holidaygirl1225: (laugh it off)
Noelle Holiday ([personal profile] holidaygirl1225) wrote in [community profile] bottlecaplogs2025-08-04 10:09 pm

[Closed] Quest: Play Nice

Who: Noelle & Shoka
What: Looking for Pokemon to recruit
Where: The Middle Forest
When: Mid/Late August
Warnings: Pokemon battling (violence/injury), likely references to death and disassociation

Come follow me into the dark
[It's Noelle's first trip into the Middle Forest, and she can't imagine how horrible it was before the fog receded. Even now, a light haze blocks most sunlight and she keeps tripping over bones that litter the ground. Every time she comes across one, she can't help but freeze in terror, stopping their progress completely.

Be brave, she keeps telling herself. Shoka is with you. But there's a sense of unease that won't go away, a perpetual chill that tells her she's making another mistake.

It's Noelle's first trip into the Middle Forest, but she doesn't feel like it is. Logically, she knows she's never been here. But in her heart, she feels as if she's ventured into the dark unknown beyond the boundaries of her 'normal' world once and never been the same for it.

After almost tripping off a cliff, Noelle opts to stay close to Shoka. How funny of her to cling to something arguably more scary than a little fog and old bones. But Shoka is... the good kind of scary.
]

S-sorry if I'm slowing you down. This must be nothing to you, fahaha...

[... It's Noelle's first trip into the Middle Forest, and she's glad she's not alone.]

telewarped: (One little thing)

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[personal profile] telewarped 2025-08-14 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Generally blasé about her own death, Shoka doesn't mind being asked about it. She expects it, really, after she mentioned it to Noelle so casually in their first meeting.

That last sentence is less expected. It isn't her first time hearing it, but it settles in her mind differently now than it did in the times before—jarringly, wrongly. It makes her think of Firepaw, lost in a deep sleep, and of savage claws tearing into flesh. Well, that makes one of us, she thinks but doesn't say.]


Thanks...

[Noelle is already beside her, ready to continue on, but Shoka remains stationary, lifting her eyes to meet Noelle's.]

... Listen. You don't—