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Noelle Holiday ([personal profile] holidaygirl1225) wrote in [community profile] bottlecaplogs2025-09-05 08:27 am

Noelle's September Quest Ho-ho-home [Catch-All]

Who: Noelle & Shoka, Archnemon, Bigby
What: Quests! (Scholastic Decisions, No Pain No Grain, A Dour Struggle)
Where: Icefall Lake, around Death Blood Murder Skull Town, the woods
When: Mid/Late September
Warnings: Pokemon battling (violence/injury), potential references to death/disassociation
telewarped: (Don't sweat it)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-09-06 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
Based on what she'd heard about Noelle's dream, Shoka might have guessed that she would have more of a dislike for the cold. Instead, it's just the opposite; Noelle is in her element in the snow, prancing around without a care in the world. But maybe Shoka shouldn't be so surprised. After all, her name is Noelle Holiday.

Watching her, Shoka can't help but laugh. "Dork..."

She and Noelle make for a rather unprofessional-looking pair of bodyguards, especially beside the silent, serious sentinel that is Aegislash, but Aegislash doesn't seem to mind, and Shoka wouldn't have it any other way.

Eventually, however, the cold worsens—to the point that Shoka notices Noelle shivering, try as she might to hide it.

"Aw, what's this?" teases Shoka, shuffling over the surface of the snow toward Noelle. "No more frolicking left in you?"

She's drawn something out of her satchel: a length of thick, white fabric. With a free hand, she motions for Noelle to approach her.

"C'mere for a sec."
telewarped: (Share all of what came true)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-09-09 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
Unthinkingly, Shoka tosses the bolt of fabric (which might have been originally intended for use as a blanket for a small Pokémon) up onto Noelle's back, drawing it loosely around her like a shawl—and then, seeing (what she mistakes for) fear in Noelle's posture, stiffens.

Oh—right. Noelle is an easily spooked deer and Shoka is an accursed, killer ghost. Obviously she should be keeping her distance and especially keeping her claws to herself. Her bad.

"What?" she hisses, suddenly defensive. "I—just know you're still getting used to the whole no hands thing, so..." Her eyes briefly dart away... and then return to the blanket. "Ugh, just stay still, okay?"

After a moment of fiddling with the fabric, she manages to tie it off around Noelle's neck, comfortably warm and snug. With that done, she shuffles backward in a huff and scans their vicinity for Aegislash—more for an excuse to look at something other than Noelle than out of worry. Fortunately, Aegislash is taking notes of some kind and is paying them no mind.

"There. How's that?"
telewarped: (All the little things)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-09-13 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Shoka seems pleased with that answer, judging by the way her tone softens (and also the way that her wooden tail gives a single, subtle wag from left to right, then back again).

"Eh, the cold doesn't really bother me much... Just a Ghost thing, I guess. Nothing colder than the grave, am I right, Aegislash?"

"Hm?" says the other Ghost-type, lifting their single eye from their notes. There's a soft, tinny chuckle. "Ah, yes, quite right. However, mine own Steel-typing does also shield me from these conditions."

"Oh. Right..." Shoka's not Steel-typing might explain why she isn't completely immune to being cold, then (as evidenced by that one time Noelle nearly froze her over). "Anyways, I'm good for now, thanks. I've got another on standby in case it gets worse. I brought that one for you."

They'll both need to be bundled up soon, if the weather is anything like it was the last time Shoka ventured through this area.

"I... kinda thought the snow would freak you out a bit more," Shoka says as they continue onward. "I mean, considering..."

Considering that dream Noelle kept talking about. Sensing that might be pushing a boundary, however, Shoka trails off without saying it.

"Never mind."
telewarped: (The shroud encroaches ever closer)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-09-15 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Shoka is quiet as Noelle speaks. She isn't expecting nearly so detailed or serious an answer (Okay, I didn't ask for your life story, she might have joked, if she didn't immediately sense that this was something important), but she figures she should appreciate it after springing a question like that on Noelle, whether she told Noelle to ignore her afterward or not.

The words last snow day make her heart sink. She... really shouldn't have asked that, should she? Her and her big mouth.

When she's finished, as she often does, Noelle immediately tries to diminish it. Shoka scoffs.

"Yeah, I'm not doing that," she counters before adding, more gently, "Thanks. For telling me."

It feels like she understands Noelle a little more now. Still she has to grapple around her mind for a moment to find something helpful to say.

"I'm glad it doesn't. Freak you out, I mean..." She breathes out a laugh, willing the atmosphere to lighten. "If it did, then getting this quest done would be a hell of a lot harder."

She's glad for that and definitely no other reason. Definitely not because seeing Noelle frolic around in the snow like that made her laugh. Not at all.

Snow swirls between them; the cold is growing more biting by the minute. Shoka considers getting out her own cloak, but opts to put it off a bit longer in favor of asking another brazen question.

"What... happened to her? Your sister." Quickly, she adds, "If it's okay to ask."
Edited 2025-09-15 16:29 (UTC)
telewarped: (The shroud encroaches ever closer)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-09-22 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
Far from a tactile person, Shoka doesn't dare reach out to Noelle, but she does shuffle a little closer, watching the changes in her expression and posture carefully. Noelle's still trying to smile, of course, even after all that.

"Geez," Shoka eventually manages. "That's... a lot."

A short silence, then, occupied only by the whistling of the wind.

"I'm... glad you do. Trust me, I mean." Whether that's a good choice or not. "But—seriously, don't feel like you have to talk about it, if it's too much. It's... really none of my business. I probably shouldn't've even asked..."

It's not like she can offer any actual help, after all, but she still wanted to know anyway—to understand Noelle a bit better, maybe, or because she got the feeling that this is one of those things Noelle keeps bottled up, lest it make anyone uncomfortable or upset. She wonders if there was anyone else Noelle also trusted enough to talk about it with.

"But if you think it would help, to talk about it..." she rambles on, trying to be gentle. "I don't mind listening. Whenever." Doesn't have to be now, is the unsaid. They're out on a quest in the cold, after all, and accompanied by a third who could overhear them at any moment (although, if Aegislash has heard any of this, they've kept that fact politely to themself). "Sounds like you haven't really been able to talk about it much."
telewarped: (Like a coma)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-09-23 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Honestly? Nothing really sounds crazy to me anymore."

It sounds like those in Noelle's world had absolutely nothing to go off of. Maybe the chances are slim, but if she, Noelle, and so many others found themselves suddenly dragged away from their homes and into an entirely different world, why not Dess, too?

"If you think there might be a chance, then I believe you. And I'll help you look, obviously."

Even if she has no idea where to start yet. But Noelle said they found something that day, didn't she?

"Anything specific I should be... I dunno, keeping an eye out for?"
telewarped: (Do you want to simply share)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-10-06 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Y'know, there's a difference between 'really nice' and 'not completely heartless'... Did you already forget that we're on the same team? You don't have to deal with this on your own—and I kinda owe you anyways. I'm with you, whatever happens."

Really nice or not, she seems to realize belatedly how soft and earnest her voice sounds, saying that last part. To hide any show of embarrassment, she draws her own cloak out of her satchel and ducks under it (never mind that she suddenly feels more warm than cold in this moment).

(It's made from the same white material as the one she gave Noelle. They do match after all.)

"A-anyways... You said before that you found something, on the day it happened. What was it?"