parrots the blonde’s vocalisation from the ghost-type with a twirl. He reeks of the dead. Of dread and woe and guilt. Or, at least, to Scilla, the man does.

          “My apologies, but what would someone like yourself be doing out here? This is hardly a safe place to be.”

[oleasters]

@fluereternelle​

Of all that Oleana had discovered during her community service in the Galar mines, this was undoubtedly the strangest find. Marjory, ever enthusiastic and eager to assist, often kicked up a fuss when she found something she thought worthy of proper acknowledgement, usually an odd stone or Wishing Piece dislodged from the rock. This time, however, she had chirred and stomped her feet and made an overall nuisance of herself until Oleana let herself be led to... what appeared to be a person, though he was a good deal larger than any human ought to have been and lay supine on the cavern floor, apparently asleep.

For a long moment, Oleana could only stare, struggling to make sense of the sight—but eventually she opted to speak up.

“... Sir.” There was a pause before she attempted again, more forcibly, “Sir. Are you... quite alright?”

[3000yearmonarch-archived]

@komala-scientist​ asked: Muguet, eating a cookie larger than herself, decides to sit on Valerie's head. Get crumbs in his hair. Floooo

@fluereternelle​

Really? Really?

Valère frowned, reaching up and plucking the cookie from her tiny hands. The problem was what to do with it now that he had it. Was he immune to the effects of fae food? Was this even fae food? Should he just eat it?

Just to test he reaction, he held the cookie up to his open mouth, as if going to take a bite of it.

[windscattered]

@fluereternelle​ sent:

"Hey, bastard." AZ hollars. "Time to dig up the potatoes. Be careful, a family of oddish have taken up residence in the middle of the garden."

“Alright,” Lysandre replies in monotone. “Come on, Gérard.” The pyroar could be useful to scare the oddish away.

[cerfdelavie]

@fluereternelle has returned

Louis put his hands up when the Swanna went full defensive. He was not upset, in fact, he was relieved. The Pokemon was doing their job and protecting the Queen. Well, if she was the Queen.

He can tell the second she gets a good look at him, there is recognition. He wants, so badly to ask, but..how to be subtle?

“I’m glad. Please, enjoy.” he smiles softly, he looks out on the Pokemon as well, letting the woman sip in peace for a moment before finally speaking. “Did you perhaps know this person a long time ago?”

[lifehealed-a]

@fluereternelle​ liked for a starter!

Amaryllis had never felt an aura like the other’s before. His height wasn’t what stood out to her first; it was his aura. A heavy aura, she could feel, one with many complex feelings. It stopped her in her tracks, making her feel weighed down for the briefest of seconds. She could hear her heart pounding her ears as she watched him. There was something unmistakably familiar about him, but she just couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Sapphire eyes just barely noticed something slipping from his pocket and falling to the ground, unbeknownst to him.

She’d make herself move forward, rousing from her stupor to pick up the item with a shaky hand.

“E--Excuse me,” Amaryllis called out, “um, I do believe you’ve dropped this, ah...” She paused a moment, trying to formulate the words. “For some reason, you seem... familiar to me, too, but I can’t... put my finger on it.”

[cosmiicson]

[ @fluereternelle​ ]

[ From here -> ☾ ]

“I hardly think that’s the case.” 

Cyrus disappeared into the old apartment for a moment, before returning with another box to load into the truck parked outside, “The last few days have been fairly eventful, so he may have simply forgotten. Not impossible, really.”

He waved to Muguet, “Hello again.”