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Post by Bernadette Albertine on Jul 21, 2014 22:36:56 GMT -5
you are my liberty A girl sighed as she made her way through the woods. Night air encircled her, thick and black, relieved only by the blueish light emanating from a lampent and a chandelure that hovered silently at her shoulders and the soft glow of a pumpkaboo toddling just in front of her. Her pale skin showed almost grey in the dim night; her platinum hair took up almost fire-like orange and blue hues under the lights that glowed from her companions. It was bad enough without the gengar and umbreon accompanying them, but their path seemed to lead somewhere entirely disconcerting indeed.
As they walked towards the haunted mansion, the girl hummed softly to herself. She rooted through the bag at her side briefly and procured a bag of berries that she had picked when they had awoken. "You know," she began, flicking her wrist downwards to pop a berry into the mouth of the gengar at her side, "I have the oddest feeling that we'll make a new friend tonight. But never mind that, I think we're almost there."
A shape of a house could vaguely be made out a little ways from them. Even from where they were it looked decrepid and spooky. "Our kind of place," thrummed the girl happily, pausing her walk for a moment. "Don't you think?" words: __ | tagged: ___ | notes: __
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Post by Sou Kou on Jul 22, 2014 11:18:28 GMT -5
 & recreate a place that's my own world
Words always failed to come from my lips, a sky of blackness stretching out before me keeping me speechless. Well, stretching out above the trees that were before me. The stars that were unavailable to my sight still existed despite the fact that they weren't in my line of vision. Darkness radiated around me like an aura. But this thick air had been clad to me since childhood. Not something I could personally change; maybe it just went with my type?
Regardless to my image, an evil scary ghost that will tear you apart if you defy it, I didn't think I was that bad. I reached up to finger the flowercrown up atop my head. Yes, you heard it. A flowercrown. A gift from the passive and calm little pokemon on the island. I'd tried to rid myself of it, but it just kept getting remade, so it was like a trademark now. Big bad Gengar! With a flowercrown.... Best newspaper headline you'll ever read.
Now, you ask where my endless walk may be going. Well, my good friend, to a beloved place of mine. Or hated. It was a half and half kind of relationship. The Haunted Mansion. The land of the banished. I honestly didn't find the pokemon to be too bad, but lord knows I can't defy the peacekeepers and ranting pokemon of the island.
I gave a yawn and turned to make my way in, but I saw something... interesting. Pale skin, pale hair, and what was that? Ghost pokemon? I grinned at the sight. Most people found ghost pokemon... nerve-racking? Not like I could blame them considering there were a lot of terrible ghost types, but not all were bad. I waltzed up towards the girl, large red eyes blinking. I couldn't really communicate with her correctly, but I'd assume she be able to see by body language that I wasn't a threat. "Gengar?" Hello? (this is my staff master account, gengar/sully is my island guardian<3)
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Post by Bernadette Albertine on Jul 22, 2014 17:45:51 GMT -5
you are my liberty Suddenly, it grew even colder than it had been around the girl. This usually meant that another ghost pokemon was approaching her, in particular a gengar given their tendency to make the air around them frigid. As such, she was not surprised even in the slightest as the large shadow-creature approached her.
"Oh, hello there," she replied to its speaking, looking briefly into the emptiness of its eyes before glancing away out of modesty. It was generally better to avoid a stare-down with pokemon, especially ones that were only an inch shorter than oneself and capable of destroying you easily. Still, she glanced back, only to notice the flower crown on its head. A smile graced her lips.
"I've heard of you," she said, her voice strange and whispery, "You're king, so to speak at least, on this island, aren't you? A noble gengar indeed."
She wasn't sure if the pokemon understood her. Usually the ones that had spent a while with humans could, but the wild ones were sometimes oddballs when it came to that. She continued anyway.
"I'm Bernadette, and these are my friends. Don't worry, they stay with me by choice. All of them decided they liked me enough to stick around when I met them, aside from the umbreon. She's Plum. Was a gift from my mother, you see. The point is that I wouldn't attack you or force you in a little ball. That's almost cruel."
She sighed, settling her stance so more weight was on her heels.
"Are you hungry? I'm afraid I haven't anything but berries to feed you, but if you'd like those we can share."
"Gengar! Gen.." added her own showy companion. They're not a typical meal of our, but they're alright.
The girl smiled. "Making friends, Menodora?" words: __ | tagged: Sou Kou | notes: Oh, I see! Awesome!~
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