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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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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..."