Set in the original region of Arciel, Legends Rising is a route-inspired, but not strictly route-based, Pokemon roleplay. Pick a faction, pick a class, and strike out into the wild to take on the League, master Contest coordination, research the mysteries of Pokemon and Arciel, and much, much more. Will you be a classic trainer? A criminal? A farmer? Choose your destiny on Legends Rising.
'Oh no, excuse me.' Thought Ilma as an eager crowd bumped her around, 'Ah, no, I need to be going the other way.' Not a squeak left her voice as she nervously held onto Little Bear and wondered where this crowd was going. They were all dressed up in costumes, and oddly enough she blended right in.
Earlier today she was at the whims of an elderly woman who missed her family so much that she bought Ilma some new clothes for the season. Well, calling them clothes would be a stretch. It was a cozy and dark colored outfit, the black shawl was lined with dark gray fur, and had embroidered spider webs all over the outside. The long, thick skirt was no different. Pairing that with her messy hair, large brown eyes, and some light make up, the elderly woman had dressed her up as a forgotten and dusty doll. Not even Little Bear was left alone, as the old lady had given her a simple pull over of the same style.
Since Ilma was unable to voice against the strange gifts, she was carted around all day as a strange granny's plaything, and only managed to escape when the granny fell asleep after they ate together. But Ilma wasn't rude, no. She made sure to clean up as best she could, and left a small thank you note before leaving.
The crowd finally dispersed, freeing the delicate Ilma from their collective, unintentional grasp. She found herself in the middle of some event, a maze of some kind? She quickly found her way to a side wall away from the maze's entrance, and looked around timidly. "Teddi?" Little Bear questioned, looking up at the shivering Ilma in concern."We're lost.." She told her Teddiursa mentally, uncertain of what to do and shaking like a leaf in the wind because of it.
[attr="class","heart2text"] Keone took a deep breath as he headed up the stairs of the old manor, away from the crowd. He wasn't looking forward to what was supposed to be a spooky, possibly-actually-haunted maze. But he needed to prove to himself that he could handle it. That he could handle things in general on his own, or at the very least without Prem.
He'd dressed up for the ball as a Primarina, a bit of a depressing choice since he'd given Arial away, but he knew the Brionne would be happier with someone who could help him reach his potential as a performer. His teal hair, just a little greener than a real Primarina's, was pulled back with a pearly band, and his mask extended upward to include Primarina's crown. A white dress shirt with some ruffles and flared sleeves that imitated the shape of Primarina's flippers adorned his torso, and his lower half was covered by shimmering blue pants. White boots would have to suffice as the end of Primarina's tail. It was a nice blend of formal attire and costume, but when Keone had arrived at the dance, he found he didn't feel too much like dancing, so he'd headed up here, with his just-over-3-foot-tall Trevenant, Acorn, at his side.
Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Keone spotted a girl looking shaken near the maze entrance. Frowning in concern, he approached. "Ah, hey there. Are you okay?" He looked between her and the door. "Did you get too scared to go in the maze alone? If so maybe we could go together?" He'd intended to go alone, but helping someone in need was noble too, right?
"Ah, hey there. Are you okay? Did you get too scared to go in the maze alone? If so maybe we could go together?"
Oh no, this wasn't good. While the stranger meant well, she didn't want to burden him in whatever situation she's gotten herself in. What was this maze? Was it safe? What if it was dark? If it was dark, then sign language nor writing would be possible.
Little Bear looked between Ilma and the stranger, and thought it'd be a good idea to encourage the two to talk more. "Teddi!" She said, nodding an answer to the strangers questions.
Ilma was forced out of her thought spiral by Little Bear's voice and sprung into action. While her teddiursa clung to her torso, Ilma brought out a small notepad and a pen and wrote, "Can't speak. Do you know sign language, or can I try something?" It was vague, but it was the most she could muster. She'd be an anxious mess on the ground if it wasn't for Little Bear, and was thankful that she was here to help.
It's been a while since Ilma had tried to talk to anyone using her telepathy, so she wasn't as good as she used to be. But if he was curious enough to let her try, maybe his mind would be open enough to hear her.
Not that it would be any easier on her emotionally. But if Little Bear wants her to talk to the stranger, then she will try her best. Or at least the best she can do right now.
[attr="class","heart2text"] The girl looked almost panicked. Startled he guessed would be a better word? Keone worried he'd done something wrong, but then she quickly scrambled for a notepad and began scribbling something down. Hm? He waited, and read it once presented. "Oh! I'm sorry." So she was mute? Now he felt bad. "I um... I know most of the alphabet in sign, but that'd probably take forever. N-not that I'd mind! I just wouldn't wanna inconvenience you or anything." He realized there was a second part to that writing, though.
He blinked, a little curious. "What is it you wanna try though? ...I mean, go ahead, whatever it is. It's probably easier to show me than write down an explanation yeah?" He could always ask her to stop if whatever it was was weird or something, but he couldn't imagine what might warrant that?
He actually knew some sign? It wasn't enough for a conversation, but hearing the fact that he had taken time out to learn even a little bit made Ilma smile warmly. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. She looked down at Little Bear, who was back in her arms comfortably and holding on to her notepad and pen for her.
While she wasn't sure if this was enough warning for his mind to open to her, she was willing to try. If he was willing to sign slowly to make her feel comfortable, the least she could to is try her telepathy in return. "H-Hello? Can you.. you hear me? My name is Ilma.." Despite telepathy not requiring any vocal cords, her mental voice was still soft and stuttery, "and this is Little Bear.." she finished, thankful for her courage allowing her to try an introduction along with seeing if his mind was open.
She was nervous, yes, but eager to learn if this was a good way of communicating. Hopefully he was okay with it, and didn't start to resent her for not speaking normally.. She tried to keep her approach gentle, just in case he could hear her.
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