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Post by Tropius on Oct 31, 2016 9:47:06 GMT -6
Tarlar: 08wdakuB1-501-24 1-201-17 1-101-19 1-12
69 money!
Thirdie: 1-501-24 1-201-17 1-101-19 1-12
1 Luxury ball!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 Nov 3, 2016 7:01:10 GMT -6
(post 15, wordcount: 170 post 7/?)
It was late in the morning and Dagrun was on her way to the place where the school were going to rent some small tents for the event. She didn't get far as Baldrian attracted a lot of attention and she soon found herself in a friendly crowd which were admiring the different colored budew and took pictures of him. He looked rather embarrassed as he didn't saw himself as anything special. While asking questions with a smile Dagrun noticed a familiar face in the crowd. The old storyteller had come to see what it was all about and looked at Baldrian with a half bored expression. Hadn't Dagrun been trained she would have missed his tense shoulders and how he clenched his hands. She too would have missed how he was handed a piece of paper by another man in the crowd. Hulda would love to get her hands on that paper and to follow the other man to learn who he was. She may was on to something here.
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Post by Thirdie on Nov 3, 2016 14:13:41 GMT -6
Volunteering 16: Duties (Petalburg) 133 was written across the broken plank at the entrance to the run down place. Mirella didn't know what it meant. It might not even have been the whole writing, as it was broken. Unconcerned, Mirella stepped by it and meandered into the small plot of land. It lay a little outside the city border, looking abandoned and alone in the world. Though run down, other than the plank at the entrance, nothing looked worse for wear, and it was most likely perfectly suitable for living, except no one did live there. Mirella picked up a rake that was dropped on the ground, and started on the leaves. The city wanted the place spruced up a bit. (Wordcount: 117)
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Post by Tropius on Nov 7, 2016 10:47:48 GMT -6
Tarlar: yBLRT8Hy1-501-24 1-201-17 1-101-19 1-12
1 Potion
Thirdie: 1-501-24 1-201-17 1-101-19 1-12
1 Fresh Fruit1-50·1-24·1-20·1-17·1-10·1-19·1-12·1-50·1-24·1-20·1-17·1-10·1-19·1-12
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Post by Tarlar on Nov 10, 2016 3:54:39 GMT -6
(post 16, wordcount: 114 post 7/?)
Dagrun got her chance later that day and dissed Baldrian momentarily, pretending that she didn't notice he was held back by other admireres, and slipped into a doorway where she called out Eir. She gave the farfetch'd her orders including warning her not to go direct to her again which Eir nodded solemnly before she jumped into hiding and waited for Dagrun to be on her way towards the next task for the school.
Dagrun was sure Eir would stay out sight and would shadow the storyteller while she continued helping the school, which today was to confirm a delivery of sandwiches for the ones who were going to teach the children this day.
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Post by Thirdie on Nov 11, 2016 6:19:03 GMT -6
Volunteering 17: Clean Up (Petalburg) Back to the forest to gather trash. Mirella almost had a routine everyday life again, and she hadn't once actual left the city, though she was getting surer each day that was exactly what she needed to do. The odd jobs made her feel accomplished at something, but she wasn't quite satisfied with her current situation, and she had a 117 things on her mind. She couldn't pin-point what was holding her back. She didn't lack courage, did she? She might have been a bit nervous at the prospect of leaving everything behind, but that shouldn't have held her back from visiting her father in Rustboro. It was just on the other side of these trees, not even a days journey on foot. Mirella picked up another piece of waste lost in thoughts. (Wordcount: 133)
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Post by Tropius on Nov 15, 2016 1:32:24 GMT -6
Tarlar: 8vT1Avry1-501-24 1-201-17 1-101-19 1-12
1 Pecha Berry
Thirdie: 1-501-24 1-201-17 1-101-19 1-12
Nothing!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 Nov 17, 2016 14:39:18 GMT -6
(post 17, wordcount:204 post 8/?)
The day ended and Dagrun had both secured food and drinks for the ones coming to help on the day, but there was still no sign of Eir anywhere. Dagrun had given the information to a very happy Organizer, who had praised her for her effectiveness and had joked they would end up not having something for her to do! She had laughed of it and had thought to herself, that she didn't do a very well job on her main task in this region. Outside she was slowed down once more as a group of kids came running to see and touch Baldrian, and ask her question about whiny pokemon and if there was anything else different than just his colors.
A single feather came from the sky and Dagrun picked it up and smiled when she saw it was a farfetch'd feather. She looked to the sky but as she expected no pokemon were in sight. If she had seen Eir she would have been very disappointed as the farfeth'd then would have lacked some serious training. She gave the feather to one of the kids and apologized to them as she recalled Baldrian and set out to find her ninja pokemon.
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Post by Thirdie on Nov 18, 2016 5:09:40 GMT -6
Volunteering 18: Duties (Petalburg) Though the garden now looked better, the house itself looked as much in a disarray as last time. The plank with the numbers was gone, but otherwise Mirella had a hard time telling if anyone had been there beside herself. It was too late in the year to do much garden work. The leaves from last time had been Autumn's last stab at every owner of a lawn. The trees were barren now. Mirella didn't peck herself as a handy worker, but she could try and fix up the letter box. It was better than garden work any day. The shed provided her with tools, a bucket and a soft brush for cleaning, and hammer and nails. She would have to see if she could find a newer pole to put it on. The old one was falling apart at its root. (Wordcount: 142)
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Post by Tropius on Nov 21, 2016 16:58:50 GMT -6
Tarlar: C4NmPgRP1-501-24 1-201-17 1-101-19 1-12
1 chesto
Thirdie: 1-501-24 1-201-17 1-101-19 1-12
1 pecha1-50·1-24·1-20·1-17·1-10·1-19·1-12·1-50·1-24·1-20·1-17·1-10·1-19·1-12
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Post by Tarlar on Nov 23, 2016 16:21:19 GMT -6
(post 18, wordcount:320 post 9/?)
Dagrun refused to give up on the old man, he had so much to give the kids. Hulda definitely refused to give up on investigating this strange man, he might be the key she had been searching for, her way into discovering what was going on in this region.
Hulda didn't wait until nightfall and though she was still in her civil disguise, she went searching for another of Eir's feathers, which she knew would be laing around. She found it, hidden clever in clear view and she followed it to where the farfetch'd were waitting for her. To her disappointment, she didn't have any letter with her, but instead lead the way to a small house in a backyard as soon as Hulda had changed to her ninja outfit..
"I have told you all I know, let me stay retired!" A familiar voice was heard, followed by some lower ones and shussing noises. Hulda didn't hesitate but sneaked over to crouch below the window, while Eir stayed back to stand guard. "I know, I know, but you have travelled all over the place and you are the one who were best at gathering informations for us," a female voice said calmly. "I'm not going to abandon my retirement! The deal was that I got that last secret for you and then I get my retirement without fearing someone sniffing me out. This is a break of that deal!" The man said furiously, but kept his voice low. It was silent for a moment then sound of shuffling paper and then nothing. Hulda waited for quite some time before she dared peek in through the window. They were gone.
Later Dagrun hurried towards the baker. She would ask them for a appetizer to give to the old man to try convince him to help at the festival. She absolutely needed to get inside his house and sneak around for clues.
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Post by Thirdie on Nov 26, 2016 14:14:26 GMT -6
Volunteering 19: Clean Up (Petalburg Woods) 1 Beautifly, 4 Zigzagoon, and 2 Taillow had passed Mirella's path on today's trash collecting round. Luckily no Shroomish. So far Mirella had yet to battle while she did her small volunteer thing, and somehow she thought it would stay that way. The wild Pokemon seemed to know the rutine of the volunteers and knew not to bother for as long as the work went on. Even if that was the case, Mirella couldn't help but get nervous when one of the inhabitants got a little too close. She just didn't want to have to battle anything. She and her Pokemon were way too inexperienced to deal with that. (Wordcount: 109)
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Post by Tropius on Nov 28, 2016 16:41:51 GMT -6
Tarlar: MJwdWsF_1-501-24 1-201-17 1-101-19 1-12
1 Potion
Thirdie: 1-501-24 1-201-17 1-101-19 1-12
1 Oran berry1-50·1-24·1-20·1-17·1-10·1-19·1-12·1-50·1-24·1-20·1-17·1-10·1-19·1-12
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Post by Thirdie on Dec 1, 2016 6:57:07 GMT -6
Volunteering 20: Duties (Petalburg) Mirella had moved into the house today. The weather was bad, rain and wind howling through cracks in the wall, but at least it was dry inside, and the roof wasn't leaking anywhere like she had feared. She spend a little time cleaning, moving things around so she had room to work in the entrance hall. A part of the railing to the stairs had broken, and Mirella used the following hours trying to repair it. It wasn't like the pole for the letter box. She couldn't just go out and find a replacement for the broken part. At least not in the right colour. In the end she used a piece of wood that was as close to fitting in size as possible. It was brighter than the rest of the railing, but it held otherwise. 9 minutes past 1 in the afternoon she was done, and she traversed the stormy outside to meet with the other volunteers for a late hot lunch and a small reward. (As this is post 20, I would like to pick a Revive from Tier 2. Wordcount: 168)
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Post by Tarlar on Dec 2, 2016 3:57:35 GMT -6
(post 19, wordcount: 222 post 10/?)
It was easy to get something from the bakers to try persuade the old storyteller to come and help at the festivalt. He had lived in the town for a long time and he had always bought the same cakes, so Dagrun got some of those with her. The bakers were a bit concerned with the old man as well, since he hadn't been down buying any cakes for weeks now.
Hulda had instructed Otieno in what to do, he was the smallest and best in sneaking around, and she let him in thorugh an open window (so he avoided the sunlight), before she went to knock on the door. The old man opened and his face darkened when he saw her. "What?" he asked annoyed. "I have brought you some cookies with greetings and wishes of you being well from Mr. and Mrs. Johnson," Dagrun said as she handed him the package. He looked suspiciously at her. She bid him farewell, trusting Otieno to find anything intersting inside, which he could show her next time she came by.
She spent the rest of the day talking to different trainers who had been journeying, a few had participated in the League as well, or met the champion, and made agreements with most of them to come and help the kids as well.
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