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James laughs softly and puffs.
"I am, Mari. Trust me, I am." He grumbles playfully, beetroot red, but flashes a good natured smile. Off to one side, just out of view it seemed, was a fairly large cup of water he'd brought with him and had been nursing for the past two hours. He takes a long drink before he manages to shuffle just enough to sit up.
"Hup-- I've got it, I think-"
The Arzuros promptly follows as best he can without really getting up. He's not fully grown yet, but he's still huge. James grunts just a little as the massive head is promptly flopped back into his crossed legs, and the Fanged Beast gets another pat on the head. One ear twitches happily.
"Its-- weird. Not bad weird though! And the fact you and your people have been nothing but welcoming is more than I ever could have hoped for. So, firstly, thank you. I don't know what I'd have done without everyone here. I'm just glad what I went through taught me how to do stuff like fish and hunt so I can help pitch in." He hums gently. "The monsters are amazing too. You really weren't kidding about how similar they are in a lot of ways to Pokemon."
A pang of homesickness. He'd find a way back, just like Mari had. Back to Jasmine, to Jade and his Pokemon.
"I have to remind myself that Armel isn't quite as smart, though. He understands me, but he's still-- well, an animal, y'know?" James smiles then. "-- He reminds me a lot of Ozzy, actually. Same big stupid face and tongue. I think that's why I latched onto him."
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Ken was, frankly, a bit young too young to be fighting a Nargacuaga.
Even at a glance from the skies, he was several dozen times too small for a hunter, shorter than his insect glaive and swamped by his Jaggi pelt clothes. Panting like hell and covered in bruises.
He was, in point of fact, eleven years old. Your average Jaggia was bigger than him.
Even the giant cat he was in a cowboy staredown with must've known this wasn't a fair fight.
The Nargacuaga launched a barrage of spikes about his own size at him. To which he most certainly did not shriek as he bolted away.
"Fine, fine, you can have it! Christ!"
Ken was almost as fuming mad as he was frightened. Why couldn't it go get it's own food!? That was his kill!
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"Hey!" It has been a few weeks since the Lagiacrus incident, and Mari is back on her feet and helping out at the docks near the edge of Kamura's Buddy Training Grounds. She watches as Nicole and Mizuno haul another net full of fish onto the dock, and she reaches out, a hand gripping the mesh to help usher their catch in with a heave. "You guys catch anything good today?"
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"Youse betcha. Mizuno is a natural a' this." If he isn't eating half of what they catch, of course. But right now he's being a good boy, carrying the weight of the fish on his back while Nicole tried to alleviate some of it with carrying a portion of the net. Needless to say, both of them are grateful for Mari's help. Ignoring the fact that both girl and monstie were soaked to the bone, a happy chirp from Mizuno and a friendly smile from Nicole.
"I'm jus' glad we found a way ta help an' make funds an' stuff. So we ain' in yer way, nor bummin' around tha village, ya know?"
#rathalascendant#༼ 🌟 open your messages! ༽#༼ 🌟 I capture my Monsters and Monsties in a different way! : Monster Hunter ༽
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The right hand was honestly just happy to be in warmer weather for the time being. He honestly loved visiting tropic places. He could swim so much easier and longer for that matter. He was used to frigid waters and other things. But there was just something about warmer waters he loved. They always seemed clearer to him for whatever reason. And the locals here seemed extra friendly. He hardly minded their touching as in his own tribe they showed affection through touch as well.
Some of the elders taking interest on his tattoos on his face and their meanings. But Hiccup on the other hand oh his poor husband Was suffering in this heat. He had retreated for the day to a rather shady spot on the beach where Toothless had taken to digging into the sand to bury himself.
Amber eyes looked upon Mari overlooking something further on the docks of her home. Never had he seen such a clear shot at the little snot. He watched his step. Made his footsteps as quiet as possible which deceived his very large form. He simply uses his foot and taps Mari's back with enough force to send her over the edge. Head first into the water as he looked down with a smirk on his face. "Ye looked 'ot lass. Should cool off aye?"
#rathalascendant#ic#❇▓◤AS CALM AS THE ROLLING WAVES: Interactions◥#//i thought about him tossing her#//but the idea of knocking her over also was funny to me too
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⟬ @rathalascendant / starter call ⟭
"You keep looking at the car," observed the journalist. "If there's something on your mind, you might as well say it. You don't have this kind of stuff where you're from, right?"
She encouraged Mari closer. "What do you wanna know?"
#rathalascendant#「 ( meryl ; ic ) 」#「 v. small and sassy and looking for a scoop ( meryl ; stampede ) 」
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At least, Francis mused, the fire would keep the majority of predators away - and the remainder probably weren't interested in tangling with a large and belligerent Congalala.
So that took care of that at least. But clearly his map was wrong, or else he was lost. Which, given he'd never actually been to Hakolo Island before, really did make sense. But then, why'd he get dumped off on the other end of the island?
He looked across the fire to the lounging Fanged Beast who was happily gorging herself on some mushrooms that ringed the area, crunching loud enough to rattle his ribs.
Oh. Right. Probably because of her.
Well, nobody said having a Congalala for a Monstie would be easy, as he'd learned over the past decade or so. Even if their unique way of defending themselves was mostly only done when threatened, they were still large Monsters who ate a lot, and that had to go somewhere.
Something cracks a branch behind him and he stands up, turning. Probably not a predator on the hunt - they weren't so clumsy - but it paid to be ready. He keeps one hand on his slung bow, and hears Kanna shift her bulk to sit up.
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Mari would awaken in a swirl of color. There were so many colors, as far as the eye could see. Oranges, blues, reds yellows greens browns magentas cyans, even colors Mari never saw before, mixing, melding, swirling together in every direction.
There was no ground beneath her, yet she wasn’t falling. She was floating through the rainbow void, slowly, to a bright light in the distance.
A Voice rang out.
“Hello!”
“I came all this way, just for you!”
“This is the portal to the world of Pokemon!”
“Before I can let you through, though, I’d like you to answer a few questions for me.”
“Are you ready? Then let’s begin!”
“What is your favorite way to relax?”
“What is a time of your life that you wish could have lasted longer?”
“What is one thing you wish was different about your world?”
“Would you strike a downed foe, let them limp away, or something else?”
“What does ‘legacy’ mean to you?”
“A former foe wishes to join forces with you. Do you let them?”
“A monster has just hatched, and people already want it gone. What do you do?”
“A monster speaks to you, loud and clear! How do you react?”
“What is something you miss?”
“What are monsties to you?”
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"You there! I will pay you handsomely if you fetch me one of those majestic eggs! I want one!" She's been eager to get her snatching little fingers on one for quite some time. A powerful one too! Alas, she is but a weak little octoling with a dream...
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⚔️ Closed starter for @rathalascendant ⚔️
The scene was every bit as grim and worrisome as the report had made it seem.
A disturbance in the woodlands nearby one of the many villages dotting the land. The ground quaked violently, the roars and calls of monsters in its depths rattling the trees as they struggled. Amidst the chaotic eruption of clashing sounds, someone swore they heard human voices shouting the clang of iron. Hunters? Trappers? It seemed a likely explanation for the disturbance. But when all had quieted and a few brave souls and their felyne companions had scraped up the nerve to venture out and see for themselves, they found... nothing.
The grass was disturbed and a few tress had been knocked down, marked with splintered holes where it seemed like something had been driven into the wood. The soil was pressed in smooth lines- too smooth. The heavy weight of a cage or a vehicle of some sort? There were obvious signs of a struggle as well. Claw marks on bark and on stones, flipped chunks of smashes materials like refined wood and metal scattered about, and some lingering smell of smoke from smoke bombs.
It certainly seemed like a poaching incident. But from who?
All that had been left behind was some sort of iron amulet with a strange symbol carved into it. The shape was odd, uncanny. Made of straight line that jutted out and ended abruptly, with the only clearly discernible shape being an eye in the center of the mess.
What could it mean?
#// hope this is okay!#// lemme know if you wanna turn this into a full t.hread#closed starter : now i escape to a world here with you#mutual : all of my best friends#rathalascendant#( v : monster hunter stories 2 )
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// @rathalascendant sent:
He didn't like being confined. To accommodate a large monstie, the researchers and medics of astera had cleared a space and created a makeshift tent to act as a temporary stable for Ratha. It was spacious enough, but past experience has taught Ratha that it was still a cage. And cages frightened him.
Thankfully, this time, they were doing their best to make it seem like it wasn't. He had a soft bed of hay, and his rider visited frequently and lay at his side when she could. Food and water was readily supplied. It seemed that in spite of everything, the commission was doing their best for the beast with the Wings of Ruin.
Tonight, a new visitor pushes past the tarp of his shelter. He can immediately tell that it isn't his rider—nevertheless, he shifts so that he can look at them from his place on the ground. Ah, the young hunter.
Said hunter was standing by the entrance of the tent, visibly unsure if he should approach or move any closer.
---- Walking cane in hand, Frosting shifts slightly as he observed Ratha. He finally came back from his original task that he was sent out to do, clothes dirtied by the forest floor and covered in various cuts and scrapes...
He didn't know why he made his way here of all places. One second he was at the canteen to get a snack on his way back to his room and the next he was... here. Frosting notes the broken wing, instantly taken by the guilt of what happened again. Even though he had time to calm down from the situation earlier, seeing the harm that was caused once more was enough to make him feel as horrible as he did then. While the medics had presumably no experience when it came to directly treating a monster, they were skilled and adaptable- they'll probably figure it out.
The hunter eventually takes a small step toward Ratha, watching for any sign of agitation or weariness before pulling out a paper wrapped sausage from his bag in offering.
"H-Hey," he starts, voice as soft and gentle as it could be. "I-- um... I brought you this from the canteen, if you'd like?"
#{ 🌟 } land of convergence (world)#{ 🍧 } graceful almaria (ic)#{ 💌 } Quest Listings (Asks)#rathalascendant
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@rathalascendant inquired – Ratha stares down at Airin with pleading eyes. Yes, it is a small tub, but he can fit! It looks warm and comfy and he wants to lay down. He chuffs at the felicid. Please let him lay beside him?
𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡? It's drip-dry, and in the perfect spot to allow the sun's heat to keep the metal warm. Airin thought, at worst, he'd be doused with water, but this... this is somehow a ruder awakening.
Airin gives a low, warbling growl in response. His tail flicks over the trough's base, yet he doesn't move. The reptile will probably squish him. Which is a fate is willing to accept if it means he can stand his ground. Thus, Airin's ears pin and he growls again to make his stance clear.
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Route 216, Sinnoh
The snow was beautiful today, as it was any other day. At the basin of Mt. Coronet, there was a small lodge that peacefully rested there. Snowbound Lodge used to be just a bed nothing else, but recent rumors have cropped up that someone had moved in after the old owner's disappearance.... No matter what, the rumors did state that the original offer of resting was still extended to those who visit.
And it was there that Professor Cherry had sent Mari and her friends. She recommended Mari to see Arceus, the creator of this world, and that the rumored woman in the Lodge would help her. So, it was through the light snow that Mari found herself...
Upon knocking, Mari would hear but a single word. "Coming," it said. Then, the only thing that could be heard for a moment was the snow coming down.
The door opened, and someone emerged. It was a woman, short in stature with white hair. If anything, she could be mistaken for a growing girl, though one statement was enough to dispel that possibility.
"Hello." She bowed. "Thanks for knocking. Welcome to the Snowbound Lodge. Here. Come in. Let's get you out of the cold." Heidi gestured Mari to come in and enter.
There was a warm bed along with a small kitchen area and sitting area. There was even a television and a computer nearby as well. It didn't seem to anyone else in the lodge for now, however.
"My name's Heidi. I'm the current owner of the lodge, but I don't come here all too often. Did you come here to rest a little? I can make some tea if you're still feeling cold."
She hadn't realized that who she was waiting for was right in front of her.
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Starter for @rathalascendant’s Crashing Wave (Mari)!
Under the cut for length!
It was a cold, windy, rainy afternoon; not too many cats were out and about, but Firestar was one of the few that wasn’t in his den. He was sitting just outside of it, speaking with Graystripe, his deputy and best friend.
“It’s been raining for days,” Graystripe complained, shaking his thick pelt to clear it of raindrops. “Aren’t you tired of it, too?”
Firestar, too, shook his shorter pelt. “I’m sure it’s worse for you because your fur’s so thick, but I’m not too bothered. I’m just glad for a change from blizzards.”
It was early Newleaf, and all the clan cats agreed they were glad to see Leafbare go once again.
Graystripe opened his mouth to reply, but suddenly Ashfur rushed into camp with Cloudtail and Brambleclaw. “Firestar! We’ve scented rouges on our border,” Ashfur panted. “We saw one of them, too- a pathetic creature, really. Almost looks like a drenched rat.”
Cloudtail’s once-fluffy white coat was sticking to his hefty body, making him look surprisingly small. “It’s true! They don’t smell like any rouges I know.”
Firestar brushed past the other tomcats. “I’ll deal with this. Brambleclaw, Graystripe, come with me. I want to settle this without a fight.”
So out of camp the three went, with Brambleclaw leading Graystripe and Firestar to the trail of rouge-scent.
They were led to a thick, large patch of tall grass, and Firestar smelled all sorts of different cat scents; signaling for his companions to stay behind him with his tail, he cautiously stepped just once towards the shelter.
“Who’s there?” he called over the rising wind. “We aren’t here to harm you. Whoever leads you, come out and speak with me.”
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@rathalascendant sent: 'Tail?' He felt they have known each other long enough to ask. Ratha is young and curious, and little does he know that he and the soul-half of the Chief of Berk share more than one thing in common. 'What is story?' Rumbles the adolescent beast, nostrils flaring.
The night fury watched as the bonded half of the small blue one rounded back towards his back end. He was quite accustomed to this by now as he watched nostrils flare as the tip of his fake fail snag gently on the tip of the others nose. 'Tail?' He mimics back as he carefully shifts to turn to look at the other. His tail rounding as he holds it up. Watching the red fin unfold as a sense of giddiness overwhelmed the dragon.
'Half of me make.' He was quite proud of the attacked fake fin on his tail as he happily shakes it as it folds and unfolds repeatedly. 'Half of me once injure , learn to be better. Half of me help fly.' In turn he brought Hiccup to the skies. To repay his kindness. At first he wanted nothing to use Hiccup's talents to be rid of him but after time spending with him he grew to care so much for his human. Half of him said such fun odd words but he knew they all came from a place of love and adoration now. He too loved Hiccup more than anything on this plane of existence.
The look across the night furies features spoke measures. He loved Hiccup. There was nothing he wouldn't do for his bonded half. 'Half of Me born of not me. But love as me.' Together there was nothing they wouldn't be able to accomplish and that he rather enjoyed that.
#rathalascendant#ic#ch; toothless#🔥▓◤AH YES. JUST ANOTHER DAY ON BERK: Interactions◥#🔥▓◤PEACE HAS BEEN MAINTAINED: Answered◥
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It had been a bit, honestly, since Kieran had seen a fresh face. He wasn’t, of course, familiar with everyone in Blueberry Academy — it was a big school, after all — but he’d at least seen most people around before. Of course, none of that mattered when he was home in Kitakami — he did, in fact, know pretty much everyone in Mossui, after all. On that note, he was definitely curious about the stranger he’d seen walking around — blue hair, definitely pretty. If he was going to approach her— well, it was likely going to be for a battle if she was a trainer, and she did have that look about her… he had to be tactful.
And honestly, tact wasn’t his strong suit. He was so awkward with people, especially strangers. When he wasn’t awkward, it was because he was acting obsessive — over power, that was a fun phase of his life. Gah.
He rubbed the sides of his head in frustration, throwing his head back. Better just to get it over with!
“Hey!” Finally, a bit of a shout— Was that rude? Oh well, “I’ve never seen you around here before. You a trainer?”
#ic. kieran#rathalascendant#rathalascendant. mari#if there’s anything you need me to change just let me know!#im excited to get this thread starteddd#mod don’t look
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It was a particularly troublesome day to have arrived in Lulucion. It was, as a matter of fact, the worst possible day to have arrived for the purpose that she had. There were few decisions worse to make than handing in the papers for Ken's rider card on this particular day.
Because on this particular day, a foreigner woman was putting up posters, which read that her child had been missing for almost three years. A child who had stolen a glaive and a jaggi uniform on his way out, had black hair, and answered to the name 'Ken'. It also erroneously claimed he answered to his surname, which Mari had just learned for this very paperwork and which he did not, 'Ichijouji'.
If one followed this brand new paper trail far enough, they would find the woman and her husband, not far from the layered armoursmith, publicly demonstrating the tension Ken's disappearance had put on their marriage.
"Dear, I brought us on this trip for you to forget about the anniversary-"
"Don't use that word! Don't remind me he ran away the same day of the year we lost Osamu...!" The woman's tone was more a desperate sob than reprimand, burying her face in her hands.
A long and awkward silence followed as the man's gaze was clearly drawn to the onlookers his wife's outburst commanded.
"...Sweetie. This needs to stop somewhere. He left-"
"He did not leave a suicide note! My nine year old baby did not-!"
"Ok, ok, ok-" And so the man drew his hysterical wife into a hug.
#ken aint here for any of this but fuck it i can write them#guest ; satoshi#guest ; akane#rathalascendant#kaiser of the ancestral steppe ; verse#tw suicide
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