smash_logs | herei come snep run over your pokmens

Who: Kieran, Captain Falcon, the medbay squad, and YOU
What: Some idiot deer gets hit by a car and proceeds to moron it up all over the joint.
Where: Directly outside the school, then in the infirmary, then EVERYWHERE
When: Thursday, March 8
Warnings: Deer Xing

What was this place?

Kieran had never before left the comforting embrace of the forest. To see the trees entirely absent, replaced by these strange, perfectly rectangular... caves? It was... disquieting. The paths were full of those peculiar two-legged creatures, casting him odd stares and jostling against him as they hurried to wherever their destination was. It was so different from the forest in every single way... a part of Kieran couldn't help but wonder if someone he had wandered right out of the mortal realm entirely. It was starting to make him nervous; he felt oddly exposed without the cover of the trees all around him.

He... he needed to get out of here. Wherever this was, he wasn't ready for it. He pushed his way out of the crowded sidewalk, bounded out into the road. His hooves scrabbled for purchase on the oddly smooth surface, but if there was one thing Kieran could do, it was run.

[OOC: I am setting aside a thread for WHUMP, CARFACE and also one for the infirmary. For the rest of the log, Kieran will be exploring this wondrous magical place called the school. Feel free to post your character anywhere -- cafeteria, dorms, in the shower -- and Kieran will just... butt on in to say hello.]

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[Vinnie sighed, sensing the discomfort such an idea was giving the wild Pokemon. As a Bulbasaur, he would've felt similarly - but some less than gentle lessons had already taught him the way of things in the land of man a long time ago. It was all he could really do to explain, and hope Kieran understood.]

Things're different, once you're outside the land of true forest. The people who live here don't see the plants as their, uh, mother. [Which was a little embarrassing to say knowing that Celebi herself was on campus.] They're more like children.

People plant a seed and nurture it themselves, rather than leavin' growth to the Cycle. In return for that care, they receive the fruit.

It might seem wrong, but this is what most've'em do. It's how they wanna protect'em.

Edited 2012-03-12 13:17 (UTC)

I'm not at all sure how to feel about that, Vinnie!

[While it's definitely a nice thing to want to nurture the plants, the Cycle itself is a Very Big Deal for creatures like Sawsbuck. Captivity and ownership would be difficult enough concepts as is without the addition of overriding nature's will. Reluctantly, he takes the Cheri berry, though he still doesn't look too convinced.]

Thank you for the gift. If that's the law of this place, then I'll touch nothing else in the Sacred Grove.

There's a lot these people do that're backwards. You don't have t'like it - I mean, I sure has hell don't like a lot've it - but y'gotta understand that they don't see things the same as us. An' we're in their land, so...

[For lack of anything else he could offer, Vinnie shrugged. He'd been among humans for too long to truly see nature as an all-powerful will anymore. Certainly, the forest and the cycle remained incredibly important to him, but he'd seen how easily the will of selfish, destructive humans could overtake his home. The green that remained on this earth, it seemed, only remained by the grace of humankind. It could just as easily be taken away.

This whole reminder of his wild days was beginning to instill a bitter nostalgia in the Venusaur. A sadness was beginning to show on his face.]

You're always welcome in here, though. It's... pretty nice havin' someone born of the forest around.

I've missed it.

[He definitely intends to yield to the rules of the gods -- he wouldn't be much of a Sawsbuck if he couldn't adapt, would he? But then again, Kieran couldn't help wondering if this was something where the right thing to do is refuse to change? A funny conundrum. One more thing to solve over his journey year.

He takes his time with this Cheri berry, trying balance making it last and not dripping that delicious juice all over the place. It was easier to think with something to eat, and Vinnie had given him plenty to think about.]

Why not go back? If I can cross from the forest to this realm, then it should work the other way around, shouldn't it?

[It was a thought that had certainly crossed the Venusaur's mind in his darker moments, but not one he contemplated seriously ever since his return. He had responsibilities in his Garden, yes, but nothing at the moment so dire that he could pull himself from his team. As much as Kieran may have believed him to be winter-hearted, he still wasn't convinced that he was ready to be that sentinel just yet.]

If there's one thing 'bout Venusaurs, it's that when we got something we care for, we don't leave easy. We don't migrate like your guys do either. I got a Garden t'go back to, yeah, but there's people here that're important t'me.

Family. Debts... and friends. [He mustered up a smile for the Sawsbuck.] I hope y'don't mind me thinkin' of you as a friend, too.

[His herd's here and the forest is over there? Somehow, the two concepts had always been mutually inclusive for Kieran. He had to respect Vinnie for being able to keep the two in balance; that had to be a sterling example of the flexibility Sawsbucks prized, after all.]

I'd be glad to call you friend. It's just as much comfort for me to know I'm not the only child of the forest here.

[Brace yourself, Vinnie. You've had deerface sniffing you out already, now it's time for the inverse: Kieran leans in and abruptly nuzzles Vinnie. Okay, scent glands don't transfer to well to a human form, but it's a gesture he's done often enough that it's just second nature.]

[Hello nuzzles! Now, Vinnie wasn't so humanized that he thought this was a strange act - and in fact, he even nuzzled back a little himself. Regardless of whether they wore their Pokemon forms, they were still Pokemon, after all. Kieran could borrow some of l'eau de Venusaur on top of his own cedar scent until his flowers came in. Vinnie had plenty to spare.]

If y'ever need help with anything, lemme know. Just cuz you set out alone doesn't mean you gotta stay that way.

[And now they are both a lovely mix of cedar and floralplosion. This might actually smell kind of weird, depending on how Venuflowers are meant to smell.]

You've already been a great help to me! Maybe there is one more thing you could do for me, though.

[Who knows, it's an eternal mystery. A mystery of smells.

Vinnie nodded, willing to hear out Kieran's request.]

What's that?

Don't look so sad when we speak of the forest! A mother doesn't mind waiting for her children.

[Ah. That was unexpected. Vinnie chuckled, doing the best he could to keep his sadness at bay for Kieran. If anything he was smiling for the Sawsbuck's endearing earnestness, rather than actual thoughts of home. But it was something, at least.]

It doesn't change the fact that I miss her though. And I worry 'bout her health.

...But I'll try.

Endure a little longer, sentinel. Nothing's more resilient than the forest! She'll still be there.

[Or so he believed, anyway. Why should someone who's never left the heart of the forest think otherwise, right?]

[Why indeed. Vinnie hoped Kieran would never have to learn otherwise. At the very least, he didn't want to be the one to shatter that illusion right now.]

Some things can be strong an' fragile at the same time... But yeah.

Thanks.

herei come snep run over your pokmens

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