TWO YEARS AGO, A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION GOING BY THE NAME TEAM IMUM WRECKED CHAOS ACROSS THE LAND, DAMAGING CITIES AND KILLING THOUSANDS OF CITIZENS. While Imum itself has long since been disbanded, however, the region remains broken: entire towns have been laid to waste and the Association struggles to find homes for those who were lucky enough to survive the attempted genocide. Reconstruction trudges on as usual... but with three factions - the Association, the corporations, and the people - each wishing to take the rebuilding of an entire region down opposite paths, how long will it be before Lyeant's last leg gives out permanently?
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Post by YORUKI KAGAYAKU on Apr 13, 2018 6:19:12 GMT -6
Mutual sight, mutual sound Mutual struggle, for shared ground
For some odd reason, the stranger pegged Yoru as someone aloof and phlegmatic. Despite giving some verbal stings, he didn’t seem to be all that bothered by the fact his clothes got dirty because of an overly enthusiastic dog. Even the rudeness was more of an obligation that seemed to be logical in the situation. He wasn’t sure why it felt this way, but the stranger might not have been as annoyed as he appeared.
Considering everything, it was that much more amusing to watch his expression change when Yoru actually told him who he was. For some reason, him admitting that he was a guard automatically made him an authority figure on the spot, and earned him politeness in return. He just waved a hand, automatically dismissing the politeness as something unneeded. “Nah, no need for that”, he waved away the apology instantly. He felt the sudden change to be rather fake, especially when the stranger was in worse shape than he himself could probably be.
Diana could only gather a little of the conversation. He was watching the exchange intently though, waiting to be called and also waiting for possible pettings and snuggles, but she had a feeling she would have to do without those for a while.
Yoru helped the pale-haired man up with ease, decidedly happy that his hand was accepted at all. Outwardly though, only his previously plastered smirk remained. “Wulfram. Right. Nice to bump into you.” He returned the handshake when he realized the hold lingered, and then stepped back as soon as he was released. The close proximity was different now that both of them were standing, and staring at that pretty face op close was not something he wanted to continue. He could almost hear Lunala’s giggle in the back of his mind, but he ignored it for both of their sake.
“No one said it's wrong.” He corrected the other, turning toward Diana and scratching the arcanine’s head behind her ear. “But I had to ask, ya’know. Guard duty and all”, was the callous explanation he gave before glancing back to Wulfram. “I prefer being out at night, so I’m not one to judge.” Straightening out his back he laced his arms in front of his chest as he looked the other up and down. Even under the mud he seemed to be somewhat tired or sickly, but that didn’t change the fact the man in front of him was a sight to behold; the circumstances were dimming his shine though.
Another handwave was followed by the same “Nah” as before. For some reason it didn’t feel right for Wulfram to get the short stick from the meeting, so the younger gijinka, mentioned for him to follow. “The guard house is near. You can change your clothes or clean up, whatever you want.” One whistle notified Diana of the sudden departure, and she stood to gallop beside Yoru, then slow down when it was apparent that her trainer’s steps weren’t as big as her own. He looked back above his shoulder to see if Wulfram would follow at all. “You coming or not?”
Steeped in denial, the daily grind Dream of a world for me and my kind
Post by YORUKI KAGAYAKU on Apr 10, 2018 1:57:40 GMT -6
Mutual sight, mutual sound Mutual struggle, for shared ground
This was the best day of Diana’s life! Aside from that day when she got the extra large cupcake, and that one when she got her newest basket-bed, and that one when she was allowed to run through the forest completely alone... But not listing those, it was still the best! Someone was here to play with, and she wasn’t even discouraged by the fact the other person was trying to get away, and obviously didn’t like being tackled to the ground. She didn’t even lose her excitement when she was called back to let the other person get some air, finally. She would just patiently wait, acting like the perfectly well-trained pup and demand her reward later on.
Yoru, on the other hand, had just a tad bit more trouble adapting to the situation, or rather, to the problem he caused. He regretted the rude start even without Lunala stating that he should have apologized, but by now he would rather bite his tongue than relenting to her wishes. He took in the muddy appearance of the stranger as well as his sluggish movements, and decided that whoever it was, he wouldn’t even fight to protect himself, not to mention causing trouble.
“Right now?” Yoru asked back, answering the stranger’s first question. “You look like you cannot hurt a fly.” But better not to judge a book by its cover, he would stay careful, but not outward malicious at least. A smirk still followed his statement, slightly amused by the poor soul’s misfortune rather than looking apologetic.
He hummed in thought and crossed his arms in front of his chest, still looking down at the young man with a trademark smirk. “The local guard, that’s who.” However, his face softened quickly. Laying and sitting in that puddle at midnight must not have been the best that could happen with the stranger, and he would be damned if someone got sick under his watch. He reached out with his right, offering to help the other up if the hand was accepted. “Yoruki.” He said simply, only offering his first name, because that was all that was needed. A complete introduction would be a waste of time, and it wouldn’t ring a bell to anyone anyway. It was only a false name to fill in a hole that cracked in him long ago. “Can you stand?”
Diana whined quietly, realizing that play time was over without it even really starting. She dropped her head on her front paws, dejected, glancing toward the stranger with the most devastating puppy-eyes she could muster up. Yoru paid her little mind, but crossed out the mental notes he made in the last few minutes, deciding that she can sleep inside and even get all the belly-rubs once they are back home. “And who is the person that decided to take a stroll in the park in the middle of the night?” He addressed the pale, sickly young man in front of him.
Steeped in denial, the daily grind Dream of a world for me and my kind
Tags;;WULFRAM FRITZERIKE Notes;; Yes, I can see the hover perfectly fine now! And pffffft Diana is worst best at first meetings!
Post by YORUKI KAGAYAKU on Apr 8, 2018 2:12:08 GMT -6
Mutual sight, mutual sound Mutual struggle, for shared ground
The arcanine turned into a giant puppy when she was near a puddle, and it wasn’t at all different this time either. She was so busy playing with the muddy water that she almost missed the extra splash that was most definitely not from her paws. Her first reaction was to get alarmed that someone was walking through the park in the middle of the night, but when she noticed the other person and that they were standing still with their foot in the previously mentioned puddle, her level of excitement rose.
Diana plastered her upper body to the ground, getting more of her beautiful neck fur dirty much to Yoru’s horror, and excitedly yowled toward the new, unfamiliar person. He stepped into a puddle, so that must mean he likes to play after rain too, right? That must be it! The arcanine’s reasoning was easy and predictable, and in her mind clouded by the potential of a playing partner, she didn’t notice the other gijinka’s unease at all. So with a few shakes of her butt, she leaped into action and jumped toward the poor soul to, well, play with him. But with a giant dog that weighted more than four full-grown man, possibly being tackled to the ground or even just jumping close must have been less than an ideal way of meeting.
Diana only saw the possible playmate. Yoru, however, was much more keen on noticing emotions, mostly due to Lunala’s help who was a professional at zooming in on lost and scared children even in a crowd. For them, seeing this other person being wary was as easy as reading a book. Sadly, they were just a tad bit slower to call the furball back than preferred, so some kind of damage was probably already made, and clothes were getting dirtier than necessary.
“Diana, back!” he called as soon as he was anywhere near them, relieved when he could see the arcanine at least obeying that simple command. “Down!” Diana sat back and rested her whole body on the damp lawn, belly getting more of the dirt. Her eyes were still shining though, tongue out, like she was waiting for a treat. Mental note: no belly-rubs for a month. Yoru didn’t pay attention to her, and instead turned to the poor person that was terrorized by an overgrown pup. “Are you lost? Not many people come to the park in the middle of the night unless they are up to no good.” He said as soon as he took in the young man wondering of Diana caused any lasting damage, and hoping that wasn’t the case. Politeness wasn’t his forte, and maybe his words were more strict than necessary, but he himself was full of built up energy now that the moon was out and the rainclouds were gone.
‘You should have apologized first.’
‘Oh, shut it.’
Steeped in denial, the daily grind Dream of a world for me and my kind
Tags;;WULFRAM FRITZERIKE Notes;; For some weird reason I can not see your notes on the site, but I can see them from mobile. Thank you for replying! Wulfram is adorable, also, his history broke my heart asdfghjkl! ;-; And you are completely fine, I loved your post! It's up to you if the giant furball actually tackled Wulfram or just splashed into another puddle to get him muddy too.
Post by YORUKI KAGAYAKU on Apr 5, 2018 10:24:06 GMT -6
Mutual sight, mutual sound Mutual struggle, for shared ground
A low growl and a small whine could be heard as an angry looking young man and an obliviously happy canine were starting a stare-down in the middle of the park. “If you dare to take one step into that puddle, you will be sleeping outside for a week." Yoru’s low growl was only answered with an excited yowl as Diana, the arcanine was inching ever so closer to the previously mentioned puddle.
Five minutes. Five minutes were enough after the rain for Diana to find the biggest, muddies of the puddles and rush toward it with intent, and it took only one second for Yoru to notice the impending hazard the pokemon wanted to rain upon him. There was one thing worse than trying to clean the dirty fur of an arcanine, and that was trying to clean the muddy fur of the said species. “One step, Diana.” He said again, with more strictness than the first time, and his expression promised eternal punishment for disobedience. He was not one to stop his pokemon from having fun, but this was something that would give him three extra hours of work once they were home, and he really didn’t need that. It was still only past midnight, and hanging out with an especially dirty pokemon for the rest of the night in the park was not a funny arrangement. And anyway, who the hell heard of an arcanine that loved puddles?
‘You could be more lenient, Little Star. She is just bored’ said an especially gentle voice somewhere in the back of his mind, which only succeeded to pull another growl from Yoru. Leave it to Lunala to be the ever gracious one, especially when the Legend wasn’t the one that will have to lick through their apartment to clean it again. ‘You fell into the lake the other day yourself, remember?’
‘And whose fault was that?’ Yoru answered through their telepathic link, all the while staring at Diana, watching her like a falcon for every millimeter of change. The arcanine seemed to play the perfect statue, one that would bring doomsday as soon as Yoru so much as blinked. ‘You can not fault me, the moon’s reflection was incredibly pretty.’
‘My point exactly.’
‘Oh my.’
Diana’s expression changed, if it was at all possible for an arcanine to look like it found its birthday present a week before the party. Yoru’s attention only faltered for a moment, but that was enough for Diana to jump. After that, only a big splash could be heard, and if someone had a good hearing, they could probably even hear the crash as Yoru mentally destroyed and threw out the giant basket Diana usually occupied while she slept.
“That is it. I am bringing a hose and shower you right here, right now.”
Diana looked like someone had popped her favorite red balloon and trampled on the remains for good measure.
Steeped in denial, the daily grind Dream of a world for me and my kind
Tags;; OPEN Notes;; Past midnight, after rain. Come and help him, or just jump in the puddle too, whatever works!
no it's not our paradise, but it's all we want[break] and it's all that we are fighting for
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The Story of the Moon
The other world was always a sanctuary, the most beautiful place in the whole universe. Shining, changing, they were its light, Solgaleo and Lunala.They were always playing, always together, entering the world of the mortals when needed, and escaping from the poor Necrozma who was robbed of its own light.Lunala was afraid of it. They fought, they ran, and eventually they separated. Lunala escaped through a wormhole to the human world, but as weakened and scared it was, it hid itself in the light of the moon, watching the humans every night, and wishing to the Ancient One that it would not be found.[break][break]
It was sad to see so many lonely children. So many of them prayed to the moon to free them of suffering, to bring a better, a peaceful day. They could only wish at night, because the day would catch them hoping for something they deserved no more. It saddened her so much she cried out in agony, its heart broken.[break][break]
Passion was Leo’s forte, but Luna was overcome by emotions while watching the fleeting lives of the mortals. The sun and the moon would forever exist, but the humans were only a moment in their lives, like tiny light, tiny stars lighting the veil of the night. But rather than helping, Lunala hid away, still in fear.[break][break]
It escaped and hid.[break][break]
It hid not from Necrozma, but from the responsibility it had toward the humans, toward those that wished upon the moon and wished upon a shooting star. It hid from the voices that wanted it to change the world, and closed its ears.[break][break]
One song reached it only. It wasn’t a wish to make the world better, but a promise to change, a wish to have the strength to become better. It was different, it was only a nuance different compared to the voices that would pray to the moon. So Luna decided to open itself again, and listen.[break][break]
The Story of the Little Star
His family was living in Lyeant for a long time, and be was born to live there as well. They were a respected family in the Association, not entirely well-known, but one that would rise to help the Association regardless. It was expected of him to be respectful of its cause and help them flourish. And while the family had a gentle and benevolent mask on for outsiders, it was all just a farce.[break][break]
His parents were mad, but that was nothing new. The basement was his home for as long as he could remember. Every mishap, every mischief, every wrong word was punished with imprisonment. The family had to stay proper, keep up with appearances, but he was a free spirit, one that would rather speak his mind even if it was rude and hurtful. But his father had none of it. The first time he called someone out for being rude and was impolite in return, his father threw him into the basement. He was only five. The basement was dark with a single window blinking up to the outside sky. It was the only source of light, and as the night came, he sang to the moon a children’s song he learned from his mother.[break][break]
Every time after a punishment, he would smile, he would be polite, and then he would run to the nearby forest, and would just run, to rip the chains off that would shackle his heart. When he went back home, he would willingly chain his hands and soul again.[break][break]
He was sent to school not only to learn the history of the land and the proper way to blend into society, but to study the training and care of pokemon too. Now that was something he loved to do. No matter the rude words, the pokemon knew when he was joking, and knew when he was in the right to play sarcasm against someone. The pokemon never judged, unlike people. But even that made him unable to actually come to hate others. In the end, he was probably wrong, and his opinion didn’t matter.[break][break]
His first real friend during school was a tiny Growlithe. She was growing with him, and was like a protector and a buddy at the same time. Occasionally, there were humans who were like pokemon too, who didn’t judge him for speaking up, who didn’t mind him being a little bit blunt.[break][break]
As fun as education seemed to be, he was not entirely able to mingle well with his peers. Conflicts and fights were common, and as the teachers called for his parents, he was yet again banished to the basement, his pokemon confiscated. He could hear the scratching of the Growlithe on the door before she was ordered back into her pokeball again. The darkness inside was more and more unnerving, as if ghosts were lurking behind every box, in every corner. He would settle under the small window and bask in the light of the moon and the stars, his only companion in solitude. When he was let out the next day, he ran to the forest again.[break][break]
He escaped and hid.[break][break]
He hid away not from his family, but from the emotions, from the anger and disdain he felt toward the people he was bound to by blood. He didn’t want to feel this way, he didn’t want to hate them, so before he would, he had to run and scream his pain to the sky. The sun was up; he wouldn’t let the moon hear his pain.[break][break]
Life was going, and the school and his pokemon seemed to offer the sanctuary he needed. School was okay even though the occasional assholes would cast a shadow upon the fun that came with caring for pokemon. The few friends he made there were often picked on and bullied, and he took it upon himself to protect them. A fight broke out, not only between the pokemon but between humans and gijinkas too, and by the time the teachers came to stop the fight, they were all injured, nose and mouth and arms bloody. He felt a kind of satisfaction though, because obviously, it seemed that the bullies will never pick on his friends again.[break][break]
His parents were less satisfied though, and the punishment was the usual. But when it was obvious that one of the bullies was the son of a high rank associate, his punishment was extended, and he could only see the outside world through the small window for a week. Was a good deed punished with such severity? Should he have watched his few friends be picked on just to keep up with appearances? Was what he did bad, just because he followed his own justice? His mind was fading in the darkness of the basement, and loneliness made his songs to the moon more and more painful.[break][break]
It was then that the moon answered his song, and Lunala appeared.[break][break]
The Story of the Night Sky
He reached out and offered his body to the Legend. There was a fear of his life ceasing to exist, but he pushed it all down and offered a human body for Lunala to take. This was not what the Legend expected at all. From his songs, it felt the willpower to be better, the will to change, like the moon, vanning and filling to be better and crawl up from the darkness of a new moon. For it, he was a little star, shining brightly, a light that would want to see a better world.[break][break]
“Come and be with me.” He reached his hand toward the cosmic being, offering something that was taken by the legendaries ever since the dragon of truth discovered the secret.[break][break]
“Oh, little star, do you think you can handle me in your body? You will be erased.” Lunala mused, intrigued by the will and fearing the soul’s disappearance.[break][break]
“I can handle it. And we can change it all. Isn’t that what you want, too? You dislike the way the world is now.”[break][break]
It was seen through so easily. The moon was protection, change and nostalgia. It wanted the world to regain its former glory. And above all, it wanted to protect this little star, and show him that change was okay, that he wouldn’t be locked up again. He could roam free. Protectiveness and curiosity won over. Even though it needed to hide, the reason it pushed itself into the body of the boy was to see the struggle to the very end, and also to await the bigger things to come. Instead of crushing the human soul, the two would coexist. [break][break]
They were known by another name, but they will be Yoruki Kagayaku in the struggles to come.[break][break]
Years passed, and both of them resided in the same body, none of them vanning, but the line separating the two of them was slowly blurring. He could still hear its voice within, and it would occasionally talk with his voice when desired, but they both knew there would be a day when the two would become one.[break][break]
Lyeant fell to the bombing and the war, and his family fell with it. They went back to see the house abandoned and wrecked, no family members in sight but blood and muck and dirt sticking to the walls. They were mourned by both the mortal and the Legend.[break][break]
They could understand why Parallax would want to help the people and bring them safety, but they were against the fact that the organization wanted to do it by the cost of pokemon habitats and lives. They would go against the destruction of nature. At the same time, they were against taking innocent lives and supporting criminal activity. As long as the Republic didn’t kill needlessly, they would support them to bring back the glory of Lyeant, but they would not want to fully join their cause. They feared the Republic would turn out just like Imum, the ones who were responsible for so many deaths. They wanted balance through them instead. They would not give their support to the Association either, because he saw it all as corrupt and lazy, who weren’t on the right path to harmony between pokemon and humans. In the end, they might be an outcast, a vigilante, who would do their own things, until it was time for the Legends to come forth. They decided to stay in New Veherna to watch over the people, and would often be found in the Park on guard duty, especially during the night.[break][break]
Abilities
After accepting Lunala into his body, his appearance barely changed. His fangs are slightly elongated, and his eyes would turn red when he uses the Legend’s abilities, or when Lunala would actively take over. They have the ability to converse with each other without anyone else hearing it. Furthermore, as a psychic type, they are able to use telepathy to a certain extent, able to talk with those within hearing range, though it might tire them out quickly. They can use psychic and ghostly attacks minimally, and they are pretty good at blending into the shadows. They get more energetic in natural light, especially in moonlight. During a new moon, they are tired and sluggish.[break][break]
Lunala was said to be able to call the moon, and this ability somewhat appears as a mirage even in their human body. When overly emotional, the area around them feels like a solar eclipse is taking place, it somewhat darkens, and the sun’s light feels more like moonlight. It has no notable effect on people, but pokemon or gijinkas who depend on the night and the moonlight might be affected positively.
there is nothing left to take, but i still try to reach. try to swallow it all down, yet i can't seem to breathe. just a single pill of mine, nothing else would suffice - i take it in, now i'm alive. my phone is set on lock, and i don't really care. there's a tangle and a knot that i cannot repair. i'm a tragedy, i'm ugly, i'm trying to hide. i say "hello", then wave "goodbye". see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honestly. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see it run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i still refuse to believe.
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>>> FRIENDSHIP
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
PLOT IDEA #1 every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
>>> HATESHIP
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
PLOT IDEA #1 every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
>>> LOVESHIP
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
PLOT IDEA #1 every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
>>> WANTED
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
