Death Talk [Canaris]

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Death Talk [Canaris] Jun 11, 2012 11:31:40 GMT -5

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Post by erika on Jun 11, 2012 11:31:40 GMT -5

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[/style]Pokemon Tower. The final resting place of the spirits of innocent pokemon that had died and parted from this world. Erika had spent the larger portion of the morning in the tower honoring her departed pokemon. The pokemon that she’d spent her days with as a child had passed on. They were the pokemon of her parents, but she felt as though they wre her own. Her parents had not left their house in years, ever since Lux took control, so Erika was left to honor the pokemon of the family.

She didn’t mind the task, she even saw it as her duty. A beautiful lily was selected from the florist’s shop in Celadon and carefully transported to Lavender Town as the kimonoed Gym Leader traveled. After sharing her thoughts with the spirits of the pokemon, she placed it atop the stone marking her family’s pokemon tomb in the tower and bid the spirits farewell, hoping they would remain at peace despite the war. It was sad, really, to think that any day her own pokemon could join those that were departed, but Erika clung to the hope they would not.

The air of Lavender Town was heavy and gloomy. Truly, it was unnerving in the sense that it felt as though the mood of the town was always reflected in the weather – overcast gray skies that rarely let light through. And rain was also common. ”Oof!” Erika looked up as a drops of water fell onto her head. It appeared the weather was reflecting her thoughts. At least I have an umbrella. Unfolding the item immediately, she got it above her head just in time for the rain to pick up.
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❚ TAGS: Electric as Canaris
❚ NOTES: time to break Erika's innocence
❚ CREDITS: Ambassador Tanz [/style][/style][/style][/style]

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canaris

Death Talk [Canaris] Jul 1, 2012 18:57:23 GMT -5

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Post by canaris on Jul 1, 2012 18:57:23 GMT -5

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[atrb=width, 300px][atrb=valign, top][classy=white]Canaris's ratty eyes looked up at the enormous ebony tower. Rain pelted his black umbrella, and his three alert watchogs skittered after him, staying low to the ground, or checking their surroundings by rising on their hind legs. While there madly attentive eyes searched their surroundings for ghosts, Canaris was only aware of a throbbing numbness in this lake of mist. These slithering veils of water parted to as walked among the tombstones. Lavender town smelled like a forgotten death, a place where peace outwayed the wrath of the spirits. He was here to spit on the grave of his long-dead mankey.

He was a prisoner of death already, his face dressed in the blue of flesh in the cold, in the blue of surgeons gowns and the color of shadows in the snow. He yawned, his eyes shifting to a woman with dark hair and verdant kimono.

Tetnis, the Watchog, scurried to her feet, growling and making ready to claw at her skirt, when Canaris whistled. All three stood up on their hind legs and turned to look at him. "Isn't it nearly the curfew now, Ma'am?" A woman out this late? His eyes narrowed, "The dead can wait as long as you need."
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Death Talk [Canaris] Jul 5, 2012 17:30:31 GMT -5

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[/style]Erika nearly squead with surprise and near-fear when a relatively unfamiliar pokemon slithered into her view beneath her umbrella. It’s two-toned eyes flashed when it looked up at her and growled, forcing her to back up slightly, the edges of her umbrella brushing against the brick of the Pokemon Tower. It wasn’t the intimidating look of the pokemon on the ground glaring up at her that made her nervous, it was the fact she didn’t know what it was. Something was always scarier if it was a mystery.

Her heart almost jumped out of her chest when a whistle sounded. Her green eyes darted upward to look at the source of the source of the sound. She gained control of her breathing when the pokemon – there were apparently three of the same – all turned away from her, up on their hind legs in a most curious manner to pay attention to the man she assumed was their trainer. Erika swallowed nervously when he spoke, realizing he was right.

She’d spent more time than she realized in the Tower, and the gloomy weather of Lavender Town only coated the time of day like a mask. ”I...Is it?” she asked, stuttering momentarily. ”I suppose you must be right...I’m so sorry for not paying closer attention.” She bowed her head slightly, keeping her kimono pulled in with one hand. ”Please forgive my ignorance to the Town’s policies.”
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❚ TAGS: Electric as Canaris
❚ NOTES: --
❚ CREDITS: Ambassador Tanz [/style][/style][/style][/style]

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canaris

Death Talk [Canaris] Aug 13, 2012 16:35:37 GMT -5

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Post by canaris on Aug 13, 2012 16:35:37 GMT -5

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[atrb=width, 300px][atrb=valign, top][classy=white]A charming little smile broke on Canaris’s face and then disappeared in wells of sarcasm. His bony hand picked up a lock of Erika’s hair, letting it slide through his fingers. Such an innocent girl, but no LUX was exempt from scrutiny. ”Ignorance is hardly an excuse, ” he said softly, his suspicion blooming like a grotesque rose. His eyes shot like bats to the tower, and then, around the yard that surrounded them. ”Hmmm. You seem so innocent but many NOX hid under faces like yours. What were you doing all alone here? Meeting with someone?”
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Death Talk [Canaris] Aug 20, 2012 20:51:39 GMT -5

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Post by erika on Aug 20, 2012 20:51:39 GMT -5

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[/style]She stiffened slightly when he touched her hair, and attempted not to be caught on her own breath. W-who is he? she asked herself quietly, even her mental voiceshaking slightly with the fear she felt. Something about him made her feel deeply uncomfortable. She knew she shouldn’t judge someone based on a few slippery words and light actions, but she couldn’t help it. ”No sir...” she answered him quietly, trying to force her gaze to meet his after staying connected with the ground for so long. There was no luck...yet.

”I was paying respects to departed pokemon of the Tsubaki family.” Finally she managed to look up, connecting her emerald eyes with his. ”My parents – they’ve not left their city since the war started. They’re afraid Nox will harm them, so the duty has fallen on me.”

so the beautiful world,

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❚ TAGS: Electric as Canaris
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❚ CREDITS: Ambassador Tanz

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Post by erika on Jun 11, 2012 11:31:40 GMT -5

Post by canaris on Jul 1, 2012 18:57:23 GMT -5

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Post by erika on Aug 20, 2012 20:51:39 GMT -5