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Post by Tarlar on Aug 22, 2016 13:32:35 GMT -6
(post 5, wordcount:198)
Dagrun had no idea how she had got pulled into this. Acting as a guide around the Marine Museum, she didn't know a thing about water pokemon other than they swam around in the sea and spat water. And on top of that she had been told she had to be a role model for the children. A Role model?! She was lying and acting constantly, had broken into privat houses to find secret papers or leave a message. She could be a Ninja role model, but in most cases people thought that was bad, but what else could she show the kids? She had only spent a bit time with the ninja training ones in the Ninja village, and they had great respect for her, due to her and her sibling's skills.
It was an awfull day, the kids dragged her around not listening to a word she said and she had her hands full keeping them from knocking the glasstanks or destroy anything. She was not sure the questions the children should find the answers on was correct at all, and as soon as she had returned them after the tour, she vanished without a trace.
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Post by Thirdie on Aug 25, 2016 14:17:54 GMT -6
Volunteering 6: Gardening (Petalburg) Mirella was still in doubt of what to do now she was 'available'. She couldn't go all day doing nothing, so while she thought and tried to plan for a travel, she still wasn't sure she wanted to take, she turned up for a lot of different volunteer work. For one it gave her something to do that day, and for another she got to try out other things, than the work she had done for the past ten years. Now she had tried helping out at an event, cleaned up the woods, and helped out in a library, she knew she wasn't fit for either over a longer period of time. It had gotten time to see how garden work fit with her. Caddis was out today, since she enjoyed cutting things so much. The Corphish had been allowed to attack a particular horrendous bed of weeds. Mirella herself fiddled with a pair of lopping shears, and tried to make an overgrown bush more manageable. She already hated the sticky feeling of branches clawing at her clothes. One thing was certain: She would never take gardening as a profession. (Wordcount: 190)
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Post by Tropius on Aug 28, 2016 22:27:04 GMT -6
Tarlar/Dagrun: 7f3VwZoF1-501-24. 1-201-17 1-101-19 1-12
1 aspear Berry
Thirdie/Mirella: 1-501-24. 1-201-17 1-101-19 1-12
1 persim berry
also I'm thinking of like, every time your count reaches multiples of 20 (20, 40, 60, etc.) the berries you get increase by 1. so if you reach 20, you can get 2 aspear or 2 persim instead. or if you reach 40, it's 3 berries
how is this idea?1-50·1-24.·1-20·1-17·1-10·1-19·1-12·1-50·1-24.·1-20·1-17·1-10·1-19·1-12
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Post by Tarlar on Sept 1, 2016 14:27:55 GMT -6
(post 6, wordcount:147)
Apparently Dagrun didn't learn from her earlier mistakes. Last week had clearly shown her that she wasn't always so good with kids as she thought she might be, or else it was just the difference in the kids behavior from other towns. The library connected to the Marine Museum was a quite different experience from the one she had had in the library in Rustboro, with hyper energetic kids who only talked about diving and the world hidden beneath the ocean's surface. How she managed to keep them from wrecking the whole place apart in their search of stories and maps of sunken ships and hidden treassures, she had no idea. She was so exhausted that evening that she didn't noticed the small item she had taken with her until the morning after, and she worried momentarily if it would be missed by someone.
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Post by Thirdie on Sept 3, 2016 2:28:57 GMT -6
Volunteering 7: Clean Up (Petalburg) Nothing fancy this time around. No remains of a bon fire and a party. The forest was eerily silent, making Mirella feel just a bit like a hunted Deerling. She looked over her shoulder for the tenth time within seven minutes and shook her head. She wasn't the paranoid kind, but who wouldn't get just a tiny bit itchy in this quietness. She listened to the wind in the trees trying to pick out the voice of a wild Pokemon, even a human voice would do right now. Where was everyone else anyway? She had seen three others enter the forest with their grabbers and trash bags. Her own bag only held one old and weathered piece of muddled plastic, and a cigarette butt. It was her poorest hunt yet, which was her only comfort right now. Why were everyone so quiet? (Wordcount: 142)
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Post by Tropius on Sept 4, 2016 23:44:23 GMT -6
Tarlar/Dagrun: F0m9iAfW1-501-24. 1-201-17 1-101-19 1-12
1 Persim Berry
Thirdie/Mirella: 1-501-24. 1-201-17 1-101-19 1-12
1 Potion 1-50·1-24.·1-20·1-17·1-10·1-19·1-12·1-50·1-24.·1-20·1-17·1-10·1-19·1-12
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Post by Tarlar on Sept 8, 2016 10:43:37 GMT -6
(post 7, wordcount: 179)
Hulda sat in a tree and listened to the sound of the night around her and the sound of the gentle waves that brushed the beach a little ahead of her. It was not long since the last of the party goers had returned home, expect the few there were laying snoring on the sand. She silently slid down to the ground and sneaked forward, gesturing for Otieno to join her. She looked disdainfully at the mess on the beach, she was going to teach them a lesson while searching for clues about her targets. Hulda gave the nincada the sign for search and the bug hurried silently out and started to rummage through the trahs left behind. Hulda and Eir was close by, and they gathered everything they couldn't use in piles on top of the sleeping ones.
It was a rather fruitless search and Hulda was disappointed when she left it near dawn. She had been sure some had been members of the to teams, but if they had, they hadn't left her any proof about it.
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Post by Thirdie on Sept 10, 2016 13:15:24 GMT -6
Volunteering 8: Gardening (Petalburg) Why was she doing this again? She had already decided last time that she greatly disliked being stuck in prickly foliage. It was even worse than last time, but that had only been one bush. This was a whole fleet of them. Luckily, it didn't took much skill for this assignment. They were just clearing a 7 feet wide area along the forest to make a fire break. The weather had been a little too dry recently, and the city council was afraid of forest fires. If she was going to take down bushes and trees, this was as good a reason as any. (Wordcount: 104)
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Post by Tropius on Sept 12, 2016 0:45:44 GMT -6
Tarlar/Dagrun: VtsQd4Q_1-501-24.1-201-171-101-191-121 Chesto Berry Thirdie/Mirella: 1-501-24.1-201-171-101-191-12Nothing! 1-50·1-24.·1-20·1-17·1-10·1-19·1-12·1-50·1-24.·1-20·1-17·1-10·1-19·1-12
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Post by Tarlar on Sept 15, 2016 11:04:25 GMT -6
(post 8, wordcount: 189)
What a mess. Dagrun looked around in alley, she had accepted to help clean up. There had been some trouble there during the night, though no-one really knew what had happened. Mauville City was a nice and clean city, that was at least what the officials wanted it to be, and they had called in any volunteers they could to clean it up. Natsumi and Baldrian helped Dagrun collecting the trash and clean up the place, they did a good job. Dagrun found it fair that she helped clean up what her own pokemon had done, and she was amused to recognize marks from Eir's slashing and Otieno's scratchings. They had been effective and it fit her well to mask what had happened for unwanted attention. If she was lucky, perhaps she would find some clues, she had missed during the night where she had attempted to hold back a burglar she expected worked for Team Magma. She had been really hotheaded and had had a love for the color red. A scrap of paper with something hastely written down, disappeared into Dagruns pocket, without her two helpers noticing.
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Post by Thirdie on Sept 18, 2016 8:15:26 GMT -6
Volunteering 9: Clean up (Petalburg) Humans were weird and insensitive. Mirella still didn't understand what had been so funny about the others' game last time. That was just weird. But even more inconceivable was the way Mirella week efter week could return to find new amounts of trash scattered in the forest, and everywhere else for that matter. You could almost start to believe that no one knew what a trash bin was for. It was pretty disheartening. Mirella grumpled to herself as she tried to force her way into a low growing, but very wide bush. It only reached her to the hip, but was wider than she was tall, so it was very difficult to reach its center. Furthermore, its foliage consisted of closely growing needles, not exactly pines, but just as prickly. Where people didn't seem to know what a trash can was, they had all too happily used this annoying bush as an alternative. Mirella hadn't thought she would be crawling into more underbrush already. (Wordcount: 163)
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Post by Tropius on Sept 19, 2016 12:38:59 GMT -6
Tarlar/Dagrun: KWZUEOWu1-501-24. 1-201-17 1-101-19 1-12
1 Fresh Fruit
Thirdie/Mirella: 1-501-24. 1-201-17 1-101-19 1-12
1 Pokeball1-50·1-24.·1-20·1-17·1-10·1-19·1-12·1-50·1-24.·1-20·1-17·1-10·1-19·1-12
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Post by Tarlar on Sept 23, 2016 9:59:43 GMT -6
(post 9, wordcount: 134 post 1/? ~fallarbor town)
Dagrun looked back down at the paper in her hand, she had a lot of things to do today. The Local pokemon school was planning to hold a bigger theme week for the children, and the school thought big. They wanted to try cover everything trainer related and what you could do when traveling around. Dagrun had seen the note on the billboard that they needed volunteers to set it all up and since it would bring her in contact with a lot of people, Dagrun thought it was a good idea. She had nothing else to do than gather rumours and try what was happening in this region, so she could find a place to start her real investigations. Today she was out and try find Volunteers, Donors and Speakers to the theme.
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Post by Thirdie on Sept 24, 2016 11:54:09 GMT -6
Volunteering 10: Tour Guide (Oldale) Nervous, Mirella fiddled with the hem of her shirt, before the group managed to gather. Oldale wasn't exactly her area of expertise sight-seeing wise, but she had taken walks in the area. Hopefully it was enough for the small group of visitors. She had already volunteered, and couldn't pull out now. The gathered kept small talking. Apparently they knew each other, whether because they were family or friends, Mirella couldn't tell. Mirella cleared her throat and presented herself. Soon they were on their way around the small town. Mirella couldn't wait till they reached the water way, and she could tell about the amazing water life just outside of town. (Ooc: choosing 1 Packaged Food from tier 1. Wordcount: 110)
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Post by Tropius on Sept 25, 2016 23:57:56 GMT -6
Tarlar/Dagrun: GhAsQcr_1-501-24. 1-201-17 1-101-19 1-12
1 Pokeball
1-50·1-24.·1-20·1-17·1-10·1-19·1-12·1-50·1-24.·1-20·1-17·1-10·1-19·1-12
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