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Vday ship: AmeliaxAriadne It was a beautiful and pleasantly cool day outside, as signs of spring were starting to appear. The nose biting cold that had annoyed some villagers was starting to die away in favor of a nicer pleasant temperature. It was the beginning of the month of February, and the warmth of spring was starting to seem like it wanted to make an early appearance. Amelia the Mawile, wanting to start the day off with a very nice breakfast, decided to go to Spinda’s Cafe rather than make a morning meal for herself. Entering the cafe, she saw that many other Pokemon apparently had the same idea as she had, for nearly every seat was filled.
Amelia just decided to sit at a table (although she prefered booths) next to a Purrloin. It wasn’t too long before a Spinda danced over to her and asked to take both of their orders. Amelia glanced at the Purrloin, who was still scanning the menu for something good to eat, and made her
PMD-E Jan Tasks PastThe Children
Many years ago, before Remington or Amelia were even born, a female Dewott with an orange bow around her chest and some fancy wristwear on her wrists, a Glameow with a dark purple bow around its neck and a matching purple corset along with his own fancy wristwear, and a male Dewott with a scarf worn as a bandana were walking through a thick wooded area, heading in the direction of a small village known as Mossy Village. “So, what was that you saying about me back there, BJ?” the Glameow asked the male Dewott, who turned to the other Dewott and chuckled.
“Nothin’ Ace.” BJ replied, hiding a smile as best he could.
“No, I heard you say something, and I wanna know what it was.” Ace countered, suppressing a laugh himself. “Dealer, wha
PMD-E Present January tasks
The Tasks at Hand
Amelia woke up from another one of her dreams, yawning loudly from her deep sleep. Work the previous day had been rough, but sleep was not illusive at all for the first time in weeks. She started the day as she usually did, making the bed, cleaning herself up before breakfast, and heading to the kitchen to find... “What the?!” Amelia shouted when she saw a Gulpin sitting on the couch with a plate of food beside it. “Get out of my house, god damn it! How many times do we have to go through this?!” The Gulpin started to respond before Amelia interrupted him. “No, I don’t wanna hear whatever the hell you have to say! Get out!” The poison type recoiled at her harshness before getting up and quickly running out the door. Amelia sat down on the couch, rubbing her eyelids to relieve the headache she now had. A wonderful way to start her
M7 The Old Ways ch5Chapter 5: Klayton
After taking the Alakazam's directions, they only had to travel for a half of an hour before the buildings of Almomola City came in sight. “There it is!” Remington exclaimed, seeing the city on the horizon.
“Finally...” Ryland complained, relieved to be finally on the last leg of the journey. “I seriously need to sit down...”
“Come on. You can manage.” Remington replied, showing his sympathy to him. He marched ahead of the others happily, eager to get to the city and deliver the letter resting in the bag at his side; all of a sudden, and completely out of nowhere, a tree fell in their path. Remington stopped and yelled in surprise as the tree crashed only inches in front of him.
For a moment, there
M7 The Old Ways ch4Chapter 4: Payton
After a long ordeal of running, Amelia forced the party to stop within the shelter of a clearing, having declared that her bearings were completely lost after the previous ordeal. “Can’t believe I left my map at home...” Amelia muttered to herself, thinking of the very useful map which she had bought very recently, right after the Sorbet disaster. “The first chance I get to use it and I don't even bring it with me...”
“Don’t feel bad.” Remington said as he messed around with his Hidden Power, spinning and rolling the energy balls around childishly. “I forget stuff all the time, remember? For example,” He looked over at the Shinx, who was resting on the soft grass. “I do not remember your name." he told the electric type. "What was it, again?”
M7 The Old Ways ch3Where's that Pokemon?
Remington gave his old locating trick several tries as he and Amelia proceeded in the general direction that the Grotle had pointed out earlier. After a dozen or so tries at it, Remington finally gave up and tossed the coinage back into the bag in defeat. “I give. Can’t find any recognizable trace of a Shinx in any of these coins.” Remington declared. “I guess that old trick doesn't work for me anymore.”
Amelia sighed in disappointment. “Don’t worry. It was certainly worth a try.” Remington's old Psychic move, now replaced with his current Hidden Power, was very versatile in that it gave Remington access to basic Psychic energy. He had been able to find a way to employ the move in a way that allowed him to detect someone's life signature on an object and u
M7 the old ways ch2Chapter 2: The Marauders
“How are we supposed to get through any mara- er, thugs I mean, that we might have to face?” Remington asked Amelia as they passed by the last of the buildings of Tao, marking the end of the village. He glanced at the bag by his side that housed the precious letter that they were supposed to deliver. “We aren't a fighting force of two; We’re supposed to be a fighting force of three. What if we run into a Fire Type? Or a Ground Type? Or...” he gulped in anxiety. “A Fighting Type...?” Amelia suddenly punched Remington in the arm. “Ow! What was that for?” he yelled.
“To get you to shut up!” Amelia said sternly. “We’re not gonna meet any thugs.”
“I seem to recall you
M7 The Old Ways ch1Chapter 1 ~ Mourning
The Mawile awoke with a start, as usual. Amelia's room was unchanged from the night before, when she had been kept up by grief for many hours, sickened with worry at the news that Pyren, as well as practically a third of the village, had suddenly vanished. There was no news as to their possible whereabouts, nor did anyone have any speculation at all as to where all the Pokemon could have disappeared to. It was a great shock to both Amelia and Remington; of the three Pokemon on the team (even though Remington held the position of “official” leader), Pyren was the most capable and most powerful. He was smart, strong, able to speak to others, and most of all, he was the one Pokemon that she and Remington always knew would be by their side.
That wasn't the case now.
5:20i went to the forest
to purify my lungs
then i saw the thick
three letter scar
i left in a slender
birch, and wondered how
i could let you poison
another living thing.
moths aren't afraid of pins
till they're stuck to a piece of styrofoam.
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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