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An Xlocke Journey 9Friday, May 11th, 4095
It’s been overcast all morning and sitting here now, with my coat spread out against the dew and Pazu resting beside me, I can appreciate the designs of the gardens. The rising warmth has set up a lovely mist along the grass and painted everything with lines of damp.
Pazu’s been having a great time, so far. Apart from the combee, he’s begun to tumble around with the wild ‘mons and try what he’s picked up from Zira. He can’t move the way she can, of course, so tumble is… a very apt word for it, especially since his ‘opponents’ seem to be treating it as a game, but he’s doing well. The skitty in particular seem to like him. The silly creature kept up his ongoing pattern and found our newest teammate, in fact, just shortly after we left Santalune.
I’d been holding Regi while Zira skimmed the flowerbeds, rooting around for opponents, when he’d tugged at my knee and proudly presented
An Xlocke Journey 8Evening of the 10th
After getting lunch for everyone, I ran into a curious person today. I hadn’t even realized she was in the region, although we had to have been in the Centre together at some point. She’d been sitting at the same Café I’d visited with Trevor, her team arranged loosely around her to the obviously worsening opinion of the waitress, when I plopped myself down across from her.
“Fancy seeing you here.” She’d looked startled, and then started laughing. The froakie at her feet just stared, head tilted at a judging angle.
“Kri! I was going to ambush you! What are you doing here?””
“I could say the same to you. I thought you were in Johto!” And so we exchanged stories, mine perfectly reasonable, I felt, and hers growing more ridiculous at each stage.
I haven’t seen Sam in ages, not since probably Unova two or three years ago, where we ran into each other while I was working in Castelia.
An Xlocke Journey 7Thursday, May 10th, 4095
We did it. She did it.
That crazy bird went absolutely nuts in there, barely holding still long enough for a Potion between battles, and very nearly wrung her own neck against that Cursed Surskit of Viola’s. While she was quick enough to finish it, I was forced to risk healing her of Bubble’s damage while the Vivillon sprang onto the field. It was pure luck that Infestation did not decimate what little health she had recovered.
I would’ve thought a badge would be larger for all that, somehow.
Still, I could barely speak in the aftermath, and while that might’ve been more to do with balancing my way across ropes strung over a netted pit than Zira’s success, I wasn’t tempted to ruin the moment.
She did it all herself, with barely a command.
I pinned the little medal to my sweater with all the ceremony I could manage as Viola looked on, camera half raised in an apparently subconscious manner. She resisted the im
An Xlocke Journey 6Tuesday, May 8th, 4095
I was up and feeding my team when Calem entered the Centre, looking haggard, and rushed straight to the counter. Without any preamble he had pushed his ‘balls forward, and by then I had wandered close enough to grab for him when his knees abruptly gave out. He looked surprised to see me, but then, he looked so tired it was hard to even tell. With another girl coming over to help support his other side, we guided him to a bench in the lobby and sat him down.
“What happened?” I had demanded, unconsciously parroting Trevor’s very tone. Seeing his distress, my Pazu had followed me over, leaving the other two to eat, and tugged then at his pant leg.
“Gym.” Was his short response as he picked up my partner, immediately finding the sweet spot beneath his chin and setting the ‘mon to wiggling. Despite his small smile, I was worried. I sat next to him. After a while, he swallowed and found the words to continue.
An Xlocke Journey 5Evening of the 7th
It has been a rather curious, exhausting day.
The commons were thankfully empty when I screamed myself awake, tossing the offending weight from my chest and trying to escape the twisted confines of my blankets with what I was told, as the Nurse poorly hid a grin, was a spectacular noise. I mourned the slices in my shirt when I finally got free, having not thought to pack a /sewing kit/ of all things, as that fluffed up little monster strutted around, hissing horribly and completely destroying the edge of my cot.
For a little thing no more than a foot tall, Zira has no lack of stupid bravery. I’m just glad she didn’t catch my skin, too, in trying to wake me. I already have to wear my second set of clothes until I can get the mud washed from the first.
I had to pay for the damages from my limited savings, of course, which left me in a rather sour mood by the time I was changed, packed, and fit to pick up Regi. I received only an occupied ‘ba
An Xlocke Journey 4Monday, May 7th, 4095
Encompassing the events of the 6th
I thought either I missed the others, or Trevor had said something and they’d gone ahead without me. The only one I encountered was Calem, who passed along my portion of the ‘balls he’d already given out to the others (a gift for them all from his parents, seemingly), before going off on his own. Once alone, I let Pazu out.
It seems to be an uncommon thing in Kalos, and most other regions, but I envy how free the people of Johto are about interacting with their partners. I want to be friends as well as a trainer, trusted and not obeyed blindly. It doesn’t hurt, either, that if something were to happen… well, it’s easier for a ‘mon to react when they’re out and see it than to need releasing first.
People of Kanto might not agree to all Johto practices, but this is a rather practical one. And if I’m anything, it’s practical.
The route between Aquacorde and Santa
An Xlocke Journey 3Sunday, May 6th, 4095
I woke to find both the letter and ‘ball gone, and a cadence of hushed voices rising from downstairs.
Although my clock had protested that it was not even 6 and I should sleep longer, I swapped out of my PJs and inched down the stairs. I was not surprised to see mom at the table, Flick on her shoulder and a mug of coffee at hand, but spotting Trevor across from her gave us both a start.
He had looked down, sheepish in his puffy sweatshirt, and slid a trim looking device across the table towards me with an apology towards forgetfulness. I didn’t touch it. I know it wasn’t kind, but I was ticked that he’d had the nerve to wake mom and spill everything, when I hardly even knew him. He had no right to push my choice. I let him flounder until he was red in the face, and sat without a word, looking straight at mom.
Bless it if she doesn’t know my moods as well as her own, and took pity on the boy. Soon it was just us in the kitche
An Xlocke Journey 2Evening of the 5th
I keep reminding myself to start at the beginning, to organize my thoughts effectively before putting them to paper, because that’s the whole point in keeping a journal. But, Curse it if today makes that almost impossible! The best I can do is walk through it, and if events bleed over, then so be it.
I was in the middle of unpacking my clothes when mom called up that we had visitors, so I was less than elegant when I descended to see two people my own age standing amidst the avalanche that served as the living room. It sits like a photograph in my mind, every detail blazed into memory.
The guy had his back to me, looking at a picture I assume mom had put up before tackling the kitchen, so I focussed my attention on the girl, who awkwardly perched on the edge of tote. She wore a pretty dress and had her wavy brown hair up in pigtails and pushed back behind her ears, but her face looked young, more like a child’s. It lit up immediately as she intr
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