[NRP] Lautrec & Melomar's Journal (169 views)

[melomar]

RP One: Igneous Instigation
Date: 30 March - ?? 2020
Post count: ??
Interaction with: Jocosus, MoogerMint's Toulouse (twin)
Link: Here
Notes: The twin tiny turtles discover a shiny stone that causes all the problems.

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boop

[melomar]

RP Two: Minotaur in the Halls
Date: 14 April 2014 - ??
Post count: ??
Interaction with: Dooma's Benoni, MoogerMint's Toulouse (twin)
Link: Here
Notes: Boop.

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boop

[melomar]

Solo One: Comix
Date: 10 June 2020
Word count: 730
Notes: Something most kids take for granted is treasured by this young pokémon.

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Lautrec held in his hand very rare find in his world. Who knew where he had found it; he would never tell. But he and his brother kept is carefully hidden in a place they thought would never be found. He carried it to where he wanted to sit, on the couch with a coffee table in front of it.

In his careful though stubby hands, it was longish and rectangular, and in addition very flat when set down upon the table. It was a fragile paper product of many folded sheets held together with tiny strips of metal. The outer front sheet, the cover, was vaguely shiny and there was a picture that reached the edges, painted with strong lines and bright colors. These colors were rarely seen in nature outside of a pokémon. This object was meant to be opened; Lautrec gently flipped the cover over. Inside, the paper was a crisp white color with many outlined shapes containing even more pictures inside of them. The pictures were merely black and white, but the lines were very strong and there was much use of the color black, so they stood out starkly against the white background. The pictures were exciting to look at and they could tell a story even without the printed letters that Lautrec could not read. And if he could not read them, the words were written with energy in their presentation. He could follow along and make up the story on his own. The object in his hands was a book. And this book, it was not just any book. It was something called a comix.

The pictures on these paper pages were not just any pictures, either. On top of every other exciting thing, the pictures were clearly about a small group of turtles. The turtles in these pictures were clearly squirtles, with their stumpy limbs, hard shells, curled tails, and beaked faces. There were four of them, and they all carried weapons. The story these pictures showed was about strong emotions, and fighting villains with their weapons and their rage. They had special moves that squirtles should aspire to learn, Lautrec believed. And as the story progressed, the squirtles grew. In this particularly powerful story, or issue, one of Lautrec's favorites (and they were all his favorites) mega evolved in his Blastoise form!

"Aww, I wanna be like these guys," Lautrec sighed. He was in love with these stories. They were so exciting and inspiring. He wanted to find a blastoisinite so that someday he too could become a Blastoise capable of mega evolution. He wanted to fight villains like these turtles did, and that would be the best way to do it, or so he thought.

The scope of his dream was not unattainable, but it would take time and practice. Already, he and his twin dressed just like them, with strips of fabric fashioned into masks, elbow and knee pads. They had very nicely asked the blacksmith to make their weapons. The only thing they consistently failed to accomplish were the upwelling of rage and other dark emotions. They had nothing to be angry about. If anything, they were lucky to be alive. And no one had ostracized them for any of their childish antics and extraordinary blunders. Their lives were very... good.

But the desire to help others was genuine, even if they were infamous mischief-makers. Lautrec frowned down at the comix and hummed to himself. Maybe he could just wander around town today, asking if anybody needed some help? That seemed pretty boring, and possibly a lot of hard work. But missions came in all forms, didn't they? He considered asking his brother for ideas, but Toulouse was elsewhere at this time. Was he having his own adventure today? No, Lautrec would have to do this mission-seeking on his own, no matter how difficult it should be! That was what his favorite super squirtles would do! They would do their best!

Lautrec carefully closed the comix and put it into the safety of a comix drawer. That was all that was in it, a stack of comix. It was their Secret Stash. Then Lautrec reached for his sickle, the carefully fashioned weapon that the blacksmith had made for him, and slid it into his belt. He was ready! He skipped out the door, ready to face the day.