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Post by Vanitas on Jun 27, 2015 19:07:32 GMT
He knew her? Well alright, made things easier Van supposed. Probably encountered her rash and eager, yet still lazy personality. Ambitions, but not much behind them thus far. When Abra mentioned his name, Van shook his head. No, that wasn't it. "I am of ice, but no. We chose the team to symbolize our quest; to break the fog and bring the beauty of the world back to the pokemon that live here, like a radiant aurora that one day will appear in the sky." Van responded, explaining one of the reasons. It was also because Riolu might possess the potential to see auras, or because they were a bunch of colorful individuals that still meshed together quite well.
"At times, I lead, at times the Riolu, his name is Raku. It depends on the situation; always using any possible advantage. Though, since Raku is so full of energy, he tends to lead the most often." Van responded. Sure, he wished he was the leader most of the time, but then again... the Riolu motivated him to show compassion in everything he does. It was a weird new realationship. but it bloomed in its own deviant ways.
Interesting topic this aura and energy stuff. "How is my aura, if I might ask?" Van questioned the Abra out of curiosity.
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Post by Replica on Jun 27, 2015 19:33:07 GMT
it is quite alright i shall take the darkness that you hold | and i will change your shape as a bird you can escape
to name a team based on their ultimate goal. but, "what if your goals change?" the question was innocent enough, yet there were hidden meanings that lie underneath his words. what if the fog is there to stay? what if their team strays from the path of justice? what if the team falls apart? what if, what if. anything could happen. the future was not set in stone as some might say when talking about fate. there were multiple pathways, and the path that they were going towards could change from something as large as abandoning a teammate or as small as one run of the mouth. it could even be tied into the butterfly effect, but he would keep such opinions to himself.
"raku sounds like a nickname. what about yours? ah, how rude of me. my name is replica." he... he probably should have started out with his name in the very beginning. his blubber caused his naturally soft voice to quiet down a few notches, a nervous habit of his as he released his ankles and stretched his legs out just a little towards the river, flexing his toes while keeping his sights set downwards. the abra remained silent for a few moments before he twitched his ears. "you might be better off asking your leader when he becomes more trained and knowledgeable. a ralts can sense emotions, a riolu can see even the weakest of auras with practice. as for myself?"
the abra finally looked up, turning his head towards the sneasel and focusing for a few more moments. "i can read minds, i can interpret the energy left behind, and i can sense danger. as for your aura..." there was another pause as he seemed to concentrate more. "i will need to do more studying before i can interpret your aura." with his eyes still firmly shut, he saw the world simply as energy. the world almost looked like a sea of different colors and lines, shifting and swaying with the slightest of changes. he blocked out the rest of the world, focusing on the sneasel. "yet, your aura is very... warm. red and orange. i will have to look at mother's books before i can give you a definite description." |
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Post by Vanitas on Jun 27, 2015 19:54:17 GMT
"Than we are no longer worthy of the name and change it." Van responded with utmost seriousness. If they learned to be incompetent in saving the people of this town from the fog, then he had no right to bear the honor of this goal's name. Though an innocent question, the result was something that touched Van's very soul. His determination to achieve that goal was almost infinite. "But even if, I will never submit to the fog." Van added, pronouncing his will even further, even if it meant facing the impossible all on his own.
"Raku is the short for Rakutsu. Replica? A strange name indeed; given because of your teleportation ability? Still, nice to meet you. I am Vanitas, Van for short." Van explained and introduced himself in a friendly fashion, far away from the seriousness of the former topic.
He didn't care for Riolu's opinion right now; Van wanted the Abra's opinion. And of course he had to take his time for his judgement. Eh... whatever, not so important. Red and orange though? Warm colors. But of course no real answer. "They say fire is the color of passion, but also destruction. Orange on the other hand mean confidence and ambition. At least that is what the science-books I read suggest; don't know if auras are different." Van explained himself. He didn't really believe in color, but the reactions to them were very real.
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Post by Replica on Jun 27, 2015 20:32:02 GMT
it is quite alright i shall take the darkness that you hold | and i will change your shape as a bird you can escape
such determination and passion... he wished he could say the same about himself. to be so bold and brave, that was like a far off wish of his. he knew he could never be able to stand up for what he believed in or wanted like the sneasel could. yet, that passion could become his greatest downfall if he did not keep it in check. the abra drew in his arms, crossing them over one another as his claws gently scratched at the tan armor-like material encasing his arms.
"it might be. possibly." after so many years, he was beginning to think they named him replica so he could replicate the amazing feats of his family and become just like them. even so, he did not condemn his name. It was part of him, and it would be there forevermore. "vanitas... that's a nice name; i like it." the abra let out a hum, turning his head back towards the river as his ears flicked and twitched. if they were talking about reasons why a parent would name their child something, he should be asking if they named him after a morbid art style for a reason. however, he kept his mouth shut, nibbling on his tongue so he didn't say anything unnecessary.
"auras have multiple meanings for different colors. while red does tie in with passion, it isn't the type of passion some believe with lovers. it is passion towards life or specific goals, such as your own." there was hesitation in his voice as he tilted his head back towards vanitas. "i... could go get mother's book... if you want a more precise definition." anything to please. he was also a little bit more curious about the meanings as well. it would also be good to study up anyway. his limited knowledge mainly lets him know what to look out for, the colors that are the result of illness, stress, etc. |
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Post by Vanitas on Jun 27, 2015 20:41:46 GMT
After what Vanitas had responded to the Abra, it appeared to think about him, judge him. But no mere words would hold him from his quest to defy the fog and bring absolution to every pokemon.
Abra didn't appear to know the true meaning of his name. Van's suggestion might hold truth, but in the end, it was very uncertain what the truth was, but it did not appear to concern Replica that much. Van smiled when the Abra complimented his name; which was highly unusual. It appeared Replica wanted to add to the topic, but then stopped. Van would not push him to continue.
Huh, so Van could partially interprete his own aura correctly. How nice; so he was extroverted. "If you don't mind I'd appreciate it." Van responded to his question.
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Post by Replica on Jun 28, 2015 1:34:10 GMT
it is quite alright i shall take the darkness that you hold | and i will change your shape as a bird you can escape
part of him was hoping that the sneasel would say no. part of him was hoping he would be given a chance to go back home and take a nap before digging in further. then again, a nap just meant sleeping the day away. yet, the other part of him was almost glad that the sneasel was interested in it. it wasn't often that he found a pokemon who would willingly listen to him go on about something that others often didn't bother with in the first place. sometimes he could find himself talking about it with other psychic types or the fairies, but... they often made him feel like his knowledge was severely lacking and inadequate.
with a twitch of the ears and a nod of the head, the abra gave a soft, "I'll be back." his form took a few seconds before it disappeared, and there was a long moment before his form appeared once more, this time holding a thick, worn, leather bound book. replica remained quiet, seeming to stare off into space as his body wobbled and swayed. it took him a few moments to still himself, and he took in a deep breath as if to prepare himself. "i should walk back home next time." his energy supply was running on empty for teleporting too much in such a short period of time. usually he could manage a teleport an hour, often while he was asleep and completely by accident. five times within the hour? nope. he was drained, but he tried not to show it.
the abra carefully flipped through the pages of the book, making sure he did not tear at the pages with his claws. "red, red..." he mumbled to himself as he searched, twitching his ears with triumph once he found the page he was looking for. there was hesitation before he looked up. "i should explain that an aura is connected with the chakra of each pokemon, and each chakra is found at a certain point in the body: head, lungs, and so forth." he shifted before he returned his focus to the book. "Red represents circulation, the heart, and the physical body. It can attract or repel, and it can mean a healthy ego. however, it can also give way to anger."
there was another pause as he turned to look at the sneasel, taking note of the shades he could see before he turned back to the book. "let's see... right now, you have a darker red, and clearer red, and the mixture where orange and red collide. the darker refers to being strong willed and grounded as well as realistic." he paused, searching for the next hue on the page. "the purer read refers to power, passion, and competitiveness. the mixture represents confidence."
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Post by Vanitas on Jun 28, 2015 9:22:39 GMT
The Abra vanished, maybe to gather aforementioned book, which would be fortunate for the Sneasel. And Van's fortune proved correct since Abra reappeared with the book. Walking? Maybe, was not unhealthy to do so! Vanitas just waited as the Abra looked through the pages, awaiting a swell explanation of his organe-red aura. Charka's? Yeah, he had heard about that concept, but did not know any specifics, so Van simply nodded.
A healthy personality, yet also anger? Yes, almost just like the Sneasel thought. A determined realist, passionate and confident to challenge... the fog. Vanitas smiled, almost chuckled actually. "Good that I know myself." He simply responded.
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Post by Replica on Jun 28, 2015 14:27:12 GMT
it is quite alright i shall take the darkness that you hold | and i will change your shape as a bird you can escape
the abra gave a silent nod, continuing to scan the pages of the book, flipping through page after page for anything of significance that he might need to share with the sneasel. upon coming up empty, he simply closed the book with a soft tap, placing it on his lap. "orange can also be linked to intelligence, perfectionists, scientifics, and creative pokemon, yet it can also give way stress and addictions." clenching his jaw, he repressed another yawn, yet it proved futile when he had to quickly reach up, accidentally bringing the book with his hands, and cover his mouth. there was a pause before he realized that he had just yawned on his mother's book, and his twitched his ears with embarrassment while he removed the book and placed it on his lap once more. replica shifted where he sat, turning to look towards vanitas. "sorry, i've teleported too much. eheh..." he gave a sheepish chuckle, ignoring the desperate desire to sleep. he still had a few hours until it was actually time to go back to bed, and he would like to stick with the somewhat official schedule he has.
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Post by Vanitas on Jun 28, 2015 15:07:36 GMT
The Abra silently continued to read the insides of the book. Were they true, or was Replica just analyzing Van's character; he did not know, nor really care. But there appeared to be not much else. How... quaint. "At times, passion and addiction might collide; but my goal is to rid off the fog. I can't say if I am crative or intelligent, only time will tell." Van responded, not quite knowing what to respond to his orange aura.
Man, that Abra was sleepy. "As I said, no reason to apologize. But if you insist, I accept nonetheless." Van responded, a rather warm smile giving towards the Abra. It appeared he had insecurity-issues. Nothing that could not be fixed. "Don't always make yourself small. Be a bit more... assertive. Definetly healthier than being surordinate all the times." Van suggested.
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Post by Replica on Jun 28, 2015 15:32:56 GMT
it is quite alright i shall take the darkness that you hold | and i will change your shape as a bird you can escape
"sorry, i apologize too--" the abra trailed off as realization hit him. he let out a groan, leaning back until he was laying on the grass. he reached up, rubbing at his eyes with his claws while his legs adjusted to make sure the book did not fall on the ground. mother would scold him if he got grass stains on the cover. "force of habit, sor--" he cut himself off by biting down on his tongue, yet he gave a slight hiss of pain as he did so. ugh, that was going to take some getting used to. don't apologize. how? it was part of who he was. do something even the slightest bit wrong in the eyes of himself or any other pokemon? apologize. it was a horribly hard to break habit, and he felt like he was going to break his tongue before he could break that habit.
"you make it sound like it's easy," he mumbled, removing his hands from his face and releasing his tongue from his teeth. he tilted his head to look at the sneasel from where he laid with very little intentions of sitting back up. he could fall asleep right here... no, wait, that would be rude to fall asleep in the presence of someone else. "something established over years can take years to mend, break, and fix." |
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Post by Vanitas on Jun 28, 2015 15:46:37 GMT
Abra's subordination was almost amusing, yet also a bit sad. But yeah, bad habits were hard to get rid off. And yeah, Van probably made it sound easy, but was it really that hard. "Think it, but don't say it everytime." Van suggested. At least it was a way to still channel that habit through his mind. "Years might create things, but minutes can destroy." Van added, knowing of the vanity of nature all too much. In one fell swoop, everything can change.
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Post by Replica on Jun 28, 2015 16:15:52 GMT
it is quite alright i shall take the darkness that you hold | and i will change your shape as a bird you can escape
once more, the sneasel made it out to be easier than it actually was. even if he thought it, his mouth had a tendency to speak on its own, translating his thoughts into audible speech before he could notice his mouth was moving. ah, but, he guessed he couldn't do much about it. he decided to remain silent on the matter, dropping that much of the conversation. he would get nowhere trying to justify himself.
"hm, perhaps, but it is different with matters of the mind. personalities might be able to change easily, but it takes a long time for psychological scars to heal." maybe he should get up. he reached out, gripping at the air as he struggled to sit back up. in a sense, it almost made him look like a magikarp out of water. ick, that dumb fish. he shuddered at the memory of what happened not too long ago. at least he had already dried off from that little incident. the abra quickly gave up on sitting up without having to move his mother's aura book, and he fell limp on the grass once more with a hmph.
"this is a depressing subject. we need to change it." |
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Post by Vanitas on Jun 28, 2015 16:26:23 GMT
"Perhabs..." Vanitas responded calmly, not knowing much about psychological scars. He had non as far as he knew, only a craving for absolution from the fog. Abra attempted to stay up, but could not, forced to lie there down on the grass. "If you wish. Suggestions?" Van asked the Abra what else he might wish to talk about.
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Post by Replica on Jun 28, 2015 16:47:38 GMT
it is quite alright i shall take the darkness that you hold | and i will change your shape as a bird you can escape
a soft hum left the abra as he stared up at the blue sky with closed eyes. the energy wave lengths of the sky had always been a mystery to him. there were streaks from where birds had flown, creating intricate patterns unknown to the grounded pokemon. yet, there was also the energy from all the different gases in the air, mixing and mashing with the energy left behind by pokemon. it was pretty to look at, and he was a little disappointed that the stranger--erm, vanitas--wouldn't be able to see it without training for years in... well, actually, he wasn't quite sure a sneasel to learn how to see energy without a physical, visible, manifestation seen through moves.
"food," came the suggestion just as he heard a slight grumble from his own stomach. he picked up his hands to rest them on his abdomen, idly flexing his toes. "any favorites?" food was always a good topic of conversation. everyone liked food. well, almost everyone. some pokemon couldn't eat the wonderful food produced in the village, going their life without knowing the sweet pastries hand crafted every morning. oh, now he was just making himself hungrier. |
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Post by Vanitas on Jun 28, 2015 17:06:24 GMT
The Abra 'stared' into the sky, like it was analyzing it just like he did with Van. Food? Well, well that was an interesting change of topic. Accompanied with the Abra's own hunger; actually quite fitting to be honest. "I like spicy and hearty food... like... anything with potatoes, or vegetable-schnitzels. I love sauces, the more the better. Mhm... especially garlic-creme. Oh, and molten cheese!" Van responded cheerfully. Man, those were good stuffs; actually making him a bit hungry only thinking about it.
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