[NRP] Frank & Melomar's Journal (212 views)

[melomar]

Insert: About Frank and I don't understand!
Date: 20 July 2014
Word count: 1250
In the aftermath of a terrible calamity, pages torn from a journal were found. A story of beginnings and endings, about Frank but written in Yaima's words.

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Vignette: There is nothing to understand
Date: ? 2014
Word count: ?
Frank's account of the previous disasters and a lead-in to her next encounter.

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RP One: A Forest Encounter
Date: 25 Jun 2013 - ?
Post count: Incomplete
Interaction with: IvoryRyu.20's Xellandro the Torterra
Link: here
The story of how a miserable, abused onix met someone with a giving heart.

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RP Two: In the Catacombs
Date: 07 Mar 2013 - ?
Post count: Incomplete
Interaction with: Noonday Guile's Eli the Luxray
Link: here
One would think that traveling through a mountain would be quite lonely and quiet. That could not have been further from the case.

[melomar]

Messenger Roleplay: Rage Restriction
Date: 11 June 2013 - 22 December 2014
Word count: 5502
Interaction With: MoogerMint's Kenley and Mycah
Notes: Learns Rage

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A distant rumbling filled the lowlands beneath the mountains. A flock of birds announced the coming of the rockslide as a huge hole opened up the mountain's rock face. The dust and debris had not finished their mad tumble before a roar shattered the growing silence and the massive form of a young onix entered the sunlight. Trees and shrubs bowed out of the way or were demolished in a mash of splinters and green goo as she raced in a straight line through the forest.

It hadn't been the most eventful of weeks, and Kenley was expecting the same to come out of today as well as he strolled around the perimeter of the expanse of land he called his. In fact, when he felt the ground begin to shake under his feet, he thought he had merely been experiencing the onset of another headache, now a common occurrence... until the shifting continued to increase in intensity. He was frowning at the ground until he witnessed the demolition explode before him, eyes growing wide in bewilderment. "What the..?" the words fell without conscious thought as he hastily began pursuit of... whatever-it-was that was taking out his fortress walls, "Hey, s-stop that!"

Mycah had never experienced the ground move in such an unnatural manner, at least in the history he was able to create thus far. While the rolling beneath his feet and the sudden departure of birds overhead was an ominous sign, the small pawniard's curiosity was getting the better of him. If others were fleeing, he'd have to be careful... but that didn't mean he couldn't investigate. Clambering over all the forested obstacles, though, that may be a different story. It felt like it was nearing, so maybe he hadn't as far a trek to go as he thought.

Frank the Onix hardly heard the outcry of the forest's guardian as she blew right past. However, it was just enough to cause a small falter in her pace, and obstacles were finally beginning to slow her down. She was tired! But she could not stop. All she could do was -- run into that boulder -- she veered off, and into another straight line -- until she ran into another. She felt like a pinball, and wailed a tortured "UWAHHHHHH!"

Should anyone happen to notice, a fine mist of clear, salty liquid rained down from above.

Kenley was irritated that yet another intruder in the midst of his territory was ignoring his words, of course, but that seemed to take a back seat to the imperative nature of the whole ordeal. This was... a heck of a lot of damage that he was going to need to be attending to. He wasn't even sure how he was going to be able to fix those fort walls, but the damage unnerved him in more than a single way. In fact, he was unsure whether he would even be able to catch up to her, for even though she was being slowed by the obstruction of the larger trees, she was still very fast for such a massive pokémon. "Stop it, you're bringing the whole place down!" he attempted to call again, hopping over felled logs and gouged forest floors.

Mycah flinched as the ground seemed to rattle with each hit the rock snake took. After it happened a few times, the steel pokémon paused in his movements, attempting to gauge the situation with what little knowledge he had. It felt like he was close, he could hear the cries that were being sent forth... but they didn't seem of malicious intent. However, whatever the intent actually was, he could tell it was still of a destructive sort, spotting the kicked up debris ahead.

Finally Kenley's words were getting through to her. She understood yelling, though he did not seem to be angry, more surprised and maybe fearful than angry. She also understood words like, "stop." The exertion from her Rage fit was wearing heavily on her. She was young and had good endurance but she had not advanced many levels in all the time she had been trained. By that. Awful. Human. "WAHHH!" The world was becoming a dizzy mess. Tears filled her eyes. She could no longer see through them. "I can’t... stop!" she bawled.

Kenley huffed as he heaved himself over another fallen tree, a bit dismayed by all the arbor carnage. He was trying to keep up, and noticed that the way she was zig-zagging through the undergrowth, he wasn't lagging so far behind. In fact, he tried to jog up beside her by taking a shorter route, as futile as it might have been to cut her off. He hadn't been expecting the stampeding snake to actually respond after he had received none before, so was a bit taken aback by the unexpected response. "Can't?" he asked, more of a growl than he had intended through the exertion, "What do you mean 'can't'?!"

Mycah refrained from chasing down the onix any further, noting that she would probably not stray too much further than where he could see already. He stood his ground, surprised that she was still tearing through the place when she seemed so exhausted already. His head tilted, side-stepping in case she made another sudden turn as he watched her form. She seemed awfully upset about something... what was making her so sad?

"CAAAAAAAAAN'T!" she roared. She was still in a full tantrum, but the next tree she ran into was an especially old one, and as big around, if not more so, than she. The impact was enough to stop her dead in her tracks, her trailing tail bunching up with a crackling of impacting boulders behind her. "Can't..." She wobbled in midair and fell like a great tree herself. Then with a sob, she curled up into a ball, tears streaming down her face. She had fainted from exhaustion.

Kenley cringed even before the impact ensued. It helped block some of the awful sound out, but that was hardly much of a blessing. "Oooh..." he winced, skidding to a halt in a relatively close vicinity. He had... absolutely no idea what to think of this whole bizarre situation. While he was irate that so much destruction was caused in the wake of the onix's barreling ride, she apparently couldn't stop. What did that even mean? Was someone taking HER for a joyride or something? Glancing back, he stared down the scar across the land and latched his hands onto his minty hair. He did NOT appreciate that view!

As it appeared that the powerful force had been halted, Mycah took it as cue that it was probably safe to investigate. He was quick on his feet, nearing a dangerous proximity to the felled onix if she had actually still been conscious. His steps slowed, inching closer to her head. He could spot the tears, but he couldn't quite recognize their meaning, unable to link it to sadness. Regardless, the intensity of her emotions through her rampage was enough to give plenty of feedback into her mental state, and he was concerned about it. Was it something that this irritated kid did?

Kenley sighed, spinning back around only to spot the small pawniard standing between him and the source of destruction before him. His eyes flared, "You! What do you want? What are you doing here!? Is this your fault!?" He stormed closer, but Mycah was incredibly quick to raise a bladed arm in warning. The message was clear: No more rage, and don't come closer. The boy growled, standing there with a scowl. Slowly, he backed up against the nearest tree, intent on seeing this matter through to the end. The question was only... how long was he going to have to wait here to get his answers?

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Frank's consciousness wavered back to her slowly. The world was dark and fuzzy around the edges, and had a funny hue. It was also at an angle. Struggling to focus her vision, she slowly lifted herself up from her soft bed of debris; soft, for most surfaces are softer than rock, after all. The world spun briefly, but she was finally able to see properly, and in the proper colors. She looked around, bewildered by the destruction surrounding her. She saw the unmistakably onix-sized track that led right up to her and her eyes widened in shock. She groaned, finally beginning to remember being out of control. But where was her trainer, and just where was she?

If this had been any other instance, Kenley may have been dozing off with the wait time unhindered by activity. He could have preoccupied his time by trying to pick up what he could, but he was half-expecting the onix to bolt as soon as she came-to. He didn't want to be too far away if that happened, or he might never have anything come of this situation but crisis. As she slowly rose, Kenley jumped to his feet, as though his tiny stature could intimidate. Especially when the one he was standing before was almost seven times his height... He was good at ignoring possible consequences when angered. "What. Were you. THINKING?" he hissed, indicating the chaos she was already surveying.

Mycah watched Kenley carefully. He felt no threatening vibes coming off the onix, but he wasn't so sure about the boy. Intent was within a grey area, and he didn't want it to get out of hand. The onix didn't want to hurt anyone. The wurmple... might be tempted. That didn't mix well, and it kept his nerves tensed. A blade twitched again from where it rested at his side in warning. Hadn't enough been done already? Why hurt someone further over it?

The baby onix' survey of the scene included a tiny metallic pokémon... and something that looked like a hallucinogenic mix of human and pokémon. From her recent past, she recognized the basic format of diminutive bipedal form, issuing angry, sharp, barking noises, and surrounded by minions in the form of fighting pokémon.

She didn't need to know what Kenley was saying at all. She had already identified him as the trainer, and she the worm. The pawniard was obviously his minion as well. It would stand to reason, then, that she would never realize that she was physically larger than he, even before she folded over until they were at eye level, or as nearly as was anatomically possible. Likewise, it never entered into her mind that crouching as she was might be viewed as something equally aggressive to Kenley’s posturing.

From the side, however, it would be only too obvious that she was cowering. The tears streaming down her nose probably helped there, too. She mumbled: "I'm. Sorry."

Kenley bristled as the gigantic stone serpent lowered her head, easier to see eye-to-eye but also easier to snap him in half, if she so desired. Despite the warning prickle rise up his spine, as though poking him into reconsidering his aggressive stance should it be a fatal or altogether idiotic move. Of course, out of habit, he ignored it. He continued to jab at the trail the onix had blazed through his front door, his voice tensed, "This is my home, and you just trashed the place! Do you know how long this is going to take to fix? I don't even know if I can do it! You're trespassing and--!"

He faltered, his defenses shot once her quiet words finally worked their way into registering in his brain, "W-What..?" She... she apologized? He blinked, finally realizing that she was crying at the realization of what had just happened. This was not something that usually... strike that, this was something that NEVER happened, twice over. "Um... I..." and suddenly, Kenley was tripping over his own words in an effort to locate something that actually made sense. How was one suppose to accept an apology? Most people fought back, most people called him names... they didn't cry, and they didn't listen to what he had to say. "It's... um, apology accepted," he said, though was unsure what to do to stop the sobbing.

Mycah watched the scene unfold, glancing from one pokémon to the other... human? The actions didn't seem to change from before the onix had originally collapsed, and because of that, it seemed things were getting worse. Didn't Kenley see the warning he gave? Why did he continue to act that way? He was just about shooting daggers at the boy, about to lunge at the child for it before his own anger seemed to completely vanish in a single moment. The pawniard brushed the child off, opting to ignore him as he scooted closer to Frank, curious as to what the tears were about. He'd never actually seen those before, but seeing as they were a side effect of her sadness, he didn't like to see them continue so freely.

With every acidic sentence another pair of tears ran down Frank’s nose. Drip, drip, drip-drip. There wasn’t much she could say, really, so she took his verbal assault in silence. Well, except for a nearly-constant low whine that she tried to suppress unsuccessfully. There was one thing she did respond to and mumbled, "I'll help you fix it." Of course, she did not know how in the world she could, but she would do her best. After all, she had broken his house.

If Kenley did not know how to respond to an apology, Frank had never experienced an acceptance of said apology. She squirmed a little, with small grinding noises from her segments rubbing together.

Mycah approached and Frank, having assumed he was Kenley's pokémon, had given him little thought. But he seemed to come at her with great intent. Her eyes widened and she reared back a little. "What's he doing?"

Well, this was all-around awkward. There were very few instances that Kenley could recall where conversation didn't consist solely of the wurmple-boy having to yell at a trespasser before him, and due to habit, he was rusty with... well, being civil. In fact, prompted reaction almost urged him to counter with a snide remark or two, if only because he was upset something like this occurred in the first place. Luckily, common sense managed to gain the upper hand by this point. Despite reservations about it, he sighed and turned to look at how much work they were going to have to do to fix what had been done. "Alright, but I'm holding you to that," his reply finally came, though he was nervous about how much help she really would be, "Where to start, though..." To say the least, it was quite the mess.

His attention snapped back in confusion when Frank had mentioned Mycah, nearly forgetting about the pokémon's random appearance in his territory. Frowning, the poké-boy turned gold eyes down to the tiny steel-type, "I... don't even know why he's here, let alone what he's doing. What, so he didn't come here with you?" Not only was he now confused why the pawniard was keeping Kenley from taking one step forward, but now he was kind of wishing he was on higher ground, considering Mycah seemed particularly volatile; Kenley didn't really have much of a means of protecting himself outside of his lungs.

Mycah had stopped moving once Frank had pulled away, recalling the action was meant for a response where one wasn't quite sure what to expect. At least, that was how it seemed when the leek-bearing Switch had reacted in a similar manner when Mycah had pointed a bladed limb her way; he quickly learned when he should and shouldn't do something like that from such experience. She sure was a jumpy one! Turning himself around, he wandered over to a tree a few yards away and sat himself down, aimed toward observing; he hadn't intended on being a source for more anxiety now that it seemed to be slowly decreasing.

“You aren’t his trainer?” the onix asked in bewilderment. Her eyes followed Mycah’s sudden retreat, her gaze a mixture of dwindling fear and growing curiosity. Had she done something wrong to prompt him to leave? She didn’t think so, though out of habit she almost apologized anyway. This new knowledge made her recognize her hasty first impressions for what they were, and she found herself now doubting her fears and her assessment of the whole situation. Her eyes had ceased to fill with tears.

She continued to watch Mycah for a moment longer then rotated the segments of her body in the opposite direction. It must have been a sight to see, many great boulders spinning in unison on some invisible or imaginary axis. She glanced at Kenley while she turned around in place, unsure of what to make of either one, but particularly the wurmple boy. She glanced around the (onix-made?) clearing to assess the situation. “I could move trees and boulders for you,” she offered.

"No, I'm not his trainer. I've never seen him before," Kenley's nose scrunched up at the thought of being another pokémon's trainer, and the word left the wurmple-boy with a bad taste in his mouth. With a huff, he spun around, pretending to be surveying the surroundings so as not to potentially upset the large onix further with his anger. She thought he was a human!? Humans were beneath him! However, he had to come to terms with the fact that he did, actually, look much more human... and when he had awoken after being touched by the jirachi's star, he had even realized he smelled somewhat human, too. Ugh... why did the onix's hasty assessments, that Kenley highly despised, have to be justified!?

Mycah glanced between the two before him, noting that while things still seemed stressed, what he had perceived as 'danger' had all but evaporated. Good, then maybe he had made the correct decision by getting out of the way! That meant it was probably safer for him to stay where he was, and with that idea he began turning attention to poking around in the grass. It seemed different from the type on the other side of the mountains, less coarse from hiding beneath the shade of the trees.

The movement of Frank's serpentine body caused Kenley to quickly sidestep a bit further away, as though the onix didn't have full control of her own body. At the giant pokémon's suggestion, the boy's eyes landed on the nearest fallen tree trunk. Yeah, there was no way he was going to be able to move that on his own, not very easily... "An adequate proposal," he commended, lightly kicking at the trunk before reiterating after a pause, "That would be very helpful, actually."

Kenley’s response was certainly perplexing. Despite his generally human appearance, and she had seen trainers dress like their favorite pokémon before, Kenley’s disgusted tone and posture made it clear that, not only was the pawniard not his pokémon, but perhaps he would not want him if he had the chance, nor even any pokémon at all! Glancing down at his midsection therefore, perhaps it should come as no surprise that he wore no belt of pokéballs, nor a bag that might carry them.

Briefly she glanced back at Mycah once again. He seemed distracted, or perhaps considering something, as he fidgeted with the grass. The more she saw of him, the more she felt a sense of kinship with him. He seemed inquisitive instead of aggressive; a very young pokémon like her, perhaps? She wanted to ask him things, even though she had yet to see him communicate beyond gesturing (another puzzle). Unlike with Kenley, she did not feel intimidated to ask, but rather, just a little bit shy. And preoccupied.

The wurmple boy had quickly moved out of her way when she spun around even though he was in no danger. His shift from hostility to nervousness was another spark for her smoldering curiosity. She really could not fathom why he would change so much in such a short amount of time, though an image of her trainer’s cowering parents briefly came to mind. Maybe she would figure it out when she had a little more time to consider everything. But for now, she had to help him fix his home: as he kicked the tree, which did not budge in the slightest and made only a small muffled sound in response, it was clear to her that he wouldn’t be able to fix it otherwise.

“Now? Should I move that one now?” she asked and tilted her head, deliberating between trying to bite and lift it, or rolling it.

Kenley didn't realize how confusing a conundrum his presence and actions seemed to be. Most of those he had interacted with in the past had no former knowledge of what it was like to be a pet to the overprivileged human populace, so he never thought twice about such similarities in background. After all, if one was owned by a human, what would they be doing so far out this way? Never mind that he was here, that was beside the point.

It was a bit of a relief to see that the onix appeared to have calmed down. Even though it was kind of nice to know that he could, in fact, instill fear and command others to do what he requested... it didn't seem like it worked on those that he preferred it to; the most prominently opposed individuals never seem to acknowledge his rule. The onix, however, didn't seem all that bad, at least once she had ceased her rampage. Kenley was still wary of her helping out until the mess was taken care of, but this was a good start nonetheless. He nodded his head at her question, motioning to the side in a manner that indicated to push it over, "Yeah, go ahead and try that. I'm thinking if we can just clear a bit of a path, it should work for now. As it is, I can't make it through here very easily. Just as long as paths aren't blocked." Heck, nobody could make it over the broken trees very easily at the moment unless they proceeded to go around the long way.

Mycah rose his head from its preoccupation with the grass coating the floor. The tones of the chattering voices sounded more relaxed, and their postures were less tense. He had no idea what it was they were discussing, but it was immensely more civil. The way they moved, it seemed as though they were conversing on a plan of action. This caught the pawniard's attention, curiously observing from his stead.

Frank continued to study the clearing in an attempt to formulate a plan. Kenley wanted to preserve pathways into the forest so he could move about freely. She took special note of the ones she could see, that is, ones whose mouths had not been covered by debris, before attempting to pick up the fallen tree the wurmple boy had originally kicked.

Gingerly, she descended over it and took it into her jaws, as gently as a great stone maw could manage. Lifting it proved to be rather tricky; though she had aimed for somewhere in the middle, just a bit off balance and it became difficult to keep aloft. She did not want to hurt anybody. One end made a loud thunk! as it grazed another trunk laying on its side. The tree in her mouth wobbled before she brought it back to horizontal and finally released it on top of the other one. Instead of stacking neatly as she had wanted, however, it rotated and slid downward for several feet before landing diagonally across the other tree with its roots in the air.

“Hrm,” she muttered in mild frustration, then glanced back at Kenley nervously. She did not want to mess things up again, but the tree had fallen between the trunks of two upright trees. She grimaced and reached down again, this time to both lift and slide it free, before rotating the tree and trying to stack them properly again. This time it rolled back toward her and thumped against her large boulder-like chest, drawing a surprised grunt.

Then she tried again, awkwardly trying to reach it without moving herself and disrupting her companions. This third try finally spelled success and she paused to look at her good work with pride and a huge stone-eating grin. Good. One (well, two) tree down, half a dozen to go.

Kenley side-stepped a little, more as a way to get a better vantage than it was to actually get out of harm's way. Frank seemed to take to the job fairly readily, which was promising: it meant he didn't have to waste any more energy arguing his point. Not that he thought he had to, for she seemed compliant enough to his requests, even though she was the one that originally caused the destruction. Boy, was this entire setup weird...

He cringed slightly as the trunk of the tree held aloft decided it wanted to play a game of see-saw, but otherwise didn't move from where he was standing. Currently, he was far enough away, though the size difference between the onix and the piece of forest in her jaws might have been enough to intimidate the average child. Kenley was still within the bounds of the frame of mind that he was likely invincible, though.

As the tree proceeded to flip-flop around, Kenley watched as Frank attempted to resituate it so that it stacked nicely, only to have it roll over again. "Hey, you don't have to... It's fine l--" he tried to cut through the pounding of the battering ram on the forest floor, flinching his mouth inadvertently shut each time. He didn't really mind if they weren't stacked in such an orderly fashion, it actually made the place look more organic when it wasn't! However, the efforts the great stony snake went to finally managed to pay off, and the persistence she instilled to make it so far didn't go away unappreciated. "Wow, thanks,"
he managed, the surprise he felt not escaping the inflection, "You could make a pretty good construction worker."
If she were ever in town, that is.

Despite the fact that Mycah had absolutely no idea what the two were trying to do, his curiosity didn't vanish. He continued to try to figure it out, but what little he could remember having experienced didn't lend any hints, as though he were grabbing for an answer at thin air. It was still interesting to watch, either way.

While she worked, Frank had been mindful of where both Kenley and Mycah positioned themselves. Because Kenley had moved out of the way to watch, he was not a worry, and Mycah seemed inclined to stay where he had been. She had heard Kenley’s protests, she really had, but she didn't want to speak with forest in her mouth. That would have been rude. And she was not sure what to say in any case; of course she had to do this.

In the end, his words of praise were worth all of her diligence and patience when stacking those two logs. Wow, did Frank ever feel good about herself. Her task was not nearly done, she understood that all too well, but she was becoming more familiar with the mechanics of moving these trees with each mistake and realignment she made. Things were definitely looking up.

She sighed, feeling a hint of fatigue spreading through her jaw, and looked around before repositioning herself to roll another log up against the other two. She glanced back to ensure both Kenley and Mycah were where they were supposed to be before nudging the tree trunk with her nose. Wrestling with it until it ran parallel to the lower log in her stack, she finally got it into place. Then she worked on another one, and another, until the stack was nearly as tall as she was. She glanced back at Kenley in search of approval from the persnickety poke-boy. She definitely felt tired now, but accomplished. Today is becoming a good day, she thought with relief, feeling a little woozy.

She swayed a little, just enough to bump the stack of logs with the string of undulating boulders that was her body. A log nestled lower on the pile rocked back and bounced back toward Frank, carrying the rest of the stack with it. For an instant they seemed like mirror images in wood and stone before both went down. Frank, caught underneath the pile of trees, was stunned for a moment before crying out in fear and pain. Naturally, this translated into an onix-sized roar and an eruption of logs as she emerged, covered in splintered wood. Acting on her instinct, she bolted for the trees, leaving a wide pathway in her wake.

Kenley remained at a distance as the onix worked to clear a path through the destruction. It wasn't only to give Frank the space to work, but also to avoid the feeling of being too close to getting clocked in the head by the remnants of a full-grown tree. He had the urge to help her out, not because she was struggling to work so hard as much as he just wanted it back to normal all the faster, but upon observation he realized there was very little a small child like him could honestly do. There were some snapped limbs here and there that he could likely lift on his own and set aside, but many of those options would have conflicted with Frank's handiwork as she moved about. Not standing in the way was a good decision all-around, it seemed; he could always pick up the smaller stuff later.

The wurmple-boy kept watch as she worked. It was not as though he believed that she wouldn't try to finish it herself, but something about leaving another person alone in 'his' part of the woods, whether he knew what they were up to or not, made him rather uncomfortable -- it was better to know what was happening at all times.

Despite the fact that any extended time working such a chore would have resulted in quick exhaustion from most anyone, it still came as an unexpected surprise, perhaps because the young onix had been working so carefully and diligently throughout the whole endeavor. Kenley was far enough away to be safe from immediate harm, but he still cringed against the sound, pulling his arms partially up to brace for impact that wouldn't come. It was a swift motion, and was shaken off before the newly-created mess had even settled. Blinking, he stared at the log that had been the metaphorical "last straw," unsure of what to say. His first instinct was, of course, to yell... but he knew where that would land him now, and knew there was little point -- she had tried her best, and it was bound to happen eventually. He hissed out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his messy hair as he deliberated on where to go from here.

Before his thoughts could travel too far, or even untangle themselves from the yarn ball they had created in his head, Frank's panicked response broke through the clutter. Stunned silence was all that he could really muster as he watched the great stone snake cut... yet another scar through the forest. He wanted to be angry, but he couldn't manage it -- he couldn't manage much of anything, except that this was way, way too bizarre. Call it denial, call it what you might, but Kenley was unable to wrap his head around how this could possibly be happening outside the realms of a kid's cartoon.

It was only when he started turning away from the new trail that he noticed the unnerving, fixed stare that the small pawniard was giving him, now up on his feet and a little too close to comfort (though anything closer than he had been was 'too close'). Mycah wasn't sure what exactly had just happened, but it seemed similar to when Kenley had yelled at Frank before, only in greater magnitude. So then, was it Kenley's fault? Mycah couldn't decipher, other than the fact the wurmple-boy didn't feel comfortable with the diminutive pokémon. Or was it his actions?

At a loss, Mycah decided it was worthless to stick around. Instead, he followed down the new trail. If something was hurting Frank, maybe he could do something about it -- it was a better chance than trying to figure out the mouthy brat, at least.

Once more, Kenley found himself alone. Irregardless of the state of the forest, he should have been glad to have the two trespassers vamoose from his home. He should have...

[melomar]

Star Finding: THUMBS.
Date: 22 April 2013
Word count: 651
This is Frank's Star-Finding event.

SPOILER: Click to show

The great hulking mass of the young onix grated stone-against stone as she shuffled herself under a sapling. It, in turn, lounged in the shade of its forebears, their mossy trunks disappearing into a lush, glowing-green canopy. The sun was brilliant, setting the world into a riot of color.

Bawling, she tossed her head back and it raked against the sapling, green shoots tearing free and lodging themselves into the unevenly textured stone of her head, or fluttering wetly to the ground. She continued her descent with a loud thump! as she landed on the ground. The pokémon’s misery left her oblivious to her surroundings. She saw no color, smelled no greenery, and the world around her seemed dim and lifeless. Even the tree she had just maimed was little more than another obstacle.

Only then did she notice movement, and her eyes rolled skyward in time to behold the retreating forms of a flock of taillow rising ever higher into the sky. Even they wouldn’t bother the self-absorbed tantrum-throwing onix!

She knew going on about this would change exactly nothing and help exactly no one. She could not help but feel horribly for destroying one person’s home. Or another’s garage. When she flew into a Rage she could not control herself at all. Then things were flattened or otherwise destroyed in her wake. Finally she sighed miserably and her body slumped in defeat.

While she lay where she had fallen, colors and sounds slowly began to return to her. There were birds around, but they maintained their distance now. She could hear water nearby: the river that bisected what she knew of the world was not far away.

Then she heard a commotion above. It sounded like something jumping through the trees, branch-to-branch. But it was not jumping, it was falling end-over-end. Finally it spun as if taking that one final flying leap over the earth, a leap of faith--

The star as it careened toward the ground was a magnificent, beautiful, delicate thing. Frank’s eyes widened with awe and enchantment. How had something so extraordinary come into being? How had it happened upon her? Was it some kind of sign of change? Of good fortune? She wanted to have something so beautiful in her possession. Perhaps she could wear it, something dainty and pretty that she would always treasure, and she would see it whenever she went to a pool or river. It would remind her that there were wonderful things in the world, even when it seemed so desolate and unforgiving, or when she was down on her luck, or when the loneliness became too much to bear.

Without thinking, she reached out with the end of her tail, the most delicate and sensitive instrument capable of catching or holding anything that she possessed. She stretched, oh please let her catch it--

--and it shattered upon the stony surface of her tail, like an antique glass ornament, into a million pieces.

“EVERYTHING I TOUCH EXPLODES.”

She moaned in a thickly-accented onix bellow and collapsed again to the ground. Twin streams of tears trailed down her face, perpendicular to the ground. Each huge tear splashed over her rocky scales or bounced around in the deeply channeled grass, before finally sinking in.

She remembered one rare memory from before, a time when her favorite uncle had admonished her: “Don’t cry, your face will erode and your cheeks will fall off. What will you do then?”

A feeling of nostalgia swept over her and she felt incredibly heavy. She missed her family terribly. In those days, things rarely went wrong. Nowadays, things rarely went right! She doubted that tomorrow would be any better, but she was determined to try, as she always had. And maybe Kenley would forgive her, and allow her to help rebuild his home.

“I wish I had thumbs,” she whispered as she drifted off to sleep.

[melomar]

Meta: To Catch a Fallen Star
Date: 27 July 2015 - 22 February 2016
Post count: ?
Interaction with: Velvet the Swinub, Dooma's Amit and Risketi
Link: here

A captured onix escapes with another downfall of Team Rocket (again).

• Learns Rock Tomb
  

[melomar]

RP: Rubble and Destruction
Date: 16 February 2016 - ?
Post count: 7 (incomplete)
Interaction with: Dooma's Amit and Risketi
Link: here
An escaped onix learns that Jirachi-children poke-masters can be just as cruel as human ones.