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 Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2016 2:24 pm
Kaya has received a notification from his Master, Succellus, that the only other living Fairy Master aside from himself has died. He has requested that Kaya deliver a bouquet of flowers to the memorial service of the man who called himself the Goblin King. As such, in spite of himself, Kaya sent a message to his fellow Snagems. SNAG message My friends, humans, channelers and hybrids alike, I have been alerted to the passing of a Master. To any who wish to attend the memorial service, please meet me in the Pokemon Village in Kalos. Anyone who chose to come would find Kaya sitting by the entrance to the Winding Woods waiting. ((Thought I'd do a little something for a sort of memorial to David Bowie. Hope that's alright.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2016 3:57 pm
Sub would appear via Gardy right next to Kaya, the Gardevoir having been instructed to be on her very best behavior due to the current circumstances. After appearing the man didn't utter a word, instead he rested a hand on Kaya's shoulder and if and when he looked back greeted him with a faint smile.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2016 4:10 pm
RC would arrive not too long after. He would walk over to Kaya and place a claw on his shoulder. "We give you are condolences." he says, but his was rather strange, it had an echo to it, as if two were speaking as one.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2016 5:31 pm
Darts leans against a building in the background, watching the other Snagems gather. He hadn't given too much thought to how much time Teacher had left on this mortal plane, and the idea of the old man passing suddenly had really eluded any sort of concept he might have had about the subject. The gambler had always figured that he would fail out of the Dragon Clan way before he needed to worry about his sensei dying, but being confronted with a situation exactly the opposite of that was trying to the Giratina hybrid.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2016 5:44 pm
"Sorry for taking so long! Master took forever to get the flowers together." Stepping out of the Forest, Kaya's fellow student Derryn appeared, eyeballing the gathered Snagems. "Who are they?"
"Friends." Kaya replied simply, returning a small, sad smile to Sub and RC.
"Is anyone else coming?" Derryn asked, adjusting the large bundle of flowers in his arms. "I'm not sure. We should have someone stay here to guide anyone else that shows up." Kaya responded quietly.
"Don't be so glum. Jareth wouldn't want people being sad over him." Derryn said, laying a hand on his back in a gesture of kinship and support. "Well, let's get going." He said, turning and disappearing back into the forest. Clearly the weren't in the right place just now.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2016 5:53 pm
Requiem of Whyspers "Sorry for taking so long! Master took forever to get the flowers together." Stepping out of the Forest, Kaya's fellow student Derryn appeared, eyeballing the gathered Snagems. "Who are they?" "Friends." Kaya replied simply, returning a small, sad smile to Sub and RC. "Is anyone else coming?" Derryn asked, adjusting the large bundle of flowers in his arms. "I'm not sure. We should have someone stay here to guide anyone else that shows up." Kaya responded quietly. "Don't be so glum. Jareth wouldn't want people being sad over him." Derryn said, laying a hand on his back in a gesture of kinship and support. "Well, let's get going." He said, turning and disappearing back into the forest. Clearly they weren't in the right place just now. Darts shrugs and follows along into the Forest. Even as a novice to sensing chi, what he was feeling around himself in all directions was an overwhelming feeling of burning, poisonous destruction. It was an energy unlike any he had ever detected before, but its very resonance surrounded him with the feeling of outright oblivion. "What... is this place?" the gambler finally asks, forcing his legs to move one in front of the other despite his fear as the group moves deeper into the woods. He was very clearly nervous, his crest agitatedly moving back and forth to allow his ruby-red eyes to take in as much of their surroundings as possible. Going back was not an option, he told himself, mostly to keep himself going forwards.
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