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SS Atlas WIP 5 by Quarteon01
SS Atlas WIP 5
A little side project I made. I loved ships, especially ocean liners and steam ships from the old times. 

The SS Atlas is a fictional liner that was constructed around the 1930's. I based her off the RMS Queen Mary 1 and the SS Normandie, as you can see from her design. Both ships are one of my favorites classic liners. I originally intended the ship to be slightly shorter than the Queen Mary, but I ended up making her a bit longer instead. But since I made this not to scale, I'll leave the Atlas' actual size up for your interpretation. :D



WIP 1:Finished her hull and half of her super structure.

WIP 2: Added the railings and promenade deck. Finalized what would be her bow. 

WIP 3: Revised her hull shape and superstructure. Added the 'plate lines' and the Second Class Enclosed Promenade windows.

WIP 4: Added the windows on the Promenade Deck(A Deck), B Deck, and C Deck. Extended the aft of C Deck slightly. Modified the lower Second Class Promenade. Added the general structure of the Boat Deck, Bridge, and bits of the Sun Deck. Modified the fore portion of the B Deck.

WIP 5: Added lifeboats, added stairs, removed the portholes on B Deck for future editing, added some railings on the B Deck bow section, remodeled the 'Docking Deck' on the aft section of the B Deck, modified the Second Class Promenade windows on B Deck as well as remodeled the windows for the Promenade Cafe on the same deck, changed the Third Class Promenade windows on C Deck and added doors on the area, remodeled the First Class cabin windows on C Deck and re-positioned the doors to slightly fore, and added some prototype portholes on D and E Decks.
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     “Good morning! Can I get you anything?”

    “A packet of meatroot, please.”

    The Buizel nodded and turned to the Shinx that was manning the stock right behind the Guild stand. “Meetroots, one packet!” he hollered.

    “Coming!” replied Tor as he quickly took four squishly, dark maroon colored roots and stashed it into a large paper bag before giving it to Logan, who quickly sealed it.

    “Hey, thanks!” the Krokorok grinned widely before she walked away. Next in line was a fidgety looking female Charmeleon. Her eyes darted nervously left and right before they settled on the Buizel. “O-oh? I’ma s’pose the next one is me, then? Or...”

    Logan blinked. “Um, yeah, so... meatroot? Fleshcap?”

    “Them two will do. Yes.” She replied, twiddling her claws nervously.

    The Buizel nodded. “Alright. Meatroot and Fleshcap packet.” he told Tor, who quickly handed the said amount of food ingredient to the Buizel, who quickly handed it to the fire type.

    Grinning brightly, she received the package and whooped. “Thankies!” the fire shouted and darted off to the side. Logan got a quick glimpse of the rough, slightly tatty looking satchel that had the words “EZRA” scratched on the side.

    Her mood changed quickly...” Logan thought, blinking. Shaking his head, he quickly addressed the Garbite that had stood in line. “Hello, how can I help you?”

    Andalusst City’s Guilds have been so busy with the upcoming exploration lately that they had to call some more personnel to assist the Admins and Guild Leaders with preparations, resulting with several of the Guild Stands in the marketplace and the Distribution Centre abandoned. In order to keep things running, the Admins and their helpers tasked several new recruits to man the Food Stands and Spoostone distribution until they get the preparation done. It was quite the hassle, but Logan thought that he could get something done and paid accordingly. He got partnered with a rather odd looking Shinx.

    In a glance, Tor looked like any normal Shinx that had learned to stand on their hind legs and use their front paws as functional hands. On closer inspection, the electric type had some odd quirks that Logan couldn’t really tell. He was taller, much taller than the average Shinx, possessing a really impressive build that Logan hoped to achieve one day. Then, there’s his overall gait. His sharp electric yellow eyes looked far too calculating, as if he was analysing every single situation every single time. He also looked quite guarded around strangers, mostly frowning at them. Frankly, he looked a bit intimidating. Logan wondered how Tor would look like as a Luxio or even a Luxray. He probably will be the largest and scariest looking lion.

    “Hey, do you mind if we switch?” Logan asked when the customers finally dwindled down as it was close to lunch time.

    “Sure.” Tor shrugged, stretching his stiff back. “Why not?”

    The Buizel smiled. “Great. Well, I think we can close–“

    KKKRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrkkkkkk....

    “...oops.” A blush spread across the water type’s cheeks as he patted his empty stomach. “Ahahaha... I guess I shouldn’t have skipped breakfast...” he said sheepishly.

    Tor snorted. “You go and grab something to eat. I’ll guard the stand for now.”

    “Oh, you sure?”

    “Mhmm.” The Shinx nodded. “Don’t worry.  Now go on.”

    “Alright, thanks!” Logan nodded, quickly taking off the white apron he was wearing and left to find something to eat. Tor simply filled in the spot where Logan had stood and leaned on the counter, his eyes darting back and forth the quiet marketplace. Some Pokémon passed through the stand without a second glance. Only a trickle had asked for a meatroot or a fleshcap. Tor guessed that the Guilds should have distributed the food substitutes to almost every citizen in Andalusst by now. After all, they were not the only Guild Stand scattered across the Commercial District.

    “Well, you must be the angriest manchild I have seen... you’re still frowning for no reason.”

    Tor sighed inwardly and turned to the source of the voice. He knew a ‘mon that possessed that kind of snark. “Hello again, Houtarou.”

    “That frown is a good magnet. Keep it up.” The scrawny Luxio cocked his head as he rested his arms on the counter.

    “Just what are you trying to say?” Tor pursed his lips in annoyance.

    Houtarou blinked. “Do you enjoy torturing yourself with sour food? Hmm, well, those creases might become permanent.”

    The Shinx huffed, staring at the Luxio directly into his eyes. “Do you need anything? Anything at all?”

    A sigh escaped Houtarou’s lips. “I suppose.”

    “You suppose?”

    “A packet of fleshcap, thanks.”

    Tor rolled his eyes and took the said mushrooms and bagged them. “Here you go.”

    Arigatou.” was all Houta said before he left, leaving Tor grumbling under his breath. The Shinx eyed the retreating Luxio with a roll of his eyes. For a ‘mon that had barely knew him, he sure have a hell of a mouth. 

    Tor sighed and attempted to school his features as a Chespin came after him. He noted from the grass type’s build and the thickness of the natural armour that the grass type was soon to evolve. Speaking of evolution, his own didn’t seem to come fast enough, much to Tor’s annoyance. Well, no use complaining or brooding it over now. Perhaps he should just let his body work by itself.

    There were a couple more customers before Logan finally returned. “Well, you can go for your lunch now.” He said, sitting on the stool by the stock.

    “Nah,” Tor waved him off. “I’m good. Just had some snack a couple of hours ago.” He shrugged.

    Logan merely nodded before he noticed that a rather large group of ‘mons had gathered in front of the stall. Noticing that the Buizel had stood up, Tor turned around and faced their customers, only to have his face contorted into an unpleasant scowl.

    “Oh, it’s the runt.” The Infernape that stood to the side sneered when he noticed the electric type by the counter.

    “Oh, it’s the stupid ape that got his butt whooped.” Tor shot back in kind. The Flame Pokémon glowered.

    Logan looked between the two, and the evidently large Pokémon behind the Infernape with a frown. “Do you guys... need something?”

    A chuckle escaped the Infernape’s mouth. “Yes, we do need something. I’ll just be nice and ask you to hand the rest of your stock to my... little group. Heheh.”

    Tor folded his arms, now glaring openly. The Infernape’s group is anything but little. “And I’ll just be nice and tell you that you can’t have more than one per ‘mon.” he retorted adamantly.

    “I have about... 15 ‘mons in my group, so why don’t you just hand me your stock of Fleshcaps and we’ll call it even?” the Infernape grinned menacingly. “After all, there should be enough for those poor sods in town.”

    “Sorry.” Tor glared. “Not gonna happen. Now shoo before I kick your sorry ass like last time.”

    Logan blinked, watching the Infernape and some of the ‘mons in the fire type’s gang cringe slightly. So they had faced the Shinx before... wait. A small Shinx defeating a bunch of fully evolved ‘mon.... Tor must be stronger than he had thought.

    The Infernape managed a grin, albeit it looked quite feeble. “I figured you would say that...” he turned to a couple of tough looking ground and rock types; an Excadril and a Rhydon, who cracked their fists in a sort of intimidating way, “that’s why I bring backups. You two, go wild on the runt... I’ll deal with the weasel,” he grinned menacingly at Logan’s way, “while the rest of ya, feel free to raid.”  

    Just like that, chaos erupted.

    Logan jumped out of the way as the Infernape lunged at him, before sending a swipe of Mach Punch to his side. Someone in the crowd screamed as the Buizel managed to dodge just in time before he retaliated with punch to the Infenape’s stomach, sending him staggering a few feet back. His fist glowed with dark red aura of Power-Up Punch.

    “You’ve got some spunk, eh?” the fire type chuckled, rubbing the sore spot on his stomach gingerly. “No holding back then.” His fists were surrounded with flames and began to charge into the Buizel.

    As the crowd parted away, some shouting about calling the Royal Guards, Tor was making a quick work of the two large and bulky Ground types. He wouldn’t be able to use his electric moves, but he wouldn’t need them. Being smaller does have an advantage. The Shinx delivered quick, precision hooks and punches to the Excadrill, and aimed a powerful kick down the Rhydon’s hide while swiftly dodging their attacks. It seems that the Excadrill was the smarter of the two because he backed up while the armoured Pokémon stubbornly kept charging in. Growling, the Rhydon’s forehead drill started to spin and glowed bright with energy. Tor deftly avoided the Horn Drill and Double Kicked the dual Ground/Rock type’s back, sending him stumbling forward as he lost his balance and fell. Noticing the opening, the Excadrill went to utilize Mud Slap. Tor dodged the barrage of sticky mud before taking cover behind the upturned stand that had been knocked over when the fight broke up. His eyes widened when he realized that he had neglected the meat substitute in the fight. Mentally kicking himself, the Shinx crawled towards the ‘mons that had started raiding the meatroots and fleshcaps, but was stopped when a torrent of water suddenly appeared and flushed the remaining members of the gang away. Tor turned to Logan, knowing who had initiated the Surf and gave him a thumbs up. The Buizel didn’t have much time to grin before he had to dodge another Mach Punch from the Infernape, who looked crazed at the moment. The fire monkey was finally smacked back with a swift Aqua Tail. While the gang leader was disoriented from the water type move, Logan quickly went to assist Tor fending off his two opponents. He arrived just in time as the Excadrill charged with a Drill Run, hitting Tor full force. The Shinx was sent flying and crashed into the upturned stall.

    “You okay?” Logan’s arms slipped to the Shinx’s shoulder and helped the Pokémon up. Tor looked really banged up from the super effective attack. He was surprised that the Shinx managed to hold on despite the type disadvantage. Logan had thought that he was done for.

    “H-heh, yeah I’m fine.” Came the wobbly reply as Tor waved the Buizel off. He turned to look at his opponents. The Rhydon looked ready to collapse but was holding on, and the Excadrill wasn’t free from bruises and cuts too. “Mind helping me here?” he finally said. Logan nodded, and the electric type went to whisper.“Take out the Rhyhorn with your Aqua Tail. Make it as if you’re aiming for the Excadrill instead. I’ll deal with the drill mole.”

    When he was sure Logan got his message, Tor pulled himself up and went charging towards the Rhydon. He could see Logan’s tails surrounded with bright water-like energy as he locked on the Excadrill, running a few feet behind Tor. The drill horned ‘mon bent it’s body back, his horn glowing and spinning in an act to intercept the Buizel, while the Excadrill lunged with his drill-like claws enshrouded with energy, ready to strike down his opponent with Slash.

    Just as they were about to hit, Tor exclaimed, “Switch!” and Logan immediately skidded to a stop and whipped his energy charged tail towards the Rhydon. The Aqua Tail blasted the horned Pokémon off his feet, instant knock out. Tor on the other hand had jumped towards the Excadrill  and ultilized Double Kick with the remnant of his strength. The Subterrene Pokémon stumbled back, hissing in pain. But it would seem that he wasn’t done. Growling, he readied another attack with his claw-drills, and was about to skewer Tor through if not for the sudden, high pitched whistle broke through the air.

    Logan heard a curse coming from a certain Infernape. “Damnit! The Royal Guards!” he heard him exclaim through gritted teeth. “Run!”

    Tor slumped to the ground. “Freaking finally.” He breathed.

    As the Excadrill dashed past them, a burly Umbreon decked in black trench coat with a light green patterned scarf –Royal Guard colours– came running with a bunch of ‘mons clad in black and green were chasing after the retreating gang not far from Tor and Logan. The Dark type took a glance at the ruined stand and the clear signs of battle before he shook his head. A frown was marring his face. “Alright, identifications, or I’ll have to arrest you both.”

    Tor and Logan responded with taking their Guild badges from their vest and satchel respectively.

    “That will do.” The black furred canine nodded and turned to a Pansage who had come to his side. He glanced at Tor, who was still lying on the ground, visibly exhausted. “Take them to the Healers.”

    “Yes, sir.” the Grass Type answered before turning to face Tor and Logan. “Come with me– wait... why are you glowing?”

    “Huh?” Logan blinked and turned to look at himself. He was fine, albeit with a few bruises and scratches. No glowy stuff. Then, where did the light come from? Turning to look at his fellow Explorer, he found his answers.

    Tiny particles of light were streaming out of Tor’s body. The Shinx looked at his own form in shock before his face contorted into joy. “Finally!” he half laughed, half whopped as the light intensified, now streaming outwards in a shower of particles.

    “Um... you two better get back.” The Umbreon advised, pulling the Pansage back. Logan took a few steps back as the light intensified. His eyes widened as he saw an evolution process taking place in front of him.

    Tor’s form was completely surrounded with the bright light, which intensified by the second. Before long, Logan and the other two had to avert their gaze away as the evolution particles got too bright for their eyes. He could make out Tor’s hunched form in between his paw digits. The Shinx seemed to grow bigger and taller, but the blinding light made it hard for Logan to discern more. Though, he could hear the soft scream that came out from clenched teeth from the evolving electric type. According to Clyde and his adopted parents, evolution wasn’t a really pleasant experience.

    “Hoo boy, here it comes.” The Umbreon uttered before the light exploded outwards. Logan could feel the energy rippling through his fur for a whole minute before it disappeared. Blinking the lights out of his eyes, the Buizel turned to look at his now evolved errand partner.

    Tor still retained his above average height, standing around four feet eight. A short mess of spiky mane had grew around his head, framing his strong jaw quite nicely. It would seem that the evolution had enhanced his physical build. Logan noted, with wide eyes, that the Luxio had now sported an impressive musculature. Coupled with his height and sharp piercing yellow eyes, Tor now truly look intimidating. He still have the fluff around his neck which he possessed as a Shinx however.

    “Ugh... this is what I hate from evolving...” he heard Tor mutter. The Luxio was wobbling on his feet, seemingly quite disoriented. He blinked and said, “I evolved? Oh, new voice, and sharper fangs... just as I remembered.”

    Indeed, Tor’s voice had gotten a few pitches lower, and his canines were slightly more prominent. Sighing, the Umbreon Guard cleared his throat. “Well, that was unexpected... I think you should sit down for the time being, sir. Evolution is a tricky business.”

    Tor rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I noticed.”

    “Anyway, Fael here will fetch a Healer to look after you two.” The Umbreon continued. “I must check if my boys had caught the street gangs now.” He nodded at the Pansage, who returned the nod with a salute. “Well, best be on our way. Oh, and don’t worry about the mess. I’m sure your Guild will try and cover the expenses...”

    Logan nodded. It does sound possible.

    “Well, I best take my leave. Good day.” Nodding at the three, the Guard went to follow where the rest of the Guards had went to and quickly disappeared within the gathering crowd.

    “Erm, so....” turning around, Logan faced Tor with an odd, excited gleam in his eyes. “How did it feel? Does it hurt? Did you feel a rush of energy? Tell me!”

    Tor could only blink at the Buizel blankly.

    "Wat." 

Errand #12 - Distributions and an Awaited Arrival
Client: Teresa
Errand: #12
Date Issued: November 13, 2014
Date Due: November 18, 2014


-Team Stormfront Evolution Slip x1 Used! Tordon evolved into Luxio!
-Team Stormfront acquired x1 StarCoin!
-Team Aecor acquired x1 StarCoin!


Cameos:
-Houtarou Fueki © Setsuna-Senso
-Ezra the Charmeleon 
© Kingadee

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I was tagged by xDarkThunder 

RULE 1. You can only say Guilty or Innocent.


RULE 2. You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!

Now, here's what you're supposed to do... And please do not spoil the fun. Copy and paste this into your journal, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag 10 of your friends to answer this.  Then see what happens.

1. Asked someone to marry you?
Innocent

2. Kissed one of your friends?
Innocent

3. Danced on a table in a bar?
Innocent

4. Ever told a lie?
Guilty

5. Had feelings for someone whom you can't have?
Guilty

6. Ever kissed someone of the same sex?
Innocent

7. Kissed a picture?
Innocent

8. Slept in until 5 PM?
Innocent

9. Fallen asleep at work/school?
Innocent

10. Held a snake?
Innocent

11. Been suspended from school?
Innocent

12. Worked at a fast food chain/restaurant?
Innocent

13. Stolen something?
Guilty

14. Been fired from a job?
Innocent

15. Done something you regret
Guilty

16. Laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose?
Guilty

17. Caught a snowflake on your tongue?
Innocent

18. Kissed in the rain?
Innocent

19. Sat on a roof top?
Innocent

20. Kissed someone you shouldn't?
Innocent

21. Sang in the shower?
Guilty

22. Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?
Guilty

23. Shaved your head?
Innocent

24. Slept naked?
...Guilty 

25. Had a boxing MEMBERSHIP?
Innocent

26. Made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry
Innocent

27. Been in a band?
Innocent

28. Shot a gun?
Innocent

29. Donated Blood?
Innocent

30. Eaten alligator meat?
Innocent

31. Eaten cheesecake?
Guilty

32. Still love someone you shouldn't?
Guilty

33. Have/had a tattoo?
Innocent

34. Liked someone, but will never tell who?
Guilty

35. Been too honest?
Guilty

36. Ruined a surprise?
Guilty

37. Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you can't walk afterwards?
Innocent

38. Erased someone in your friends list?
Innocent

39. Dressed in a woman's clothes (if you're a guy) or man's clothes (if you're a girl)?
Innocent

40. Joined a pageant?
Innocent

41. Been told that you're handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said?
Innocent... I guess?

42. Still have communication w/ your ex?
Innocent

43. Cheated on someone?
Guilty

44. Get totally drunk one night and you have an important exam tomorrow morning?
Innocent

45. A total stranger treated you by PAYING your fare?
Innocent

46. Get totally angry that you cried so hard?
Innocent

47. Tried to stay away from someone for their own good?
Guilty

48. Thought about suicide?
Guilty

49. Thought about murder?
Innocent

50. How about Mass Murder?
Innocent

51. Rode in a stranger's vehicle?
Guilty

52. Stalked someone?
Innocent

53. Had a girlfriend/boyfriend
Innocent :p

Tag: None. You may or may not do this... silly thing. Whatever. XD

    Derek weighed his options.

    First, he could decline and spin out a lie on how he and Cael had some training to do. The only problem is, the Honedge would happily agree and make the lie into a reality… oh, and Darius would see through his lie of course. That Blaziken had a really unnerving ability to pass through every sort of falsifications and deceptions. The proof lies from the number of ‘honest’ salesmons that had either received a face full of the front door or a solid kick on their posterior.

    Second, he could just duck out and sneak away when Ardor tried to find him. Then again, the Quilava was an excellent tracker so playing hide and seek wouldn’t be a good idea.

    Third… he could just suck it up and go. Visiting a creepy Stonehenge-like structure in the middle of the night with a lot of ghostly activities around sounds like a piece of cake, right?

    If only Ghost types weren’t so creepy in the first place. Pure Ghost types, mind you.

    So here he was, sitting on the cold, damp grass with a snoozing Honedge lying on his shoulder. His back was stiff from leaning on the monolithic structure for hours. He didn’t know the exact time, but Derek guessed that it was well past midnight. Drawing a long sigh, the Chimchar rubbed his hands together, trying to get some warmth. The temperature around the Honehendge had dropped into uncomfortable levels, but not cold enough to rival Avalodge’s winter climate. Derek had read that whenever a large amount of ghosts gathered in a single place, they tend to make the air around them cold.

    The Honehenge was a hot spot for Ghost Types so there’s no wonder.

    A flicker of light from his peripheral vision caught the Chimchar’s attention. Turning around, he saw five giggling and laughing Litwicks hopping towards the edge of the stone structure. Their ghostly bluish purple flames danced and flickered around as they hopped, bathing the whole clearing in an ominous blue light. Their giggling didn’t help Derek’s nerves in the slightest.  He had been jump scared by a rather mischievous Gastly and a pair of over curious Misdreavuses. He got another shock in his life when a Duskull materialized right behind him, laughing hauntingly when it saw how white Derek’s face had been. These guys didn’t seem to know when to take a break.

     Needless to say, Derek jumped in both fright and surprise when a cold, freezing paw touched his shoulder.

    “GAH!

    “Sorry! Sorry!” the Pokémon quickly exclaimed, bringing his/her paws up. Derek exhaled loudly and gulped, while trying to calm his erratic heartbeat down. The Chimchar quickly identified the unknown ‘mon as a lone, male Buizel a few years older than him. Though, he’s quite short for a Buizel, as he matched Derek in height.

     “Can I help you?” the fire type finally asked, folding his arms around his shoulder.

    The Buizel rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Yeah... well... you’re on the Guild Errand right?”

    “Yeah...”

    The water type squirmed slightly under Derek’s unblinking gaze. “Well, can I join you for the moment, until the Ghost types appear.” He said the last part quickly.

    Derek blinked. “Oh, huh, well,” he shrugged and then said, “I don’t mind, really.” Honestly, he’s in desperate need of some companion instead of a practically useless Honedge who was blissfully sleeping away.

    A wide, grateful smile stretched across the Buizel’s face. He quickly settled right beside Derek and sat down before he turned to look at the longest Honedge he had ever seen in his life. “Is that one of the–“

    “No, he’s a friend of mine, who was supposed to accompany me in the look-out but he dozed off a few hours ago, out of bordeom.” replied Derek with an annoyed scowl. “Well, I’m Derek by the way. What’s yours?”

     “Logan.” He replied, taking a good look around the Honehenge. “You’re alone then... so, what about those ‘mons over there?”

    Turning his head to the direction that Logan had gestured, where a number of Pokémon were roaming around or conversing with each other. Derek shrugged. “Honehenge is quite huge, so the guild members agreed to divide the whole place into small ‘territories’.” He quoted the air, “So I took this part... and so far, no Ghost types had appeared, at least, not the ‘reborn’ ones if you know what I mean.”

    Logan nodded. “Huh…. So, how long have you been here?”

    “About three hours... I think.”

    Logan blinked. “Three... I see– Look! There!”

    Both Pokémon quickly spun around. Between the two identical stone slabs that stood a few feet from them, wisps of dark energy had gathered and swirled around, forming a dark purplish sphere of pulsing light. Logan quickly stood up and approached the ball tentatively; his arm rose as if to touch it. Before he could take five steps however, the dark energy dissipated into thin air, revealing a stout looking Haunter whose eyes were scrunched up as if in pain.

    “…hello?” the Buizel uttered uncertainly, not sure of how to approach a newly formed Ghost. Hell, the errand files didn’t even specify how to actually greet and calm a newly reborn Pokemon. The Haunter slowly opened its dark brown eyes and took in its surroundings in confusion.

    “W-what? Where...”

    From the voice alone, Derek identified the Gas Pokémon as a male. He quickly went to Logan’s side and offered his hand. “Hey... uh... welcome to Andalusst.” He said lamely, mentally kicking himself for not coming up with a more appropriate greeting.

    “Andalusst?” the Haunter stared at the Chimchar and Buizel duo, eyes furrowing in befuddlement. “But... that cannot be! I’m– I was... I– I was at the mines...” his voice trailed off, before he noticed his own floating claws and his eyes widened. It was as if the gravity of the situation had fell on him and the Haunter let out a bone chilling wail.

    “No… N-No! This cannot be!” Logan looked at the Haunter pityingly as he let out a sob. The ghost type had his claws on his face. “This.. this cannot be...” before he knew it, the Haunter had his claws clasped on Logan’s shoulders while his wide, terrified eyes stared into Logan’s green ones. “Tell me I’m dreaming! If-if not… d-did anyone else appear before me? Tell me!” he demanded. Logan cringed as the claws digged into his arm slightly. “Tell me! Please!”

    Derek was quick to react. “You’re hurting him! Calm down!” he pried the Haunter’s trembling hands off the water type. “Just calm down, take a deep breath, and tell us what you remember.” He said.

    It took a while, but the Ghost type finally settled his sobs into sniffles. He gazed sadly at the two young Pokémon in front of him. “P-perhaps... may I know your names first, lads?”

     “Ah, well, I’m Logan, and this is Derek.”

    The Haunter gave them an awkward sort of bow. Being a ghostly Pokémon with virtually no body, it looked like he was giving them a now. “At your service.... though I-I can’t seem to remember my name...” he trailed off. He shook his head and wiped his eyes.

     “Okay,well...” Derek coughed. “Why don’t you tell us what you remember? Best get it out of your system.” He ignored the look Logan was giving him. The Buizel thought that this was a bad idea.

     “Derek, I think we should–“

    The Haunter cut him off with a wave of his hand. “N-no... it’s fine...” he said, repressing the urge to let out another wail of sorrow. “W-well... what I remembered... is that me and my brother... with a nephew of mine... went to explore a large... a-abandoned mine or dungeon with several other ‘mons.” The images and memories were starting to come to him now, but they were hazy, sort of... veiled by something. “We went deeper and deeper and then... there was this... group of sorts.... and-and they start attacking... there was s-so much blood and bodies and... o-oh...” he clenched his eyes shut as a rather vivid image of a ‘mon he felt a close kinship with, getting skewered over. “L-lots of screaming...” he continued, “And then... cold... the rest were lost to me... they were lost! Why did I ever suggest that expedition in the first place?!” The Haunter was openly sobbing and wailing now as the last of the memories rushed through his head. “M-my brother... my nephew... a-all of them...”

    Tentatively, Derek reached out to pat the Haunter’s back. “Alright, alright. You don’t have to continue if you don’t want to.” He said.

     “That was the last thing I remembered.” The Haunter croaked.

     “S-so... that’s all?” Logan uttered. “Remember anything else?”

    The Ghost type shook his head.

    Derek sighed and nodded. “I guess that’s it... Hmm... Logan, can you take him to the team stationed at the square? The real guys will handle this.” He whispered whilst calming the Haunter down.

    Logan nodded and gently grabbed one of the Haunter’s claws. “Well, I’ll take you to the Healers and Response team, Mr. Haunter. They will take care of you.” He said.

     “A-alright.” He nodded slowly. His eyes drooped to the ground. “I’m really tired... and confused... but... thanks for your help lads.”

     “Anytime.” Derek gave the Ghost an encouraging smile.

    The Haunter let out a long sigh and followed Logan out from the mysterious stone circle. Derek saw him sway a few times, but the Dewott had kept him steady. He puffed out slowly and turned to the slab or rock where Cael had rested. The sword was still blissfully unaware of what had happened. Derek rolled his eyes.                              

    Before he could lie himself down on the grass however, a flash of light caught his eyes and he saw the same wisps of energy forming right in front of him. Groaning, the Fire type stretched his stiff back and waited until the ball dissipated. This is going to be along night.

Errand #11 - Ghostly Attendance
Client: Robin
Errand: #11
Date Issued: October 30, 2014
Date Due: November 3, 2014


Welp, I tried and failed to write a spooky-ish story, so I went to the humor path instead. This errand wasn't really suited for Derek at all. XD

Teams:
Stormfront
Aecor

Cameos:
Cael the Honedge © Quarteon01
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    Ramzi’s Tavern and Grill was packed with every sorts of Pokémon. Ardor had to crane his neck to spot the elusive and incredibly annoying Dewott within the crowd. To his irritation, he failed to discern the Water-type’s location and had thought that the Dewott was simply pulling a prank on him—a thought that occupied his mind for the past five hours.  

   “Can I help you, sir?”

   Ardor turned his attention to the Sandslash that had addressed him, clad in rich red and gold trimmed vest. The Quilava gulped down the small feeling of panic down his throat and spoke, “Er, yes. I’m with–”

   “Reservation under Sharpe, table for two, nine o’clock.”

   With a muffled groan, Ardor spun to meet the sea-green eyes of Fennec. The Dewott had an easy-going grin on his face as he patted the Fire-type’s shoulder. “I was wondering when you’d show up,” he said. “Got us a nice, comfy spot. You’ll like it.”

   “Here you go, sir.” The waiter took out a receipt and wrote something on the surface before he handed it to Fennec. “Table 6. A waitress will be right at you. Enjoy your dinner.”

   “We will.” Fennec nodded, slipping the receipt into his shirt pocket. “C’mon.” He grabbed Ardor’s paws and pulled the Quilava through the row of tables. 

    Ardor was tempted to crush the Dewott’s paw but refrained from doing so due to the number of looks he was getting from their fellow patrons.

   “Did this young chap lose his way?"

   ”I pity his date.”

   He had never felt so embarrassed and self-conscious in his life. He tugged on his simple white hoodie uncomfortably and focused on the back of Fennec’s head instead.

   Table 6 was located on the other side of the restaurant. It was propped on a semi-secluded corner decorated by vine-draped walls and intricately-carved wooden paneling depicting great trees and forests. The table itself was draped in maroon velvet cloth neatened up with Arranysan embroidery. 

   “You picked a nice place,” Ardor remarked, glancing around the restaurant which was decorated with Mediterranean finery as a Delcatty waitress came with a large bottle of wine and an ice bucket. “Must be pricey.”

   Fennec shrugged, rolling his neck as he observed the waitress pour him and Ardor some wine. "I'm someone with fine taste," he said, picking up the glass and sipping some of its contents. "What's the point of being well-off if I don't spend my dough on pricey pricey stuff? Can't say the same about you though." The Dewott furrowed his brows at Ardor's choice of attire. "You look like you're dressed for some jogging...and you turn up 30 minutes late. Where's your manners?"

   Ardor tugged at his simple hoodie as his face flushed slightly in embarrassment. "It's not like I know where this place is,” he murmured, thinking back to his uncharacteristic fussing over his wardrobe and the odd look Darius was giving him. The sleeveless white garment was the best possible option other than his dress robe –which was a no go. He really hated that formal attire. He eyed Fennec’s stylish, but casual black button-up shirt a little enviously. Shaking his head, he continued, “And did you even see the line outside? You just came out of nowhere as far as I know." The stoat turned to look at the waitress as she handed both of them a steaming bowl of soup.

   Chuckling, Fennec quipped, "For a Master, you don't seem to know every nook and cranny of this place like I expected you to. Maybe...I should lower my expectations." The glass in his hand was replaced with a napkin as he flicked it open and laid it on his lap. "You look out of place really."

   The glass of wine stopped halfway towards Ardor's mouth. He was now staring wide-eyed at the Dewott. Taking a deep, calming breath, he exhaled, "And how did you know that, pray tell?"

   "Don't look so shocked," Fennec returned with a bright smile. "Think some random Dewott would ask ya out just like that? You probably know everything about me, so why shouldn't I know everything about you?" He sampled his soup. "Mmm, delish."

    Closing his eyes, Ardor exhaled loudly through his nose. "Your reputation isn't too far off, Sharpe. Did you make it a habit to know your 'victims'—" he quoted the air, "—before you asked them out?"

   "Yup." He seemed rather nonplussed by the question, as if he had been asked that many times before. "But I'm taking a hiatus...so you don't have to worry about me thinking of poisoning your food."

   As if on cue, their waitress came back with a tray of exotic dishes.

   “That was fast...,” Ardor thought before his eyes focused on the tray, widening slightly as they registered an assortment of mezze, complete with yogurt and artichoke salad. "Whoa... wait. Did you order this on purpose?"

   “Better.” The Dewott popped a slice of köfte into his mouth, chewing it slowly to savour the taste. "I made it especially for you. Worked here as a part-timer so convincing the owner wasn't too difficult."

   Ardor blinked in surprise.  “You made these?” He found the notion to be quite far-fetched. Frowning in confusion, he picked up a stuffed Qualot berry and popped it into his mouth, letting out a satisfied sort of voice from his throat as he devoured the food. "You know, this is really good." he remarked, taking another piece. "I'm surprised, really... did you really cook these yourself?”

   Fennec simply rolled his eyes in response. “It's not big of a deal. I just taught myself to survive, that's all.” He propped his elbow on the table. “Cooking is only one of my many talents.”

   “Well, I know some of these are quite hard to make,” Ardor pointed out. “You really have one hell of a talent if you can prepare something like this as if it was nothing.”

   Peering at Ardor with a flat gaze, the Dewott huffed, “You give out praise too easily.” He picked some more of the food to his plate, but not much.

   “That praise happens to come from someone who lived in Fȳren for more than 17 years,” was Ardor’s flat reply. “Need I say more?”

   Fennec hummed flippantly. “Well, in any case, what do you do for a living?”

   Ardor opened his mouth.

   “Besides your primary job of course.”

   The Quilava raised his eyebrow and shrugged. “I joined the Hunters Guild as an apprentice, and have a part time job at the new dojo downtown.”

   Fennec’s muzzle pulled into a small smirk as he regarded Ardor mirthfully. “Is that all? You're not very good at hiding your assassin aura.”

   “For a wanted fugitive, you're not hiding yours very well either, Sharpe. Not worried that the Zigzagoon detective to sniff you out?” Ardor retorted, taking a souvlaki from the serving plate. “And what about your Lucario associate by the way? It has been a while since I saw him. I recall both of you were from the same organization.”

   “Technically speaking, most don't know that I exist.” Fennec smirked. “I can be a painter, a florist, an alchemist, anything you can think of. And I wasn't really trying to hide my identity as a former Reverse member. What's the point when it's all been destroyed?” The Water-type sampled a bit of his tarama and took another sip from his glass. “As for Noir, I haven't really revealed myself to him yet, but I will sooner or later. He was a great partner, particularly when it came to sex~” he giggled. “He'd pound me until I was sore, so, so sore~”

   Ardor had an odd look on his face. He blinked twice and shifted on his seat, giving the silver-haired Dewott an odd look. “I...see,” he coughed.

   “Is there a problem?” Fennec’s grin grew darker.

   “Well, no. It came as a surprise for me I guess.” Ardor shrugged, trying to get the notion of Fennec and Noir being together out of his mind. “Well, you sure aren't bothered by the fact most of the Royal Guards are still looking for you after your serial killing spree,” he uttered, lowering his tone slightly.

   A chuckle rumbled from the Water-type’s throat. “Like I said, I'm a Kecleon. That busybody Zigzagoon can't prove that I killed all those Pokémon.” He scoffed. “No one is going to miss them, now that their secrets have been exposed.” He paused as the waitress came back with the main dish and took the appetizer away. “Well, let’s eat for the time being. You don’t want to let the food grow cold would you?” Fennec said, digging his utensils into the meat.

   Rolling his eyes, Ardor cleared his plate and began to fill it with the new dish that had been laid out in front of them. He had to admit, Fennec’s cooking skills were beyond everything he could ever imagine. Soon, both plates were empty and the two Pokémon were drinking their wine in a satisfied silence.

   Gulping down his last glass of wine, Fennec draped his napkin over his plate and pushed his chair out. "Well, this has been fun," he voiced out, gesturing for the waitress who had been waiting for them.

   “How can I help you, sir?” she asked.

   “Yeah, can we have the bill?”

   The Delcatty nodded with a smile. “Certainly, sir.” Her onyx eyes lingered at Ardor, who was staring back at her with an eyebrow raised. “You have a really cute boyfriend by the way,” she teased as she flipped through her receipts.

   Ardor choked on his wine.

   “I do, don’t I?” Fennec replied cheekily, nodding at the bill before giving the Delcatty some Stars. “I’ll see you around then.”

    Ardor stared as the Dewott slowly made his way to the exit. Exhaling loudly, he quickly followed the Water-type into the streets outside. It was bare of any Pokémon, as it was close to midnight, but there were trickles of ‘mons here and there, mostly nocturnal ones. Ardor quickly fell into step with Fennec.

   “So, that's it then?” the Fire-type prodded. “You kissed me out of the blue, invited me to dinner without me having a say, and then just walk off like that?"

   Fennec shrugged, smiling at Ardor. "You don't seem to enjoy my company, so why should I make the effort?" he asked, tapping his foot.

   "You're the most confusing 'mon I've ever met," Ardor muttered, eyes twitching.

   "At least I'm special," Fennec chirped, leaning on a lamp post as he stopped. He puffed out some air his fingers before the Dewott queried, "Why are you licking your lips, hmm?"

   Ardor stopped what he was doing immediately. "It's a habit of mine," he admitted, feeling a little bit foolish. "I tend to do that at random."

   "Oo~ Mr. Master is lying~" Fennec giggled, grinning from ear to ear. "He actually likes my taste~"

   "I do not," Ardor retorted with a half-hearted glare.
   
   "Hmm..." With a single stride, Fennec devoured the distance between them, their breaths mingling. "That blush is not convincing me~"

   Ardor tried to inch his head away, but Fennec's sudden grip on his shoulders somehow froze him on the spot. "S-shut up." He attempted to intensify his glare, only to meet the otter's sea green eyes.

   Smirking from the reaction, Fennec poked his tongue out and moistened his lips, lowering his eyelids slightly. "You make my heart skip a beat as well," he uttered smoothly, leaning in and pressing their lips together as he hugged the Quilava closer.

   Freezing, again, for the third time of the day, Ardor's eyes shot wide open. His heart was beating hard against his ribcage as his brain tried to comprehend what was transpiring. His body on the other hand, seemed to have other ideas, as he found himself slowly, but hesitantly, returning the kiss.

   The Dewott tilted his head to deepen his canoodling, intertwining his fingers with Ardor's forepaw digits. He opted to take it slow, passing on prodding for entrance in favour of simply enjoying the feel of the Quilava's surprisingly soft lips on his. He eventually broke away, pressing his forehead against his new boyfriend's and tenderly peering into his eyes.

   "Nice to meet you, Ardor."

   Ardor simply flushed, an awkward smile colouring his features. “Y-you too, F-Fennec…”

Zanker Haus - Part 2
Part 1|Part 2

This little story here stems from the number of discussions and RPs I had with Senso ever since I joined PMDU. I had never imagined that one of my characters would be shipped with anyone, much less from one of the best writers in the group. Well, the ship had set sail, no turning back now. Well, read and tell me what you think. :)

NB: Thanks for Setsuna-Senso for proofreading this. :) (Smile)

Fennec Sharpe © Setsuna-Senso
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I'm a writer, but I also occasionally draw and sketch things, but I lacked the hardware and software to upload it here. My scanner is not good enough, and I only have my laptop and my mouse at disposal so.... I stick to writing.

Anyway, I have joined DeviantArt for 2 years. I've never been active until I joined PMDUnity. It sparked my interest seeing all these good writers there. I'm mostly in Fanfiction.net, but I got into a long writers block so... yeah. The group I joined really helped to lift my block somewhat.

I'm still learning in my writing. I have grammar issues, jumping at tenses occasionally. But I'm slowly correcting the habit. I might go and write a book someday. I have some random, but good ideas jumping around my head. Who knows?


Current Residence: My house...
Print preference: Perfect printing images
Favourite genre of music: Classical and Pop
Favourite style of art: Paintings and digital art
Operating System: Windows 8
MP3 player of choice: I don't have a MP3
Personal Quote: What the-?!
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I was tagged by xDarkThunder 

RULE 1. You can only say Guilty or Innocent.


RULE 2. You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!

Now, here's what you're supposed to do... And please do not spoil the fun. Copy and paste this into your journal, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag 10 of your friends to answer this.  Then see what happens.

1. Asked someone to marry you?
Innocent

2. Kissed one of your friends?
Innocent

3. Danced on a table in a bar?
Innocent

4. Ever told a lie?
Guilty

5. Had feelings for someone whom you can't have?
Guilty

6. Ever kissed someone of the same sex?
Innocent

7. Kissed a picture?
Innocent

8. Slept in until 5 PM?
Innocent

9. Fallen asleep at work/school?
Innocent

10. Held a snake?
Innocent

11. Been suspended from school?
Innocent

12. Worked at a fast food chain/restaurant?
Innocent

13. Stolen something?
Guilty

14. Been fired from a job?
Innocent

15. Done something you regret
Guilty

16. Laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose?
Guilty

17. Caught a snowflake on your tongue?
Innocent

18. Kissed in the rain?
Innocent

19. Sat on a roof top?
Innocent

20. Kissed someone you shouldn't?
Innocent

21. Sang in the shower?
Guilty

22. Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?
Guilty

23. Shaved your head?
Innocent

24. Slept naked?
...Guilty 

25. Had a boxing MEMBERSHIP?
Innocent

26. Made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry
Innocent

27. Been in a band?
Innocent

28. Shot a gun?
Innocent

29. Donated Blood?
Innocent

30. Eaten alligator meat?
Innocent

31. Eaten cheesecake?
Guilty

32. Still love someone you shouldn't?
Guilty

33. Have/had a tattoo?
Innocent

34. Liked someone, but will never tell who?
Guilty

35. Been too honest?
Guilty

36. Ruined a surprise?
Guilty

37. Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you can't walk afterwards?
Innocent

38. Erased someone in your friends list?
Innocent

39. Dressed in a woman's clothes (if you're a guy) or man's clothes (if you're a girl)?
Innocent

40. Joined a pageant?
Innocent

41. Been told that you're handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said?
Innocent... I guess?

42. Still have communication w/ your ex?
Innocent

43. Cheated on someone?
Guilty

44. Get totally drunk one night and you have an important exam tomorrow morning?
Innocent

45. A total stranger treated you by PAYING your fare?
Innocent

46. Get totally angry that you cried so hard?
Innocent

47. Tried to stay away from someone for their own good?
Guilty

48. Thought about suicide?
Guilty

49. Thought about murder?
Innocent

50. How about Mass Murder?
Innocent

51. Rode in a stranger's vehicle?
Guilty

52. Stalked someone?
Innocent

53. Had a girlfriend/boyfriend
Innocent :p

Tag: None. You may or may not do this... silly thing. Whatever. XD

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