Post by Sera Harmonia on Jan 6, 2014 22:18:36 GMT -6
~ SERAPHINA ~ 
Jan 2, Year 1, Evening
These pants were going to take forever to mend. That was Sera's primary concern at the moment as she sat in her room in the New Pallet Trainer's Inn. Four of her Pokemon were currently with the nurse being looked over, ointment applied to little cuts, etc. The other two, her Fluffroots-- she reserved the right to change the name as she saw fit until it was officially recorded anywhere-- were stashed safely in her bag resting in their PokeBalls. They hadn't sustained very much damage, after all, and, well... It wasn't that she didn't trust the nurses, she just.. wasn't taking any chances, what with the Professor confirming her being the first to capture this species and all.
As for Sera herself, she sat on the room's bed, in just a camisole and underwear, looking over her day clothes. Her legs had both received a decent bit of ointment themselves and were now bandaged from just below her knees to about two thirds of the way down her calves where she'd received quite a few cuts and a lot more lashes earlier. Above had been too high for the roots to get more than a few hits in and the few light marks she had weren't worth the effort, while below had been protected by her boots. She'd heal just fine, though; her pants were not so lucky. In another time and place, one might say they were 'ruined'. In Mi-aro, where having a love of clothing meant hoarding every scrap of fabric one could get, Sera knew they'd always look a little 'scarred' after repair, but by God she was going to repair them.
Once she got some needle and thread, anyway. She really should have brought hers from home. In retrospect, she couldn't imagine why she wouldn't have. It certainly couldn't have had anything to do with being naturally forgetful. Clearly something had distracted her, and she was just forgetting what. ..Using forgetting to prove she hadn't forgotten wasn't really working was it.
WELL ANYWAY. She couldn't mend her pants just yet, and had already eaten what meager rations the Inn provided, so she needed something to do for the remainder of the evening while her Pokemon were healing.
Remembering she still had that string in her bag, she shrugged and took it out to continue braiding it. Six feet...
Seven feet...
Eight...
Nine....
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Jan 2, Year 1, Night
A little beep from her X-Gear notified Sera that it had just hit the hour- the twenty-second hour of the day, to be precise. Wow she really needed to get to sleep. Surveying the string/rope, she decided she had about half of it done. Yes, that would suffice, she decided. She put it back in her bag and stretched out on the bed. For all that she'd whittled away a lot of it just busying her hands, it had been a long day...
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Jan 3, Year 1, Morning
Sera woke up and got dressed as usual (she may have forgotten her sewing supplies, but she did at least bring spare clothes). She released one Fluffroot at a time in her room, prodding each one a little (and getting lashed on the hand once) to make sure they were awake and okay and doing her best to explain the whole trainer concept to each one. After that she made sure both were securely stored and gathered all her things, put on her red cloak, and headed up front to collect her other Pokemon.
The nurse greeted her as she did every traveler and assured her it would be just one moment. As Sera stood in the lobby waiting, she noticed there appeared to be quite a buzz among a few of the other trainers there. Curious, she moved a little closer to eavesdrop.
"I know, I can't believe it," one woman was saying. "Such a rare species, too."
Rare? o3o
"Well, it was back home. You never know here." This was an older man, probably a bit older than the professor, responding, so it sounded like most of his training experience came from the old world.
About that time, the nurse returned and got Sera's attention. She thanked the woman and took them all to tuck them away in her bag, then moved closer to the small group of trainers. "Excuse me~ I don't mean to pry, but did you say something about a rare type of Pokemon somewhere?"
"You haven't heard?" a third trainer, a younger man, said. "A trainer came in from Port City a few hours ago. She said the whole place is overrun with Anorith!"
"Wh--What." She couldn't even keep up her sweet facade for that one; the word was exceedingly flat, and what followed mildly irritated. "I was there yesterday!"
The woman from before gave her an odd look. "Must've left out early, then. Apparently some novice trainer really angered a whole mess of them some time yesterday and they've been swarming all night!" ...Oops.
"Ambassador Nguyen put out a mass call for help getting them under control." It was the older man again. "They'll even reimburse the PokeBalls used doing so!"
...What!? Sera managed to feign a look of fascination. "Oh, how exciting! I hope everyone is okay!" Her tone was again its public-usual sweet.
Another minute or two of small talk about the event and in general transpired before Sera found an appropriate place to excuse herself. As soon as she was outside the front door of the inn, however, she bolted. Once she was far enough she didn't think those inside would hear her, she finally let out her pent up: "THIS. IS. BULLSHIT."
The girl was seething. She'd been living in Port City for around half her life and the day she leaves is when something crazy happens?! What the HELL, man. What the hell.
She was so caught up in her thoughts of rage that she wasn't especially watching where she was going, and suddenly hit the ground, having tripped over... something.
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Unproperly Indentified New Species x2 TP: IC, +1 each (1 total on each)
These pants were going to take forever to mend. That was Sera's primary concern at the moment as she sat in her room in the New Pallet Trainer's Inn. Four of her Pokemon were currently with the nurse being looked over, ointment applied to little cuts, etc. The other two, her Fluffroots-- she reserved the right to change the name as she saw fit until it was officially recorded anywhere-- were stashed safely in her bag resting in their PokeBalls. They hadn't sustained very much damage, after all, and, well... It wasn't that she didn't trust the nurses, she just.. wasn't taking any chances, what with the Professor confirming her being the first to capture this species and all.
As for Sera herself, she sat on the room's bed, in just a camisole and underwear, looking over her day clothes. Her legs had both received a decent bit of ointment themselves and were now bandaged from just below her knees to about two thirds of the way down her calves where she'd received quite a few cuts and a lot more lashes earlier. Above had been too high for the roots to get more than a few hits in and the few light marks she had weren't worth the effort, while below had been protected by her boots. She'd heal just fine, though; her pants were not so lucky. In another time and place, one might say they were 'ruined'. In Mi-aro, where having a love of clothing meant hoarding every scrap of fabric one could get, Sera knew they'd always look a little 'scarred' after repair, but by God she was going to repair them.
Once she got some needle and thread, anyway. She really should have brought hers from home. In retrospect, she couldn't imagine why she wouldn't have. It certainly couldn't have had anything to do with being naturally forgetful. Clearly something had distracted her, and she was just forgetting what. ..Using forgetting to prove she hadn't forgotten wasn't really working was it.
WELL ANYWAY. She couldn't mend her pants just yet, and had already eaten what meager rations the Inn provided, so she needed something to do for the remainder of the evening while her Pokemon were healing.
Remembering she still had that string in her bag, she shrugged and took it out to continue braiding it. Six feet...
Seven feet...
Eight...
Nine....
---
Jan 2, Year 1, Night
A little beep from her X-Gear notified Sera that it had just hit the hour- the twenty-second hour of the day, to be precise. Wow she really needed to get to sleep. Surveying the string/rope, she decided she had about half of it done. Yes, that would suffice, she decided. She put it back in her bag and stretched out on the bed. For all that she'd whittled away a lot of it just busying her hands, it had been a long day...
---
Jan 3, Year 1, Morning
Sera woke up and got dressed as usual (she may have forgotten her sewing supplies, but she did at least bring spare clothes). She released one Fluffroot at a time in her room, prodding each one a little (and getting lashed on the hand once) to make sure they were awake and okay and doing her best to explain the whole trainer concept to each one. After that she made sure both were securely stored and gathered all her things, put on her red cloak, and headed up front to collect her other Pokemon.
The nurse greeted her as she did every traveler and assured her it would be just one moment. As Sera stood in the lobby waiting, she noticed there appeared to be quite a buzz among a few of the other trainers there. Curious, she moved a little closer to eavesdrop.
"I know, I can't believe it," one woman was saying. "Such a rare species, too."
Rare? o3o
"Well, it was back home. You never know here." This was an older man, probably a bit older than the professor, responding, so it sounded like most of his training experience came from the old world.
About that time, the nurse returned and got Sera's attention. She thanked the woman and took them all to tuck them away in her bag, then moved closer to the small group of trainers. "Excuse me~ I don't mean to pry, but did you say something about a rare type of Pokemon somewhere?"
"You haven't heard?" a third trainer, a younger man, said. "A trainer came in from Port City a few hours ago. She said the whole place is overrun with Anorith!"
"Wh--What." She couldn't even keep up her sweet facade for that one; the word was exceedingly flat, and what followed mildly irritated. "I was there yesterday!"
The woman from before gave her an odd look. "Must've left out early, then. Apparently some novice trainer really angered a whole mess of them some time yesterday and they've been swarming all night!" ...Oops.
"Ambassador Nguyen put out a mass call for help getting them under control." It was the older man again. "They'll even reimburse the PokeBalls used doing so!"
...What!? Sera managed to feign a look of fascination. "Oh, how exciting! I hope everyone is okay!" Her tone was again its public-usual sweet.
Another minute or two of small talk about the event and in general transpired before Sera found an appropriate place to excuse herself. As soon as she was outside the front door of the inn, however, she bolted. Once she was far enough she didn't think those inside would hear her, she finally let out her pent up: "THIS. IS. BULLSHIT."
The girl was seething. She'd been living in Port City for around half her life and the day she leaves is when something crazy happens?! What the HELL, man. What the hell.
She was so caught up in her thoughts of rage that she wasn't especially watching where she was going, and suddenly hit the ground, having tripped over... something.
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Unproperly Indentified New Species x2 TP: IC, +1 each (1 total on each)
