[NRP] Angel & Lirilei's Journal (196 views)
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Post by Jirachi's Wish on Feb 2, 2020 22:55:03 GMT -8
 POKEMON | CHILDName: Angel Price Gender: Male Pokemon: Shiny Hawlucha Stage: Child Player: Lirilei Artist: Mewmouse This journal belongs to Lirilei, no posting without permission. |
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Post by Lirilei on Feb 3, 2020 7:04:25 GMT -8
Updates:
December 08, 2013 - Angel arrives! March 23, 2014 - Angel grows to a child! February 03, 2020 - New journal made! Angel Price
Name: Angel Price PronunciationGender: Male Age: Child Weight: 80lbs Height: 4'5" Sexuality & Status: Too young to think about it Hair Color: Greenish blonde. Eye Color: Gold Type(s): Flying/Fighting Moves Known: Nature: Driven Likes: Luchador Wrestling Dislikes: Not being allowed to show his love of Luchador Wrestling. Personality: Friendly, helpful, and driven he'll do all he can to help those at the orphanage he grew up in thrive and not just survive. Has a (possibly unhealthy) obsession with Luchador Wrestling. Abyss/Abismo Information coming at a (much) later date |
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Post by Lirilei on Feb 3, 2020 7:06:21 GMT -8
Requirements: Forms: [b]Name:[/b] Angel
[b]Stage:[/b] Child
[b]Pokemon Breed:[/b] Hawlucha
[b]Evolving:[/b] N/A
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
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[b]Eyes:[/b]
[b]Attitude/Nature:[/b]
[b]Clothing Style:[/b]
[b]Body Style:[/b]
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Post by Lirilei on Feb 3, 2020 7:09:39 GMT -8
Miscellaneous: Family - The Natu and Xatu that raised him. Other pokemon at the orphanage Clothing ideas - Hair ideas - Plots - Possessions - Handmade Luchador mask (Confiscated to his dismay), bedding items and such from the Natu/Xatu who run the orphanage he grew up in. |
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Post by Lirilei on Feb 3, 2020 7:12:38 GMT -8
Desire (Angel's greatest wish)I recalled quite well the day that the Natu’s found me. I’d been laying there hot, hungry, thirsty and hurt at the side of the road for awhile. One had stayed nearby while the others went to get more help. I felt comforted to know I wasn’t all alone. It was a painful time for me, I was still so young at that point and not able to care for myself. I’d been injured by a human’s pet cat and I’d been unable to fly away. Before long the Natu’s that left returned with a Xatu, and they began to tend to my needs. Given something to drink, and to eat and they began to mend me. They also took me with them and gave me a home. It's a bit of a blur to me, but they've told me the story enough times, that I guess I can sort of fill in the blanks now. That it's a little less hazy than it really is. That was more years ago than I can clearly recall. I’m now one of the ones that bring other lost and abandoned young pokemon to the orphanage we all call home. Of course I’m not a child any longer, I’m on the cusp of being an adult and I’ve been doing my best to help out in any way I can. Our orphanage is always full to bursting of those in need and not enough in the way of things to tend to them. So I was continually brainstorming ideas to bring in food, and other things we needed. Bedding, bandages, food and in a few odd cases clothes for the pokemon that suddenly came to look more like people, and yet retained their pokemon attributes. It was an interesting thing, and I found myself hoping such a change would come to me. I thought it'd make me more helpful to the Natu and the Xatu I called my family. I was at mixed purposes though between wanting to help the orphanage.....and my own personal desire. I was obsessed with Luchador wrestling and watched it any chance I got, practicing moves as best as I could on my own. The Xatu and Natu didn’t condone violence, but they did understand a pokemon was going to do what it (and it’s type class) were going to do. So they indulged my little love of the sport since I didn’t ask for anything else and most times if I were real lucky I could perch in a tree and watch a live event and get my fill. But…I wanted to make a difference in the orphanage. I wanted to be a Luchador! I even made myself a crude mask to wear and I ignored the odd looks I got for it. I wanted to win prize money, so we could keep the orphanage more than anything else though. That was my main reason and I vowed I would somehow do it. I didn’t know how, but I would! (502 words) |
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Post by Lirilei on Feb 3, 2020 7:15:15 GMT -8
Forbidden
(Luchador gets banned from the orphanage to Angel's dismay)
"Angel...your preoccupation with....this Luchador stuff is beyond worrying. You know we don't condone such violence. Yet you persist. No longer." "But...Gregori...I'm not hurting anyone by watching it, or liking it!" Angel was surprised by the Xatu's stance on this subject. He'd liked it for a long time and it had never been a problem. Until now. Why? What had changed so drastically?
"You don't see what we do when you're out scouring for money and supplies for the orphanage. The young ones have begun emulating the shows you manage to tune in on the old television. It's causing more injuries, resulting in needing more bandages and medical supplies. It's turning into a never ending thing! No more will it be tolerated. Luchador is banned within the orphanage. I'm sorry Angel but just today we had three injuries from several attempting to copy something they saw last night. That means no watching it, no reading about it, no posters, nothing. Not one speck of Luchador will be tolerated here."
There was a sigh from Angel as he hung his head in shame. That explained the injured he'd seen when he'd come home earlier. "I'm sorry Gregori. I never meant..." "I know you didn't, but it has happened and now I am telling you, no more. No more masks, or shows, or anything Luchador after you leave this room as I said. It's forbidden do you understand?" The Xatu looked into Angel's eyes a long moment before the Hawlucha gave a silent nod of agreement. <<Mari will come with you, to take the items associated with it that we know you have. Go now. Gather your things for her quickly.>>
Angel sighed softly and exited the room that the Xatu used as an office a Natu hopping along after him to collect his things. A poster was pulled down, a few ticket stubs and they were put into a bag along with a book he had. Mari looked at him expectantly. "The mask too Angel. I'm sorry. I know how much it means to you, but you heard Gregori. All of it." he went to where his homemade mask sat and picked it up, looking down at it sadly before it too was handed over. Though his finger stayed curled around it for a long moment, finding it hard to let it go. To set it into the box along with everything else. "I am sorry this happened Angel." "I know Mari...I just...I'd like to be alone now please."
He curled up in his sleeping space with a heavy heart. This was not how his life was supposed to go. He knew he could leave he was more than old enough but he liked it here, and knew he was a help around here. But if he left he could have his Luchador stuff. But he'd be alone. He sighed again and tried to ignore the ache in his heart. He had some big choices to make. Stay and suppress his love of Luchador, his desire to become a Luchador...or leave, and follow his dreams. He could still help even if he left he knew. And well...maybe leaving would help more?
(531 words)
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Post by Lirilei on Feb 3, 2020 7:17:03 GMT -8
Broken
(Angel tries to adjust to not being allowed Luchador anything)
It had been several weeks now since all of this things had been confiscated and it left him feeling sort of empty and disconnected. Angel was a bit depressed not that he knew what that was, he just knew he wasn't terribly happy. Life felt dark and empty and boring. Oh sure he was still playing with the younger pokemon there at the orphanage trying to help them out and all but there was a spark missing in his eyes and voice. He went through the motions of the day without any of the passion he'd had before.
He was a shell of himself and it was worrying to those who ran the orphanage. Had they been too hard on the Hawlucha child they wondered quietly to one another. Perhaps, but they were going to stick by their decision. No matter how badly it was affecting Angel. After all he was just about old enough to leave and take care of himself if he didn't like their rules, that was their thoughts on the matter! If he didn't like it, he could go and follow his dreams.
Even the times he was in town, Angel's eyes strayed briefly towards the location of the fights...and then darted back away again quickly. He didn't want to disobey the Xatu's after all, and he was sure somehow they would know he'd glanced towards the arena, and that his heart yearned to go and see the excitement for himself. Not that looking at him would give that away, and they wouldn't try to read his thoughts in any case. It would be his words, and behavior that gave him away. Either way, that wouldn't end well for him he knew and so he continued on with being miserable, and yearning for what he was no longer allowed to have.
Still he couldn't help but read newspapers when he went into town though, trying to get as much information as he could. He listened to people talking about what they'd seen recently, their guesses as to who would win the next match, and of course the forbidden glimpses of it on televisions scattered throughout town. It wasn't the best way to get the information he desired but it was better than the nothing he otherwise had. Still he had to be careful not to be caught by anyone associated with the orphanage so he didn't anger anyone.
Angel made quiet plans every time he went into town, how he could start getting into Lucha, how he could find somewhere to train. He knew he'd need a job, a place to live...but he also needed to be bigger, be older. As a child he was super limited even though he did all he did to help out at the orphanage. He could only make so much money helping with random chores for people, mowing their lawns, walking their pets that sort of thing. Every little bit helped he knew, and he'd taken to not giving it all to the orphanage, and keeping some in his pockets for when it was time for him to leave. It was all he could think of to do after all.
(530 words)
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Post by Lirilei on Feb 3, 2020 7:17:25 GMT -8
Decisions
(Hard decisions are made for Angel)
Angel had finally rebounded for the most part from the Luchador ban that had been placed upon him several months before and he was working just as hard...no harder in fact...to help around the orphanage. He did all he could to bring in food, money and other items that were needed to support the pokemon that called the orphanage home.
However, little did he know the orphanage was having troubles. Serious trouble. They were having a hard time staying afloat, and one night after all the kids and Angel had gone to bed the Natu and Xatu put their heads together to discuss what could be done.
Angel had woken during this meeting unable to sleep and had stumbled across it and was trying to back away quietly so as not to disturb when his name came up causing him to pause.
"We need to address the issue with Angel. It is hard enough to care for the young ones and he is old enough to be out on his own now. For quite awhile. I know he helps out, and he is still welcome to do so...but he needs to not live here anymore. It's draining too many of our resources trying to feed and care for him as well." There was a murmur of agreements from many a few disagreements but in the end it was decided.
Angel would be told in the morning he needed to go. His eyes went wide at this news and he raced back to his room with a shudder coursing through him. He had to leave!? There was no where for him to go!
The idea of leaving scared him! He rubbed a hand over his face, and he went to the window and climbed out and began to flap his wings. It was something he'd not tried in all the years since his injury, never feeling comfortable with the idea of flying, worried he'd re-break something that had healed and he took flight, feeling a heaviness falling from him as he gave himself over to the long denied joy of flying. This was...amazing! Maybe he could find a new home tonight so he'd have some where to go come morning!
(369 words)
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Post by Lirilei on Feb 3, 2020 7:17:44 GMT -8
Night Flight
(Angel finds more than he bargains for)
Angel had been enjoying the flying though it was growing tiring as unused to the exertion of it as he was. Still it was freeing being up in the sky like he was, looking down at the ground. He was paying close attention to the area around the orphanage to see if he could find somewhere decent to call home and he found himself growing increasingly frustrated...and tired.
Finally he realized he'd need to go back and sleep and he turned in the sky and began the flight back to his room with a heavy heart. Maybe he'd have better luck in the day. As he got closer to the orphanage he saw a light in his window and his heart skipped a beat. Oh no! Someone discovered I'm gone! that was the thought running through his head as he got closer.
Once there he couldn't find anyone in his room though there was still a bright light in the form of something sitting on his bed. He sat cross legged on the bed and eyed the glowing thing a moment before reaching out to pick it up with both hands to examine it, only to feel a wave of exhaustion hit him. He'd have to look at it once he slept, he was so tired.
Angel stretched out and covered up, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.
(228 words)
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Post by Lirilei on Feb 3, 2020 7:18:20 GMT -8
You can stay
(Angel's growth response)
"Gregori hurry it's Angel." "What's wrong Mari?" the Xatu looked up from his work with a worried expression setting aside various expense reports and such that came along with the trials of running an orphanage and got to his feet following the concerned Natu with quick steps.
"Well...we don't know. Aya went to check on him and wake him for breakfast since he didn't join anyone..and I know we have that talk to have with him. When she went in well...."
The Natu fell silent as the door to Angel's room swung open and Gregori sucked in a sharp breath. A child!
Who was very much asleep in Angel's bed, and looked very odd for a human child. There was a cluster of birds around him, all orphanage workers trying to make heads or tail feathers out of the boy, when there was a yawn and a sleepy "Morning Gregori. Why is everyone in my room? Did it really take all of you to tell me I have to go?"
There was worried glances cast around. This boy knew Gregori....and knew Angel was to go but why? "Why is everyone looking at me like this? What's wrong?"
"Angel?" "Of course it's me Gregori, what's wrong!?"
In response he reached for the small mirror that sat on a table in Angel's room and held it out to him silently.
Curiously he reached for it, only to stop and blink as he spied his hand and turned it over and back a few times flexing his fingers. "W....what happened to me?" "We would like to know the same Angel." Gregori's heavily accented words filled the otherwise silent air.
"I went out flying for a bit last night after over hearing your plans to make me leave...I came back and there was a bright light in my room....and I remember going to sleep and then waking up like this." with shaking hands he took the mirror and looked his new face over in awe.
"I have...arms now?" "And wings Angel. They are on your back." he craned around and extended a wing a smile crossing his face. "This is cool!" "I am glad you think so. However now we have a larger issue to deal with. You cannot leave being a child....but you do not belong here either. You are one of them now. More human than pokemon though you...strangely...still resemble one of us."
Mari piped up then and Angel was relieved at her words. "We can't make him go Gregori, and just think of the help he'll be doing tasks we've struggled with all this time! No, he stays!" there was a chorus of agreement and the old Xatu bowed his head in acceptance. "So be it. I do not foresee this to be an easy journey for our orphanage, but we will get through it as La Familia. Family."
Angel felt more than a little relieved to know he still had a home, and more than a little excited about how he now looked. Maybe now...maybe now he could be a Luchador!
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Post by Lirilei on Feb 3, 2020 7:18:59 GMT -8
Level Up!
(Angel learns Flying Press)
Angel had been walking for some time now, he had been looking for a new place to live for some time now, not feeling comfortable at the pokemon orphanage any longer. While the Natu and Xatu swore he was a huge help to them as he was able to do things with more dexterity than they could thanks to his having hands, he still felt...different.
He was of course the only poke-human in the place, so it was no wonder he felt ostracized in a way. The younger pokemon there were uncertain of how to treat him and behave around him and it was leaving him sort of bitter. He was still banned from watching Luchador, or having any of his posters, and nick-knacks back. No they were all ensconced... he didn't know where. Maybe they had just been thrown out.
It was with this in mind that kept him from paying attention to where he was going, and why stumbled against a Servine that was busy trying to...well he wasn't sure what it was trying to do, but certainly not be run over by him! Of course the Servine attacked him and he quickly jumped out of the way. He wasn't entirely worried about being over powered, even with Vine Whip coming his way rapidly. He spun and his hand came down on the grass serpent, Karate Chop catching it across the arm, and surprising it a moment, a grin on Angels face as he cracked his knuckles slightly.
The grin was wiped off his face as Leaf Tornado enveloped him, causing him to throw his arms up to protect his face, a yelp of surprise from him, it'd been unexpected! He burst through the leaves, using Detect and Tackle in tandem, tackling the Servine before he was jumping back and flying up into the air a moment to get distance between them. He saw the vine whip coming at him again, and it connected with him before he could evade. It was a strange feeling he had then though, as if he was suddenly stronger, and he grinned a moment wings flapping hard before he was diving down towards the Servine, hitting it with his fists and wings to stun it, the knowledge for Flying Press suddenly just there and he figured he'd leveled up a little, which was a great feeling.
A few more attacks later and the Servine was running out of steam while Angel felt like he could have gone on awhile longer. Still when it decided enough was enough and turned tail to run, he didn't chase after it. No instead he perched up in a high branch feeling a little more at peace than he had in a few days. It had helped, the fight with the Servine, to siphon off some of his excess emotions and frustrations and he realized in that moment he couldn't give up on his dreams. He had to pursue them, no matter the cost or else he would be completely miserable.
508 words
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Post by Lirilei on Feb 3, 2020 7:19:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lirilei on Feb 3, 2020 7:19:41 GMT -8
Sleepy musings
His little detour to the festival had proved to be a rather entertaining thing, but it had also turned into a completely unexpected training opportunity and he found himself more than a little glad he had stopped, and played the games.
He rolled in his bed, gaze shifting from the dark wall to his ceiling as he thought back to his time there among the games. The game where he had to catch the fish with the flimsy paper net had taught him gentle patience so he could reach his end goal and not cause damage to things around him. In this case, the net and the fish. He had done well enough at it, and wondered if he could make a similar thing to train with on his own.
The game where he had to swing the mallet to hit as many as the popping up diglets as he possibly could in a limited amount of time was nothing but a sheer speed test! That had been so straight forward and fun. He was confident he could make up a similar training game for his own use as he find the time to sneak away. The bottle toss had perhaps been the most frustrating one of all, because no matter what he did it was hard to get those rings to actually land over the necks!
Angel inhaled a moment and exhaled, trying to think of what the lesson was he’d learned there. Oh! Maybe it was to teach me that no matter how hard you try sometimes, some things just will not happen. Will remain impossible to do, but that it doesn’t mean you should give up on accomplishing it anyhow. Perseverance! that made him feel a little better about that one when he thought of that game in this way.
The strength game…well that was another in your face one. How strong were you? He was nothing but a kid, not terribly strong and he wanted to grow stronger. It would be hard to make (and more importantly keep hidden!) such a machine around here but he knew he could work on getting stronger anyhow. He had been doing a lot of running, and push ups, and sit ups. He was noticing his childish body giving way to a leaner, taller, stronger body. He knew he was growing up, and growing strong. So he would have to adjust his routines to accommodate for that. Maybe he could start helping with some of the heavier chores. Though it might raise suspicions…
I know! I can find heavy rocks, and start carrying those around either by hand, or in baskets, or in bags on my back. I’ll get stronger yet! it seemed a good way to do it. The dart game. That one left him thinking again, and he rolled once more lost in thought. Hand to eye coordination. How to judge where my target is, compared to what might be in my hand. How to decide just how hard or soft to throw something, how far…yes that’s it!
A smile played over his face as he pulled his blanket up a little higher, a low yawn from him. Now that he’d worked out all these little details, and the purposes behind the games (as he saw them), he could rest easy, and get some sleep. Or at least attempt to get sleep. He had so many ideas bouncing around in his head he was sure he wouldn’t ever fall asleep. It took only minutes however till he was sound asleep, and quietly snoring. He had tentative plans of action he would be following up on soon!
608 words
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Post by Lirilei on Feb 3, 2020 7:19:53 GMT -8
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