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The wind sent branches softly creaking and hushing among each other. Dusk was settling in, but a persistent carpet of grey clouds kept the hues of sunset out. It was a world of blue. Blanc was just another shadow among the branches, his tails swaying in tune with the breeze heralding the coming winter night. Looking down he could see a silhouette of his own reflection in the quiet pool below, where Sela used to be found. The place seemed distant and empty without the old Crustle to fill it with her presence. A quiet sniffle, somemon else came to seek refuge at the distant top. Blanc looked to the source, finding himself privy to something h

Sally had finally come across other mon. Over a ring of heavy barricades flew a banner with the orange and red mark of the Artisans' guild. Groups of Tabiran residents of all shapes and sizes were filling in the openings between the barricades. A little large eyed Espurr stood out, jumping up and down while waving forth a small group of huddling bug types. Her upbeat demeanour at odds with the whole situation. Sally sent the little soft purple pokémon a wry smile, as she headed for the nearest entrance guard. The little Espurr beamed back at her. "Little Vulpix, o' five tails, wears a black stone in this midnight ribbon?" Sally inquire

Grey eyes watched wearily through evergreen foliage. A boom shook the air, once again. Blanc crouched, as if seeping into the ground would help. A small whimper drifted from the shadows behind him, there was  a hint of blue fins in there. "No, not that way." For a moment, Blanc sat with closed eyes, face even in concentration. One gesture with his quintet of tails ordered; stay put. Two quick looks up and down the road, and Blanc was a dark red feathered arrow over cobble stone street. He slipped into a large bramble on the other side. A cautious moment later he waved at the dark evergreen shroud. A ragged blue Vaporeon came forth, skidded

Scaling an old oak to the back drop of rising smoke, growls, howls and pleas for help left Sally's usual perpetual smirk a taunt line. The little Cubone clinging to her back whimpered. "We'll make it, cannae let them win here either." Sally reassured, not missing a beat. Up ahead the Tree of Tabira rose defiantly while plumes of smoke drifted in from the north. Sally looked between the scattered smoke columns and the great tree. It didn't appear a long distance. A bone club came into her field of view, pointing along her muzzle towards the tree. "Gothca tyke." Sally smirked confident at the trembling girl on her back. Seemingly flowing down

Blanc's world was a dampened one of blurry lines and washed out colours. One ruled by currents and rolling drags. He kicked, tails curled to limit the drag. He kicked up towards the restless breaking point that was the water's surface. Moving his five curled tails in slow fan like motion, helped him break off with the currents and tide that wanted to play with him, forever. Blanc broke the water, in time to clamp down on a big lung full of air, before he was tossed into a wave valley, and the next high came down upon him. His side stung, making him wince. The surface was breached once again, and with tails spread out wide, he went paddling,

Sally was enjoying the unending roll of waves crashing upon Tabira's beach front. At the sight of big sails in the horizon, she had skipped enthusiastically out the stones of a slippery wave breaker. It sure had been a while since she'd seen ships as proud as them three. That be, until she recognised just the kind of mons those ships carried. Twin tails fell, and utter disappointment splayed across a faded orange muzzle. "Crud." Sally pouted, following the trajectory of the bows, straight for Tabira's sorry excuse for a port. It was a race against western winds as Sally charged down the sandy waterfront. The same word left her lips over and

A Tales of Tabira Tale. Mission 6 - The cost of Safety Blanc was surrounded. He'd just made the mistake of coming down to the docks looking for Sally. The ships had barely hit the piers before grim looking Pokémon were charging at them. 'Retreat!' The call had been headed by most, but there were those who were overrun and knocked out by the sheer pummel of pirates in motion. "Hey guys. This ones look like it might have some spunk." Blanc looked to the owner of those words. The two blocking his way inland was a big lump of a Beartic, and, a possessed anchor? A grunt was heard from behind. “A five tailed Vulpix? This’ll be l

So, Chapter 6 is out, and I've got a rough plan for where I want who to be when. So looking for camoes both for 'background' and for interaction. At the same time I'm offering my team up freely for Cameos, both background and more active. The plan so far: Part 1 (Land, Artisans) Sally'll be guarding/doing provision runs to the Tunnels for a while. While looking for Blanc. She will be engaging any Bandits that tries to get in her way, and help out other fighting Pokémon. However, she'll be unlikely to stick around, due to her search for Blanc. (So who's likely to get bailed, or bail out a brawling Buizel?) Part 2 (Sea, Scholars) For

Come back then, another time, might I listen, see, believe. Come back when, eyes no longer see, through blinds in faith woven.   Come back when, lungs do exhale, without the smog of pleasant lies. Come back when, ears no longer need, shutters of denial steel. Come back when, your tongue forsakes, the choir of collective manipulates. Come back when, your dreams no more, seed rot in curious childish imaginaries. Come back then, might you see, black 'n white, just shades of light. Come back then, and maybe then you’ll feel, the world that be, a cacophony in kids’ acryl.

(An Intermission 5 place holder) Blanc was at the mirror pool, watching groups of tale happy pokemon leave as the last rays of  sunlight faded. No one had payed much notice of the little fox at the edge of the crowd. No one payed much attention as they left into the twilight, set on their own denizen. Blanc padded forward to the quiet water, his mirage looking back at him. As he stared, the mirage faded, and a landscape of snow and white covered pines took it's place. It would've been serene if not for the smoke that drifted black into vision, or the marks of missed battle that marred the tree trunks. Blanc shook his head, stepping back from