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Richard & Cheri [ @goddessguardians ] 

Richard felt tired. Alone and tired for the most part. He rubbed his eyes. Even though Cheri was sitting right next to him, chowing down on some berries, he had allowed himself to drift into thought. Cheri’s words became muffled; her image became blurry.

A new image had materialized; there was a younger version of himself-- he could tell because his glasses were gone. A Mr. Mime and a Gothitelle were conversing, whispering something together at Undella Bay, the waves eating up their words.

The Zoroark wanted to jump in-- he was their mutual friend. He wanted to talk to them, but he watched his younger self run all the way back to their hotel room, zooming away.

Looking towards the current Richard, the Gothitelle walked towards him, her image ethereal. Her lips parted and a voice that didn’t belong to her echoed in his mind. The image began to swim, she was chanting “Richard, Richard, Richard!”

He woke up in a cold sweat.

“Uhh-- Where-- who--” Richard’s eyes were wide. Oh, it was just Cheri. Did he worry her? Oh no. He didn’t want that.

“You were whimpering in your sleep,” Cheri whispered, rubbing his crooked back. “Are you okay?”

“I’m… just fine,” the Zoroark replied, looking down.

“Okay, well.. I’m here if you wanna talk about it, okay?” She offered him a smile, continuing to rub his back.

“Yeah, thanks. Just had a bad dream, that’s all.”

But that dream felt more like a memory...

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Friendship & Humor

Jhudora & Merick [ @ask-the-forestguardian ]

It was still relatively cold outside, and Jhudora had just invited a customer in for some hot chocolate. He was someone she knew well enough-- he was kind to her, he brought her a Christmas present. It was quite nice. The heater blazed in the shop, and the burst of air as she re-entered welcomed her.

“Let me get your coat, Merick,” she chimed, pulling his cloak off of him and hanging it up.

“Thanks for inviting me in, Jhudora,” the Gallade replied with a soft smile, striding towards the middle of the shop in which had a tiny, elegant table with which to enjoy the baked goods Jhudora often provided for her customers.

She waved him off, “Of course, Merick. You’re a friend, aren’t you?”

“I guess you’re right.” His smile widened as he pulled out a chair and sat, watching the girl carefully pour some milk into a kettle.

She looked back at him and pointed towards a bag of marshmallows that was sitting out. He held up three fingers; marshmallows were real fun, but they got stuck in your mouth if you had too many, and these marshmallows were… they were huge.

The Gothitelle nodded and turned back to her work, getting the choco powder ready and cinnamon straws.

After some time, the kettle whined, and there were two perfectly good mugs of hot cocoa hitting the table. Three marshmallows in Merick’s mug, meanwhile Jhudora’s had at least five or six. She really had a sweet tooth.

“Well, to winter!” she chimed, clinking her mug with Merick’s as she took a long swig of hot chocolate, ignoring her scalding tongue.

When she put the mug down, Merick covered his mouth to laugh. Jhudora was almost offended, but she didn’t let it show.

“Jhudora.. You’ve got a little somethin’ on your…” He pointed at her upper lip.

On her lip… was a marshmallow mustache.

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Comfort & Bliss

Yana & Kishina [ @ask-royalflames ] 

Despite her being an ice type, Kishina felt very warm. The shiny Gardevoir shifted her weight so that she wasn’t totally leaning against her. Yana felt bad for leaning on her, but she was so warm. So safe. So… great. Everything about Kishina was great. She radiated a sort of confidence that could be absorbed into self confidence. Yana loved it. To be fair, there was a lot about Kishina that Yana loved, but never did she expect for the Ninetales to be this… warm.

Yana felt safe. She never felt safe. The gardevoir opened her eyes slowly, revealing red, tired eyes. She sniffled, sitting up and getting off of the Ninetales.

“Sorry,” Yana mumbled, rubbing her fingers against each other. She drew away from that wonderful, warm feeling of safety and appreciation. She thought that foreign world was one she was not allowed to tread in very long.

“And what, pray tell, are you sorry for?” the Ninetales asked, crossing a leg over the other.

“I kind of just made you shoulder me like I’m some sort of burde-”

She was cut short with a finger to her lips-- Kishina’s finger.

“Don’t you ever say that about yourself; if you were a burden, I would’ve forced you off ages ago,” Kishina chided, her voice in that ordinary singsong tone of her’s. “If you need the support, take it.”

Yana shut her eyes for a moment, simply to breathe. She knew she was a healer, but why couldn’t she heal her mind? Luckily, though, her friend was here. She should take the break from the rain. Step under the umbrella.

The Gardevoir scooted closer again and leaned against the Ninetales, head on her shoulder. The rain in her brain suddenly stopped. It was still gloomy outside, but this umbrella was something she needed more than anything else.

“Thank you,” Yana whispered.

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Yearning

Alois & Chrys [ @chrys-returns ]

It was another day for Alois; he was alone-- well, alone was perhaps an overstatement. Jhudora was home, but she was busy preparing her cards and crystals for tonight: a full moon.

Mako was a person he did not see beyond training, so she could hardly be considered a friend in the traditional sense.

Wham! Pow! The practice dummy yelled as it was kicked, falling to the ground and then bouncing back up. Quickly, Alois used his own technique, dashing quickly behind the dummy and slashing its back with a pink blade of psychic energy. Still, this wasn’t enough for him.

He pulled up his sleeves, sweat beading down his face. It was time for a water break. He felt… off-kilter, distracted, even. He thought to a few weeks back. The yelling of a Lillinee as she failed to beat him in a fight. As she watched in awe as he sparred with Mako.

Alois liked to feel special, but feeling special by yourself was a sad thing. There was no one to appreciate you.

The tile groaned as Alois pulled out a chair to sit with his glass of water, his mind swirling with memories of Chrys, all the way up until her travelling crew vanished into Pinwheel Forest.

Damn, he missed her.

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Grieving

Jhudora & Eins [ @thehatefulduo ]

The shop was empty and quiet. The Gothitelle watched as a shiny Gardevoir left the establishment. Watched her as she eased her head back in, eyebrows furrowed together. Jhudora watched Yana speak, but her words were silent. Her own preoccupied brain drowned out Yana’s words of support.

As soon as the door closed for what Jhudora thought would be the last time, she carefully opened a drawer in the counter and pulled out an old picture frame. The image in the frame depicted a younger version of her with a Mr. Mime. Their arms were linked and they appeared to be laughing.

She carefully thumbed the jawline of the Mr. Mime. Her breath hitched and became unsteady as she watched droplets of water fall onto the glass of the frame. The Gothitelle listened to the pained sob of a voice she knew all too well-- her own.

When she thought she was alone, she didn't realize she would soon have an audience, as a hulking man in a suit of armor entered. Not that he was a stranger. He was a friend who wanted to catch up. The Bisharp was so busy with knighthood that he rarely had a chance to speak with acquaintances outside of his circle at work.

Jhudora remained oblivious to the ringing of the bell as Eins entered her shop. The sound of her wretched sobbing wrenching his heart, twisting it in ways that emulated her pain, in a way.

“Jhudora?” he called, loud enough for her to hear him.

She froze, and then dropped the picture frame, shattering the glass. She did not bother to wipe her face as she turned around-- running makeup and all.

Had she not been behind a counter, Eins likely would have pulled her in for a hug, but he decided simply speaking would suffice.

“I don't know what's happened, Miss Jhudora,” he reassured her quietly. “But I am here if you need someone to talk to.” Granted-- this discussion was not what he had in mind upon visiting.

Jhudora shifted on her feet. The glass crunched beneath her.

“It's nothing. I'm just missing someone very much right now."

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Humor

Richard & Nugget [ @ask-shiny-rufflet ]

An egg sat there, multicolored and speckled, completely and totally unnatural, but there it sat. Under the scrutiny of the watchful archaeologist. He thought this egg was significant, as though it would soon hatch.

Pen in hand and notebook at the ready, the Archaeologist waited and watched for a sign of life with baited breath. There was no telling what the Pokémon inside this egg would be, so hopefully the incubator was at the right temperature.

Richard looked away for a moment as a coworker passed by with a cup of coffee. The bitter taste engulfed his mouth. He coughed. He gagged. He set the cup down.

He needed sugar.

Thus began the long walk down to the break room for the sugar and cream. Cursed! Cursed!

It took only a moment. To his dismay, however, the egg had hatched. No… it had… popped open? Inside was a rufflet that was much older than a hatchling.

“Hey!” the bird called out.

“H-hey…” Richard replied.

“It’s pretty warm in here, but where am I? I was trying to pull an Easter prank on my friends when we were doing the egg hunt in the ruins… and now I’m here!”

The Zoroark did not respond, his face red with embarrassment as he slowly dialed a number on the office phone.

“Ah… yes… security? I've… made a mistake. Yes, I’ll hold.”

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Richard looked at her warily. Why was she hitting on him, of all people? He sighed. He enjoyed compliments and such-- but he never knew what to do when people gave him positive attention. Unless, of course, it was for his intellect. He took in a deep breath and finally found it in him to talk. 

“Thanks,” he said, reaching into the bowl of berries for a Rawst berry. “I appreciate the words, but I’m really nothing. I’m no Nimbasa Singer. There’s a lot of real nice-lookin’ ones.” One came to mind, but he was more popular when he was younger.

The Zoroark finally chanced a more direct glance at Cheri. 

“Sorry, I’m not a good talker.”

a night at an inn

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Richard was honestly startled by the woman’s forwardness. He was pretty much stunned to silence; he didn’t really have a usual witty or cold retort. It was like the air got knocked out of him the moment she called him hot. This was definitely not something he got often and he looked... well, confused. 

He was a nerd. Undeniably so. He even dressed like a nerd. He didn’t get what was so attractive about that. Finally, he managed to steady his breathing enough for him to actually say anything.

“I don’t mind if you sit there, no, but I think you’ve found the wrong guy to be uh... calling hot.... and such, but uh... Yeah. It’s freezing out there. The fire feels pretty cozy, though. I can finally feel my toes again.” Stay cool, Richard, don’t freak out.

a night at an inn

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The Gothitelle offered Red Boots a gentle smile. Her hands folded neatly in front of her. A calcium was something she didn’t need, but honestly the Tangrowth seemed so earnest; she couldn’t say no. Especially since the poor girl had a hard time with the idea of just making friends.

She let out a soft sigh and thought about it for a moment. Would it be good to tell someone their future-- especially if their situation had done something like this to them? Where they struggled with the concept of friendship? What could lie in store for someone like that? This poor, poor girl. 

Still, this was something she really wanted, so she felt obligated to give her that. Sometimes, little strokes of happiness like this were revealed. Happiness is a good thing. Maybe this would give the sweet Tangrowth something to look forward to. 

“Sure, I’ll do it...” she chimed, but her eyes betrayed her. She seemed cautious. Wary. There were things people were better off not knowing. Things better left unsaid. She hoped the future would be bright for her. 

“May I know your birthdate, Red Boots? It’s the last thing I need to get started. Without it, I’ll see twelve different pathways, and I won’t know which one is the most possible outcome. Ah... I also need to be in the dark.” 

She gestured to a room obscured by a purple curtain. “You’d have to follow me to the back if you’re alright with that.” 

Stars in the Eyes.

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Red Boots tensed a bit at the mention of predicting death. She was partially alarmed that such a thing was even possibly and partially alarmed that Judhora even mentioned it in the first place. Were all psychic type pokemon this tuned with the universe? It was frightening to believe.

The Tangrowth fidgeted a bit in place, worming the red tips of her fingers together as she sorted through the correct way to respond to that. Suddenly, the idea of having a reading done was less appealing, especially if something negative was in the immediate future.

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“Ah... I...” she smiled sadly as she knelt down on one of the cushions. “I’m terribly sorry to hear that Miss...” she gestured to the cushion in front of her. “Do you have a specific day that you’d like to predict in mind? Ah, and I need your date of birth for us to get started.” 

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Jhudora watched Chrys carefully with her built-in flashlight, She saw the shock and then the awe on her face as she drew closer. In fact, she made sure to make eye contact with Chrys just so she could get that better look she was aiming for. A small smile was her only expression as she watched Chrys become childish again. Funny, how a girl Alois’ age could act so different. Alois acted so much older than he was; she didn’t know why exactly he did... it wasn’t as if he had to grow up fast. 

She focused back on Chrys. She didn’t quite know how to answer all her questions, in fact, she found them slightly overwhelming. It took her many a deep breath to formulate her response, as she wasn’t used to fully interacting with people when her third eye was exposed. 

“I can see the future with my third eye. I use it as a portal to project into the future. I can see up to twelve alternate timelines at a time, but I choose a constellation to focus on one specific timeline during readings,” she said carefully. “I typically choose the timeline depending on my client’s birthday, since everyone has a corresponding constellation to their birthday. If you look here...” She pointed at the constellation glowing in her eye. “This is Libra.” 

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Being led into a backroom was certainly interesting to say the least. What could possibly be behind that eye patch of Jhudora’s that in order for Chrys to see what was under it meant that they needed to go to such a secluded room that seemed to get darker the further back they went. Perhaps it was necessary for them to since the light could spell harm for Jhudora? Or maybe it was something dark. Was it perhaps an evil spirit residing behind Jhudora’s eye patch that was sealed into her eye?! No..that’s ridiculous. Maybe it was something so embarrassing that she didn’t want to risk anyone else seeing it, like a scar! But scars look cool, so Chrys couldn’t quite make sense of why she would want something like that hidden, then again Jhudora also denied that she was not the victim of a bad attack so there’s no way it could have been a scar…

The anticipation chewed away at Chrys internally, but she managed to contain herself and patiently followed Jhudora till finally they arrived at the dimly lit room. It was hard to see, but that didn’t stop Chrys from getting distracted and wandering aimlessly around the room in order to inspect her surroundings, but then the light went away. When that happened, Chrys gasped and turned her head about frantically. “Miss Jhudora?!” She called out in confusion till finally a blue light shone against the side of her face and caught her attention again. It was coming from..Jhudora? The Lillinee cautiously approached the Gothitelle, only hesitating when she noticed Jhudora turning to face her, but only for a moment before then becoming awestruck at the sight of her now revealed eye.

“As you can see, my third eye showed up in the wrong spot. That’s all.” The Gothitelle had explained in such a calm manner, but to Chrys this wasn’t exactly something that just gets seen everyday so of course she was eager. The Blue glow from her eye Alluring her and drawing her in closer for a better look.

“Woooah…A third eye?..In your eye? That’s like..double the eyes!..Er..triple??…Two-point-five??? Does it hurt? Is it still able to see? Did it hurt? Wait..it’s a third eye? Doesn’t that mean it can see stuff that like..no one else can see?  Like..forces of the unknown? Ghost types in hiding?! The secrets of the universe; the meaning of life itself?!” She bombarded Jhudora with these questions, seemingly getting closer with each one till she was practically on top of the Gothitelle, though not with the intentions of smothering her, she was genuinely curious, forgetting all she had learned from her etiquette lessons and instead replacing them with an endearing childlike behavior.

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a night at an inn

[ rp with @goddessguardians ]

Voyaging was Richard’s least favorite part about investigating, walking into the Inn and peeling his coat off as he made his way to the fireplace in reception to warm up. He was cold to his bones; the weather was significantly colder than the years before. He should’ve brought a heavier jacket.

As he scooted closer to the edge of the couch to make room for other people, he lost himself in thought. It was quite late at night, reception was empty. Why did he decide to make room anyway? Oh well. 

Why did he decide to go to such a cold place in the middle of winter, anyway? He definitely could’ve waited to go in a warmer time, but he needed to get away for a while, he guessed. 

He took another look around reception. It seemed like he wasn’t alone. He let out a sigh. Oh well, he knew to mind his business anyway. Most people generally did the same. They could very easily share the space.

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As his firm handshake met her dainty, soft one, she took a moment to ponder. What did it mean to have such a firm handshake? Did it mean one was confident with themselves? She thought for a moment. A lot of people called the reason for her eyepatch interesting as well. Perhaps it wasn’t so dull or mundane as she had initially thought. Perhaps she, herself, was not as dull or mundane as she thought. 

“It’s certainly a pleasure, Sir Rodrigo. You seem like a fun fellow to get to know, and I can certainly appreciate a person with your kind of confidence and wisdom. I feel a lot better about myself now that you say that. I guess it doesn’t matter how many battles you’ve been in, everyone is interesting in their own right, yes?” She offered. 

Then he complimented her attire! She just might blush from how kind he was being, but of course she didn’t. The Gothitelle was definitely flattered though. “Oh...! Ahhh... You like my dress? Thank you! My grandmother made it for me,” she chimed, an honestly earnest and ecstatic smile on her face. “I’m from Unova. It’s really pretty this time of year. Snowy and beautiful! Are you from this place? Wherever it is....? I don’t have the brochure with me right now.”

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[PoV: Rodrigo]

When she told me the reason behind her eye patch, I feel my own smile grow. “Oho, dull stories are the best!” I give her a friendly, reassuring nudge. “The dull stories means that no unfortunate events have befallen upon you, those who think otherwise are most often a sorry lot who seek to find validation by utilizing their sorrows instead of deeds.” Well, perhaps that’s a bit harsh…

“That is, those who seek to utilize their misfortunes to obtain pity and interest upon themselves.” I specify, to make it seem less judging. “Essentially, if your tale isn’t considered ‘exciting’ does not mean it isn’t interesting!” My smile widens into a full-blown grin. “And even then, your particular ‘tale’ is something I would never considered to be ‘dull’! You being a mystical seer is FAR more interesting than a Chesnaught getting into a bar fight, and the fact that you possess an eye that peers into the future is automatically an ear-catcher in my books.”

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just as an fyi I'm not going to be continuing rps from the xmas event! thats jus... a lot...

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She leaned into the very-much-larger-man’s touch; the idea of being pet sort of gave her a fatherly, or older brotherly sort of vibe. She enjoyed it and offered Rodrigo a soft smile. She listened to his story, maintaining interest throughout the whole thing. 

“Well, that sounds like a very intense memory!” she chimed, folding her hands in front of her. Her visible eye shined with enthusiasm. “As for my own eye, I don’t have any amazing memories or any cool battles. It’s quite dull. I’m a Seer, and my future-seeing eye simply manifested in the wrong spot when I was born. I get incredibly terrible migraines if my eye isn’t obscured in total darkness. It’s not a sore subject at all, so don’t worry about offending me.” 

She put a hand over her mouth to giggle at his joke. “I suppose we could definitely be each others’ eyes, sir!” The cyclops joke was definitely funny. This man was incredibly funny!

“I am Jhudora, and you are, sir?”

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Jhudora gestured for Ciel to follow her into the tent. It wasn’t immaculately decorated or anything, it just had a small table with cushions on either side of it, and a crystal ball set on top of it. There were some candles lit to make sure the tent wasn’t in complete darkness.

“I do something like that, but perhaps not what you’re accustomed to,” she said with a soft smile. “I can answer your questions only to an extent-- the future is a branching road of many paths, after all. I’ll try and narrow them down to the most likely future, though.” 

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Jhudora’s smile faded, her expression becoming more firm as her single eye met his gaze. She looked more serious than she had ever been.

“Death is not something for us to see; it will come when it will come,” she said, her voice containing a strong authority it did not normally have. “If we try to see death, it will deceive us and more often than not, that death will come because we did everything in our power to prevent it. Seeing death causes one to live in fear. That is why I do not predict death.” 

After that, her smile returned. “Do you have the money to pay for my services, Sir Skray? I’m afraid I do not exhaust myself in this way for free!”

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