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 Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2024 9:36 am
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Requiem of Whyspers When the other student began to cough, Clare’s eyes went wide for a moment, concerned they may need medical attention. It was only a moment later that their breathing evened out again and they began to speak, at which point Clare’s cheeks flushed a dark lavender hue as they blushed in embarrassment. That question just kept coming up more and more since they had come to the academy and with every instance, the lack of an answer was becoming more and more of a sore spot. “Um…yeah. I’m definitely a hybrid.” They responded after a moment, struggling not to stumble over their words as they did. Indigo’s respond regarding Ms. Thyme were lost almost immediately, the hybrid now trying to become even more transparent than they already were in the hope of simply disappearing for a bit. Why was their appearance always the first thing people commented on?
"Figured..." Indie commented, letting out another little cough and then clearing his throat before speaking again. "I've never seen a Poison type like you though. You from some far off region or something?" He asked her another question, still in that raspy vape damaged voice. Wait, how did he know she was a Poison type? Nothing screamed 'Poison type' about the glass woman, she wasn't purple nor did she have any sharp points to inject toxins. Indie either took a very lucky guess or he was more acute than his appearance led one to believe. "...you're getting more see through, that's a neat trick. You must have some interesting Pokemon where you're from." |
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Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2024 5:57 pm
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Blizzard120 With the class finally over, Tristen would take a note, homework was assigned to him and the others. This shouldn’t be too hard…he did something similar to this with the stuff Freth gave him at the headquarters and maybe the notes he took would be of a help. He would stash his belongings back to his pack and start to make his way out, only to be stopped by Ms. Tyme once more. A math buddy? Penny was probably already taken; he is the new student to class after all, even though he wouldn’t have minded being partners with her again in another class. Though the thought with partnering with Leslie didn’t sit well with him. On the flip side, with how Nemona volunteered so enthusiastically, especially after her introduction at the start of the class, Leslie’s blabbing about the team, and Penny’s exasperation of Nemona’s antics, it was a case of pick one’s poison. The fact that her last partner ended up going to another class this period was also a red-flag at the back of Tristen’s mind. He might end up having to look over his shoulder. A lot. “…um, I guess that’s fine.” Tristen said, looking over towards Nemona for a brief second then back at Ms. Tyme.
"Yes! Score!" Nemona shouted as Tristen seemed fine with her being his math buddy. She then quickly realized that she said that out loud and not just in her head and looked from Ms. Tyme to Tristen and back nervously. "Uh...sorry, I'm just really passionate about...math..." She said, chuckling nervously. Ms. Tyme just shook her head, already having an idea as to what that was about but it really wasn't any of her concern.
"If you need any help with the homework please reach out to Ms. Nemona, Mr. Tristen. Now have a good day both of you." She said, seeing them off.
Apparently while Tristen was paying attention to Ms. Tyme Nemona had slipped away, completely gone but did somehow slip a piece of paper in her hand with her phone number with the words 'Math Buddy' on it with the word '+Battle' written more hastily behind the word 'Math'. As Tristen looked at the paper Penny walked up to Tristen, noticed it, and sighed. "That's Nemona for you...I don't envy you, Tristen. Catch you in third period." With that Penny was gone too.
Now it was time for second period, languages with Mr. Salvatore. |
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Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2024 6:26 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 19, 2024 11:25 am
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SubonicXP "Order whatever you like, dear Monique. I hear those potatoes are something of a specialty for this place." He replied to Monique in particular.
Monique, hungry, ordered a plate of potatoes. Just as it came out, larger than expected, Sub began talking. It appeared she was headed for western Paldea to take on a Dark-type specialist, though details were still sketchy. As Sub talked, Monique was eating the food, which seemed to be directly tailored to satisfy her hunger. Note to self: Learn how to cook potatoes. Once Sub left, some of the group cleared out, although the sheriff of New Po was determined to become the sheriff of New Potato by finishing her meal.
Before long, the plate was empty, and it was time to go. She called for a taxi and was soon squawking her way into the air over western Paldea... |
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2024 2:11 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2024 9:29 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2024 4:03 pm
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Reno Vantas Slowly beginning to walk away from Tyme as she continued talking to herself, Leslie would eventually catch herself on what she was doing and come to a stop. "Oh, sorry. I'll see you later. Just got...distracted. Hope you have a good day, Ms. Tyme." Leslie added, quickly turning to take off for....potentially class. Although whether or not she would reach that class before she ended up distracted again was anyone's guess.
Leslie, the ever impatient girl, would enter the academy's stairwell on her way to her next class, almost always eschewing the heavily trafficked elevator since arriving, especially after class let out. Plus her hammer was a nuisance in such spaces. As Leslie descended the stairs she would come across a lone Vileplume, the large sentient flower taking up most of the next landing.
"Plume? Vile!" The Vileplume chimed as it spotted Leslie, initially unsure of her but quickly recognized her. For a bright moment Leslie might not recognize the Grass type, at least not until it took out a pair of Black Glasses and put them on, giving off a mischievous grin as it unleashed a puff of Sleep Powder directly into Leslie's face.
"Time to go for a little trip, my thwack happy friend..." A familiar voice said from behind the girl as she drifted off to sleep. |
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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2024 6:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2024 5:14 pm
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As Tristen made his way in, he noted he made it in relatively early, namely due to how close the classes were to each other. That was okay; gave him more time to actually try to mingle about the class and start trying to get to know other students. A realization came to him; he quickly looked over his shoulder, seeing that Leslie in particular wasn’t showing up. Tristen sighed in a bit of relief…perhaps she wasn’t scheduled to come in here. Given her introduction to Penny and other students, he was not up for having a miserable time today. He needed to salvage any face that he could with anyone else. He then notice Mr. Salvatore, the supposed teacher for this class, wasn’t here either.
He then perked up, hearing the familiar voices of B and E. Looking over, he was a bit glad to see a friendly face as opposed to what he just got done dealing with. He didn’t need too much convincing to make his way over towards the open desk they pointed out. “B. E. How are you two doing? Classes going okay?” he asked the two as he made his way to the desk and sat down in it. Though he realized something just now…he doesn’t recall being around these two without Matteo, and on their own, they’re kind of…unrestrained. If lunch time yesterday was any indicator, Matteo ended up reeling them in a bit when they got a little eccentric for their own good. Maybe they won’t be too much of an issue.
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2024 6:01 pm
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Posted: Wed May 01, 2024 8:00 pm
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It had taken her a day of attending classes, asking around, and being very pointed in her asking, but Leslie managed to cajole her way into the extracurricular classrooms. After that, it had been an entire night spent welding, riveting, screwing, and collecting material to create her new masterpiece. While she hadn't been able to recover her scrapped together hammer from where she was blown away from the Schedar Base, she did have a better idea of what she wanted and the possibilities of what could be accessed in the school grounds once she proved that she had something between her ears besides a block of tungsten. While it was only a single night's worth of work, it was a solid base model that would be able to be reliably upgraded once she had more free time to do so.
So what if she hadn't slept at all and was still hauling a bludgeon that weighed the same as a motorcycle around? She had accomplished her mission and now just had to wait for GRAY to finally track down where her prey had slinked off to this time. Maybe it too had advanced in the face of this struggle? All the better for her inevitable victory over it. First, the bird. Then, elevators. How dare they banish her from using the elevator to get to class, just because "You weigh more than five students combined".
And why was there a Vileplume on the landing?
She had enough time to register the Black Glasses as a warning when she ate a faceful of Sleep Powder. Falling backwards as she felt herself slipping away, she could only manage a half-hearted growl towards her assailant before her own exhaustion made sure the Sleep Powder did its job.
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2024 6:41 pm
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It would be there that Tristen started to realize things were spiraling out of control. Matteo heard this rumor too? Was it today? Matteo didn't seem all that different than what he normally was this morning before class...well, for the two-ish days that he had known him, at least. Though who was this kid that told Matteo? For that matter, who in the world started this rumor? He still couldn't help but to think back to that initial class. Tristen still couldn't bring himself to believe that anyone would have thought that he, let alone Castform, was a strong duo on the battlefield. He thought back to the battle itself, wondering if that would provide any sort of clue and the only thing that could maybe give everyone the wrong idea was how Reno and the others had their Pokemon gang up on Castform as they did, when the whole intention was to provide support.
What if it was the possibility that someone in Snagem was spreading these rumors? Leslie already showed just last class that she was more than happy to blab about anything, much to his chagrin, who is to say that anyone else would have done it deliberately or otherwise. But who that is still here and not out roaming the region to take on Team Star, the gym leaders, or whatever this Ms. Raifort is doing, would go out of the way to put the proverbial buzz in everyone's ears and why? Was it all Leslie? Just spouting off whatever in the world she wanted to say regardless of anyone's opinions? Tristen didn't intend on making himself known like that; at least not right away. He wanted to be known for being him, to see what it is to make friends not of the headquarters, to effectively be a teenager, and not just another extension that is the entity of Snagem. But two days in on his own and its coming off borderline impossible.
Wait...battle studies. Ms. Dendra's class...Matteo found out yesterday afternoon. Perhaps before the class happened when Tristen was on the way there. He tried to think back to the students that were in that class at that time but he didn't recognize anyone in particular. Then again, he had to admit, he didn't pay too much attention either to who not of Snagem was in that class. The thought unsettled him a little. The question is, however, does he just accept it? Or keep on the gradually failing facade? Matteo himself already suspects something as is and even though Matteo did seem a little wishy-washy on the matter with Tristen's own attempts of Agility, that was only going to leave him guessing for so long.
"I am kind of wondering where these people think I'm that good of a trainer." Tristen said. "I just got here. I mean..." Tristen shook his head a little. He is trying desperately not to show it, but dejection was slowly starting to creep out of him. "...I guess I could try?" He then said with a shrug.
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