time just keeps on turning, social // tag- jeli/wren

[Tristan Morgan+]

melinoe the duskull
level 6 . impish . levitate . #838373


triton the qwilfish
level 5 . sassy . poison point . #396262


lisa the luvdisc
level 8 . rash . hydration . #E6739C


mizu the totodile
level 8 . calm . torrent . #6AE6AC


amphitrite the frillish
level 6 . sassy . cursed body . #FFB4D5

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The beach was quickly becoming one of Tristan’s favorite places to go. The combination of the sand, sun, and water made for a nice day out. Mel was starting to feel better so he had her come along with him. Today was going to be a water party. Tristan felt bad that he didn’t use Triton or Lisa that much, so he decided that bringing his water Pokémon to the beach was a good excuse for a well-deserved day off. Today was also the first day he didn’t have the egg attached to his hip.

The day was an excellent one. The sun was bright overhead but the air wasn’t too hot. The ocean was comparatively calm today. The sky had only the stray cloud in it. The breeze was there and just strong enough to keep everything cool. Triton and Lisa were playing the waves, while Melinoe kept close to Tristan. She floated around the coordinator’s head as he rested against a rock. Next to him, the oddly colored totodile known as Mizu relaxed in the sand. Amphitrite, his frillish, was busy relaxing a few inches off the sand, soaking in the sun.

The frillish got up and slowly floated into the ocean. She felt at home there. This is where her father ruled. How she got herself stuck to a human, the frillish would never know. Still, she liked the fact that the peasant had been smart enough to bring her back, even for the day. She smiled to herself; this was her domain. This was the place were frillish and jellicent ruled. There was no denying her rule.

Triton and Lisa were having fun, something the qwilfish never had. That damn duskull was at least leaving him alone today. He really didn’t like Melinoe; she would come up behind him and spook him when he was at the best parts of his adventures. Damn her. The qwilfish dove back under, attempting to catch up with the luvdisc. The two were good swimming partners. She was faster and more agile than he was, but she was kind enough to allow Triton the ability to catch up with her. Lisa was about the only Pokémon on the coordinator’s team that he really liked. Not liked liked, but liked.

Mizu rolled over. [This is nice. Mel, why haven’t you been around?]

The duskull looked over at Mizu. [Tristan thinks I’m not good enough.]

Mizu’s jaw dropped. [What are you talking about?]

[The egg. He’s with it more than me.]

[That’s also because he knows he has to watch it and mother over it so it’ll be healthy!]

The duskull sighed. [So? He used to take me everywhere; now he doesn’t.]

That stumped the totodile for a second. [Well, what about the rest of the team? You’re a bit stronger than some and he can only take so many out. He’s trying to be nice to everyone.]

[So? I’d be happy just going with him and protecting him! I’m always worried he’s going to get hurt…] The duskull tailed off. She would not think of such a thing.

Mizu sighed. [He always takes Aeolus with him. That bird will protect him when you’re not there. I heard he’s training for a big battle but thinks you’re ready for it already. He’s letting you rest. A little bird told me and I don’t know if he’s telling me the truth.]

The duskull’s pupil widened. [Really?]

[Yeah.]

Melinoe smiled behind her mask and snuggled into Tristan’s chest. Tristan had no idea what the two were talking about, and the random affection from Mel was always welcomed. He lightly put his hand on her cloth-like body. “I like you, too, Melinoe. Why don’t you and Mizu play a game? You and Aeolus seem to have stopped chasing each other. I liked watching your games of chase.” His last statement was made in a more dreamy voice. He had enjoyed watching the two try to out compete each other for fastest.

Mel just sighed. It was a shame Tristan couldn’t understand her. She was going to have to find a way to teach the boy her language. It couldn’t be that hard, could it?

Melinoe sighed and floated away from Tristan. Mizu didn’t seem like he wanted to play, so the ghost decided that she should find out if Triton wanted to have some fun.

[Wren Brown+]

edited it a little to include jazz, because I forgot you mentioned that you wanted him in the thread. C:

gypsy	paladin	riptide	emelina	cerulean	jazz

The warm summer days passed by one after another, all in a jumble. Wren lapped them up eagerly, like a dog on a hot day. Classes had been reduced to account for the students staying for the summer, and the girl couldn't have been happier about it. She spent every day outside, whether it was in the forest, or by the river, or near the ocean, and her skin showed just how much outdoors she had been seeing. It was golden and tan, as if a drop of sun had melted against her.

She hummed to herself as she headed towards the beach. Gypsy was perched on Wren's shoulder, exchanging words with Paladin, who sat in the shade of her tote bag. It was a bit uncomfortable; the items inside dug into his skin every once in a while, but it was better than walking in this hot weather. In the air, Jazz flew up high, pointing things out with excited yells.

The girl didn't seem to notice though. She wore a striped teal sundress and a wide-brimmed hat that allowed specks of light to hit her face. Her eyes, hidden by large aviator sunglasses, scanned the surroundings. She could see and smell the sea, but she was still too far away to even touch the fine, white sand. She quickened her pace, shouting over her shoulder for the rest of her group to hurry up.

A bush rustled, a large for her size mudkip flicking his tail impatiently. Don't talk to us, we're ninjas! she growled, before a tail reached over, curled around the mudkips own, and pulled her back into the bush, eerily silent.

Wren, though, hadn't been watching. Her eyes were stuck on forward. The ocean! Wren loved the ocean. It was probably one of her most favorite places at Willowvale, and she whistled loudly as she joined the throngs of like-minded people milling about.

But unlike them, she let out a loud shriek, dropped her tote bag behind a rock lining the edge of the beach along with her dress and hat, ran across the hot sand, and jumped into the ocean like a small child. She surfaced with a bubble of laughter, watching Paladin waddle up and jump in next to her. The otter was still reticent to show Wren that he had grown affectionate towards her, but Wren could tell by the way he sometimes stuck close to her side that he was there to protect her. She giggled, reaching out to ruffle the fur at the top of his head, as he jerked out from under her touch and glared. Jazz, who had dived into the water after Wren, snickered.

"I love you too," Wren sang sweetly, before looking over Paladin's shoulder. Her eyes widened.

"No," she shouted, a little too loudly, hand outstretched dramatically. She slowly ran out the water, irritated by how it seemed to drag against her in her emergency.



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Target acquired, whispered Mel, shushing Rip who was still muttering about Wren's earlier misdemeanor with a slap of her tail. Cerulean was perched haphazardly on her head, her tail and fin wrapped around the poliwag's head as if she was holding on for dear life—which she was, in her mind. Dirt was the ultimate sin, mostly if it got on the pink scarf tied around her neck.

Who's the target this time, sighed Cerulean, a little too dramatically for Mel's taste.

The poliwag, however, only thinned her lips, speaking up only when her voice was in a carefully controlled quiet tone. Ten o'clock. Pink, was all Mel had to say. It was obvious from the two words that the tadpole had uttered. There was no other pink thing on the beach—even Wren wasn't wearing any pink today—and Rip grinned.

Understood, Riptide's voice was quiet as well, but the eagerness and impatience behind it was clear. Mel, Cer, spread out to my left. We'll ambush them on my count. Signal to me when you're in place.

While it was Mel who was the most serious about their ninja brigade, it was obvious that Rip was the leader of it. The poliwag nodded succinctly, then dove out of side, Cerulean wobbling above her. Rip rubbed her hands together with a quiet chuckle, and out of the very edge of his vision, noted the innocent spray of bubbles that could have come from any one of the kids who might be armed with a plastic things with the little circles in them. Rip grinned, gave back her own signal, a bark that sounded more like a houndour than a mudkip.

There was a pause, then then the three were rushing out from where they were hidden behind a couple of rocks and bushes, and without a sound—Mel was proud; they had practiced that for over two long weeks—made their way up to the frillish. They skimmed over the sand like a couple of birds, and then dived into the water without as much as a plop.

However, Rip, too excited for her own good, let out a loud whoop, and an earsplitting AMBUSH as she surfaced and swam, as fast as a torpedo, only her fin stuck out of the water, towards the frillish.

With a groan, Mel followed, shouting back, We're supposed to be quiet, you dolt! Cerulean, finally happy to have found her own feet, figuratively, again, was too distracted to follow. She twirled around and around in the water, giggling like a madwoman, watching the light sparkling off her scales.



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"Cerulean, Rip, Mel! Get back here this instant," Wren's voice had turned a little sharper than usual, but not enough to get her Pokémon's attention. She had rushed out of the water towards their Pokémon, her mind too occupied by panic to realize that they were jumping in, and turned to follow them. However, instead of encountering sand, she encountered something a little warmer and squishier than it: a leg.

Tripping, Wren flailed on the way down, yelping in surprise, and hit the ground with an 'oomph', sand flying everywhere. She scrambled up, muttering a quick apology to the unfortunate soul that she had encountered, not noticing the teal dinosaur next to him or the grey masked ghost—which she would have swiftly avoided—floating away.

Her foot twisted just as she took a step, and she fell again. This time, however, instead of meeting soft, warm sand to cushion her fall, her bottom met the round aquamarine belly of the totodile.

Whoops. She slid of the water-type slowly, as if that would prevent him from noticing, issuing a weak giggle at the boy nearby.

Jazz landed in the sand next to Wren, his wings sending up a small cloud of sand, only to fall into a heap of laughter. He laughed and laughed and laughed, rolling around until the sand caked his fur and his sides ached in pain. Gypsy landed nearby, reached out a wing made of clouds, before hesitantly pulling it back. She hopped closer to the dinosaur, frowning with concern, and murmured, Are you—are you okay?

This post has been edited by Wren Brown on Jul 9 2012, 11:45 PM

[Tristan Morgan+]

Amphi didn’t see the approaching Pokémon. She was much too busy with filling herself with the feeling of the ocean and forgetting the horrible time she’d been having since she found that one crazy breeder-peasant and now with this coordinator-peasant. Humans were silly creatures and the frillish did not like the fact she had to work with them. She pushed the thoughts of humans and barbarians out of her mind. Now was not the time for that. She was going to remain ladylike and avoid temptation to say things she should not be saying. And that’s when the barbarians attacked. Amphi screamed and her body went into auto pilot. Sprays of a Bubble attack went in all directions. The female frillish was not happy. A powerful wave was beginning to draw behind her in a Surf attack.

Tristan looked up upon hearing the frillish’s scream in time to see a girl trip on his leg and fall over. He instinctively drew his legs in. He was attempting to register what was going on when she got up and fell down on Mizu. The totodile growled and wiggled under from the girl’s body. He curled up next to Tristan and glared at her. Tristan pushed himself and offered a hand to the girl. “Are you okay? I’m sorry about th- OH MY GOD AMPHITRITE DON’T USE SURF WHEN PEOPLE ARE AROUND!”

The boy started running down the beach, screaming at the water/ghost Pokémon. Melinoe saw the boy running and drifted so that she was matching his pace as he ran into the surf. A qwilfish and luvdisc emerged from the water. They could feel the changes in the water and wanted to know what was going on. When they saw the Surf building, they were smart enough to swim as fast as they could out of the wave’s path.

Amphi had pure anger almost glowing in her eyes. She raised her tentacles high and threw them down with the Surf. She didn’t even care at this point if they avoided her attack. She was so furious with being snuck up on and scared she was going to release anger in any way possible. Hopefully they would get caught up in the giant wave. Then they’d pay. Amphitrite may have been a lady, but she was quite strong for a lady. [YOU. WILL. PAY. YOU BARBARIANS!]

Tristan had just reached the shore when the end of the Surf caught up to the beach. He was swept away by the force of the attack. A second later the wave left him on the beach. He’d gotten the attack at the point where it lost a lot of power, but his back was sore and he couldn’t get up on his own. He started coughing from the seawater he’d swallowed.

Melinoe was at his side in a second. Nuzzling him, she tried to think of a way to help. She was a ghost so she wasn’t sure how to handle this type of situation. She reached out and attempted to pat the coughing away but it wasn’t working. She started getting anxious and flew as fast as she could to the first person she saw, which was Wren. Melinoe remembered her from the appeal class that they’d been to recently. She also remembered the shimmering emolga. [YOU! TRISTAN NEEDS HELP! YOU HAVE TO HELP HIM! MY TRAINER IS HURT!]

When the wave calmed down the two fish resumed their underwater games. Triton sped after Lisa, attempting to tag her. Amphitrite observed the damage she had done, humphed, and floated away to the rocks. She was done with everyone know. They could go jump off a cliff for all the frillish cared about. Mizu waddled up to Tristan, not really sure what was to be done about the boy. He’d never had this sort of problem occur. What was he supposed to do?

[Wren Brown+]

It was easy, too easy, sneaking up on the pink jellyfish. Rip snickered to himself, exchanging looks with Mel. The poliwag was grumbling something about Cerulean, and the horsea was nowhere to be seen. Rip didn't really care; he knew about Cer's vanity. The shiny water-type probably caught her reflection in the ocean and was probably staring at herself. Rip didn't understand her obsession with beauty; she liked playing and battling more. She wiggled her tail fin, catching Mel's attention, and mouthed the word 'ready?'

The poliwag flashed a rare grin and nodded. And the two leaped out of the waves, ambushing the frillish.

Wrong move.

The pink ghost started freaking out. Bubbles sprayed in all directions. Rip was quick enough to duck back in the water, and the bubbles popped as they hit the surface of the ocean. Mel, however, was not so lucky. A spray of bubbles hit her belly, making the air go out of her, and threw her back into the water.

Rip grinned. This was the reaction she had been waiting for. Mel? she shouted over the waves and the laughter of the humans on land. You okay?

Fine, she heard the poliwag's faint reply. There was a hint of pain, but overall, the tadpole sounded fine. Oooooooh my god.

The mudkip opened her mouth to ask what was wrong, when she saw for herself. A huge wave loomed over her as the frillish continued her tirade. Shit, swore the mudkip, backpedaling. She concentrated behind her, drawing up a wave of her own, making more than a few people angry as they were swept up in the wave.

You're going to hurt somebody, you stupid pink fool! shouted the mudkip annoyed, her wave meeting the frillish's, neutralizing both. Water sloshed up the shore, but it wasn't the big monster wave that the princess jellyfish had summoned.

You call us the barbarians? Cerulean appeared by Rip's side, her face distorted in a look of disdain. Her tone was angry, annoyed that the frillish had destroyed her little appointment with herself. Seriously? Like, you're the one who's being all violent and stuff. If we're some 'barbarians'—which we are not, we're ninjas, there is a difference—then you're just a primitive, uncivilized bitch, loser.

Rip's mouth hung open as she slapped the water with her front paw. She made a hissing sound, snickering, Ouch! Buuuuurn.

They both didn't notice the boy who was struggling behind him, nor the girl who had followed him and was shouting needlessly from the shore. She was just about to step in to help the boy, but something grey rushed into her face, demanding something in a loud, panicky voice. Her hands flew to her chest as she leaned back as far as she could. Her mind could only think, 'ghost, ghost, ghost!' as horror crawled onto her face.

She gulped, whimpering. "Go away," she whispered, her voice trembling. She shook her head from side to side, but when she opened them, the ghost was still yelling at her. Wren fell to her knees, arms hugging her body. "No, no, no, go away."

Jazz landed in her hair, her fur dripping water into Wren's face. The girl closed her eyes, feeling comforted by the emolga's weight. What're you doing to Wren? he shouted back in a loud, angry voice, a snarl at the back of his throat. He clutched Wren's hair possessively. Don't you scare Wren! Don't you dare!

He shook his tiny fist at the duskull, readying herself for a fight. Gypsy flitted between them, but quickly noticed the coughs that the boy was making.

Ooh, that didn't sound good. Oh dear, oh dear, he worried. Glancing from the belligerent emolga to the boy. He decided that the boy was more important than the battle that might occur; Jazz could hold his own now. Oh dear. Paladin, help?

He wrapped a soft arm around the boy's arm, trying to tug him to the shore, but his frail strength wasn't anything near enough. The oshawott rolled his eyes and sighed. What'd she do this time? he deadpanned, floating in the ocean.

I don't know, he said between grunts, still trying to move the male. Oh dear, oh dear. I can't. Move. Him. Paladin, somebody, please.

This post has been edited by Wren Brown on Aug 4 2012, 02:25 AM