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Legend of the Chrystanigh (Semi-Literate)
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Pokémon RP → Legend of the Chrystanigh (Semi-Literate)"Er, well..." Bracken began, twiddling his fingers. "You were just so tense that I thought you needed to lighten up a bit. So I..." He flinched, realizing how stupid his explanation sounded. "...I hid to give you a little scare."
"So you tried to scare me in order to to get me to relax," his brother echoed, as if trying to grasp his logic. "Brilliant. Good to know that worked so well." He let out an exasperated sigh.
"Thyme, is... is everything alright?" Bracken asked, confused and nervous. He had never seen his brother lose his cool like this before.
"Of course everything's not alright!" Thyme nearly yelled. "I was worried sick! Mom left you as my responsibility and you just disappeared! And while you were busy goofing off-"
"I wasn't goofing off!" Bracken interjected. "I was looking for you! But then I ran into this Poochyena and-"
"WOULD YOU JUST LISTEN FOR A MOMENT?!" Thyme shouted. Bracken shrunk back, the sudden outburst killing the rest of his argument. His brother noticed his shock and took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. "While you were... gone, I searched the forest for you. I thought eventually that maybe you had gone back home, but when I got there, no one was there. It looked like no one had been there for several days." Thyme stopped and bit his lip. "Bracken... Mom's gone."
Bracken's mouth went dry, his mind filling with memories of his father leaving. "You... you don't know that," he stuttered. "Maybe she had to go do something and... and hasn't been able to get back yet."
"Maybe," his brother said, not sounding like he believed it for a second. "But think about it. She sends us out to 'get used to living without her' and then suddenly disappears. Seems a bit too convenient to me." Seeing that Bracken still didn't believe him, he sighed. "Look, just come back home and I'll show you."
Bracken looked back the way he had come, to where Lunaro and the other Pokemon were. He wanted to go back more than anything, but first he needed to see, needed to prove that Thyme was wrong. He turned back to Thyme and nodded. His brother took off through the tree branches, Bracken following in his wake.
No, please no... he thought, feeling the beginning of tears in his eyes. Not after what happened with Dad. Mom wouldn't go without saying goodbye...
Before he knew it, they arrived at their home. Several tree trunks had grown out at awkward angles from one base. Near the top, several branches were placed and overlapped in between the trunks, forming a crude but surprisingly sturdy platform in the middle. Bracken bolted ahead of Thyme, jumping on to the platform and looking around.
It was just as Thyme had said. Leaves were scattered about and what seemed to be the beginning of a bird's nest was nestled in a corner. Bracken forced himself to sit down. His mom had always been keen on keeping things clean, almost to an obsessive level. Even though it wasn't that messy, it was clear that she had not been there in a while.
Thyme came up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry I had tell you like this," he said.
Bracken didn't look up, the tears finally escaping his eyes and sliding down his face. "Why?" he asked. "Why would she leave us like this?"
"Maybe this was just her way of saying that we're old enough to handle ourselves," Thyme responded.
But Bracken wasn't satisfied with that explanation. "Without saying anything?" he cried, finally looking up at his brother. "Making it seem like we'll see her again. Just... just like Dad."
Thyme said nothing, leaving Bracken to look around his home again. He couldn't stay here, he realized. It just felt... too empty. He got up and turned around, walking away.
"Wait, where are you going?" Thyme asked.
"To some friends," Bracken said, stopping and sniffling a bit. "While I was looking for you, I ran into a Poochyena named Lunaro. She's the leader of a group called the Crystanigh and-"
"The Chrystanigh? But I thought they were gone..." Thyme interrupted.
Bracken looked back at his brother, confused. "How do you know about them?" he asked.
Thyme went silent for a moment before saying, "Some time before Dad left, I overheard him talking to Mom. He had heard about what had happened to the Chrystanigh and how they were completely wiped out. Mom... didn't want him to say anything to us; she seemed really upset."
Bracken blinked. So that was why he'd never heard of them before. But... why would his mom be so against telling him and Thyme anything about them? He shook his head. "Well, Lunaro is training whoever wants to try to become a Chrystanigh. Look!" He unlocked his Dragon type and tensed as the familiar burning returned. He didn't try to slow it down this time, knowing that the sooner it finished, the sooner the pain would go away.
Thyme watched in shock, his face losing color. "You... you joined them?" Before Bracken could respond, he went on. "Bracken, don't you know what will happen if somebody like that Tyranitar shows up again? They'll all be killed again and you'll be caught in the middle of it!"
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Bella watched as Lunaro worked with the Gallade and saw him changing. She went into Lunaro's head and said, "Crystanigh right. I've heard of you guys. Do you think I could join too? She went back to lying and swirl around n the air a bit before floating comfortably again. She made a bell noise out loud and said "And of course you could't sense me. I've been practicing not being noticed for all of my life.
"It doesn't matter how good intentioned she is," Thyme countered. "All it takes is one mistake, one person that slips under her radar and it's over. Power can be very attractive, Bracken. It could happen easier than you might think."
"Well, that doesn-" Bracken stopped, hearing something in the grass below. He went to the edge of the platform and looked over. "Crystal!" he said, spotting her. He jumped down, noticing that her eyes were a bit red. "Are you alright?"
Thyme turned to Crystal. "Look, I know I don't know you at all, but could you keep an eye on my brother for me? He's had a track record of doing stupid things."
"Hey, I'm not a little kid you know!" Bracken objected, his face growing hot. "I can take care of myself!"
"Yeah, you've shown that well enough," Thyme said, sticking his tongue out a little and punching him playfully in the arm.
Name: Uriel
Gender: Male
Species: Keldeo
Looks: He looks just like a Keldeo in Ordinary Form, just with a messier mane and tail. He also has a scar going down the side of his face.
Moves:
- Aqua Jet
- Double Kick
- BubbleBeam
- Take Down
Rank: Apprentice.
Desired Rank: Type Master, if he can.
Crush: Nope.
Mate:
Kin: No.
Personality: Uriel will dash in to help any Pokemon that's hurting, no matter how reckless it may be. He has a very black and white view on morality and is incredibly bitter towards anybody who abuses power to hurt others. He has a hard time forgiving and often holds grudges.
History: Uriel's parents were former Chrystanigh but, though he hung around with other members, he never officially joined. When the war started, his parents told him to flee back to their old home in the mountains. When he got there, though, he was forced out by Pokemon much stronger than him and ended up wandering the countryside.
Other: Steel.
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Bracken buried his face in his hands, feeling it burn even hotter than before. He'd been hoping to avoid bringing that up to Thyme. "Crystal!" he whined. "Why'd you have to go and tell him that?"
Thyme raised an eyebrow but thankfully didn't ask the details. "If you need me for any reason, Bracken, I'll be right here," he said. "Stay safe." With that, he climbed back up the tree and onto the platform.
Bracken stood there for a moment, looking up after where his brother had gone, before he turned back to Crystal. "We should probably start heading back," he said.
Lunaro put her back leg down, giving the Glameow a grin. "Of course I don't mind! Anyone is welcome to join." She stopped when Bella's voice entered her mind once more, and she let out a small snort. Her fur shifted into its megenta colour as the power of a Psychic type took hold once more. Well, that was quite a sneaky trick you've learned there. I'm impressed. But yes. You may join the Chrystanigh. Like I just said, all are welcome. She sent the telepathic message to the Latias, giving her a small, yet warm nod of approval. "I can assess you now, if you'd like to start as soon as possible." She said, directing her sentence both to Gliz and Bella.
(I'll add Uriel to the front. Keldeo is now unavailable.)
Bella smiled at her response and said to her. "All latias and Latios know have to go invisible and also how to change out appearance. She moved a little closer and waited for when Lunaro finished assessing Glitz.
Gender: Male
Species: Torchic
Looks: Just a normal torchic
Moves:
- Leer
- Focus Energy
- Scratch
- Ember
Rank: Apprentice.
Desired Rank: Second in command, if possible
Crush: No
Mate: No
Kin: Nope
Personality: Unknown
History: Unknown
Other: Rock, Steel, Psychic, Dragon, Grass
Bracken smiled at Crystal having fun in her Ghost form and wished he was used to his wings enough to fly. He knew better than to try, of course; if he had hurt himself trying to breathe fire, the results of trying to fly would be catastrophic. So he resorted to boring old walking.
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Though he spent the past few days recovering, Uriel still hurt all over. He knew he should stop to take a proper rest, but more than anything he wanted to get out of this forest. It left a bad taste in his mouth and reminded him of things he'd rather forget.
He stumbled a bit and forced himself to stop. He sighed; he wasn't gonna last long if he kept pushing himself like this, he realized. He looked around, trying to see if there was any place he could rest safely when he spotted movement through the trees. Wanting to make sure he didn't get blindsided by anything, he walked slowly over to get a closer look.
When he could finally tell what it was, Uriel blinked in surprise. A wispy Zoroa and a Treecko covered in scales with dragon wings? Wait a minute, he thought, quickly putting two and two together. Are those Chrystanigh? But didn't Arceus... He cut the thought off, not wanting to think about it. Not sure if he should come out, he observed the direction they were going and retreated a bit before heading in that direction as well.
If those two are Chrystanigh, that must mean somebody survived. he thought, driving himself onwards. He'd have to keep going just a little longer. If the Chrystanigh were still around, he'd have to see for himself.
"Are you two Chrystanigh?" he asked, taking a step forward. His leg shook, but he ignored it, trying to look as confident as the Zoroa was.