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April/May Event 2022
| April/May 2022 | ||
 | Spring Festivities | |
As April rolls in, the stormy season of Hisui is starting to die down into simple, lighter rains. March comes in like a Pyroar, and goes out like a Wooloo, as they say in some regions. Sunny days mostly outnumber the rainy ones, bringing a general sense of cheerfulness to the village. | ||
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| Charmed, I'm Sure |  | |
| Particularly popular is the exchange of small charms for luck, strong bonds, and love. Locals will be happy to sell, make, or share the recipes for these charms, as well as explain their meanings. Lucky Charm: A small clover-shaped charm said to bring good luck to anyone who possesses it. Gifted as a sign that you're thinking about someone, and hope they're doing well. Bonding Charm: A knot-shaped charm said to encourage strong bonds of kinship. Give one to a stranger you wish you knew to begin a lasting friendship. Memory Charm: A sakura flower-shaped charm that is said to carry the memories of those you love and those who love you. Give it to someone you care about, platonically or otherwise, to remind them they are loved. And feel free to make your own charms as well! Warding charms, strength charms, charms with peculiar blessings specific to the person gifting them - the world is your oyster. | ||
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 | Egg Hunt | |
On a more biological note, this is also the time of new life - and that means pokémon eggs. Lots of them. All throughout the deepest reaches of the Obsidian Fieldlands, one can find nests, abandoned eggs, and baby pokemon fresh from the shells. It would be cute if it didn't mean that other pokemon in the area are also getting more aggressive to defend their young. Stay on your toes as you travel! | ||
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EGG CLAIM
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A Mild Male Togepi with Standard Ability!
One for a ghosty boi!
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Timid Cubone with Standard Ability!
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A Brave Female Blitzle with Standard Ability!
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Oh man we need to do parenting things now.
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A Bold Male Popplio with Standard Ability!
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A Brave Munchlax with Standard Ability!
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A Timid Female Feebas with Standard Ability!
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A Docile Female Piloswine with Standard Ability!
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A Bold Male Makuhita with Standard Ability!
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A Gentle Female Spoink with Hidden Ability!
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A Docile Male Gulpin with Standard Ability!
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A Timid Female Minun with Standard Ability!
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A Hardy Female Sunkern with Standard Ability!
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A Naughty Audino with Standard Ability!
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A Docile Sinistea with Standard Ability!
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A Bashful Rookidee with Standard Ability!
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I. Across the sea of Time and Space...! Arrival thread!
While spring festivals begin to kick into gear in Jubilife, someone new falls from the sky. He lands unceremoniously along the shoreline of Windswept Run, mercifully clothed in some frankly ridiculous bright blue and yellow Hisuian attire, of course, armed only with an Arc Phone and a Pokeball that, by sheer dumb luck, is accidentally popped open before its designated owner is alert enough to realize what's happening.
He does eventually figure out what's happening, though, thanks in no small part to having somewhat recently been on the receiving end of such a visitation, albeit one that, from his perspective at least, was much more graceful than this. That doesn't quite explain why the not-human Chatot child hopping around in the grass beside him can't speak to him, though, or even begin to broach the issue of where he is or where he ought to go. Perhaps you find him out here in the Fieldlands, inspecting things everywhere from Deertrack Heights to the Heartwood. If no one from the Security Corps finds him first, Chatot won't arrive at base camp until late in the evening, exhausted both by a day of trekking and by the utter annoyance that this petulant feathered infant assigned to him has been dogging his heels with all day long. She won't stop copying every word he says, and she's much too unfocused to be any use in battle. At least he's able to somewhat handle himself without her, though. In any case, if you meet him at the gate that night, you'd best be prepared for some very irate and completely undeserved tongue-lashings from this hard-working fellow who only wants some dinner and a good night's rest.
II. Guess who has two thumbs? Charms!
Give the poor guy some sleep and he'll be...well. Not much better, really. Chatot - the baby, not him - is no less irritating than when he first got here, and now that he's rested and settled a bit more he's forced to confront the simple fact that yes, he is human for the foreseeable future. The realization is much more daunting than he ever imagined it would be, and at the back of his mind he can't help but to wonder at how that child at the Guild kept their cool as well as they did.
But if a child can handle it, certainly he, Chatot, spokesbird of Wigglytuff's Guild and seasoned adventurer, can take it even better. And what better way to handle a generous helping of existential crisis than to immediately find some manner of menial task with which to distract oneself from said crisis? It's quite a prime time for food and crafts, after all.
When Chatot learns of this charming local tradition of crafting, then, he immediately throws himself into it. His supplies look remarkably more like stray garbage than anything that might go towards the creation of a heartfelt keepsake, but he seems quite proud of himself nonetheless and confidently sets up shop atop his outrageous coat, strewn over the ground like a picnic blanket. Yes, everything is well-organized and tidy, perfectly prepared. All that remains now is to...actually make these things.
So he starts. And fails. And starts again. And fails again. And he continues to make fruitless attempts to cobble together any kind of knick-knack to his satisfaction long into the afternoon, the young Pokemon he has resigned to addressing as his apprentice "helping" in, of course, only the least constructive ways.
If you're passing by, you may hear a string of very, very angry (but somehow entirely G-rated) exclamations from this peculiar man, accompanied by the joyous echoes of his ornery pupil. Who knew having hands was so hard?
III. Not Entirely New Stories about home!
It takes no small amount of time, but eventually Chatot does prove that he is in fact capable of relaxing and having fun, in his own grouchy ways. This is still a world of Pokemon, you see, albeit somewhat different than the one he knows. In time, his scholarly curiosity can't be denied any longer: he wants to learn all about this mysterious new land, how humans and Pokemon live in it, and what secrets may yet lie on the horizon. He's no starry-eyed novice, of course, but the promise of a largely unexplored frontier is still enough to get his heart fluttering, even if at the same time he can't help but wish with a pang that the Guildmaster were here with him to charge off into the next delightful adventure.
As it is, though, the company around here is (mostly) plenty tolerable. Some here, likewise, are inclined to learn about his world as well, both locals and fellow visitors alike. Chatot certainly doesn't mind talking about that, of course; he's given more speeches and lectures at this point than he has feathers in his wings, and would be more than happy to give even more. These Pokeballs, in particular, he will not hesitate to point out don't exist where he's from. And furthermore, they are quite frankly despicable inventions in his mind, useful only for detaining the absolute worst of the worst.
...And even then, he's no longer sure he believes that one can reliably decide who really is the worst. But that is an issue to be discussed in confidence...Or, perhaps, with someone who strikes just the right chord.
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Has no idea what to make of what Chatot has been lecturing. Honestly he sort of crept into it from the side, about as ghostly as his actual pokemon (still in the ball)- despite, well, being as bright seeming as the darn sun. More than likely the original target of the lecture was one of the local kids, but if Emporio is sitting here listening where a local has wandered off to play elsewhere, then what's the shame in that.
At least someone is listening right??? ....Right???
Uh.
"Uhhhhhhhh...." He suddenly feels....anxious. "...can't pokemon break out of the balls when they want though..?"
At the very least, he's seen Litwick crawl right back in it in a flash whenever he's tried letting the little guy out in the middle of the day.
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"Could you get yourself out if you found yourself inside of a sturdy box? Some Pokemon, you are right, are natural escape artists, or are powerful enough that a simple machine can't contain them. But what about my apprentice here?" "Apprentice here?"
"She is quite strong for a hatchling, yes, but if I wanted I could restrain her just with my...errm, my hands. Perhaps if she Pecked enough, she could indeed force her way out, but why would I subject her to that in the first place?" "First place?" He gently places a hand on his companion's head in a gesture of reassurance. "Chrrp!"
"It sounds miserable, doesn't it?" "Miserable."
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There's just one thing that has him wondering about the matter. "Erm...."
He looks at his pokeball. And then up at the sky. It's not especially sunny out (and frankly speaking Litwick isn't weak to sunlight he's just a pansy), but. Hm.
"Well, it's more..."
He gently tosses it to the ground, letting Litwick out. Briefly, the candle stretches and yawns.
Then he immediately looks up, scowls, and sludges right back over to Emporio's feet to reach for the pokeball.
"Ah- okay okay! I'm sorry, I just didn't know how to put this to words..!!"
Alright, back in they go!!
The boy sighs, and looks at Chatot. "...I have more trouble getting him to come out if anything..."
Emporio Alniño
[After a month of time in Hisui, Emporio has only barely found footing for himself. He has helped, where he can- a common sight to be seen going in and out of Beni's in order to assist with food supply, enough so that he has either jokingly or warningly (it's unclear, he finds) questioned if he's part of the Survey Corps or the Supply Corps.
He has, however awkwardly, adjusted to the clothes he's been given- though it is not uncommon to see him layering what was once an early modern baseball uniform over his top before going out into the field.
Both it, and his cap, are never so much as slightly scuffed when the next morning comes.
Still- despite his nerves and his habit of keeping quiet and to the shadows of the village, he seems to at least somewhat be making connections to the people there- both native and otherwise. Perhaps there's some pity to be had from the villagers. Perhaps it's more suspicion than anything else.
Either way, Emporio enters April much the way he did most days of March; adjusting his outfit clashing cap in the mirror, brushing off any dust from the simple survey uniform he has, and heading out the door.
Maybe into someone's path. Or, maybe in time for someone else to get in his path, who knows.]
[Memory Charm Melancholy]
[This trend of charm making has swept through the village quickly. For obvious reasons to most, of course- it's tradition, it's spring, and it's simply 'time'. But Emporio is unfamiliar with any tradition like it, or indeed, any tradition at all perhaps, so it takes some time for him to sit through any explanations.
One can find him in the middle of one that leaves him...somewhat lost in his emotions.]
So this one is...a 'Memory charm'? [he asks, hesitant as the charm seller explains. It's meant to carry the memories of those the holder loves, and those who love them. Meant to be given to someone a person cares about, as a reminder of that love.
Emporio, whether someone eelse overheard that explanation or not, thus simply stares at the sakura-flower charm in his hands and goes silent.
It's not hard for anyone approaching to guess why.
After all, he can't remember who the people who loved him were.]
[In the Bushes, with the Fastball]
[Little by little, Emporio has been getting better at actually doing his real job. To be fair to everyone- and especially to himself- he's not been doing too poorly for someone who woke up with utterly minimal thoughts in his head. Already, a few people from the accompanying team while heading out have asked if he might have been some sort of trainee for this work with how unfamiliar he is with pokemon and yet not with throwing pokeballs. Others, in contrast, have asked if he could please try not to throw so hard.
Whether for better or worse though, the boy is at least doing his best- which is why today, as he carefully and quietly crouches through the grass beneath the sun in the field lands, he readies his aim with a single carved wooden ball in hand.
And throws, the pokeball spinning and soaring with the kind of skill that would make any amateur baseball pitcher nod in approval.]
PwWW-FFF!
[At least until the end.]
T -OK!
[It manages to slam into the massive rapidash's head just as it comes walking in front of the young ponyta herd carefully patrolling the area for the sake of nesting herdmates.]
Um- !
[For a brief, heartstopping second, the rapidash is in the ball.
By the time it is back out, angrily pawing the ground with a hoof, Emporio has promptly laid down in the grass to stare widely at the sky in mute horror.
He refuses to move.
Oh god, he cannot let himself move.
This was the biggest mistake he's ever made-]
Bushes with the fastball holy FUCK emporio—
Oh my god.
That's not good.
And he's just laying there.
Yuzu just happened to be surveying nearby, and thank god she was?? By some miracle, Emporio has remained still enough that even after breaking free from the Pokeball, this Alpha Rapidash has yet to see him.
She can only wonder how long that'll last. ]
Holy shi—
Oh my god??
...welp, he's screwed.
[ Neither of them are dumb enough to immediately run out there, but they obviously need to help somehow!
She's also very fortunately hidden, racking her brain to try and come up with a solution while the giant fire horse eyes the area around where Emporio is suspiciously. ]
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It just sort of.
Keeps watching.
If Yuzu makes her way quietly over while in the grass, she'll see that Emporio seems to have just. Entered a complete state of quiet zen, or perhaps utter terror, eyes practically glazed as they stare upward.
How could this Hadplen....]
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...potentially in his direction, which would get him killed, no matter how still he is. All it takes is for this Rapidash to take a few steps in his direction to try and get a better look—ohhh god that's exactly what that horse is doing. Shit.
Yeah, she no longer thinks that Emporio in all of his quiet zen/utter terror is gonna keep him alive. At least, not for much longer. She could send out a Pokemon to distract, or... ]
Please work...
[ She has no idea what most of these berries do but she pulls out an Oran Berry... Pokemon like these, right? So... she lobs one over to a space behind the Rapidash.
Please walk in the direction of the berry instead of the small boy, oh massive fire horse. ]
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And walks slowly toward it...
...And finally, mercifully, bends their head down to scoop it from the ground.
...
Success?]
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She has one more on her, so she'll toss it just a little further away and start to slowly creep toward Emporio. Time to go, now??
Or at least, that's the plan... until a gust of wind comes through just as Yuzu tosses the Oran Berry and... ]
Bonk!
[ Now it's Yuzu's turn to have her face turn completely pale. The Rapidash immediately swerves, now looking directly at Yuzu.
No amount of stillness in the world could have saved Yuzu at this point. ]
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And then.
The rapidash rears, and gives an echoing whinny. Hooves stamp the ground, and fire blazes from their mouth.]
.....Uhhhhhhhh...
[HEY YUZU???]
What just happened..?
[They should really Run.]
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[ The whinny alone is enough to knock Yuzu back a bit, falling to the ground... and immediately scrambling back to her feet as the Rapidash starts to run directly at her...! ]
wHYYYYY!!!?
[ She lunges and rolls out of the way, just barely avoiding the incoming Flame Charge. Not to self, berries are useful... just make sure you don't hit a Pokemon with it.
Well... at the very least... the Rapidash is very distracted now?? ]
RUN!!
[ Something that she herself should also do, but also Emporio. Especially Emporio. ]
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[He doesn't have to be told twice. They're running as fast as possible, and Emporio points toward a particular direction as he shouts.] It-
It should only be starly in that direction..!! Let's go..!!
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[ The second time! This is the second time she's had to run from this fire horse! Why does this keep happening!? In any case, she's immediately running as fast as possible too, following the direction that Emporio suggested.
Though they were evidently still in what this Rapidash considered their territory, because once they skid to a halt, the Rapidash is back to charging at them from behind. ]