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familiar Familiarcelestina, the hippogryph
played by OOC Nameq
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Post by hyale nephelaid on Apr 13, 2022 22:06:44 GMT -7
[attr="id","m-pegasus"] [attr="class","literature"] it's the wide open skies of a new town which has caused her to fall in love. a new area where she and her pokemon can at least find a comfort in. rather than the busy city, it's a town filled with smaller mom and pop shops alongside with the familiar taste of wonderment. her partner walked alongside the girl as she looked at the various stalls in eclipse town, the rapidash nuzzling her head against her.[break][break] " no, we're not getting you more apples, no matter how much you beg me." as she walked away from the stall, the rapidash galloped, gaining momentum to hit her on the back with her head. hyale fell forward, scraping her arms. " hey!" annoyance stemmed from her voice as she winced at the pain. " ah, i don't have the money to get any medical supplies."[break][break] hyale sat herself down as her rapidash nuzzled its head against her. " you're rude... i hate how you're always so selfish." [nospaces][googlefont=Poppins|Hind][nospaces] [newclass= #m-pegasus]--colrr: #32b8ca; --colrrgb: 50, 184, 202;[/newclass] [newclass=.literature hr]background-color: #1d1d2c; margin: 10px; border: 1px solid #12121e; height: 2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.literature]background: #12121e;border: 4px solid #1d1d2c;outline: 1px solid #31314b;margin: 15px auto;width: 380px;padding: 40px;text-align: justify;font: 400 12px/20px Hind;letter-spacing: 0.4px;min-height: 65px;color: #93a0a6;[/newclass] [newclass=.literature img]display: block;border-radius: 100%;width: 80px;margin-left: auto;margin-right: auto;margin-bottom: 30px;padding: 8px;border: 1px solid #31314b;filter: grayscale(1);[/newclass] [newclass=.literature b]font: 500 13px Poppins;background-image: linear-gradient(rgba(var(--colrrgb), 0.15),rgba(var(--colrrgb), 0.15));background-position: 0 100%;background-repeat: repeat-x;background-size: 100% 40%;color: var(--colrr);text-shadow: -1px -1px 0 #31314b, 1px -1px 0 #31314b, -1px 1px 0 #31314b,1px 1px 0 #31314b;padding: 0px 6px;letter-spacing: 0.75px;[/newclass] [newclass=.literature i]border-bottom: 1px solid var(--colrr);padding-bottom: 3px;font-size: 14px;[/newclass] [newclass=.literature div]margin: 14px 0px 0px;text-align: right;flex-wrap: wrap;display: flex;justify-content: flex-end;flex-direction: row;display: flex;flex-flow: row wrap;align-items: top;gap: 5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.literature div a]font: 400 10px Poppins;line-height: 15px;background-color: #1d1d2c;padding: 4px 8px;letter-spacing: 0.75px;border-radius: 3px;border: solid 1px #31314b;text-decoration: none;text-transform: uppercase;color: #93a0a6 !important;[/newclass] [newclass=.literature div a:before]content: "# ";color: var(--colrr) !important;[/newclass]
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gold
familiar Familiarkafka, storm petrel
played by OOC Nameseliane
—and forever gone the one that you knew
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Post by sylphie reuenthal on Apr 19, 2022 9:26:34 GMT -7
[attr="class","sylphie"]“Sooo— isn’t this, like... a bit excessive?” she presses relentlessly, ignoring the exasperated groan on the other end of the comm line. Annoyance has her clutching tighter to her drifblim, currently ferrying her in its arms across the sea of rooftops. “Not one, but two top rangers for an escort mission? Seriously?”
That had to be the worst joke she’d heard all year... she hadn’t aspired to this position to be assigned such menial work. She’d wanted an adventure—which to her knowledge did not involve hovering protectively around VIPs in their silly, starched-up suits, ushering them to and from whatever fancy venue demanded their presence for the evening.
From her earpiece she hears Kafka sigh, slightly garbled against the whistling of the wind. ( “Calm down, would you?” ) The mental image of him sinking deeper into his chair with the bridge of his nose pinched between fingers does draw from her the tiniest shred of sympathy—just enough to dissuade her from launching into another string of complaints. ( “I’ve been trying to explain for the past ten minutes now, that’s not what you’re going there to do—” )
She gives a hum at that, interest snagging like wool on a thorn. Oh really?
Naturally, the admission begs the question: “...‘kay, then why the farce?”
In search and rescue—what she’s used to, what she ought to be doing—there’s usually not a second to spare. Right now, there’s no immediate danger. No cries for help, no one to pluck from the grasp of some raging river, or clinging to some unspeakably tiny notch in a cliffside for dear life in need of saving. But all this effort to waste some time on Kafka’s part is decidedly odd, has a restlessness stirring in her limbs, pressing itself to the hairline fractures in her patience.
Kafka’s prolonged silence now, after he’d been so talkative, isn’t helping.
“Who am I meeting up with, exactly?” No sooner had the words passed her lips, than sounds the sharp click of a tongue.
There we go. She’s grateful for the noise the wind provides to smother her laughter.
( “...Cromwell,” ) The name is quick to dampen her amusement and twist it into something unsavory. ( “You’ll be getting the proper mission details from her in Delphi, on some poaching incidents that have been cropping up in the area recently. She’s already been informed you’re on the way, so I suggest you make haste and get there at least a day early to figure out—” )
“If it’s Darya I’ll be seeing—” she cuts in stiffly, “—then I’ll treat myself to a mental health day first. Speak to you later!” On that pleasant note, Sylphie hurriedly plucks out the earpiece, holding the device further from her person as she switches it off, so as not to have her eardrums blown out by Kafka’s indignant yelling. She’d treat him to a meal or something when this was over, as a token of apology for putting up with her spontaneous escapades. Darya Cromwell (and her haughty garchomp), on the other hand—
She rolls her eyes, mood already souring. Every instance spent in that woman’s presence was nerve-grating. Maybe a few mental health days were in order.
With the device tucked away and her ride beginning its descent, she shifts her weight forward to give the town below her a cursory once-over. It looked nice enough: cute stalls lining not-too-busy streets, a relatively quiet place compared to where she was ultimately headed—but ideal for a quick getaway.
“Getting off! Take your time to look around if you want.” She offers her drifblim an affectionate pat before pushing herself off of her makeshift seat of its intertwined limbs, dropping down—
—into what should have been a graceful landing.
Instead, she startles upon realizing she’d very narrowly missed breaking her fall with a girl and her rapidash, awkwardly stumbling forward— thankfully, her own pokemon is quick to intercept her and break her momentum.
“Are you all right?” she asks, a little breathless, eyes glittering with concern.
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gold
familiar Familiarcelestina, the hippogryph
played by OOC Nameq
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Post by hyale nephelaid on Apr 26, 2022 16:35:10 GMT -7
[attr="id","m-pegasus"] [attr="class","literature"] if it was only the rapidash present and not another person, hyale would have given celestina a good talking to. upon closer inspection of the girl before her, she noticed the badge of the rangers on her. " i-i'm alright!" there is a tinge of red on the tip of her ears. she felt embarrassed seeing how concerned the other party was.[break][break] celestina brayed, nudging her nose against hyale's shoulder, an attempt to coerce the girl to inquire about the other. " ah, and you? are you alright?"[break][break] hyale turned to the rapidash as she approached the girl. the light in the horse's eyes glint with curiosity before letting out a huff of air. "h-hey, apologise to her, celestina." hyale stood, only to wince from the pain on her knee. " sorry about her, i still haven't taught her proper manners and she refuses to stay in her pokeball."[break][break] she sat back down on the bench, taking off her messenger bag and began to rummage through it to find disinfectant and bandages. [nospaces][googlefont=Poppins|Hind][nospaces] [newclass= #m-pegasus]--colrr: #32b8ca; --colrrgb: 50, 184, 202;[/newclass] [newclass=.literature hr]background-color: #1d1d2c; margin: 10px; border: 1px solid #12121e; height: 2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.literature]background: #12121e;border: 4px solid #1d1d2c;outline: 1px solid #31314b;margin: 15px auto;width: 380px;padding: 40px;text-align: justify;font: 400 12px/20px Hind;letter-spacing: 0.4px;min-height: 65px;color: #93a0a6;[/newclass] [newclass=.literature img]display: block;border-radius: 100%;width: 80px;margin-left: auto;margin-right: auto;margin-bottom: 30px;padding: 8px;border: 1px solid #31314b;filter: grayscale(1);[/newclass] [newclass=.literature b]font: 500 13px Poppins;background-image: linear-gradient(rgba(var(--colrrgb), 0.15),rgba(var(--colrrgb), 0.15));background-position: 0 100%;background-repeat: repeat-x;background-size: 100% 40%;color: var(--colrr);text-shadow: -1px -1px 0 #31314b, 1px -1px 0 #31314b, -1px 1px 0 #31314b,1px 1px 0 #31314b;padding: 0px 6px;letter-spacing: 0.75px;[/newclass] [newclass=.literature i]border-bottom: 1px solid var(--colrr);padding-bottom: 3px;font-size: 14px;[/newclass] [newclass=.literature div]margin: 14px 0px 0px;text-align: right;flex-wrap: wrap;display: flex;justify-content: flex-end;flex-direction: row;display: flex;flex-flow: row wrap;align-items: top;gap: 5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.literature div a]font: 400 10px Poppins;line-height: 15px;background-color: #1d1d2c;padding: 4px 8px;letter-spacing: 0.75px;border-radius: 3px;border: solid 1px #31314b;text-decoration: none;text-transform: uppercase;color: #93a0a6 !important;[/newclass] [newclass=.literature div a:before]content: "# ";color: var(--colrr) !important;[/newclass]
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gold
familiar Familiarkafka, storm petrel
played by OOC Nameseliane
—and forever gone the one that you knew
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Post by sylphie reuenthal on Apr 28, 2022 0:09:00 GMT -7
[attr="class","sylphie"]Sylphie merely inclines her head slightly at the response, gaze flitting to her knee as she winces. Right... that was probably just gave a reflexive response, she decides, as that didn’t exactly indicate ‘all right’ to her.
Far more assured of her own assessment, Sylphie pays no mind to way she's lightly jostled as her drifblim drapes its 'arms' around her to peer curiously over her shoulder, in favour of mirroring Hyale's actions— sifting through the contents of the pouch attached to her hip until she finds what she's looking for: disinfectant and a bandage.
"...Me?" She presses her lips together in a smile, amused. "I'm completely fine. My landings aren't always like that, I promise. I got kind of careless this time, is all." Followed by a silent afterthought of: I've gone through worse. She didn't need to hear that, not with how out of sorts she already seemed.
Her attention drifts to the approaching rapidash. "No need to apologize! That's just how they are, sometimes." Reaching out, her fingers brush gently against Celestina's muzzle in greeting. "They'll learn, it just takes some time. This one, for example," she says, tilting her head back against her pokemon's loose embrace. "used to be super clingy. She still is, honestly, but she's slowly warming up to people."
Shyly, the drifblim offers a wave.
"Oh, and—" Wielding the travel-sized bottle of disinfectant spray, she holds it up for the other girl's view. "I can help with that... if you like?" Technically, this was her job. Sort of. Typically the circumstances in which she administered first aid were much more dire, but she wasn't about to ignore an injury presented right in front of her; she could even call it a nice change of pace.
(And it certainly didn't hurt that helping out would kill more time.)
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