Week 22.

[azumods]

WEEK 22 The last time you were in Snowpoint City, it was after a week of hiking through waist-deep snow and a perpetual storm; needless to say, the flight is a little rough due to turbulence but it's definitely nowhere near as miserable. Granted, the seasons are turning and as such the city is even colder than it was before; it was frigid in July, and as it turns out, it's even moreso in November. But the snowfall within the city itself is gentle, if constant, coating the buildings and rooftops with a light powder that sticks just enough to be played in. The temple doors are no longer frozen over, though the gym remains closed; the Shellos here seem to be trying to re-enact West Side Story again, but that's likely better than simply being blank and emotionless. There have thankfully been other changes to the world, as is noticeable when you arrive; among other things, the people at the Pokémon Center seem to recognize you, and they seem almost pleased to see you... CURRENT LOCATION: SNOWPOINT CITY POKEMON AVAILABLE: WITHIN CITIES SURROUNDING ROUTES: SNOWY TERRAIN MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY [OOC: Welcome to week twenty-two of Azume; feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend. Don't forget that a write-up is due this weekend!]

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MONDAY

[azumods]

[divinedescendant]

[Audhulma's favorite spot to perch has been Latona—just, like, in general. She made a valiant steed before finding a moon stone and has since tolerated having her shoulders and head used as chairs. As of this morning, this has become a problem. Latona plods across the city with Audhulma, now only a little shorter than her, thrown over one shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Any passing Pokémon might hear a conversation as they go—]

This is rude. You've got no grace. You should carry me like a princess.

You've got perfectly functional legs. I shouldn't carry you at all.

It's cold! I shouldn't have to WALK in all this! You're so mean to me!

[A flash of light, and Audhulma disappears, reappearing in an instant to poise herself perfectly so Latona can catch her in her arms—and Latona just lets her drop to the ground into the snow.]

What have we learned today.

That I am isolated in this cruel tundra of a world! That even those you trust most and endlessly offer your heart to will betray you, will leave you to die in the lonely arctic...!

[Audhulma absolutely does not stop the theatrics even as Latona, ever-weary, scoops Audhulma out of the snow, holding her bridal style in her arms so she can march right on. Where has Emmeryn gone. Why are you two doing this.

In the afternoon, it's Heim's turn to get himself in trouble as he works on learning what an opinion is and how to have one. Emmeryn lingers nearby, not half as bundled up as her egg. Before setting it in the carrier sling, she bundled it up in just about every scarf in her possession, and she still keeps an arm around it in front of her.

She watches Heim flutter this way and that, inquisitive and distracted. Wings! He likes those, and likes having those; he enjoys flying. Snow—he veers off-course mid-flight with a look of purpose in his eyes focused on a snowbank and crashes right into it. He doesn't like that! Not at all! A muffled squall comes from inside the snowbank, persistent until Emmeryn comes over to dig him out. Shellos? He flutters down in between some warring factions and hovers only an inch or two off the ground. What's going on, gang? How are we doing? He receives a face full of mud-slap for his effort, and flies, crying, to Emmeryn. How could anyone do such a thing?! Emmeryn unwinds the scarf around her own neck and bundles Heim up in it; his wings twitch underneath and he shakes and flails until he can throw the scarf to the ground. He likes wings, though, and he likes Emmeryn, so he decides on flying right next to her face, where she has to deal with him occasionally just colliding into her and ruining her hair. Please feel free to interrupt any phase of "Heim learns what a feeling is and if he likes it or not."

From the early evening, Emmeryn holes up in the Pokémon Center, where she trades the staff tea from her apparently infinite supply for some kompot. While she sits at a table with her egg in her lap, Audhulma and Latona sitting nearby, and Heim fluttering near her face some more, Duma paces back and forth across the Center without any apparent aim. Once in a while, he rumbles, quiet, mid-march. Otherwise, he shows no interest in anything or anyone in his way except to waddle around it. What a world we live in that Duma's causing the least trouble of her whole team today...

Despite the weather, Emmeryn's as warm as ever, smiling at everyone coming in.]

Good evening. The snow is so much easier to appreciate without having spent a week trudging in it already, hm?

Evening

[takestheblame]

I can't say I'm fond of it.

[The week they spent trudging in snow kind of soured his opinion on snow, yeah]

[divinedescendant]

No? I will grant that it is easier to enjoy from where it's warm inside...

evening

[enjoymyatelier]

Indeed.

[He sits down with his own delicious kompot to converse like a human being.]

Admittedly, I still haven't gotten used to flying like this, but... if nothing else, it's over quickly enough.

[divinedescendant]

Flying almost makes me miss the march, truthfully... Ah, but I certainly would not trade it away for another hike through the frost.

The pokemon prompt

[hyruglyphics]

[ And near the both of them is... Bosphoramus. The scarred but otherwise rounded old Onix actually chuckles in such a way it sounds like boulders grinding together mostly because of their bickering there. Admittedly, he can't possibly be subtle, but.

He wasn't trying. ]

TUESDAY

[azumods]

[gekkaju]

[Ever since they arrived in Snowpoint, Atsushi's Eevee Grace wanted to go out and play in it. He was still tired from their encounter over the weekend though, so he accidentally slept in too much on Monday to give her the chance...but he's sure to get up early at the Pokemon Center before work so he can walk outside with her running around his feet excitedly, hopping almost up to his knees until he leads her out into the snow. Mizushi follows behind both of them, having been fond of the Eevee even before he evolved.

But when they get Outside...]

Huh?

[Atsushi squints up into the cloudy sky, noticing that the snow coming down is...different than it had been previously. He's at least wearing a jacket now that he bought from the store, so the sparkly diamond like snow falling onto him isn't too cold. Whatever it is, and however it's happening, it's incredibly beautiful. Grace bounds through the snow with excited squeaks, covered in sparkling white near immediately even as Atsushi and Mizushi follow her out into the snow.]

Wow...

[eudaimonikos]

What's all this?

[Michael's winter coat is a dark navy blue. The shiny snow glitters brightly on it as he holds an arm up to inspect it.]

Weather wasn't like this the last time...

[semistableman]

[They might be here under better circumstances than the last time, but Bucky still has spent the last few years living in Africa. He hates snow. But he grew up in Brooklyn, he's incredibly familiar with the variety of types of snow. He's just never seen this.]

I've never seen anything like it.

[radiantflame]

[Morag might not be as familiar with winter weather as everyone else but she can tell this is different.

...And so can her team, apparently. Jurgen is trying to catch the flakes on his tongue.]

Well, this is quite lovely.

[hyruglyphics]

Oh... oh wow! What a phenomenon! It's gorgeous!

[ She, of course, goes for the Sheikah Slate on her belt so that she can take some pictures! Or well, she intends to right up until it makes a weird beep. She groans and shakes it, and once she does, Vah Daroh the Porygon-2 pops out of the screen, turning back to real instead of data and perhaps huffing a little. ]

[takestheblame]

[For the first time in a while, Kiryu can say he appreciates the snow. In the morning, on the Pokecenter, they all go outside.

Maybe it's because it looks...special. The rest of his team, out of their Pokeballs, trudge into the snow. Haruka in concrete is enjoying the place a lot, diving into the snowbanks with joy]

I didn't think I'd be glad to see snow again.

[Not too long ago he told Emmeryn he wasn't fond of snow these days, yet now here he is. Figures.

Later, Daigo, Aka, and Ni go around. They all are carrying lumber for the residents, or helping around any way they can. The people of Snowpoint aren't in condition to thank them or anything, but they do it nonetheless. It seems that since he evolved, Daigo has taken his rightful place as Kiryu's right hand, guiding everyone else in the team]

...that bear has grown a lot since I met him a few months ago, and I don't mean how tall he is now.

[He's so proud of Daigo]

later

[niceoppai]

He's a good leader, huh? Really seems to like helpin' out.

WEDNESDAY

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THURSDAY

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FRIDAY

[azumods]

[eudaimonikos]

[Michael's been enjoying himself this week, reuniting with the horde of ghosts he befriended back when he first started doing all of this. Jane Doe's so much more personable than she was when they were last here - he spends a good portion of the morning roaming the outskirts of the city with her, letting her show him around her old haunts. The cold's not so bad, really, when you aren't sick and haven't had to hike through hell to get up here.

After that, he visits the temple. You can probably find him hanging around there, either having an entirely one-sided chat with Big Blinky, or else just poking around.]

It's funny how this guy's the only god with a temple here, isn't it? Unless we count that church from Hearthome. I don't, that was just weird.

[Tonight, he'll be making kompot in the Pokemon Center. It's finally cold enough for the single other human food he really knows how to make!]

Want a mug?

temple

[discutio]

It is a little strange...then again, devoting a temple or altar to every deity we know of would get a touch crowded.

[Ignis brought a hand to his mouth in thought, Hemera at his feet and silver Eevee perched comfortably on his shoulder.]

There's the statue back in Eterna; safe to assume by now it's a combined dedication to Dialga and Palkia unless I've very much misunderstood how it looks. Odd that we've not encountered anything for the creator god so far as I'm aware, though.

temple

[hyruglyphics]

It's true, isn't it...? I suppose... it could relate back to what the lake guardians said [ Well. Uxie. ] About the difference of reference and friendship...?

Maybe.

[ She answers dully. She wanted to see Regigigas and/or Candice (mostly Candice) up close again. ]

temple

[enjoymyatelier]

Well, in fairness, they actually seem to be living there rather than off in some other dimension of their own making.

[...]

It is a bit interesting, though.

temple

[semistableman]

It is pretty strange.

I don't understand how the Guardians don't have shrines of their own.

[swiftasacoursingkawa]

[The things that happened last weekend were something of an eye-opener. This kind of thing should really have been obvious, but somehow it doesn't really hit him until his practice match against Jupiter (quite the entertaining sight, but eventually ended in his loss) and the ensuing conversation. Battling really isn't what's going to save them, is it?

Even so, he can't help but train anyway. It's all he knows how to do, and it keeps his Pokemon happy, so he can't really refuse them. Today, though, practice is a pretty laid back affair: Sena's just throwing the football for his Pokemon to catch. Although...throwing is kind of a strong word for it.

He's doing his best.

Eventually, though, between his clumsy tosses and Portus cheating by just telporting to where the ball's going to land, the Kadabra switches place with Sena and starts throwing balls instead. And by throwing them, he means "psychically launching them with the speed and force of a bullet." It's an awful lot like Hiruma's sharp rotating passes, actually, so Sena doesn't find it too alarming.

In fact, he's so used to that type of pass that onlookers can find Sena joining in on the catch practice, weaving in and out of his team with precise accuracy. While he can't always overpower or outspeed them (they've all evolved enough that they're definitely faster and stronger than him by this point), his own finely tuned instincts and extensive practice means that he can sometimes outmaneuver them on sheer footwork alone.

It's. It's definitely some kind of training, but isn't this just kind of a more ridiculous version of catch...?]

danger catch

[eudaimonikos]

Geez, why don't we just have him throw a ball at Cyrus's head next time?

[This seems more effective than battling, tbh]