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(ACE) The HEARTHOME Team

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Re: (ACE) The HEARTHOME Team

Post by Abysswalker on Sat Feb 03, 2018 8:29 pm


Route 212 | Night
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While the mansion is annoyingly difficult to navigate, with how it lacks any decent light source and all the human objects strewed around, at least their tiny group manages to find one of the rooms Beyonce mentioned. It's preferable to stumbling around in the dark all night. Moonlight fills a good part of this particular room, thank the Goddesses, and Michael can believe nobody's been here for a long time. Nothing but dust and all the things the humans left behind that he's not very familiar with. The entire place is practically screaming loneliness and tragedy.

"I can stand guard tonight. I don't sleep much anyway."

Michaels nods; out of everyone here, Wildheart's the least likely to faint in the middle of the night from sheer exhaustion, which obviously makes him the best choice. With guard duty already figured out, he walks over to...what is it that Beyonce said earlier? He remembers bedrooms and dressers, but hell if he knows what a dresser is. Most of the things in this room (bedroom?) stand taller than him, and Michael's not quite sure how useful they are. Hopefully Polnareff might know more; looking over, Michael can see Connor is sticking next to him again, no doubt still spooked by their newest tagalong. Speaking of Polnareff, he's still heavily injured, and then there's this damn leaf stuck in his own leg...

"Good, you can keep me company. I haven't slept in three weeks, no, more, but who am I to tell you that, anyways."

Oh, boy. "Good luck," Michael mutters at Wildheart, pitying the guy who would be stuck listening to their... verbose guest, putting it lightly. Goddesses know he wouldn't have a good time if he were to be in the other Pokemon's place.

"Yes, 'bout those lawn ornaments of mine! They're old and useless. The muscles to pull their limbs rotted away, the ones that didn't I sliced up. All they can do is try to wiggle and try to bite you without havin' lower jaws. I like to poke them with sticks sometimes and laugh at how much they despise their very existence."

That's...something. Yes, definitely something. A big "what the fuck", that's what it is. Michael doesn't like the thought of a bunch of wiggly, rotting corpses being right out in the garden; in fact, it turns his stomach. He would have to remember not to let Connor out there, unless everyone is up for giving the kid another panic attack (which nobody in their group is, he'd guess). Maybe if Michael pretends he heard nothing, the subject would be dropped. Instead, he turns his attention to more of the various objects inside this human room. He nudges at an overturned, metal cylinder that catches his attention, but it refuses to go back to a standing position. Useless, then?

"I don't get the point of this stuff. Most of it, anyways," Michael says, "Anyone here know what humans used when they were hurt?"


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Post by R'hia Kyrie on Tue Feb 13, 2018 4:52 pm


Hearthome City South Gate | Night | 27

Polnareff takes heed of exactly one thing out of the freakazoid’s words- human bedrooms on the left.  With Connor with him still, he hangs a sharp left into the room, finding one of the beds nestled closely into the corner, and half-flops, half climbs upon it, caring little for the little puff of dust that rises from the impact. There was some debris on the bed as well, but he hadn’t the care to actually clear off more than the corner that was needed.  He looks around for a moment before turning his back into the corner and leaning against the nearly deflated remains of a pillow. Comfort that was unspeakably welcome, though as his body yelled for rest, the dull throbs of his wounds and aches ensured he’d not pass out so quickly. Connor and Micheal seem unsure of what exactly beds are, and all Pol knew is that they were softer than the floor. ”You can come up here. They’re… soft.” Frankly, soft was all that he could say he wanted at this point. They probably used to be even softer, but even this is a warm welcome to he fucked up day and night.

He pats the bed he sits upon, a weak and soft little ‘bap’ as he gestures the invite to the two. He’d never admit it out loud, but at this point he’d rather have the reassurance that the two were with him, if they were willing to curl up beside him. He stays in a slumped leaning position, not caring to lay down completely- he’d want to have eyes on the door if something awoke him.

With no more adrenaline, no more reason to continue moving along, he concedes to looking about as messed up as he is. His eyes hardly stay open, sunken and dark even against his black fur. One arm lay slumped over his torso, instinctively covering the wound on his side a bit- the other lazily slung over his lap, legs splayed out. His eyes wandered over the room one last time before closing, and while sleep was not instant, he’d not be opening them again until he awoke.

((OOC: With team lead permission, gonna put Pol out of commission for a few rounds until either morning or some event wakes him up- be it the next post in the cycle or after a few. Total permissions given to have the bois like nuzzle up to him as adorably as possible and generally have your two physically interact with him, AbyssWalker!))
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Re: (ACE) The HEARTHOME Team

Post by NyraXerz on Sat Feb 17, 2018 9:57 am



Route 212 | Night | 18



"Good, you can keep me company. I haven't slept in three weeks, no, more, but who am I to tell you that, anyways." Wildheart internally groans, purposely looking away from the ghost. "Good luck" the zebra hears muttered to him...Arceus he would need luck to get through this night. "Sounds like fun..." He sighs, finding a spot near the doorway to watch down the hallway. "Anyone here know what humans used when they were hurt?" Glancing over his shoulder he sees Michael searching the weird human objects in the room.

A shiny cylinder, wood boxes of various sizes and styles. "I think I remember seeing one or two wearing long beige strips of some sort. Wouldn't know where they would keep them. Couldn't open their boxes if they were here." Wildheart hears the plop as Pol collapses on the ancient bed. A puff of dust accompanying the action which makes Wildheart's nose twitch as he holds in a sneeze. These pokemon really did look like they've been through hell...


((ooc: He's trying to describe bandages.))


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Post by Moon Moon on Tue Feb 20, 2018 8:32 pm


Route 212 | Night | 29

Twilight let out a loud yawn, and manifested near Michael. Her shadow leered at him with a cheshire grin. "You weren't paying attention. I said what they were earlier. They're potions, and they're shaped like uhhhhh, Sparky's head there. They got little triggers on them that you pull to spray the medicine. I think there's some in that desk over there. Or in another one, I forget." She, of course, didn't forget, but she wasn't going to make things easy for him. She had to cultivate that delectable disdain, and harvest it just as it was flowing forth. She took no joy in this, in fact, she didn't feel anything. She turned her attention back over to the Zebstrika mentioned.

"Youuuuu, were talking about bandages. I ain't seen any of those in a long time. The humans made sure to take those with them. But, you could probably just tear up some of the bed sheets and get the same kinda thing. Just remember to use the potions first. Aren't I helpful?" She said in the smarmiest voice possible. However, as she said this her face was completely expressionless. Oops, she forgot to make facial expressions. Noticing her dropped facade, she has her shadow rejoin the black silhouette of the bed.
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Post by Abysswalker on Fri Feb 23, 2018 2:28 pm


Route 212 | Night
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Before today, Connor had never been inside human places. He'd gone near them, but...first it was the city, now this "mansion". That's what the others called it before, right? It's so weird and everything is so close together, nothing like all the places he would travel to with Penelope, back when she was still with him. She's out there, somewhere, but why would she ever wander into a human "mansion"? What if by staying here, he never sees her again... no, that's impossible. Penelope is his sister, and would never abandon him like Halloween did. Though he still wishes she could be here right now, to protect him from the things that the shadow Pokemon said were lurking in the garden. Sure, Connor has other Pokemon here to keep him safe, but it's just not the same. Nobody can be the same as Penelope.

Even so, he still sticks as close as he can to Polnareff, watching the other Pokemon settle onto something he doesn't know the name of. It's sad how hurt Pol is, and all because he'd been fighting for them. Connor may feel tired and his paws may be aching, but he doesn't have the right to complain about it. He's lucky to even be alive after all that's happened!

”You can come up here. They’re… soft.” Connor perks up a little at the invitation. Polnareff wouldn't mind him being there? It doesn't look like there's a lot of room, but he's not very big himself. Would he really not mind? It takes a little effort, but putting all of his minuscule strength into his jump lets Connor get onto the bed without slipping off. Pol was right-this thing he's standing on is soft, especially compared to all the rough ground they've had to walk on all day. This is much better for his poor, hurt paws. Despite being dead tired, Connor can't help but smile a little bit. He takes a spot next to Polnareff that's as far from the door as possible, curling up close next to the other Pokemon and closing his eyes.


While Connor jumps up onto the bed, Michael is too busy looking around the room for something useful to notice the invitation was also meant for him. A part of him wonders if maybe Polnareff going to sleep isn't the best idea, not with how wounded he is, but it's not like they have the ability to-

"You weren't paying attention. I said what they were earlier."

Fucking hell, every time she pops up from whatever shadow she's sneaking about in, his heart takes another damn plunge. What, is it at his paws now? Beyonce must find this to be absolutely hilarious every time, ha ha, Michael is easily frightened and all I have to do is go through a shadow to get him.  Big fucking laugh.

They're potions, and they're shaped like uhhhhh, Sparky's head there. They got little triggers on them that you pull to spray the medicine. I think there's some in that desk over there. Or in another one, I forget."

"I didn't actually know what a potion is. But thanks for the info." Why the hell would a potion be shaped like Wildheart's head, anyway? That sounds both awfully convenient and a little unnerving.

Speaking of Wildheart, he provides his own answer. "I think I remember seeing one or two wearing long beige strips of some sort. Wouldn't know where they would keep them. Couldn't open their boxes if they were here."

Humans wear beige stripes when they're hurt? Huh. Michael wouldn't have ever guessed something like that; humans are a bunch of fucking weirdos, apparently. It's not really the most helpful thing in the world, but...at least he knows what to keep an eye out for. It's not like he'll be any better off getting anything around here open, either, as he's discovered by attempting to paw at some of the dressers (if that's what they're really called). Everything in this room seems clumsy, and ill-suited for Pokemon like him. Michael supposes that's because this is a human room, but still... it's inconvenient and annoying.

"Youuuuu, were talking about bandages. I ain't seen any of those in a long time. The humans made sure to take those with them. But, you could probably just tear up some of the bed sheets and get the same kinda thing. Just remember to use the potions first. Aren't I helpful?"

Michael shouldn't be surprised to hear there aren't any of these bandages, though whether he can trust Beyonce's word is another story entirely. Hell, she might be fucking with them and there aren't any potions, either, you never know. The most irksome part of it all is that she's so sarcastic and utterly devoid of perceivable emotion, it's almost impossible to guess her intentions other than "I love pissing people off". Great. At least she's made herself scarce for the time being, though that's not saying much when you're talking about a Pokemon that can quite literally become a shadow in the night.

"If anyone's going to be able to get that desk open, it's not me. I've already tried opening everything in this room," he grumbles, cursing every human ever for their shitty choices and lack of consideration for four-legged Pokemon. Michael also takes the time out of his night to glare at the leaf still in his foreleg, because it's seriously pissing him off. There's no way he's getting any sleep with this damn thing, and no sleep is exactly what he needs when they're in unfamiliar territory.

Luckily for Michael, some of the softer objects can be gathered without disturbing Polnareff and Connor... hopefully. If they're what Beyonce described as bedsheets, he has no idea, but he's willing to at least guess they'll be helpful. Opening desks and dressers and whatever may not be his forte, but it's not like he can't tear things up to use as bandages-but-not-actually-bandages. Even if they don't have any potions yet, it's better than nothing.

(knowing my luck I probably referenced him knowing what potions are earlier in the team and totally forgot about it lmao. Just a heads up, though, we'll likely be undergoing a timeskip next round.)


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((OOC: Gonna skip instead of putting Pol as idle, seeing as there will be a time skip :>))

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