Todd Holcomb
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To fade away is what we all will do from the public sight. But we live on through those who knew us.
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Post by Todd Holcomb on Jan 9, 2014 0:17:35 GMT -5
Todd honestly didn't expect to find what he did today. A egg, to be more exact a pokemon egg. Though he didn't know what kind of pokemon was withing it, so it provided a interesting mystery. Upon waking up this morning, he found it on the door step of the house. Thinking that someone had simply dropped it, he and Zig asked around for a little. No one had claimed the egg so Todd pretty much just decided to keep it. School was still out for a few more days and since Zig had been complaining about nothing to do, why not just go a little bit outside of the walls eh?
Finding himself at the graveyard, Todd started to think he should've gone a different direction. He had one pokeball that wasn't Zig's, and pretty much had a pokemon egg in his back pack. He didn't exactly come prepared for anything really. Oh well. IT was pretty much the afternoon still, so he had time to wander before going back.
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Post by Feather on Jan 13, 2014 6:15:09 GMT -5
It was dangerous for an unskilled child to be outside these walls. Guards were often told to keep them inside; it was a deadly place outside. Exiting , for the most part, required the signing of a few forms and a license proving the trainer had been shown the basics of new life outside. The infected crawled over practically everything; a single bite or scratch could end the life of any Pokemon unlucky enough to fall to it. The man at the gate, for some unknown reason, had not been paying particular attention---it might have been due to his girlfriend leaving him the night before. He had waved the boy out with a somewhat ominous farewell.
It wasn’t like anyone was banned from going outside--usually. This wasn’t a dictatorship—to most to the public. Waving, returning to his tear eyed observation of his cellphone, the young gatekeeper murmured, “Good luck.” The door was closed quickly behind the boy and his Zigzagoon.
The graveyard was a place of death. It had once been that and a place filled with mourners, love, and well-maintained memorials. Instead, after the war, it had mostly fallen into disrepair. The flowers upon the grave were now badly wilted. Most of the petals and leaves had departed to misery; of there was a heaven for plants, which would likely be truly crowded, this place had given it many inhabitants. Many graves lay disturbed; some caskets, with bones and flesh visible beneath shattered wood and stone, were now opened to the elements. The infected did not care about whether they were ‘scavengers’ or better described ‘carnivorous’. Dead flesh was still flesh.
The boy had taken a wrong turn, indeed. Hopefully he remembered, if he needed it, the emergency number to the nearest patrol. At the moment though, as he moved through the graveyard, the infected were nowhere to be seen. All that was visible, for about a mile due to some bits of fog, were the rocky humps of tombstones, shattered crosses, and slightly moistened grass. Half a row of tombstones ahead, shifting slightly, was a dark teal figure.
It was shaped a bit like a pine cone; the top layer was pulled apart to allow it a sense of sight. Red eyes opened. The Pineco was apparent the second it began to hop forward. “ ‘Ey! ‘Ey you! Bean bag! Fuzzy!”, dropping onto his side and rolling forward, he barreled towards Todd and his friend. Was he violent or was that just how he talked—loudly?
A depression in the ground had been stepped upon by the boy. He likely did not notice---there were many such dips in cemeteries. This particular one was currently occupied. From its depths emerged a purple –blue shape that shifted and twisted. It was translucent to all but the clearest of gazes. The outlines of graves could be seen through its thin haze.
Red beads dangled around its neck. Its eyes were obvious a bit irritated. she had been napping! Shivering, letting out her frustration in a quiet burst of air, the tiny figure drifted after the boy to give a piece of her mind.
“Humans need to watch where they’re stepping!” She would make him see bats in his hair for a week!
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Todd Holcomb
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Post by Todd Holcomb on Jan 13, 2014 13:23:07 GMT -5
Todd had surely been taken by further surprise when a voice called out to him. In which case this voice belonged to a pokemon that was barreling toward him and Zig. Zig didn't like the fact he was being called names; well he assumed that it was him getting called names. Todd wasn't exactly fuzzy. Moving out of the Pineco's way, it caused Todd to stop on the ghost pokemon.
Once he regained his footing on a different piece of ground, the ghost pokemon appeared. She wasn't happy, not in the least. He hadn't meant it, it was a accident.
"I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention to step on you. I lost my footing and I didn't see you, I really didn't mean it." Todd replied.
His lucario ears twitched underneath his hat and he kept his tail hidden. Zig meanwhile had turned his attention to the pine cone looking pokemon. Zig wasn't one for rushing into a fight and really, he couldn't tell if that was what the pokemon wanted.
"Hello." Zig greeted, wondering if this pokemon was just loud instead of seeking a battle.
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Post by Feather on Jan 15, 2014 6:20:03 GMT -5
People had names. Sometimes others didn’t know them. Most reasonable creatures would, in a polite manner, just ask for those monikers. This Pineco was as stubborn, entitled, and uppity as his shell was hard. Moving toward Todd, which involved a series of odd hops and rolls, the middle-aged Pokemon seemed intent on talking with the human and his furry companion. The reason was difficult to discern with his range of facial expressions; he lacked an easily visible mouth and indicative facial muscles. One of his ‘eyebrows’, more properly called shields, was broken and crooked. It always made him look as if his left-side constantly pondered an unanswered question.
Stupid Houndoom, an infected, had did it nearly three months ago. The little lip, that would give him back the ability not to look ridiculous, refused to regrow.
Now just a few yards away, waiting irritably for the female to clear the path, the Pineco turned to the little mammal. The cheery greeting forced a gruff, lacking any signs of rudeness, from the rough-and-tumble creature.“’Ello, fuzzy. Name’s Pin. Pine if you want.” Leaning backwards, looking as if he was about to fall back onto his rear, he gestured down the path. “You two mighta dropped something—might be trick of the light. Some of the gh—“ The red and yellow eyes of the Misdreavus drew a grumpy mutter from the Pineco. “Jus’ a good idea to be watchin’ ya things ‘round here.” Shrugging, scales rattling, he moved away from the little ghost-type.
The little miss was far from happy.
The boy had not stepped on her. His feet had knocked a bit loudly upon her door. The lady was in no mood to argue semantics. The excuse, whether from a chid or an adult, seemed flimsy. Her voice rose a bit in mocking imitation.”It’s just an accident!” Letting her voice drop back down to normal, taking an unneeded breath, the ghost type muttered angrily “See if someone accepts that when you accidentally kill them with a gun—or some other human nonsense.” Taking a deep breath, glancing back towards her ‘home’ the ghost-type had an inkling of an idea.
“If you find me some flowers, around here, I won’t curse you—living ones.” Red eyes soon glowed bright pink in a silent threat. In truth, while claiming otherwise, this irritable ghost lacked the ability to truly bring about great harm. The best she could manage, even after practice, were some flimsy illusions.
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Todd Holcomb
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To fade away is what we all will do from the public sight. But we live on through those who knew us.
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Post by Todd Holcomb on Jan 15, 2014 13:44:27 GMT -5
"I'm Zig." Zig replied to Pine, a strange looking pokemon he was to the young zigzagoon but there were many types of pokemon out there that he had yet to see.
Dropped something? Well Zig did have the pick up ability, so he could possible find it. Well if Todd had dropped something, then it would be best to go pick it up. After all, they were outside of the walls right now. Whatever they had with them was probably best to keep with them.
"Okay, thanks Pine." Zig replied before scurrying off to find said object if there was one.
Todd on the other hand, wasn't fairing that great. His lucario ears twitched under his hat, making the cloth move a bit. He hadn't meant to disturbed her, that was a accident. So when she mocked him, he didn't like it but didn't say anything about it. Best to avoid angering the ghost, after all Zig wouldn't be able to fight her. He was a normal type, and normal moves didn't work on a ghost type. When the suggestion came to find him flowers and pretty much, just avoid anything bad from happening came up. Todd saw it as a reasonable desire.
"Okay." Todd answered. "Zig..."
Looking around, Todd couldn't see anything. Had he already heard and started looking? Todd had been a bit too occupied wanting to avoid being cursed or making this ghost madder to notice the conversation that Zig had with Pin.
"I guess he's already looking." Todd muttered, he looked down to make sure he didn't step on anyone else and started to walk off.
Hopefully there was a living flower out here somewhere.
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Post by Feather on Jan 17, 2014 2:59:36 GMT -5
The Pineco liked this place. A lot of the stupid infection, some of them missing eyes or at least common sense, thought he was a grave. It didn’t matter that he moved. The dumb beasts were far from concerned about his shape either. The red eyes likely looked like dots to feverish minds. Then again, as had been insisted many times, the little thing looked a lot like a half-strangled piece of shrubbery. While he had been attacked a few times, such as when he broke his eyebrow plate, Pine found his life to be rather event free. Humans were a rarity—as was anything alive—that was why he had been staring. It was for that reason, focusing on the pair, that he saw , or thought his crimson gaze saw, things dropping from pockets. The introduction drew further grumpiness from the oval figure. His voice emerged in a seres of angry mutterings. “Zig? What kind of name is that—what’s it even mean? ‘Zig’.” It was not a strong name like Spruce, Pine, or Slate. It did not seem, to someone who was not aware of the species name for the weasel, to make much sense. The patterns on the fur just looked random. “What’s your human called—one of those stupid names?” In truth, as he had met many humans, the Pineco did not understand any reasoning behind their names. What trait did ‘Ashley’ or ‘Michael’ convey? “You’re welcome pup.” Snorting, staring at the area where he had witnessed the event, the Pineco gave a gruff bit of well-wishing. “Good luck, kid.” Turning towards Todd, who was being overwhelmed by that brat, the Pokemon merely listened—for a few minutes. “Good luck kid.” This time, the comment was directed at Todd.
If she had arms, instead of being an amorphous blob, they would have been folded across her chest. “Good! At least he knows how to treat a lady!” The Misdreavus gave a derisive little sniff. Her glowing eyes returned to her normal color. Moments later, circling Todd like a shark, she hovered in front of his face. Lips pouting slightly, staring at his ears, the female irritably voiced a question. “What are you hiding?” The angry yammering continued. “Humans are never honest—nothing but lies and stupidity. It’s like a carnival of lies—at least ghosts are honest about kettle colors.” For a moment, drifting closer, the tiny figure was tempted to knock the hat from Todd’s head.
The Zigzagoon, if he had paid attention to some quiet humming, would have noticed another Pokemon. It was only a few inches tall; it could fit within a normal human’s palm. The things in its hand, far taller than the tiny thing, waved in the breeze. The breeze gave a show of a bright red flower, feminine green body, and alternating strands of plant matter that formed a ‘skirt’. A Bellossom, carrying tiny wild flowers from grave to grave, was making deliveries. No one truly appreciated it. These graves were unoccupied. The tiny little lady did so regardless—she hoped the gods would protect her if she gave tiny donations. “One for you, one for you, another for you . . “ She spoke in Pokemon. This one, unlike the other two, had never interacted with man kind.
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Todd Holcomb
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Post by Todd Holcomb on Jan 17, 2014 15:39:26 GMT -5
Zig didn't see the problem with his name. He liked it. After all he was a zigzagoon and there were times Todd did say that his markings were zig zaged looking to him. Besides, Zig liked the name.
"Well, it's a name that I like and what Todd thought was a good one." Zig replied only for another question to come. "His name's Todd."
Zig had answered these questions before taking off in search of the item that Todd had dropped. However, his ears were soon twitching to the sound of humming. Looking around, he caught sight of the bellossom. Zig went over to her carefully, so he could avoid scaring her hopefully.
"Hello." Zig greeted in pokemon; since she was talking that way he assumed she was most comfortable with it than human.
This time, Todd had heard Pine's words and he turned his gaze to the pokemon. How could he not notice him earlier? Well...it was probably due to him talking to the ghost pokemon here. He nodded his head to Pine.
"Thanks." Todd said to the pokemon.
Course he was soon stopped by the ghost type again. Why? Why couldn't he just go about finding the flowers so she'd relax or something? The ears under the hat had pinned themselves down. He didn't really have a chance to reply due to the ghost trying to knock the hat off in which after a few tries, it did. Even though his lucario ears were pinned down, she would most likely be able to see them.
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Post by Feather on Jan 18, 2014 5:55:37 GMT -5
“Well ain’t that just a weird reason—“ The old man just shook his head; in truth, as he had nothing but a head, he merely rolled his body from side to side. How was a kid supposed to pick out their name ? Who knew what they liked? The lack of genuine explanation, besides simple desire, flabbergasted the Pineco. His mother had named him something practical; in fact, as he was first born, the armored-Pokemon shared his name with five others in his family. “Todd? What’s a Todd? What does it even mean?” It did not sound like a word he knew. Then again, as they were infamous for doing, humans invented names constantly.
Watching the little thing retreat, still shaking his head in wonder, he watched the altercation between ghost and boy. That little she-witch, as she deserved no other title, was likely just too lazy to pick up her own flowers. No doubt, as she whined, her insides bubbled with laughter. It wasn’t his place to watch them—the paternal instincts needed to quit cropping up. “You’re welcome---don’t listen to her anyway, I doubt she would now a flower if it hit her on the head.” When red eyes turned toward him, beady and crimson, the Pineco met them evenly. The shattered eyebrow plate raised slightly upward. Bring it on.
The hat tumbled down to the ground. “Well, missy, that was uncalled for! Someone needs to give you a whooping!” His nieces and nephews, all fine stones around the region, had been subjected to punishment. The female ghost just proceeded, with a dismissive snort, ignore the grumpy old figure.
“What are those?” Staring down at the ears, finding something far more interesting than flowers or hair, the Misdreavus smiled. It was a mischievous and cruel gesture. “ Are humans and Pokemon making children now---ugh. Boy. I am glad I’m deader than a doorknob.” The Pineco muttered the correct word, ‘nail’, beneath his breath. Drifting down to look the human in the face, eyes wide with curiosity, she awaited answer. “Hmmmmm?”
The Bellossom had noticed his approach. Hopping along, plants in hand, she continued. Her little arms lacked the strength to carry these flowers for much longer. They lacked the thumbs to hold them in place too; they continuously slipped to one side or the other. With a quiet sigh, each time, she would straighten them again. Turning briefly to the little weasel, the flowers waving for her full hands, the grass-type spoke. “Hello! Did someone you know die here—I have flowers.” Regardless of what her mother had constantly said, being a strong and down to earth Vileplume, the tiny thing did not listen. Humans would come visit eventually. It was not a stupid question.
With an audience, a rarity in her home, the female Pokemon asked another question. “Aren’t they pretty?” The little wildflowers were quite the sight. The pink ones, mostly left behind on the oldest and loneliest graves, were by far the brightest.
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Todd Holcomb
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Post by Todd Holcomb on Jan 21, 2014 15:58:37 GMT -5
The ears remained lowered as he moved a bit away from the ghost pokemon. Bending down, he grabbed hold of the hat and put it one his head.
"No, they're not." Todd replied. "I had a operation, if I didn't take it well...I guess you would've been happy with the outcome."
Pretty much, Todd would've died. The operation had saved his life and that he was glad of. After all, if he had died what would've happened to Zig? Would his adoptive father been able to take of the small zigzagoon? Maybe but who knows. Todd turned away from the ghost pokemon and started looking around for a flower that wasn't wilted.
Zig looked at the flowers that the wild pokemon held in her hands. Despite them being pink, they were pretty. Compared to the dead looking land around them, yeah they were lovely.
"They are." Zig replied.
(ooc: Sorry this took so long.)
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Post by Feather on Jan 23, 2014 4:24:36 GMT -5
The Misdreavus remained where she was. Her lips, which were rimmed in pink, were pulled upward in a tiny sneer. The thought of a dog and a human disgusted the little figure. She was glad that ghosts had little need for procreating and such. The red and yellow eyes stared down at the Lucario Pokemorph with a continuing frown. When he bent to pick up the hat, the ghost followed. Frowning, wishing she had arms or telekinesis, the amorphous blob just signed. Why did he have to ruin her fun? She wasn’t done staring at it yet!
She knew a dog when she saw one! The ghost truly doubted this operation story—it was not as if they ran around sewing extra ears on people. That would just be silly. “They’re not? Why do you have those ears then—and that ugly hat.” It reminded her of a dirty old paper bag. Would it fall apart when it rained? That would be rather foolish. “What other outcome? I doubt you know what makes me happy.” She turned in the direction the Zigzagoon had ran. “You can’t even get me a decent dandelion.” Humans—even those with odd ears—were far from kind and loving creatures. She had no idea why ghosts had the bad reputations.
“. . ah, there we are, thank you for finally looking—it’s a small price for bulldozing my little home.” In truth, without hands and psychically weak, the Misdreavus lacked the coordination to pick her own flowers. Her grave was just fine. She just had little issue extorting someone. It was not as if they had any purpose in coming here. You couldn’t talk to the people in the graves. Most of them were long gone. “What about that one? To your left!” The red beads levitated briefly and jerked in the direction of a freshly overturned grave. The dirt had recently been disturbed.
It moved slightly. What was under there? Whatever it was, as it shifted, something grey occasionally flashed. It seemed to be, without revealing itself, attempting to grab the little flower. “Come on..come on…come on..” It started to chant.
“Go get it.” The Misdreavus moved to knock the boy closer.
The Bellossom flushed bright pink. Her little feet, hidden beneath her dress, shifted uncertainly. Her fingers, even holding all the flowers, draped self-consciously over her chest. “Thank you.” The little blossoms were her handiwork. Each and every day, putting her all into the plot, she prompted the plants to blossom and grow. She scooped up water from puddles, cracked stones, and tiny little creeks. Fertilizer and loam was dragged forward.
“I’m the caretaker here—are you visiting someone?” She looked a bit young to be a caretaker. In Pokemon terms, for age, she was likely around eight to ten years old. Her own family was buried in this area—in fact, that fertilizer, was made partially from their corpses. “It’s really quiet here today.” Then, finally, her eyes caught sight of Todd.
With a squeak, dropping her delivery, the little thing hid behind a tombstone. There was a human here! They were bad!
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