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by Mundeo » Tue Jan 05, 2016 8:47 am
The Lendol Archipelago wrote:Dogma the Lucario
The Grey Sector, Livehold
The first thing he had noticed was the overwhelming anger, everyone was angry at something. Right now, two drunken pokémon, a Machoke and a Primeape, were intent on taking their anger out on one another.
With no hesitation, Dogma launched into action, coming between the two. He caught the Machoke's blow with his arm and neatly deflected it. He stood between them until they had calmed down. Taking a risk he left them a parting message, "You give fighting types a bad name."
by The Lendol Archipelago » Wed Jan 06, 2016 5:29 am
by Soviet Farm » Wed Jan 06, 2016 7:52 pm
by Russian people of america » Wed Jan 06, 2016 9:33 pm
by Harndar » Wed Jan 06, 2016 11:55 pm
by Mundeo » Thu Jan 07, 2016 4:14 am
The Lendol Archipelago wrote:Dogma the Lucario
The Grey Sector, Livehold
Turning to the Riolu, he cryptically replied "So I'm told."
The truth was that he didn't know who he was, only what people believed him to be. This suited him just fine, however, as he had no wishes to dredge up the past.
"There's no need to feel suspicious of the Grey Sector. Its inhabitants have it tough, and most are just trying to survive.
So, who are you and what is it that you want?"
by The Lendol Archipelago » Thu Jan 07, 2016 11:30 am
by Corvus Metallum » Thu Jan 07, 2016 10:00 pm
by Zadiner » Fri Jan 08, 2016 6:06 am
by Russian people of america » Fri Jan 08, 2016 3:21 pm
Corvus Metallum wrote:Depending on where one went in Livehold, the streets varied from being spotless, to needing a bit of tidying, to being absolutely filthy. It was quite obvious to most that the Blue and White Sectors were the most well kept, but the Gold Sector was surprisingly dingy for people who had only heard of it because of the Guild—given that it was one of the busiest market places on the continent, however, it was unsurprising for long time residents to see trash or litter in the alleyways. For the normally bright and cheerful Glaceon, being in a world of proper form and function—of manners and upright behavior at any given time—seemed oppressive, and she did not desire it for herself or anyone else. Many in the city would find it easy to mistake her for some noble or well-to-do in Livehold society based solely on what species she was, but anyone who had spent time with her knew that the only thing that could be described as “noble” was her type. She had been invited to a few parties with her Blue Sector neighbors, but she found herself disgusted with how snobbish most of them seemed to be. Although she had simply smiled and made small talk at those sorts of events, her heart throbbed and formed an empty pit when she heard the kinds of things being said about not only the Grey Sector, but many of her colleagues in the Guild; needless to say, she often left early, and, soon after moving to her current address, stopped going entirely.
On many nights such as this, Grace rarely ever planned a route or had any specific destination in mind; she always went wherever her feet felt like taking her. It was nights such as this where some would wonder how someone so oblivious to her surroundings could be one of the best in the guild or even be an explorer; on nights such as tonight, the sectors of the town seemed to blur together as she walked through them. Her brain, spent from what perhaps had been several days of writing, struggled enough to stay awake—processing what was going on around her was almost out of the question. The noise and music of the Red Sector—the calls of dime-store merchants and the sounds of the clubs—muddied and blended together in her ears as she walked through, barely taking notice of what was going on. When she finally stopped walking, she was on the other side of town, in the Grey Sector. The Grey Sector was the poorest portion of Livehold, and some considered it a bastion of discrimination—Ghost types were practically herded there after the Sunless Day. The Glaceon did not see some abstract concept of discrimination, or see the wretched things that went on in the Sector itself; she saw the children, their families, and the way they lived in a much different light because of what this district meant to her; it was home.
by Corvus Metallum » Fri Jan 08, 2016 9:40 pm
Russian people of america wrote:Life was hard in the Grey Sector. Anyone could see that between the falling walls and fire barrel's. It was also a breeding ground for crime, the newly born pokemon were quickly snatched up and used for a variety of purposes. Some were 'lucky' enough to make it to the Red Sector but most were pickpocket's, thieves, thug's, or drug dealer's in this area. Apart from the good pokemon who knew that there was more to life. He was safe from such pokemon as he had earned the Grey Sector's respect due to his tireless effort's to bring food and money into the Sector. Kenta smiled as he passed by a small corner and was immediately surrounded by six or seven young Eevee cubs. They were dirty and showed obvious sign's of hunger. The Yakoto family hadn't fared well in recent month's, he knew these cub's mother and father. A nice pair of Jolteons, he was a good friend of theirs. But hunger had forced them to do plenty of indecent thing's, including the fact that these cub's mother now worked in a brothel in order to get enough to pay for enough food for them to live another day. The father spent more most of his time scavenging and selling wares. Even so they were merely skin and bones. He lifted the sack from his back, giving each cub his or her own loaf of bread. They thanked him and he continued on. He stopped by several more houses, handing out a loaf of bread and some berry's to each. Suddenly he ran into something, someone. He fell back onto his haunches, looking in front of him in shock before seeing a glaceon. He blinked as he hadn't seen a glaceon in the grey sector in year's. Even then that had only been a noble. "I'm sorry" he apologized quickly, he should have paid more attention.
by Russian people of america » Sat Jan 09, 2016 12:19 pm
Corvus Metallum wrote:Russian people of america wrote:Life was hard in the Grey Sector. Anyone could see that between the falling walls and fire barrel's. It was also a breeding ground for crime, the newly born pokemon were quickly snatched up and used for a variety of purposes. Some were 'lucky' enough to make it to the Red Sector but most were pickpocket's, thieves, thug's, or drug dealer's in this area. Apart from the good pokemon who knew that there was more to life. He was safe from such pokemon as he had earned the Grey Sector's respect due to his tireless effort's to bring food and money into the Sector. Kenta smiled as he passed by a small corner and was immediately surrounded by six or seven young Eevee cubs. They were dirty and showed obvious sign's of hunger. The Yakoto family hadn't fared well in recent month's, he knew these cub's mother and father. A nice pair of Jolteons, he was a good friend of theirs. But hunger had forced them to do plenty of indecent thing's, including the fact that these cub's mother now worked in a brothel in order to get enough to pay for enough food for them to live another day. The father spent more most of his time scavenging and selling wares. Even so they were merely skin and bones. He lifted the sack from his back, giving each cub his or her own loaf of bread. They thanked him and he continued on. He stopped by several more houses, handing out a loaf of bread and some berry's to each. Suddenly he ran into something, someone. He fell back onto his haunches, looking in front of him in shock before seeing a glaceon. He blinked as he hadn't seen a glaceon in the grey sector in year's. Even then that had only been a noble. "I'm sorry" he apologized quickly, he should have paid more attention.
The sensation of almost being bowled over snapped the Glaceon out of her tired trance. For a moment, she was a bit dazed, as if she were a sleepwalker suddenly waking up in the middle of their trip--which, in all honesty, was somewhat accurate--but the words of "I'm sorry" caused her to turn her head towards the Absol that had uttered them. The look of surprise on his face seemed to indicate one of two things: either he had never seen a Glaceon before, or--the more likely option--she stuck out like a sore thumb in a district full of Dark, Ghost, and Normal type families. Whatever the case was, it seemed that the Absol was busy doing something or another, running about (being as tired as she was, it was natural that her brain did not process all of the details presented to her at the moment).
"It's fine..." she said tiredly, blinking a bit to keep herself from falling asleep where she stood. If it wasn't evident before, it became clear now that she was far more than exhausted. Her entire body was begging her to rest, to sleep, but for the moment she refused to do so. With a yawn, she added, "Wha-What are you doing out so late, anyway?"
by Mundeo » Sat Jan 09, 2016 1:09 pm
The Lendol Archipelago wrote:Dogma the Lucario
The Grey Sector, Livehold
Goodnaturedly, he replied, "I'm not much of an instructor, but I have helped people with their training throughout my travels. However, I'm not planning in leaving Livehold in the foreseeable future, and I'd be happy to help you with your training."
More serious now, with the smile gone from his lips, he continued, "Although I cannot sense anything... untoward within you, I need you to promise me that you shall never use the things I teach you for evil."
by Zadiner » Sat Jan 09, 2016 7:25 pm
by Corvus Metallum » Sat Jan 09, 2016 9:34 pm
Russian people of america wrote:Corvus Metallum wrote:The sensation of almost being bowled over snapped the Glaceon out of her tired trance. For a moment, she was a bit dazed, as if she were a sleepwalker suddenly waking up in the middle of their trip--which, in all honesty, was somewhat accurate--but the words of "I'm sorry" caused her to turn her head towards the Absol that had uttered them. The look of surprise on his face seemed to indicate one of two things: either he had never seen a Glaceon before, or--the more likely option--she stuck out like a sore thumb in a district full of Dark, Ghost, and Normal type families. Whatever the case was, it seemed that the Absol was busy doing something or another, running about (being as tired as she was, it was natural that her brain did not process all of the details presented to her at the moment).
"It's fine..." she said tiredly, blinking a bit to keep herself from falling asleep where she stood. If it wasn't evident before, it became clear now that she was far more than exhausted. Her entire body was begging her to rest, to sleep, but for the moment she refused to do so. With a yawn, she added, "Wha-What are you doing out so late, anyway?"
Absol shook his head briefly to clear his head. It was getting late wasn't it? He hadn't even noticed as the light of the sun had began to dip under the horizon and they were only left with the street lamps. "Me? I'm bringing the Grey Sector's citizen's some food. Life's hard enough around here for them, i can't afford enough medicine for everyone so i might as well make sure no one starves to death. Miss, are you okay? You look exhausted, i know a place where you could rest if you want. It's dangerous to be out wandering the street's at night. No doubt some of the beggar's noticed and are already planning some way to make a quick buck off of you". He took a breath realizing how fast he had spoke. He was tired and he might as well finish for the day. No one would be out other than the junkies and drunks. Not to mention that he couldn't just leave a noble running around the sector where she could get robbed and hurt. Usually he hated nobles, but she didn't seem as snobbish as the rest had been.
by Harndar » Sun Jan 10, 2016 1:56 am
by The Blazing Aura » Sun Jan 10, 2016 8:02 am
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by Russian people of america » Sun Jan 10, 2016 11:32 am
Corvus Metallum wrote:Russian people of america wrote:Absol shook his head briefly to clear his head. It was getting late wasn't it? He hadn't even noticed as the light of the sun had began to dip under the horizon and they were only left with the street lamps. "Me? I'm bringing the Grey Sector's citizen's some food. Life's hard enough around here for them, i can't afford enough medicine for everyone so i might as well make sure no one starves to death. Miss, are you okay? You look exhausted, i know a place where you could rest if you want. It's dangerous to be out wandering the street's at night. No doubt some of the beggar's noticed and are already planning some way to make a quick buck off of you". He took a breath realizing how fast he had spoke. He was tired and he might as well finish for the day. No one would be out other than the junkies and drunks. Not to mention that he couldn't just leave a noble running around the sector where she could get robbed and hurt. Usually he hated nobles, but she didn't seem as snobbish as the rest had been.
This Absol seemed to be quite the jabber-jaw....granted, one could easily say that about Grace as well, but at the moment "lethargic" seemed to be a better adjective. However, a ghost of a smile was able to make it past her tired face as he mentioned bringing food to the residents of the Grey Sector. Many times in her childhood her family had been forced to rely on the kindness and sympathy of others such as this one. The memories of such times were bitter-sweet, but now was not the time to go down memory lane. As tired as she was, he was right in that she was more likely to get robbed or mugged by the more desperate of the area, especially if they were hungry or drunk. "That would be appreciated," she replied, another yawn coming from her jaws as she spoke. Looking away for a moment, a small laugh left her mouth as a few children giggled and hollered as they chased one another outside the city's gates--no one patrolled this area, so there was no one from the upper echelons of the city to give them any hassle on the way out. Absent-mindedly, she added, "I remember sneaking out at night with my brothers to go chase fireflies by the pond right outside that gate over there..."
by Corvus Metallum » Mon Jan 11, 2016 7:21 am
Russian people of america wrote:Corvus Metallum wrote:This Absol seemed to be quite the jabber-jaw....granted, one could easily say that about Grace as well, but at the moment "lethargic" seemed to be a better adjective. However, a ghost of a smile was able to make it past her tired face as he mentioned bringing food to the residents of the Grey Sector. Many times in her childhood her family had been forced to rely on the kindness and sympathy of others such as this one. The memories of such times were bitter-sweet, but now was not the time to go down memory lane. As tired as she was, he was right in that she was more likely to get robbed or mugged by the more desperate of the area, especially if they were hungry or drunk. "That would be appreciated," she replied, another yawn coming from her jaws as she spoke. Looking away for a moment, a small laugh left her mouth as a few children giggled and hollered as they chased one another outside the city's gates--no one patrolled this area, so there was no one from the upper echelons of the city to give them any hassle on the way out. Absent-mindedly, she added, "I remember sneaking out at night with my brothers to go chase fireflies by the pond right outside that gate over there..."
Absol blinked and listened to her, watching her obvious tiredness. She was so helpless right now, he could rob her if he wanted to. Luckily for her he wasn't desperate and despised muggers. Suddenly she spoke up and he answered back almost without thinking. "You've been around here before"? He assumed noble's remained in their respective blue sector. He knew they did, he was born to a noble family but maybe society had changed enough to allow the upper class to associate with the society's lowest class citizens. He doubted it though, the noble's were snobbish and rich and had no reason to be in the city slums. "Maybe you could go out tomorrow, it's getting late and you look ready to faint, miss." An Absol and a Glaceon, what odd pokemon to see together here in the city slums. He thought he might have noticed her smile after his mention of feeding the poor, maybe she wasn't a total snob. "I'm Kenta by the way" he smiled and blinked to clear away his tiredness. To his left another pup bounced along. A teddyursa cub, who looked to only be skin and bones. He tugged at Kenta's food sack, licking his parched lips. Kenta turned his attention to him immediately, allowing his to drink from his canteen of water before handing him a few loaf's of bread from the Red Sector. They were the good kind, far better than the vendor's outside the city or in the slums sold. The cub hobbled back into a destroyed builidng without utteringa word, eating his bread viciously. Kenta turned back to the Glaceon. "I have a friend who owns an inn just outside the walls, the Calm Rapidash if i remember right. An Alakazam named Gorô Arai owns it. Maybe you've met him, he's a bit old and can be strange at times but he means well. He employ's those from the Grey Sector so that they have a stable income, he's a good person". He realized that she was probably too tired to care, so he shook his head and so he began towards the city gates "Follow me".
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