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DECEMBER LOG PT2
DECEMBER LOG PT2
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→ DESPITE EVERYTHING, YOU'RE STILL ALIVE
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The earthquakes cease and the smog slowly begins to clear. It'll be hours before the sky breaks through and the moon could be seen once more, but the fires of the volcano finally calm down and the screams of terror cease, only to be replaced with concerned shouting. Is everyone all right? Where is so-and-so? Is there a doctor nearby? Both people and Pokemon run back and forth, attending to what and who they can.Although fatalities seem to be low, injuries are high. Some have fallen during their escape while others have been pelted by falling rocks, but nearly everyone is a victim to high levels of carbon monoxide and the thick scattering of ashes. All types of Pokemon pitch in to help - even wild ones - as they try their best to create a shelter for the remainder of the night and escort the young and elderly to the still-functioning boba shop.
No one will be falling asleep anytime soon, however.
→ IT'S TIME TO REBUILD
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Throughout the next few days and weeks, the people of Hami try to rebuild their lives once more. They erect campsites and learn how to survive on their new island. Unlike last time, however, help arrives from different parts of Cassava - Toran, Mango, and Melona. Food and water are passed around while additional medical staff tend to the still-injured. Mari and Konoha have also tagged along, relieved that Tsubomi have made it out all right, but saddened by the state of things. The three gym leaders make themselves available to assist where they can, including being free for gym battles, though they may make a face and, in Tsubomi's case, scowl. A little distraction is good, though, and they will eventually relent to a challenge.As supplies are passed around, volunteers of the support team mention that the HMs for Fly and Surf have been finally located. There were multiple copies held in each city and town's Pokemon Centre for trainers to use, but they've all gone missing earlier that year. No one understands why, but they've managed to find a single copy of each in an old and forgotten box in Toran. With this, everyone can now travel by Pokemon and shorten each day of a trip to an hour, so for a five-day hike, it'll turn into a five-hour flight. Pretty useful, huh?
The HMs are passed around for Pokemon to learn, but with the large amount of people and long line-ups, you'll only have the chance to learn one of the two moves. Choose wisely as they may not be seen for a while again.
→ HO HO HO-LY SHIT
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Despite the grim beginning of the month, the latter half of December is filled with cheer and joy - even for Hami Island, whose people are making the best out of their situation. Christmas is near and everyone is excited to end this hectic year with smiles. Bright decorations are hung and although Toran is the only location with natural snowfall, ice-type Pokemon artifically create snow for everyone to enjoy. Some are nicer about it than others, as Spheals use Powder Snow to create beautiful gusts of snowflakes in the air while Sneasels use Icy Wind when people are least expecting it, causing hats to go flying and for tinier Pokemon to tumble away.Little Delibirds wander through all towns and campsites to spread the joy. They give away presents from their seemingly-endless-void-of-a-bag, chirping happily as they hand over either a gift or a bomb. If you're lucky, it's the former and you'll get whatever material present that you've wanted or needed, even if you didn't know it, but if you're not so fortunate... well, at least it's easy to find doctors in Cassava.
But the Delibirds aren't enough to replace a real Santa Claus. Children beg and yell for one, but in the midst of all the panic and fuss over the volcano and Hami's citizens, every town forgot to hire someone to play the jolly ol' man. Oops. Well, be a dear and sub in, why don't you? It's okay if you don't look the part. They'll just shove you into an itchy costume and use superglue for the fake beard. It's okay if it takes an entire night or two for it to come off. You gotta do it for the children, who are more than insistent on tugging on it for fun.
Christmas eventually comes and goes before it's New Year's Eve. Everyone makes preparations for the fireworks show for their respective town and campsite. By the end of the night, the sky is lit with bright and sparkling colours. It's a beautiful end to the year and everyone peacefully goes to sleep that night. Some dream of a better future while others dream of fulfilling their resolutions, but for each isekai'd traveller, they all share one single dream: an out-of-body experience in darkness with a presence that surrounds them.
"What is your deepest, darkest desire?"
→ MOD NOTES
⬥ Congratulations for surviving the year! Your IC gift is learning either Fly or Surf and one item of your OOC choosing. This item may be a canon regain or simply anything else, but regardless of the choice, please comment underneath the proper top-level to get it approved.
⬥ Happy holidays and an early happy new year!
⬥ Happy holidays and an early happy new year!
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[Normal circumstances, like the ones under which Sagi isn't about to turn into another horrible monster. Sure, he can't argue with those. No shanking for the time being, then. He frowns at the shadowy figure for a moment longer, but it doesn't seem to be up to anything suspicious; it's strangely unresponsive for something he presumes is alive. Guillo could have used acting lessons from this thing.]
He sure doesn't talk much.
[Maybe that's why it and Joss are friends.]
hey sagi imagine having the soul of a dead guy inside you who is also technically you
[The tired, bitter part of him was absolutely more loquacious, but it occurs to him that was also a shade modeled after the original. Sidurgu and Rielle's anecdotes had told him a lot about Fray's personality, but not how chatty he was.
Then again, it's fair to assume anyone with a pulse would be chattier than the Living Shadow. Unless they were mute. Or under a silence debuff. Or trying not to incur Alisaie's wrath.]
imagine the soul of a dead guy being literally right there but refraining from saying anything rn
[This may be a wild leap of logic by most people's standards, but it would explain how uncannily silent the apparition is and why Joss doesn't think it's going to be any trouble. Sagi feels more at ease relaxing instead of picking a fight now.]
Well, whatever. Um, just watch your step, you and him both. Someone, uh, stuck rotting fish all over this tree... [He can't stop himself pulling a face as he explains that. It's nasty.] So we were just getting rid of them.
[By dropping them in a pile on the ground with no obvious follow-up plan in mind. He'll think of something eventually.]
imagine.
I know. They don't keep in this weather.
[Absolutely the reaction of someone who has nothing to do with this.]
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[...He might put two and two together eventually. He hasn't yet.]
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Hmhmm. Did not consider the difference in temperature. Sorry.
[Metaphorical neon sign flashing over Joss's head saying "I did this" dot gif.]
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You put them there?!
[He looks down at the mouldering Magikarp pile. It's an alliterative enough descriptor for Joss to potentially see interactable sparkles around it, but he doesn't know that. They don't know that, either. They are beyond such mortal concerns as explaining themselves.]
Uh, did they... tell you to? Are they supposed to be there?
[His understanding of this weird holiday is scattershot at best, but he feels like they should tell people about the rotting fish up front??? It's such a waste of fish!]
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Joss tilts his head, confused. They're fish. Fish don't talk.* (*Sahagins need not apply.)]
Tradition from my homeland. We hang a type of rare fish. Inedible. They don't usually rot so fast.
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Oh - I meant the people who put these trees up. [But then couldn't be assed to decorate them at the same time, apparently. Anyway, it sounds like it was Joss's own idea, so hopefully he didn't miss any important explanations the way he missed out on the instruction manual for being an escaped lab experiment.] If they weren't expecting dead fish, I don't know how welcome the surprise would be...
Keep going.
Yeah, I was going to. Sorry, Joscelaint.
[Imagine having a dead guy inside you who talks sometimes.]
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The dead guy who talks sometimes... makes sense, too, once Joss puts the pieces together, because unlike Sagi he has half a brain.
Joss has an impeccable pokerface. The surprise barely shows on his features.]
... Um. Master Marno, I presume.
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[Sagi quirks an eyebrow at empty space.] Marno... Don't tell me you're shy? He covered a tree in fish, and he has a sword ghost following him.
[Well, it's true. Joss is a weirdo. Sagi doesn't get any ethereal response to that, though, so after a few seconds he looks back at Joss. It does not give his neck as much of a reprieve as it should.]
I guess neither of our friends feel like talking right now... But yeah, that's him. Don't worry, he'll come around.
[He can definitely say that more cheerfully than the fish thing.]
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Sorry. I did not mean to offend.
[That's all the apologizing he'll do, though, because he's quite frankly done trying to appease people who are rude to him for no reason. But he likes Sagi, so he's willing to believe the statement that Marno is just being cranky.
Almost as a reflection of that guarded reaction, the Living Shadow shifts and holds its sword in front of it, tip buried in the ground.]
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Mm, I don't think it's you, anyway. It's probably just the way your friend looks.
[Whoops, this next dead fish is too high up in the tree for him to properly reach even with a little hop; he was a bit too distracted by the shadow to remember he can fly. He manages to swat the Magikarp off the branch anyway, it just splats onto the ground closer to Joss's feet than the rest of the pile. It really doesn't smell good.]
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Joss's plan was to awkwardly shuffles back so the Magikarp doesn't spill gross rotten juices all over his somehow-exposed-by-his-armor toes... but Esteem, or rather Joss's sense of self-preservation, has another idea. The shade suddenly swirls its sword around, catching the fish in mid-air with the flat of the weapon and sending it flying above everyone's heads.
It explodes on impact with the ground, entrails spilling everywhere. Joss can only be grateful it didn't burst when the sword hit it, but he isn't grateful for the mess.]
Harder to clean up...
[The Living Shadow, having resumed its standing position, doesn't move or reply to that.]
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[Sagi's yelp of surprise gets cut off by a brief gagging sound when the fish, well, bursts in front of him. While it didn't land on his feet, he's definitely wearing sandals today, and regretting it already.]
I... really don't want to pick that up...
[But nobody asked him to take these fish down either, other than arguably himself, and yet here he is. He looks back at Joss, who for all his weird proportions is a more pleasant sight than rotting fish guts.] What just happened, anyway?
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[Joss sadly looks at the fish juices splattered on Sagi's toes. It would have been his toes if Esteem hadn't stepped in, but... feels bad, man.]
... I shall get rid of the fish. Pray do not concern yourself with them.
[Least he can do... He's the one who put them there, after all.]