PMD: Eclipse Explorers (Cyncii and cheshireArtist)

[Guest cheshireArtist]

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Eclipse Explorers

 

Left Blake (cheshireArtist), Right Avery (Cyncii)

 

 

Main Characters

Avery

Pokemon: Pidove

Cyncii

 

Blake

Pokemon: Zorua

cheshireArtist

 

 

 

Hurry…

 

“Wha…what? Where am I?”

 

You must hurry…

 

“Hurry where? Who are you?”

 

To the world of Pokemon…I am R—

 

Static, colors and static…light was approaching at all angles, surrounding, all consuming and blinding. The figure looked around rapidly, as if in a panic, searching for some sort of escape but in the end he was consumed as well. In the end all he could see was white and all he could hear was the rapid thumping of his own heart before the word gradually faded to black.

 

He woke briefly, his brain pounding against his skull. He was on his side…he could feel cool water lap at his cheek and arm. He could see misty swirls of red in the flowing water, and his wrist was bent at an odd angle and ached under him.

 

He fought the darkness closing in on his vision again…he fought off the darkness ebbing in on his memories…he couldn’t forget…he couldn’t forget he was human…he was human…his name…Blake…he couldn’t forget…he couldn’t…

 

His grip tightened on the small stone in his hand before he drifted off again.

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Location: Starlight Woods

 

The Starlight Woods were a dark forest with tall, black barked tree and the thick canopy of leaves blocked out the midday sun except for the occasional spots beams of light that gave off the appearance of stars shining on a dark night. The Dungeon was often home to lower leveled poison and grass types, with the former ghost typed inhabitants mysteriously absent.

 

Footsteps echoed through the quaint forest as a young Sylveon walked forward, frowning with map in hand. He and his partner had decided to split up on this floor since they were reaching the end of the dungeon. They were meeting no luck in finding what they had come here for. He surely thought that this time the tips were sound. Long ears suddenly perked on the man’s head at the sound of a groan somewhere ahead of him and, folding up the map and putting it back in his bag, he rushed forward.

 

He was met with the sight of a young, younger than him that was for sure…maybe teenage, Zorua laying in a pool of crystal clear water, well, clear besides the growing red centered around the kid’s head. Baby blue eyes widened and he rushed forward, pulling the kid back out of the water. He flipped the boy onto his back and winced, there was blood smudged around his forehead and a rather nasty cut along with his left wrist obviously being broken. He pulled out some bandages and a splint from his bag and set to work setting the wrist and noticed something odd…the kid was holding onto something. Tilting his head, the Sylveon tried to slip the white object out from the Zorua’s grip and yelped when it nearly burned his fingers. And unreadable expression crossed the man’s face before he turned his attention to the head wound as if nothing happened.

 

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Blake groaned and wrinkled his nose as shuffling was heard above him. Ice blue eyes blinked open, and he squinted as his vision came into focus. Above him was a man with a sweet looking face and baby blue eyes, though…the oddest thing about him was his hair. He had two cream colored braids that hung to his chest and faded up to a powder pink. He was dressed oddly too, all ribbons and bows and just…a little too fancy to be in woods like these. Then he noticed the ears and sat up so quickly that he almost banged heads with the man.

“Woah, woah, calm down there, kiddo,” He said softly, voice soothing in a way, putting his hands on Blake’s shoulders, forcing him to lay down again, “You took a really hard hit to the head.”

 

Blake had opened his mouth to retort but snapped it shut when the man muttered, “What’s a Zorua doing around these parts anyways.”

 

Zorua…that was a Pokémon…a little black fox-like thing, very fluffy and had something to do with illusions. He looked down at himself…he…still looked human…but…he looked up at the man…he looked like a Sylveon. How…how was this possible? He was human, wasn’t he? Slowly he reached up with his good hand and touched his head and his fingers brushed up against fur. His eyes widened…no way.

 

“What’s your name, kid?”

Blake jumped a little again, and blinked owlishly, “Blake.”

 

The Sylveon chuckled softly, and smiled sweetly at him again, “Well, hello there, Blake, I’m Orin from the Dawn Town Expedition Society.”

 

“…The what?”

 

Orin looked at him perplexed for a moment and then said, “The Expedition Society…you know, a group of Pokémon that go around exploring dungeons and helping others…where are you from anyways, I’ve never seen you around Dawn Town.”

“I…,” Blank, a huge blank…nothing, where was he from? “I…I don’t know.”

 

“Oh my…,” Orin looked troubled for a moment, and dug through his bag, “I need to tell Connie about this…” He took out glass orb (a Roll Call Orb) from the bag and broke it on the floor.

[Cyncii]

The Sylveon's partner, a Gardevoir, managed to reach a promising path on the opposite end of the floor. At the center of the clearing, a tree's length away, was an abundance of the little beams of light, forming clusters of stars as they hit the ground. The Gardevoir's red eyes lit up at the sight of it, taking in its beauty as he was filled to the brim with excitement. Finally, finally, he was getting somewhere. Traversing this dark forest for what seemed to be ages was tiring his body - if he didn't get some reprieve soon, he would have to take a break and was unsure if Orin would appreciate it.

 

He stepped into the middle of the clearing, parting his lips and closing his eyes as he realized what was there.

 

Absolutely.. nothing. All of this walking for absolutely nothing.

 

"I'm wasting my time," the Gardevoir muttered, clenching his fists in annoyance.

 

Whipping around, the Gardevoir briskly began to walk back to where he came from. Suddenly, a white light enveloped the male, the Gardevoir quickly coming to the conclusion that this was the doing of his partner and a Rollcall Orb. What did Orin want, he wondered? He didn't have much time to think about it as he was being summoned to his partner's side.

 

"What is it?" he asked rather bluntly when he spotted the familiar flashy ribbons and bows. It took him a brief moment to notice the boy near Orin and, when he did, he continued, "Why is a Zorua of all Pokemon here..?"

 

Noting that the Zorua was injured and that his partner was patching him up, the Gardevoir found that - despite his dark typing - he looked like he wasn't an enemy. Expression softening slightly, he stepped towards the Sylveon and Zorua and glanced down at the wounded boy. "What's your name?" he asked with a tiny smile, then immediately afterwards introduced himself, "Mine's Conley."

 

When the Zorua was able to get a closer look at the second figure, the physical details were more clear. Conley bore shoulder-length green hair which curled upwards ever so slightly and ruby red eyes, wearing a long white cloak over a green shirt and pair of pants with a small red spike poking out of his chest. While he for the most part had a more than graceful exterior, it was offset by the stoic, almost cold look he held in his eyes. But now, in front of this stranger he managed a soft, comforting smile to ease the boy.

[Guest cheshireArtist]

Blake nearly jumped at the sudden appearance of the man a…Gardevior? Yes, a Gardevior. He vaguely wondered how Orin summoned the man but decided not to linger on the fact. He pushed himself up into a sitting position slowly…damn, his head was killing him. He felt his fingers curl around something in his bad hand. It was smooth and warm, nearly perfectly round besides the indents it had. A stone? Why was he holding a stone? He had no idea...but a part of him found some comfort in the warmth the stone expelled, and instinctively his grip tightened despite the ache in his wrist.

 

He looked up at Conley, his own expression somewhat impassive, and muttered again for the second time that day, “Blake.” It was one of the only things about himself that he could remember…besides the fact that he was a human in the world of Pokémon, but the more logical side of himself told him to keep that to himself for now.

 

“Blake here lost his memory, Connie…he can’t remember where he’s from and only his name,” Orin explained, gaze flicking to his partner’s red eyes and briefly to the boy’s hand, the one gripping the mysterious stone, then back to Conley, “That…would be why I summoned you.”

Blake looked tiredly up at the two, he just honestly hoped that they would take him someplace better to rest than this forest. Orin said that they were part of that Expedition Society, right? And he said that it was their job to help Pokémon, which he was one now…a Zorua.

“I think we should take him back to base and let him rest up, he’s only a kid after all…even if he’s a dark type,” Orin added after a couple seconds of silence.

 

Blake looked at him odd…what was wrong with dark types, they were just another typing of Pokémon. Maybe they had troubles with them here? He glanced at Conley again, red eyes boring into him. He felt slightly uncomfortable to be honest.

[Cyncii]

'Blake,' the Gardevoir repeated in his mind, deep in thought. He didn't recognize the name, let alone being attached to a Zorua, but that was to be expected. Besides, in these times it was near-impossible to come across Zoruas and Zoroarks. Perhaps they still existed but continuously disguise themselves as other Pokemon. Whatever they must do to save their own skin.. Conley smirked a little at the thought.

 

"An amnesiac..? I see," Conley murmured after snapping out of his thoughts. He followed his partner's gaze to the boy's hand, noting the round, smooth stone within his fingers. The Gardevoir became intrigued, wondering if this stone was what they were looking for. Did the Zorua find it somewhere in the forest or did he come with it? There were many questions Conley would've loved to throw at Blake but decided against it due to how tired and confused the boy looked. It seemed as though the Zorua had even more questions than he had. No matter.

 

"We've found something whether or not it is significant, so let's head back," Conley spoke, referring to Blake. "The others may not feel comfortable with this, but as you said.. he's just a kid."

 

The Gardevoir pulled out an orb, an Escape Orb which was ready to use whenever he saw fit. Conley reached out his free hand and gently took one of Blake's, the one that wasn't already occupied.

 

"Let's get you taken care of," Conley said to the Zorua, immediately after hurling the orb at the ground.

[Guest cheshireArtist]

"We've found something whether or not it is significant, so let's head back,"

 

The human turned Zorua frowned slightly at that…did he mean him? He wasn’t exactly a something or…he squeezed the warm stone again. He bit back a small sigh; he really shouldn’t complain to be honest, they were getting him out of here…it didn’t matter what they thought of him as long as he got somewhere to rest and something to eat. Though, what the Gardevior said next made Blake’s frown deepen slightly.

 

"The others may not feel comfortable with this, but as you said...He’s just a kid."

 

Others…so there were more people than them in this expedition society? Well, it was a society after all so he shouldn’t be that surprised. He vaguely wondered why these other Pokémon would be uncomfortable with him, though what Orin said earlier flashed through his head again…even if he was a dark type. His brows furrowed slightly, what was wrong with dark types? They were just another type of Pokémon and Blake honestly didn’t see the problem. It was like saying something was wrong with a fairy type for being a fairy type and honestly Orin and Conley’s typing didn’t make him ‘uncomfortable’, so why should Blake’s typing make them 'uncomfortable'.

 

“Yeah, but I couldn’t sleep at night if I knew we left some amnesiatic kid in a dungeon by himself,” Orin said somewhat nonchalantly with a shrug. Blake was starting to get the gist that Orin wasn’t that serious of a person, a stark contrast to the impression he was getting of Conley. He seemed like the most serious of people

 

Blake honestly felt a little awkward when the man took his hand gently in his own and had to squeeze his eyes shut when a blue light enveloped the three of them. The feeling of being teleported somewhere was quite uncomfortable and honestly made his pounding headache even worse. It also didn’t do wonders for his stomach. Orin seemed to share that sentiment, since the man looked a little green but was trying to force himself to appear A-Okay.

 

Blake looked up a little wide-eyed when his stomach settled and stared up at the building before them. It was huge and resembled a cream colored castle a bit. It looked large enough to definitely house several Pokémon comfortably. Above the arched doorway was a large gold sign. It was round with wings on the side and a symbol carved into the middle…a pokeball his mind supplied, though he wasn’t sure that would be what the Pokémon would call it.

 

Letting go of Conley’s hand, which he found he might have been gripping rather tightly, probably out of nervousness, Blake pushed himself up, subtly slipping the warm stone into his shorts pocket. He had to conceal his surprise when he looked down to find his legs furry and slightly bowed and he had paws instead of feet. Well, if the ears didn’t sell him on the fact he was a Pokémon he was pretty sure that did. He felt something behind him twitch…he had a tail too apparently.

 

He stumbled slightly, his legs feeling a bit shaky, and Orin reached out to steady him. He smiled kindly at Blake, “Easy there, kiddo.”

 

Blake nearly jumped, though when a woman came rushing out of the building and straight towards Conley. She had frazzled platinum blond hair in two pig-tail braids tied off with green bows, and had a lab coat on over a green and brown sweater vest, along with a long skirt. Judging by her long yellow ears and zig-zag tail, and bright red cheeks he was fairly sure this woman was a Pikachu.

 

“Conley!” She nearly shouted, adjusting her clunky glasses, which made her brown eyes appear huge, “They’re at it again! That Mightyana and Honchcrow are harassing the towns folk and—“. And her bug eyes landed on Blake.

 

“Why in the world do you two have a Zorua of all things?”

[Cyncii]

The horns at the side of Conley's head - right where his ears should be - appeared to twitch slightly at the Pikachu's entrance. He seemed as calm as ever, even when the girl talked about the dark types. "I'd advise you not to talk of him like he's an object, Ester. This Zorua here is our guest for the time being.. if you were to help me tell everyone else about this so that nothing unfortunate happens to him, that would be very much appreciated," the Gardevoir spoke, looking at Ester with those impassive ruby eyes of his and giving her a small smile.

 

"Ah, and I'll deal with them.. I'll leave you people here in a little while." Conley glanced over to where Ester came out from, narrowing his eyes. For harassing the common folk, they will receive the punishments they entirely deserved.

 

'Come here, quickly. I have something for you to do,' Conley spoke to someone privately through telepathy, crossing his arms as he waited. Soon enough, a male flying-type came crashing into the room. Not literally speaking - he was just really loud coming down the stairs.

 

"What.. what is it that you need, Conley?" the flying-type asked through some rather heavy breathing, clutching onto some document he seemed to have been reading or working on before the Gardevoir's message. His wavy grey hair fell into his face and covered his yellow eyes, to which he shook his head slightly in annoyance just to get it out. The male fidgeted his small red scarf around a little as he noticed Blake, apparently uncomfortable with being in the presence of a Zorua.

 

"When I take my leave, can you show Blake here to his room? It will, er.. be your room, Avery. I can promise you it's not permanent.. as you know, we're a little short on vacant rooms," Conley asked the flying-type, glancing at him and then at Blake.

 

"Are you.. sure? It's a little.. uh.. cluttered in there," Avery responded with a frown, earning a nod from his superior. "Ah.." He turned to face his hopefully temporary roommate, hesitating for a moment before stepping towards him. "The name's Avery. I'm a, erm, Pidove and the chief's pupil," Avery introduced himself, extending out a hand to Blake.

[Guest cheshireArtist]

Blake watched Conley and the Pikachu, Ester, and honestly he had to say the older man had earned a smidgen of his appreciation. He really didn’t like being treated like an object and by Ester’s reaction to him, well…he had a feeling he wasn’t going to be welcomed here. Ester glanced at the Zorua warily, and then back at Conley, as if she was about to question his decision, but had decided against it before she just nodded and scurried off. Blake was kind of happy she was gone but he had a feeling not many other Pokémon here were going to be much better.

 

His theory was proven right when the Pidove came barreling down the stairs and looked anxious in Blake’s presence. It wasn’t very fair in his opinion. He never even met this other kid before, let alone did something enough to him to make him uncomfortable. His gritted his teeth slightly and looked off to the side when it was announced that he was going to be roomed with him too. Great…another person like that Ester woman, and the fact that Conley had to ask her to go tell the others about him so that ‘nothing unfortunate happened to him’ kind of made him uneasy, and rightfully so. He was completely stiff in Orin’s hold, and the Sylveon gave him a small look of concern.

 

"The name's Avery. I'm a, erm, Pidove and the chief's pupil."

 

He stared at the other’s hand with narrowed eyes, like chunks of ice glaring out from under sooty eyelashes. Shaking off Orin’s grip he walked forward, and took the other boy’s hand in his uninjured one.

 

“Blake…hope I don’t make you too…uncomfortable,” He replied, voice low, nearly hissing out the last word as he locked eyes with the other before letting go of Avery’s hand and folding his arms across his chest. He vaguely registered that Avery, honestly, had rather warm hands.

 

Orin winced a bit. Part of him honestly didn’t blame Blake, dark types were naturally a bit more vicious per say, so it was probably in his nature to be a bit hostile. Hopefully staying with them some will get a bit of that hostility out of him.

 

“Hey Connie…,” The Sylveon said lowly, “After you deal with those rogues I really have to talk with you…in privet.” Orin’s expression was rather serious, so he didn’t mean it ‘talk in privet’ like how he did other times he asked so ‘talk’ with Conley in the other’s office.

[Cyncii]

'Um.' Avery attempted to keep a straight face as he shook the other's hand, getting an unexpected response.. one that made him even more comfortable despite his words. "I'm sure it'll be just fine," the Pidove tried to say with confidence, but his voice faltered ever so slightly.

 

"Well, now that you two are acquainted, I'm going to leave," Conley said to the two, then turned towards Orin and continued more quietly to him, "Meet me in my office in an hour. I should be done by then." He gave the Sylveon a little smile before he used Teleport to leave, not giving much warning before a pink glow enveloped him and he vanished.

 

Avery looked down at the floor for a couple seconds, folding up the document in his hands. "I guess I'll show you our room, then. Follow me," the Pidove spoke with a nervous smile, looking up from the ground then at Blake for a moment before turning towards the stairs he came from and beginning to walk up them. Occasionally, he would look back anxiously to see if the dark-type was following him. Since Conley seemed to be alright with Blake, it should be fine.. right?

 

Once all the way up the flight of stairs, Avery looked down both directions of the hall and went down the left side. His room was the first door one could see, partially contributing to how fast he came down to Conley and the others. "Like I said, it's a bit cluttered, but.. I should be able to move things around so it isn't as messy for you," Avery warned Blake, opening the door and stepping inside. A bit cluttered? It looked like a hurricane hit the place, books and other documents all open and scattered about. The only things that didn't look like an absolute disaster were the bunk beds in the corner of the room.

 

The Pidove scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, stepping further into the room and turning his head slightly towards Blake. "I usually take the top bunk.. I used to have someone in the bottom one, but.. ah, nevermind that. That's in the past," Avery said, kneeling down by the bottom bunk to gather up some papers on the floor.

[Guest cheshireArtist]

Blake’s face remained impassive as Conley teleported away to deal with whatever problem there was after muttering something to Orin. Said Sylveon then skipped off somewhere else in the building, leaving him alone with the Pidove. There was a bit of a pregnant pause before Avery spoke.

 

"I guess I'll show you our room, then. Follow me,"

 

The Zorua let out a small grunt of acknowledgment and tensely followed the other, not returning the nervous smile whatsoever. Call him an asshole, but honestly he was too uncomfortable to actually smile, or even attempt to. He padded up the stairs after the flying type, paw pads cushioning his footsteps on the wooden steps. He raised an eyebrow at the other when he looked back at him. What? Did he think Blake was going to attack him from behind? He wasn’t that type of person…er…Pokémon.

 

Then they reached Avery’s room Blake’s eyebrows shot up. It looked like he wasn’t lying about it being a bit cluttered. He blinked and looked around the room almost owlishly…it looked like someone used a whirlwind in here. He watched as the Pidove set about cleaning off the bed that was designated to be his, the bottom bunk. He frowned a bit and actually bent down and began collecting papers from the ground, wincing slightly when using his bad hand by accident. Blake wasn’t a complete jerk and plus he was going to be living there too, so might as well help tidy up.

 

“You…need an organizational system,” He said a bit awkwardly, tapping the stack he managed to gather on a desk to even them out, and placed them there. He set about to gather more papers. He was, for some reason, familiar to organizational systems…he briefly wondered if he was a librarian as a human…or at least spent a lot of time around libraries.

 

He glanced at Avery near the bunk again…briefly he did wonder who else had slept there before him and had to deal with this hurricane, but put it out of his mind. It was none of his business and seemed like a touchy subject.

 

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Orin was not a very patient man, so he ended up just lounging around in Conley’s office, waiting for him to arrive. And that entailed taking his partner’s cushy chair behind his desk and playing with a glass paper weight on his desk. Plus, he knew Conley would probably be back in under an hour…his half fairy typing gave him an edge over miscreants like those dark types.

 

He hummed slightly, twirling a braid in his fingers. His legs were thrown over the arm of the chair and his back pressed against the other. He swung his legs slightly, his mary janes clad feet tapping slightly against the seat, and he reached with one hand to adjust his knee high stockings. He wanted to share his findings with Conley before he tried to touch it for himself.

[Cyncii]

Avery looked up from his task to find that Blake had a nice, neat stack of papers on his desk. A less tense and more genuine smile crossed his face, relieved to know that his new roommate wasn't going to stand there and make this job go twice as long. Though the Pidove still had his reservations, perhaps Blake wasn't that bad. Sure, first impressions made him seem rather standoffish to Avery, but that was understandable.. with the reactions the Pidove had to seeing a dark type, that is.

 

"Keeping everything in order isn't really my strong suit.. for the most part," Avery responded, setting a stack of papers - as uneven as it was - on the desk next to Blake's stack. "..Thank you," he murmured before he moved to another cluttered area of the room.

 

Once he was done gathering up another batch of papers, he sat there cross-legged with the pile on his lap. Avery leaned his back against the bedpost, wings stretching out for a moment before returning to his sides. "As.. much as I would like to get this all done tonight, I think it would be better if we continued tomorrow. I've had a long day.. I can imagine you had one, too," the Pidove said, taking in a long, deep breath before standing up and setting the stack on the desk.

 

Avery then began to climb onto the top bunk, sitting at its edge when he reached it. In all honesty, he slept in the bottom bunk before his roommate's arrival. Seeing his roughed-up hand, the Pidove couldn't bear seeing Blake climb to the top. Avery laid down, moving the barely-used blankets over him and up to his shoulders. His back faced the Zorua, allowing him to sport a satisfied smile on his face without the other knowing.

 

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Orin was right - Conley had managed to deal with the reprobates in just over a half an hour. The dark types, a Zweilous and Malamar, were knocked out by a single Moonblast to their faces. When he was done, he handed them off to the sheriff - a Hawlucha - and went on his merry way back to the exploration society. The Zweilous, the tricky, aggressive creature that he was, managed to land a claw on his face before he got blasted into the ground. A little blood trickled down one of his cheeks, but it wasn't a big deal. He'd suffered worse, of course.

 

Coming up to his office door, the Gardevoir wasn't all that surprised to find Orin already waiting within. "How many times have I told you to not sit in my chair like that? You might break it," Conley complained. He wouldn't ever force Orin to stop, not when he was in a pose so pleasing to the eyes.

 

"What did you want to talk about? My guess is that it's about our new friend," Conley asked, referring to Blake. Not showing much change in expression, he glanced away from the Sylveon in order to keep from.. ogling him.

[Guest cheshireArtist]

“You’re…welcome,” Blake replied softly, placing another stack of neatly stacked papers on the desk. He honestly couldn’t agree more, he felt rather exhausted to be honest. He gave a small nod, watching the Pidove climb up into the top bunk. He waited until the other had laid down to climb into the lower bunk. It felt more…used? Yes, more used he guessed. As in the mattress wasn’t stiff. He wondered if that other roommate had left recently. Or if maybe this was originally Avery’s bed…he wasn’t sure, but either way to be honest. If it was the latter, though, he was thankful…climbing that ladder would have, no doubt, hurt with his injured hand.

 

The young Zorua pulled the blanket around himself, curling into a ball on the bed, his knees pressed to his chest. He beat the pillow a few times before laying his head down. He sighed softly and closed his eyes. His mind was still buzzing with questions but at the moment his exhaustion had won out, and he fell asleep quickly.

 

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“You calling me fat, Connie,” The Sylveon teased with a playful grin, though that grin faltered when he saw the cut on the other’s face. He pushed himself up from his rather comfortable seat, placing the paperweight he was toying with back in its proper spot, and trekked the short distance across the room to where Conley was standing.

 

He tisked softly and paced a hand gently on Conley’s cheek, standing on his tip toes to try and get a better look at the cut. Shallow, thankfully. Too bad Heal Bell only took care of status conditions.

 

"What did you want to talk about? My guess is that it's about our new friend,"

 

“Yeah,” Orin answered simply, taking his hand off of Conley’s cheek, “That stone he was holding, I couldn’t touch it. It burned my fingers.” He held up one of his hands, wiggling his bandaged fingers, something he did while Conley was out.

 

“I wasn’t able to get a really good look at it, but it resembled one of those stones from that tome you were working on interpreting with Avery…” He explained almost nonchalantly.

 

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Location: Starlight Woods

 

A tall figure stood over a stream, arms crossed, dull red eyes staring down at the bloodied water and the shattered remains of orbs. A beam of sun reflected off the navy, sickle-like horn sticking out of pin straight white hair, and the wind ruffled their tattered black scarf, which they pulled up to cover their scarred features.

 

"We were too late,"

[Cyncii]

"No, I did not mean it like that. You were just sitting in it in, ah-" Conley cut himself off as the Sylveon approached him, taking the time to observe the cut to his cheek. The Gardevoir didn't know Heal Pulse, but it wouldn't help him any as it only affected his teammates. What he did have would work, but- he snapped out of his thoughts as Orin continued.

 

The words concerning the burns to Orin's fingers didn't bother him at all, considering they were already taken care of. However, when he mentioned the stones within the tome.

 

"Now that I think about it, it did resemble one of them.. I'll have to take a look at it with Avery tomorrow," Conley murmured in response. In all honesty, he still to this day did not know the exact importance of the stones. All he knew was that they held some part in achieving Conley's goals.

 

The Gardevoir rubbed his cheek gently and subconsciously, finding it an annoyance and wishing for it to be gone. With the thought fresh in his mind again, he gave very little warning to Orin as he stepped closer. He placed one arm around the Sylveon's waist to provide him with support and the free hand lifted up his chin.

 

Immediately after he did so, Conley leaned in to place his lips upon Orin's. It wasn't any normal kiss, no - it was Draining Kiss, taking away energy from the other being in front of him in order to heal his wounds. Gradually, the wound grew to a close and soon it had vanished completely from his face. After that, Conley broke away.

 

"I hope you are not too weak from that, love," Conley whispered, slowly kissing the other man's cheek ad then trailing down to his neck.

 

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"Don't think like that," a somewhat short, blue-black haired figure spoke behind the other. The man stepped towards the other, close to their side. Another, albeit smaller ray of light struck his hair - which had been pulled up into a short ponytail - and the long, red, fur-covered ear on the left side of his head.

 

"It won't be easy, but I will be able to find him. I believe I know where he went," he resumed, staring down at the remains of the orbs.

[Guest cheshireArtist]

“Good, cause-“He was cut off when he was pulled close by the Gardevior. The minute lips pressed to his he knew what was happening and welcomed it. Orin whimpered, feeling his energy being drained from his, knees shaking slightly. Ah, it didn’t affect him as much as would a dragon or dark type (who would of probably fainted by now), but it made his legs tremble, and he was pretty sure that if Conley wasn’t holding him up he would of momentarily been forced to his knees. Not a particularly bad position to be in, in front of Conley to be honest here.

 

He let out a breathy sigh when the other pulled away, his hands gripping his lover’s shoulder to keep balance. He observed the other’s face, now wound free, which he was rather happy about.

"I hope you are not too weak from that, love,"

“Mm…I’m not, it’s not that effective,” Orin hummed, smiling and tilting his head to the side as Conley kissed a trail down his neck. He moved from gripping his shoulders to wrapping his arms around the duel-type’s neck. He pressed their bodies even more flushed together, liking the feeling of Conley’s warm body against his own.

 

ooOOooOOooOOoo

 

“…,” The Absol remained silent, still staring at the remains of the orb. He thought his future sight would help them, help their cause, but it still seemed he could only predict disaster. This was the worst possible outcome.

 

He stared down at his companion, expression solemn, “I have an idea of who took him as well…but I am not sure how we are going to get to him now…” After all, the outcomes showing in his mind’s eye all ended in death…they had the type advantage after all.