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Post by Tarlar on Sept 29, 2016 11:37:16 GMT -6
(post 10, wordcount: 243 post 2/? ooc: picked the Packaged food)
The first one on Dagrun's list, was an old man in town who was known for having traveled the whole world in his younger days. He was politely listening to Dagrun as she explained why she was here outside his door. He inveted her inside and they sat and drunk coffee as he talked with her about the event and what he could help with and what their expectations was. He hadn't given talks about his travels before, and he was unsure how he could help the children. Dagrun assured that he would get help from the teachers and that most of the kids already looked up to him and would have plenty of questions for him to answer. As she left he gave her som prepacked food, it was a mixture of different nuts and dried berries. "I can see you are a trainer yourself, these has always helped me on my travels," he said kindly as his farewell.
Dagrun went to where she lived temporarily for a couple of weeks. It had taken much longer to talk with the man than she had expected, but he knew a lot about the regions and she was sure he would be great for the event as well. Now she was just behind her schedule and she hoped it would be faster with what she had planned for the next few days, so she could catch up and talk with everyone on her list.
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Post by Thirdie on Oct 1, 2016 7:19:37 GMT -6
Volunteering 11: Clean Up (Oldale) She didn't exactly enjoy wading around looking for trash. Especially not when she found a small disaster area, where people often liked to have a party. But it did fill her with a sense of purpose. Oldale wasn't much different than Petalburgh in this regard. Trash could be found anywhere. Things tossed or blown by the wind. No matter how it got there, she was here to pick it up. Fly was a wonderful help. The Surskit lived up to her name, almost flying along the path to find the wastes. Fly seemed to understand completely that they were cleaning up for her old home's sake, even if they weren't close to where she originated. (Wordcount: 115)
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Post by Tropius on Oct 3, 2016 12:58:34 GMT -6
updating Hulda
Mirella: 63wVpNKJ1-501-24 1-201-17 1-101-19 1-12
1 Rawst Berry1-50·1-24·1-20·1-17·1-10·1-19·1-12
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Post by Tarlar on Oct 6, 2016 12:01:08 GMT -6
(post 11, wordcount: 102 post 3/?)
The next day went smoothly and Dagrun managed to talk with the ones she had planned on record time! She was very relieved. First she went to Nurse Joy, who just wanted to know the date and time she was wished, and saved Dagrun for a lot of explaining. The next one was even easier, since he was in the Pokemon Center and heard her, so he simply walked up to her to confirm he would come, and promise her that he would give the school the ingredience list for the puffins he would teach about. Dagrun was pleased, it seemed really easy.
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Post by Thirdie on Oct 9, 2016 13:57:49 GMT -6
Volunteering 12: Duties (Petalburg) Whiskas played in the crashes of the incoming waves, making Mirella smile. It was hard finding something where Whiskas could be out too. A day by the beach was the best thing she had found in forever, and she fully enjoyed the smell of sea water and wind in the hair. The job wasn't anything grand like the last event, she had helped out at. It was just keeping her eyes open, and make sure none of the kids decided to take a dip in the water. It wasn't exactly the best day for a swim, considered the freezing cold and treacherous undercurrent of the day. (Wordcount: 106)
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Post by Zrykani 'Zagi' Kiriya on Oct 9, 2016 15:11:55 GMT -6
Volunteer Week 1 - Cleaning Up (Rustboro City) - Wordcount 210
Trash. It was everywhere it seemed, byproducts of mankind, the waste they left behind scattered in their wake. So much was wasted by the careless and unthoughtful... so much potential tossed away for convenience and left to clutter the streets and wilds. It was disappointing to see so much trash everywhere. It showed how low humanity really sank, that they could be filthiest than even the lowliest of savage pokemon. It made Zrykani wonder what would happen if everything were to suddenly come crashing down around them, how they would survive. So many relied heavily on those around them to provide basic needs and instead wasted their energy on petty wants and whims. It made Zrykani wonder how many would crumble and fall if thrown to the wild, exposed to the reality of the world instead of denying it behind their stone walls. No matter. Such thoughts were for another day.... perhaps a day he would see himself...
Gloved hands reaching down to collect another tin can half crushed and forgotten on the sidewalk, Zrykani tossed it in the plastic bag he carried and continued his path through the city, grey eyes scanning the ground with a bored disinterest. Within days the trash would all be back. It always was.
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Post by Tropius on Oct 9, 2016 19:27:35 GMT -6
Tarlar: lY6Sio3F1-501-24 1-201-17 1-101-19 1-12
1 Heart Scale
Thirdie: 1-501-24 1-201-17 1-101-19 1-12
1 Pokeball
Zagi: 1-501-24 1-201-17 1-101-19 1-12
1 Persim Berry
I apologize in hindsight if i flip flop between calling people by your username or your character. 1-50·1-24·1-20·1-17·1-10·1-19·1-12·1-50·1-24·1-20·1-17·1-10·1-19·1-12·1-50·1-24·1-20·1-17·1-10·1-19·1-12
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Post by Tarlar on Oct 13, 2016 12:00:53 GMT -6
(post 12, wordcount:130 post 4/?)
She said that too early. The next person in the list simply closed the door in her face as soon as she mentioned the School's Festival. She double checked the name and adress to be sure it was the right one, and frowned confused. Didn't he want to help the children? Why not? From the paper it said he was supposed to be a storywriter and that had worked a lot with children. Dagrun looked thoughfully at the door as she wondered if she should give up on him, or if she should try do something else another day? She decided to go and make the arrangements with the bakers, who was going to deliver cakes for the festival and then she would pay him a visit as Hulda later on.
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Post by Thirdie on Oct 15, 2016 15:09:21 GMT -6
Volunteering 13: Clean Up (Petalburg) Mirella had never had anyone like Caddis before. She hadn't much to compare with, but Caddis was something completely different from what she knew of. The Corphish never quite listened to her, but it none-the-less followed her around on the trash round, and demolished anything that didn't belong. If Mirella didn't want to have to use pinchers to gather the trash, she would have to be faster than Caddis. It of course meant that she was done with her route quicker than ever. It was a challenge. Mirella didn't always choose to take her, but when she wanted the excersive, Caddis was the obvious choice. Today Mirella wanted to run. (Wordcount: 110)
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Post by Tropius on Oct 18, 2016 10:03:39 GMT -6
Tarlar: pjrq0xge1-501-24 1-201-17 1-101-19 1-12
1 Absorb Bulb
Thirdie: 1-501-24 1-201-17 1-101-19 1-12
1 Cheri Berry
I'm sorry Thirdie, the RNG is picking tarlar again1-50·1-24·1-20·1-17·1-10·1-19·1-12·1-50·1-24·1-20·1-17·1-10·1-19·1-12
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Post by Thirdie on Oct 20, 2016 14:30:41 GMT -6
Volunteering 14: The library (Petalburg) Libraries were supposed to be quiet things. Mirella had learned some weeks ago it wasn't always the case, so she dreaded it a bit, when she volunteered for another event at said place. Maybe she should just get out of the city as fast as possible, so she didn't have to volunteer to every little thing that could occupy her time. However, today the Library was indeed quiet. The rustle of library goers were nothing but paper being turned. No children in ear or eye sight. Mirella approached the group of elderly people, who had gathered at appointed time and place. Finally, she had some listeners that were both polite and interested in her instructions on how best to start out when picking fishing as a hobby. (Wordcount: 127)
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Post by Tarlar on Oct 20, 2016 15:26:00 GMT -6
(post 13, wordcount:338 post 5/?)
It was time. She had changed to her night outfit and with Eir at her side, she had waited outside the storywriters house until everything was quiet. Light was still on inside the mans house, but that didn't concern Hulda. It was a bit early to go to bed anyway, at least if you didn't went to bed with the birds. She sneaked over to the house and peeked in through several windows, but the man wasn't anywhere to be seen. She silently tried to pry open the windows as well, but it would make too much noice if she forced them up. She would hate to have to turn back already, without really having tried, so she climbed up to the roof, where a window was as well. It was dark inside and the wood that hold the glass had been soaked a bit too many times. It was easy to open and slip inside.
Inside she could hear muffled voices and she and eir sneaked down the stairs, careful to not letting them creak beneath their feet. Eir flew ahead and hid in the shadows at the door from where the talking come from. They sounded angry. There was no way she could learn who was in there without getting noticed, so it was time for a more direct approach. She slammed open the door and both she and Eir rushed inside what looked like a small home office. A red dresssed woman was out of another door before Hulda got a chance to act, while the man gaped at her. Eir was already pursuing the runner, but soon returned with an annoyed expression. He had got away. "Who are you?" The man asked and Hulda narrowed her eyes. "Who was that?" She asked in return and pointed at the door. Neither would give the other an answer. After a moment of determinded silence, Hulda turned around and walked out the same door as the red dressed man. She looked but found no clue of his whereabouts.
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Post by Tropius on Oct 23, 2016 21:37:04 GMT -6
Thirdie: smut|gcw1-501-24 1-201-17 1-101-19 1-12
1 Potion!
Tarlar: 1-501-24 1-201-17 1-101-19 1-12
89 money!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 Oct 27, 2016 12:45:12 GMT -6
(post 14, wordcount:129 post 6/?)
Dagrun had actually planned to visit the old story teller again to see if she as her other-self could learn what was going on, but she didn't have any the energy and she worried she was getting a bit sick. Instead she went to talk with the organizers of the school event to ask. They were wuite surprised to hear that he hadn't wanted to talk with Dagrun at all, since he usualy loved children and often had come to tell stories if he had wanted to. Without being asked for it first. As they talked they realized he had withdrawn and isolated himself for the rest of the town, which worried the teachers. They decided to keep an eye on him and asked Dagrun to help with that too.
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Post by Thirdie on Oct 29, 2016 14:33:34 GMT -6
Volunteering 15: Clean Up (Petalburg) 127 pieces of trash was in Mirella's bag. She had counted. She almost wished she had chosen the forest route, but today she had opted for the city, and it was so much worse. She should have seen it coming. More people traversed the city, thereby leaving more waste behind. 128, Mirella picked another piece up and put it in her bag. She was alone today. She didn't want to chase Caddis around, and Fly didn't seem the type to enjoy the cobbled stones of the city. Mirella wasn't always sure she did herself. The only uplifting thing right now, was the smell of fresh air as it had just rained. Puddles covered the ground, and Mirella made sure to splash her feet in them now and then for the sound it created. (Wordcount: 133)
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