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Post by celie beaumont on Jun 2, 2015 21:55:56 GMT
"i'm ready for the change, meet me in blue sky"
she... has no idea what she's doing. where she's going. everything she knows has been hard-wired into her brain from the first day she knew how to speak. but all of that, it doesn't apply here, does it? how to survive in business. how to survive in high-class society. there was nothing written in those manuals that applied to surviving in the wild.
still, celie supposes, she has to start out sooner or later, and one thing she has always known: there is safety in numbers. numbers of bills, numbers of employees to scapegoat, numbers of events at which to present yourself. surely, she thinks, it ought to apply to a pokemon team as well? as she steps onto route 101, the shoes on her feet far in-equipped for this sort of traveling, she has her trusted goomy at her side. the girl might carry her companion, if she could -- if her clothes wouldn't be totally ruined by the poor creature's slime. no matter, in the pokeball for now.
she's a tad more wide-eyed than she'd like to admit, apprehensive as she makes her way down the well-beaten trails. this wasn't the life she had been bred for. but, now... it seems to be her best bet for an honest future.
it is with a heavy heart and a burdened mind that celie beaumont begins her pokemon journey.
she was a tad miffed. life as a wild pokemon was a touch more difficult than she liked. for example, food and clean water was harder to come by. still, the absolute freedom was addictive. fleeing from her original owner - a strict breeder whom managed multiple baby pokemon - shortly after she had hatched wasn't that bad of an idea. it was only rare occasions like these that made her reconsider her decision of the past.
"cotton..." she bleated, bouncing about unhappily.
and her cotton was wet. she had accidentally drifted into a puddle a short while ago, which left her exposed, cold, and highly frustrated.
Post by celie beaumont on Jun 2, 2015 22:22:06 GMT
"i'm ready for the change, meet me in blue sky"
despite her general hyper-awareness as she presses onward, it only seems to leave her even more vulnerable to startle. she hears a small sound and despite the small, light air of it she jumps, gripping her pokeball tightly as she attempts to recover. there's... a pokemon nearby? celie peers into the foliage, and it takes barely a moment to spot a small pokemon hovering on the other side of a tree. hardly the expert, she doesn't recognize what on earth it might be, but it looks soft, like cotton, and she's intrigued.
it also looks fairly miserable.
her feet are pulling her slowly forward toward the creature. is it aggressive, will it attack her...? oh, she desperately hopes not -- she's not sure how fast she can whip out her pokeball. but she can't resist taking a closer look.
upon closer inspection, she realizes the poor thing looks damp, traces of moisture clinging unfavorably to the soft fluff. celie pauses to rummage in her small bag, and pulls out her little washcloth. will it let her close enough? she can't help it, regardless.
"h.." speaking is so difficult nowadays. she wonders if she has a choice? "h-hello. can i...?" the girl holds out the little towel, as if it were some white flag, palms up submissively. is this sort of move silly? she wouldn't know.
the grumpy pokemon grunted in response to the human's approach. she was comfortable around humans, but, she was too proud to accept the help at first. eventually, her pupiless gaze shifted toward the woman - acknowledging the nervousness etched onto her feminine features. huffing out a small breath, the cottonee made a small show of rolling her eyes before accepting the help.
she hopped toward her, turned a bit to reveal the area she wanted rubbed and impatiently awaited the human's aid.
Post by celie beaumont on Jun 2, 2015 22:40:33 GMT
"i'm ready for the change, meet me in blue sky"
it's a long, anticipatory moment before the little cotton-clad pokemon responds with any favor. it seems to give in to the assistance and closes the rest of the distance, offering up to her its damp side.
celie hesitates for a moment. how ought she go about this? the girl takes a small breath and decides to simply move in and give it her best shot. she raises her cloth-laden hand toward the pokemon and dabs at the area, far to tenderly at first to have any real effect. when she realizes she hesitated again, watches the cottonee carefully for reaction, and attempts to dab a little more effectively.
she wonders, as she works, should she start conversation? her voice is far too soft and a little hoarse at first, but it slowly gains a litle momentum. "you seem like a sweetie," she comments, and offers a smile, "w-what's your name?"
her eyes slid shut as the brief period of careful dabbing and soft touches occurred. the human was careful in her approach, and cottonee appreciated that much. releasing a quiet yawn, she reacted only a little to the questioning tone. merely responding with a quiet utterance of her own name before proceeding to doze off. she dreamed of warmth and paradise, falling deeper into unconsciousness as the imagery flooded her mind.
she watches, awed, as the creature grows drowsier and drowsier... and it has just enough left to utter its name before it drifts off to sleep. cottonee? it's a cute name for a cute pokemon. she's always had a soft spot for cute things.
and now, she's faced with a dilemma. what to do?
celie supposes that if the pokemon's asleep, she could always present it with a empty pokeball, perhaps catch it while it's unaware. but that would be brash, wouldn't it? then again, she doesn't exactly want to leave it sitting all along and vulnerable either. it's so small, seems so easy for predators...
the cotton is surprisingly soft in her arms when she very carefully encompasses the cottonee in her arms, careful not to jostle it as she positions herself. it's nice. perhaps it wouldn't hurt to just carry the little thing around for a bit, until it wakes and can defend itself again? that's what she's telling herself, anyway, as she tentatively continues on her way.
pidove eyed his wing, the bruised appendage sore and refusing to cooperate. he could barely fly now due to the injury. which meant he was exposed. his flock had left him behind, unwilling to linger due to the abundance of predators that wandered about. he was on his own. and his chances of survival were dwindling with each moment that passed. hopping across the female's trainer path, he merely glanced at her.
a wild pidove appeared! the wild pidove appears to be injured!
Post by celie beaumont on Jun 3, 2015 21:39:52 GMT
"i'm ready for the change, meet me in blue sky"
celie knows she's a tad more vulnerable now, trekking down a route she's ill-dressed for, not only clueless at what she's doing but now with her arms full of cottonee. do pokemon just swoop down and attack? she wonders if they'll hone in on her because she's easier prey, take advantage and go after her while its hard for her to reach for her pokeball--
her inner monologue is quelled, at least for the moment, when she spots a little bird on the ground.
this one, she's sure she knows. dove... pidove? that was it! the thing looks injured, his wing out at a tender angle. he's alone, too. don't pidove usually fly together? she hesitates, thinks, wonders... is it strange, to use a potion on a wild pokemon? but the girl can't help but try it anyway.
careful not to jostle the sleeping cottonee, celie reaches around into her bag and procures a potion. she tries to gai a little ground on the pidove, giving her best coo as she holds up the potion, innocently. if the little bird recognizes what she's doing, maybe it'll let her? "w... want help?"
pidove blinks in confusion at the human woman as she offered her assistance. she appeared to be a delicate thing - a bundle of nerves and sincerity. she produced the bottle of potion and the wild pokemon merely stared at her, hesitating. should he trust the human? she didn't appear to be the deceitful sort. her eyes reflected a fragile light that caused him to hop closer and chirp softly - responding to her coo with his own.
she's half expecting for the pidove to take the defense route and either disappear into the bushes or attack her. when it doesn't, it's a relief and a pleasant surprise. maybe this trainer thing isn't so hard, after all?
with a small smile, she moves a little closer with the potion in hand. o-okay. celie sprays gently at the pidove's injured wing once, twice, three times -- trying her best to get the right angles, hoping it's enough, or, not too much? the girl isn't exactly sure how long the medicine takes to work, either.
meanwhile, she's surprised that the little cottonee is still snoozing in her arms. "better?" she asks the bird pokemon, slightly readjusting the grass-type as she moves to put the potion back aside.
to his immense surprise, the pain melted away, the terrible throbbing vanishing at a near-instant. staring at his wing in shock, he tested it for a short while before cooing in delight. this human had saved him! pidove cooed happily, flapping and quickly settling himself on the woman's shoulder. he pressed his soft cheek against the woman's fleshy one, lovingly showering her with praise as he spread his wings and cooed.
the wild pidove has been healed! the wild pidove has taken a liking to trainer celie!
ah! the pidove seems to heal surprisingly fast -- she hadn't realized medicine could work that efficiently -- and he seems all the better for it. and grateful, to the point of affection. she squeaks when the thing darts toward her, cracks a smile when it lands on her shoulder rather than making some sort of impact. it's a cutie!
celie offers a little, accidental chuckle when the thing presses their cheeks together. careful not to rustle the cottonee in her arms too much in the affair, she hums softly. "you wouldn't want to... come with me, hm?" maybe it was this easy. did trainers usually just attack wild pokemon like this, rather than trying to befriend them? it sounds silly; her method seems much easier.
pidove blinked at the human in confusion at first. she desired to have him? well, then again. he was a strong specimen. surviving on his own in the wilds and all that. puffing out his feathery chest, he made a noise of agreement. nothing wrong with a bit of traveling. he could show his appreciation for the donated medicine in exchange for his services.
she awoke with a snort, eyes blinking open. releasing a irritable bleat, she adjusted herself in the female human's arms. she was very warm and comfy - like a nest.
Post by celie beaumont on Jun 5, 2015 22:36:42 GMT
"i'm ready for the change, meet me in blue sky"
the pidove looks proud -- whether it's from being asked such a question, or from simply being able to answer for himself, she has no idea -- but it's pretty clear that the chirp he offers her in reply is one of assent. a small smile cracks on her lips again. a second pokemon! and a sweetie, at that, he'll make a brave little friend.
celie thinks to reach for an empty pokeball with which to offer to the bird, but she's distracted by the rustling in her arms. the cottonee's awake? it doesn't seem particularly alarmed by the sudden change in surroundings, which is a bit of a relief. in fact, it looks to be finding itself rather comfortable. "o-oh! you're awake." she wonders, will it try to scurry off now? she hopes not. the thing is far too soft and cute for her to want to watch it disappear into the brush.
