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Amber Turino and Talen Turino's Journey; S3rple and Skittsicool
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Munchkinator Oct 20 2010, 05:43 PM Post #1
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[Journey start courtesy of MoreThanNinetales!]

The fog rolled in with your ship, creeping up on deck and chasing otherwise eager tourists back into their cabins. It was odd for there to be fog at all in Ayer, but it seemed determined to stay. The ship laid anchor, and the two of you went ashore with the other passengers. It was odd to hear the sounds of a busy city, yet be unable to see much of it. The constant tromping of boots and galoshes and constant chatter floated through the thick fog, giving one the peculiar feeling of being surrounded, yet isolated. It was hard to see more than a few feet in front of one's face. Even in this weather, however, there were Pokémon scurrying to and fro, snatching at women's purses and occasionally confronting the Pokémon other other trainers.

The great grey skyscrapers blended in with the fog, the lights shining through their windows one of the few indicators that they were actually there. That, and people kept disappearing into them. One grey building in general seemed to be popular. It bore a yellow banner that was half obscured by fog, proclaiming that something inside was free. It looked to be an inn; if you needed shelter, that would certainly be something to look at.

A few feet away from the inn, a Meowth sat at the doors of a restaurant. He would walk up to customers and walk in figure-eights around their legs, trying to gain a free meal. One woman, disgusted, kicked it away, and it retaliated in kind by biting her leg. She screeched and called for help, but there was nobody around to hear her, save for you two. The lady kept backing away, crying and apologizing, hoping it would go away. Two more Meowth came from around the corner and surrounded the woman, their tails twitching.

The relevance of all of this depends upon what you actually want to do. At this point, you were on the fringes of the town, the calmer part of the city. All the action was bound to happen inside the city, where the bulk of the people--and Pokémon--lived. Welcome to Tohea.
 
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Naive as she was, Amber had always pictured something...more to ferry journeys. She had often observed the ferries come and go into the popular port of Cinnabar during her long childhood days, and everything seemed much more...glamorous. Of course, the ships that bore a bunch of sweaty sailors, grizzled and grumpy after having to transport a cabin-full of fire stones to Celadon's Department Store, were a minor exception, as they became even more few and far between the older Amber grew. She was more entranced with the luxury liners that swept in from Fuchsia, part of the famous Seafoam Islands tour. Sleek ships of a crisp ivory and contrasting sable yawning to allow elegant ladies with jewel-encrusted dresses and silky feather boas to disembark, arm in arm with gentlemen adorned in stiff tuxedos, the sun winking over their elated figures. That was what ferry journeys were like.

This was not a ferry journey. This was grim.

Amber had spent much of the journey in her cabin, elbows pressed into her knees, hands hugging her chin as she blinked, thoroughly miffed, through the circular porthole that framed the grim scene. Ferry journeys were not foggy, they were sunny and warm and everything glittered. Unfortunately she could do nothing about the situation, and chose to reflect on other, more immediate things than a spot of awful weather. She had hastened to poke about the small, square room that she had borrowed for the duration of her time on the ship, searching for items left behind by previous occupiers. Discarded items often held a copious amount of personal information about a person, and, in regards to her beautiful little expectations of ships, she was determined to find a silver locket in a drawer, or a delicate hairpin down the side of the bed. Ironically, all that she discovered was a crumpled candy wrapper of a bright Capri hue in the wastepaper basket.

Dreams shattered, our heroine abandoned her search and flopped onto the small cabin bed with a deflated sigh, disturbing Peach, who was curled up on the pillow. The small rabbit had been quiet ever since they had taken the first shaky steps onto the ship, and even now she failed to announce her irritation in regards to Amber's sudden manoeuvre. Rolling onto her stomach in surprise, for silence was very out-of-character for this particular Nidoran, the teen regarded her Pokémon with quizzical chocolate eyes, furrowing her brows as Peach blinked soundlessly at her and allowed her long ears to droop onto her paws. She appeared a little greener around the whiskers than normal, and the only logical explanation was that the gentle, rhythmic bobbing of the ship was churning up seasickness within her little stomach.

"Aww sweetheart," Amber soothed, a smile creeping over her lips despite her expressed sympathy. Arching her back, she inched along the duvet slowly so not to disturb the Nidoran further, pressing her neck against the headboard so that she could curl around her Pokémon, cuddling her close into her chest as she slightly wondered what colour Pokémon vomit was.

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Sleep must have encapsulated them both, for Amber's next memory consisted of herself, Peach tucked lifelessly within the curl of her left arm, Talen's own in her right, as she staggered drearily through the fog that encapsulated Ayer's harbour, heavy irises obscured by grey. Thankfully Talen had chosen not to visit the dream police during the trip and was fresh as a daisy; well, as fresh as a daisy could be in sun-swallowing fog, weaving a trail through the numerous other passengers that lay concealed within the gloom. It was all Amber could do to let him lead, clinging to him desperately as she tried her best to shake off the lingering effects of sleep, compose herself and support Peach, whom appeared to be still feeling very sick and sorry for herself. Funnily enough, our whimsical teen also had the perfect ship disembarking scene lurking within the folds of her brain. And, guess what?

It did not look like this.

In the movies, young women would emerge from ships eager-eyed and willing, scurrying forward into the sunlight of a new world with full hearts and open minds, inhaling deeply as the prospect of a new start coaxed them into its embrace. They did not practically fall out of the vessel, stagger blindly through foggy wastelands relying on an older sibling to keep them upright, a Pokémon on the verge of throwing up clutched to their hip and a trickle of sleep-induced dribble slowly drying on their chin. Amber did not even have the slightest clue where she was, so being all 'OH MY GOD I'M SOMEWHERE' to create the same effect would be entirely redundant. She had snatched from the announcement from the captain seconds before departing that they were in this place called Ayer, give or take a few phonemes - she was far too groggy to absorb details -but that meant nothing without some scenery to accompany it, of which the fog was adamant to keep to itself. She made a mental note to question Talen on his reasoning in emigrating to such a mysterious land when she was less brain dead, for when he had mentioned it at home she had failed to gather some of the more important details on the basis that he was her elder brother, and he always knew what to do. The actual following him in packing her own bags and simply refusing to answer her mother when asked where they were going was starting to bother Amber, as it had been incredibly impulsive on her part. Waiting until they were settled somewhere and had a vague idea of where they were going and what they were doing would probably be the best time to question all the whys in this little episode, and therefore she stayed silent for now.

Repositioning Peach within her grasp, Amber turned her attention to not falling flat on her face and observing what was around her, in an attempt to better clarify what she had wandered into. It was mostly futile, for the fog lay thicker here than it did on the surface of the sea, yet she managed to familiarise herself with a few buildings which lay immediately in front of her, thanking her lucky stars that the government of Tohea had not chosen to construct a dock in the middle of nowhere. The particular details of said buildings were still a mystery, although they became sharper with each step the pair took, and therefore it was not long until our heroine happened to be an accidental witness to the little Meowth saga that was unfolding upon the misty streets.

She was not entirely sure how to react towards it. She had winced when the woman had booted the poor feral feline, smirked with glee for the Meowth when it had retaliated, yet became inflicted with concern when the woman began to shriek in pain, her good-natured self easily manipulated by the pain of others. She happened to feel Peach shift within her grasp at the sound and glanced down, the rabbit suddenly alert, ears erect with a small grin spreading across her lips. Being on tangible ground had certainly perked someone up.

"Schadenfreude," Amber muttered towards the Nidoran, interpreting her sudden smile being related to the fellow human's pain and shook her head slightly, her sienna ponytail tickling the nape of her neck. Peach snorted at the accusation and immediately struggled to be free, forcing Amber to drop her grasp from Talen and bend to the ground to release her. Seemingly back to her old arrogant self, Peach strutted about for a moment, stretching her limbs, before she hunkered down at the feet of her mistress in order to observe the drama.

Now free of her Pokémon's weight, Amber shook the pins and needles out of her arm as she contemplated how best to address the situation. The woman certainly had a nip coming to her, anybody who was unjust towards Pokémon deserved punishment, but the Meowth's droogs joining in on the action left the field a little one sided. That, and after literally just getting off a boat, it would probably be unwise for both Peach and Amber, respectively, to view any quantity of blood. Intervention was most certainly needed, and soon, leaving little time for careful plan formulation and construction. Impulse had been the word of the last two days, so she might as well give it a little more screen time.

I is for impulsive.

Exhaling sharply, Amber strode forwards, leaving everyone else in their little group to their own devices, carefully extracting a crumpled sweet wrapper from her blazer pocket. Now not feeling so dirty for rifling through a bin on her hands and knees, she twisted the crinkly paper through her digits, unwinding the protective outer layer to reveal the sweet droplet of sugar within. Now suitably close enough to the Meowth to be seen, yet leaving enough of a distance to abscond should something problematic occur, the teen crouched down, the valuable - this totally unknown to her - candy resting upon its wrapper in the centre of her outstretched palm.

"Heyyyy kitties! Look what I've got for you," Amber purred, a comforting smile sweeping her lips as she gestured towards the sweet, softly coaxing the felines towards her with gentle clicking noises.

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Edited by Clarity, Oct 22 2010, 06:33 AM.
 
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