bamfsecretary: "Nemo" by Nightwish (Default)
What has it been, a year and... eight months? Well, seven. And yet I have aged three years in that time. {A sigh.} It’s good to know that this place makes as little sense as ever.

. . .

Tell me Johto, Kanto, have you ever heard the Legend of Tanabata? It is an old tale, and like all good stories, contains both love and heartbreak. It seems to be a particularly favoured theme, to be quite honest, as it pops up again and again throughout the myths and legends of all cultures. {She smiles, and she looks at peace, contented.} It’s my birthday today – well, not just mine. Crow Hogan, I hope you have a wonderful day, and that you enjoy your presents.

One hundred and forty years... It sounds impossibly old, doesn’t it? Ah, but I am so young compared to some of my colleagues back home. Happy Tanabata, everyone.

{She can be found wandering around Saffron today, just chilling and enjoying the lovely weather.}
bamfsecretary: (☆ ☼ and rene decartes was a drunken fart)
Non-IC cut for length! )

{When the feed clicks back on, there's a tiny little blue and red elephant calf cuddling up to Nanao, eating berries right out of her hand. Nanao is smiling like all her Christmases have come at once.}

I suppose all's well that ends well, little Hannibal.

{She (yes, she) stops eating long enough to let out the squeakiest trumpet, and then resumes eating. And that's where the feed clicks off for the second, and final time.}
bamfsecretary: (☆ ♔ the last endeavour)
//text

Envy, Tulio, Miguel, Rangiku Matsumoto, France, China, England, Cooper.

Toushirou Hitsugaya, Marona, Souji Seta, Minato Arisato, Crow Hogan, Heather Mason, Yosuke Hanahjdvsfgkrdb;'lnhuioxfg


{Some may be surprised by this text popping up on their 'Gears. Others, curious.}

{And then the feed changes abruptly to Video}


-ssandra! Don't do that, and oh dear. {That voice... it may sound quite familiar to some. At first, the only thing visible in the feed is a rather disorientated Natu, but fingers soon grasp and right the 'Gear again, and Nanao's face comes into view. She chuckles in a long-suffering fashion when she sees that it's recording.}

Drat. And here I was hoping that Johto would have ignored - or at least, lessened - my bad luck with this place. It would have been a kindness... {She trails off, and her expression changes to one more thoughtful. Those who knew her before might be able to notice that she looks a little older, perhaps a little careworn. It isn't a big change, but it's there all the same.} ...then again, I suppose returning here is a kindness in and of itself.

{And the Natu, which has slowly been regaining her sense of balance, attempts to hop up her sleeve and onto her shoulder! .....and fails miserably, falling and knocking the 'Gear out of Nanao's hands in the process, ending the feed.}

//action

{Nanao can be found wandering around New Bark Town, and chances are, she'll probably approach your character if they look particularly lost!}
bamfsecretary: (☆ ♔ the last endeavour)
{When the feed clicks on, there's a Happiny peering into the camera, and she picks it up, squeaking something.}

Hmm? What have you got there, Yamato?

{Happiny-cam moves, and what looks to be a room stuffed to the brim with items appears. There's a guitar case leaning against a rainbow stack of folded woollen items, bookshelves, and a wide shelf with dozens upon dozens of eggs upon it. Nanao herself is standing at a massive table, tailor's chalk and scissors in hand.}

Oh, you've got the 'Gear. Well, maybe you should put that down, dear. I'm a bit busy, and those eggs need checking up on.

{Yamato squeaks in delight, and drops the 'Gear, speeding over to the egg shelf as fast as her stubby little legs can carry her. Nanao walks over and picks it up, chuckling under her breath.}

Well, at least she's enthusiastic. {The feed ends there.}

{OOC: The offer for Christmas eggs is still open, if anyone is interested! Apart from that, have a lovely Christmas!
bamfsecretary: (☆ ☂ saying turn it down!)
Where on earth have I ended up this time? {Have one rather annoyed Shinigami staring at her surroudings of rock and snow in bewilderment.} I had completely forgotten about this... glitch, for want of a better word.

Glitch? 
Where in God's good name am I?

{She freezes, and slowly turns to look behind herself. There's a small girl with black hair, and oversized glasses, and a woman dressed in Victorian clothes, who looks to be close to Nanao's height. Actually, she's exactly Nanao's height.}

No... This can't be - how is this happening?!

E-excuse me, Miss Vicecaptain, but where are we?
And who are you, anyway?

{She blanches, and stumbles back a few steps. When she speaks, her voice is weak, and trembling.} Y-you're in Johto. And... you're both me.

{OOC: Yes I am indeed aware that this post is the latest of the late, but the idea wouldn't leave me. In case you were wondering, the girl and the woman are Nanao as a child Shinigami and her human self, respectively.}
bamfsecretary: (☆ ☼ sorry for party rocking~)
//video
{Hello, Johto! Today you have a rather philosophical Nanao popping up on your 'Gears.}

I have a question for you, fellow inhabitants of Johto. What does Christmas mean to you?

//action
{Since it's a lovely sunny Sunday, Nanao is out and about and indulging in what looks to be retail therapy at most of the stores in Goldenrod. Interact Y/N?}
bamfsecretary: (☎ ☂ the black and the blue)
//action - Solas Fide Bungalow

cut for prose )

//text - locked to half of Johto France, Ken Hidaka, Souji, Yosuke, Rise, Atsuro, Envy, Tulio, Marona, Hitsugaya, Matsumoto, Byakuya, Otacon, Miguel, Shelly de Killer, Crow, Kaito, Gaga, Professor Layton, England, Cruz, and Cooper

So. It seems I can walk again. {Yep. Short, sweet, and to the point.}
bamfsecretary: "Nemo" by Nightwish (!guiding)
//video/action

{When the feed clicks on, a few final-sounding notes of piano music rise up into the air, and we have a lovely view of... the carpet?!}

It is a beautiful piano, but...

-You cannot afford it, right?- {Nanao laughs mournfully, and the picture moves from staring at the carpet to one that shows Goldenrod's small but well-stocked music store. The salesman is leaning on a beautiful grand piano, on whose keys Nanao's gloved fingers still rest.}

You have that right. Apart from the price, I'm pretty sure that it would take up most of the space in the room I intend to put it in. {Reverently, she runs her fingers over the top of it, and sighs.} I don't suppose you have an upright, do you?

-You're in luck. We've just received one from Kanto, actually. Would you like to try it out?- {She nods, and he gestures over, the camera following the movement to reveal... a humble-looking polished wood upright piano. Nanao's voice sounds from out of frame.}

May I? {The salesman must have nodded, because she makes a delighted noise, and wheels over, carefully negotiating her way through the close-stacked piles of sheet music and recorders. She lifts the lid, and looks over her shoulder one last time, before she sets her fingers to the keys and begins to play. Tentative at first, she exhales and starts to lose herself in the music. There's no known notes to guide her, no carefully annotated sheet music, just herself and the piano and her memories.}

{The sheer sound cascades from her fingers out into the store, filling it with melody and joy and melancholy all at once, and it seems to be over all too soon, and she's left leaning over the keys, the last remnants of the sound fading slowly into the air, and she smiles.}


I'll take it.

//text, private to Hitsugaya Toushirou

I know Hyourinmaru vanished when Hinamori-san vanished, but Shiryuu needs a better trainer than I - and she's much calmer than Golduck-san.


{ooc: Feel free to bump into Nanao if you're in and around Goldenrod! You might even see her trundling through the streets of Goldenrod with a piano hovering behind her. There's an Alakazam sitting on top of the piano, which may or may not explain things.}
bamfsecretary: "Nemo" by Nightwish (!unsure)
 {This feed today is brought to you by Ghostly Balloons Inc, and showcases a lovely sunlight-filled room, with a daybed positioned near the open windows, where a faint breeze ruffles the curtains gently. As Drifloon-san is blown gently to the other side of the room, the figures lying on the bed comes into focus.}

It must be a wonderfully sunny day, hey, Shinrai? {It's none other than Nanao, who looks a heck of a lot better than she did last time she appeared on the network, although she's still wrapped in bandages, not least including her eyes, which are still covered, and her sling-clad left arm. Her right hand is resting on a strange stone, fingers smoothing over the slick surface.}
 
Riolu! 
 
You said it, little one. {She laughs a little, and scritches gently behind his ears. For his part, Shinrai still has bandages around his middle, but he sounds happy.}
 
Souji-san sure is nice to let us stay here while we recover, isn't he? {Sigh} I do hate to be an imposition, but -
 
{Her sentence is cut off by the sudden arrival of a Ralts, glowing faintly white in the sunshine - but then it moves into the shade, and it's clear that this particular glow is that of ~evolutionnnn~ and boy, does Nanao sound surprised.}
 
Ikka?! What are you doing - are you evolving? {Shinrai levers himself upright, and the glow brightens, and Ikka's silhouette changes from that of a Ralts to something a fair sight taller.}
 
Kirrr! {He spins in place twice, before he minces over, and picks up the Dawn Stone, immediately triggering his second evolution. Nanao protests feebly, but she can but wait as the glow brightens to painful levels, and Ikka's body grows and shifts, until the glow fades again, and a Gallade stands next to the daybed.}
 
Wh-why? What made you do this? {Nanao sounds more confused than shocked.} I thought you wanted to wait - 
 
Galla. Gallade. {He reaches over, and brushes a lock of hair away from her forehead, and Nanao's mouth forms an "o"}
 
O-oh. You want to protect me - {And the Drifloon drops the 'Gear, ending the transmission.}


{ooc: Nanao is laid up in the Breeding Centre, but is pretty much bedbound for the characters in residence there. She will however be responding to all 'Gear replies! ...after the Drifloon picks it up from behind the cupboard.}
bamfsecretary: "Nemo" by Nightwish (Default)
 Good afternoon, Johto. {This, for once, appears to be an actual deliberate post from Nanao, which is new.} Or, I should rather say, people in and around the Goldenrod area.

Consider this an offer for afternoon tea, at my house. It has been quite some time since I have had a nice, quiet, normal chat with someone, and I'd appreciate the company.
 
Please reply to this if you are interested, as I'm not about to give out my address in an open post.
 
{She goes to turn the 'Gear off, when there's a loud 'Speeaaar!' in the background, and she brings it back up again.}
 
Oh, and Crow? Your Spearow misses you... dearly.
 
 
bamfsecretary: "Nemo" by Nightwish (This is my work faise)
Cut for teal deers and (illegal) shenanigans )

//video, accidental.

{There's a jumble of sound and light, and the rather distinctive roar of the Kangaskhan Police.} Damnit, I didn't think they'd be here this fast!

{More dull thuds happen, and several shouted commands, before a huge billowing smoke cloud erupts from the upper right corner of the 'Gear, and slowly spreads across the screen.} Good boy, Renji! Let's go.

{The sound of the Kangaskhan Police soon fades, and then there's only the sound of running feet, and the feed times out to the view of a pair of trainer-clad feet, a tail tipped with flame, and the undulating frame of a Furret.}

//text, open.

I seem to be on the run from the law. How long before they stop looking for me?

{Nanao has rather obviously broken the law, and is running south to Ilex Forest to avoid the long paw of the Kangaskhan Police. Feel free to tag all over this - if they saw her running through Goldenrod, running towards Ilex, were at the Pokemon Centre etc. Also mod-approved!}
bamfsecretary: "Nemo" by Nightwish (you're through)
Whitney. We meet at last. {There's some rustling, and then the 'Gear finally orients itself into a mostly upright position. We will be using Ivysaur-cam for this poarticular episode of Nanao's Life.}
cut for battle and housekeys )

{{ooc: Badge and house acquisition were both mod-approved! AND YES, SHE DOES WANT HOUSEGUESTS}}
bamfsecretary: "Nemo" by Nightwish (as the coursing river)
If one were out and about in Goldenrod tonight, and looking for a bar, one might just wander into the Golden Charmander, conveniently located one block north of the Hotel and three blocks west of the Pokemon Centre. And one would see a woman with long black hair seated at the bar, nursing a glass of scotch.

.
Cut for art )

If one then decided to approach this woman, you might hear her talking to herself. "Congratulations, Ise. You've managed to survive four entire months in Johto, to this very day. Happy anniversary."

//text, to entire network

How long have you people been here?
bamfsecretary: "Nemo" by Nightwish (Default)
I, ah, seem to have two new additions to my team. {Nanao steps away from the camera to show an unruffled Golduck and an unhappy-looking Happiny.}  The Golduck came from Hitsugaya-taichou, but I'm not quite sure who the Happiny's mother used to be.

{At the mention of 'mother', the little Happiny wibbles, and bursts into tears} Oh, no, little one, please don't cry - it'll be okay, I promise. Shh, shh, come on now... {She sits down and gathers the little 'Mon into her arms} So if anyone could tell me who her mother was, I'd be very grateful.

...Do you want me to sing for you? {She nods, and Nanao gently brushes away a tear, before drawing breath}

"I've heard it said/That people come into our live/For a reason..."


{And the feed times out to Nanao sitting on the sidewalk, Happiny cradled in her lap, singing 'For Good' to the little 'Mon. Feel free to interact etc}
bamfsecretary: "Nemo" by Nightwish (Default)
Action text for anyone who's in the room )

There's rather a lot of noise when the 'Gear flicks on, and commotion, and movement in a riot of colours; and it's not immediately apparent where this scene is, but then a vine wraps around the 'Gear, and lifts it out of the way to show Nanao surrounded by all her Pokemon. Although she's pale, and missing her glasses, she looks to be well enough... Apart from how she keeps looking out the window.

"So I'm back..."


{{Nanao is awake after her rather traumatic canon update! She's not exactly altogether at the moment, but she'd probably appreciate having a shoulder to lean on at the moment, either literally or metaphorically.}}
bamfsecretary: "Nemo" by Nightwish (ghhk!!)
The 'Gear clicks on to what is becoming an alarmingly regular sight - that of Ise Nanao being set upon by hordes of Pokemon. However, this time instead of Sentrets or Weedle or Bellsprouts or those goddamned Zubats, a collection of Jigglypuff were eagerly watching every move she made.

"You have got to be kidding me." A flash of light, and then a rather large Poliwag with a crown-shaped rock perched jauntily bounced out onto the snow. Nanao gestured at the pink fluffballs, and Sentarou sprang into action. Hanatarou slapped down any that got too close, and kept a wary eye on her far too pale trainer.

"Go for it, Sentarou! Use Body Slam!" She may look a few steps from unconsciousness, but Ise was stronger than that - she had to be. Her hand went to her belt, to a strange new ball. Bare fingers stroked over the smooth surface in thought, but eventually decided against it, as Jyuushirou, Kiyone and Sentarou systematically reduced the numbers of the Jigglypuff away down to nought.

"Maybe next time, Byakuya..." She started forward again, eccentric mix of clothes fluttering in the faint persistent breeze, returning her other Pokemon to their balls. "Good job, guys, you've clearly learnt a lot." Soon, she stood there by herself, a lone, swaying figure in a wintry landscape. She kept speaking as she moved forward, addressing the 'Gear.

"Apologies, everyone, for having been out of touch. I have been... busy traveling and training, and it seems to have finally paid off. France, I should be in Goldenrod in a bit more than five days, if my past travel times are any indication. And Captain, yes, I am fine." She looks off towards the sea, and even when she looks back, her gaze is distant, as if she's seeing things that aren't quite there.

"I have one question: Has anyone else dreamt that they've been home when they've gone to sleep?"
bamfsecretary: "Nemo" by Nightwish (Default)
The camera clicks on to a view of Nanao in a rather different outfit to before - instead of the kimono or black shihakushou, she's wearing green tracksuit pants, and a navy vest. She's also leaning over a bed, and her back obscures whatever is resting on it.

"Shh, shh, you'll be alright." She sounds exhausted, and her trousers are damp and dirty. The camera moves, going around to the other side of the bed.

Curled up on what looks to be Nanao's jacket with a miniature oxygen mask on it's small snout and an IV line is the tiniest Charmander you've ever seen. Breath rattles unsteadily in and out of it's chest, and the tail flame, which should be bright and orangey-red is instead a mere flicker of what it should be. Nanao brushes a single finger over it's head lovingly, slowly.

"Skaaa..." The sound comes from a small Skarmory, perched up on the pillow. Nanao turns to look at it, and gives it a gentle pat. Her face has a few smears of mud on it, and some suspicious tracks that might have been made by tears.

"I know, Jyuu. All we can do now is hope that Renji is strong enough to pull through this." Her voice cracks, and she bites her lip, eyes glimmering overbright behind her glasses. Behind the camera, there comes a deep "Kadaaa", and a large three fingered hand reaches across the bed to squeeze Nanao's shoulder. Her own hand reaches up to squeeze it, and the feed times out to the view of Nanao's Pokemon clustering close around her.



{{OOC: My apologies for being kind of dead, but time's getting kind of difficult to manage at the moment}}
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Nanao stood by the entrance to Sprout tower, breath steaming in the crisp air. Violet City was certainly more... traditional than Newbark and Cherrygrove in some ways, and so Nanao didn't feel too out of place, dressed as she was in her kimono. She'd been wearing it more than her shihakushou, that was true, but that was mainly because the linen shihakusou was simply not warm enough in this cold climate, whereas the multiple layers of the kimono were more than adequate to deal with the cold.

Sentarou peeked out from between the flaps of her haori, cradled against her trainer's chest, the little tadpole preferring to stay where it was warm, and squeaked, just loudly enough to get Nanao's attention. From where they were, they could see all of Violet City, from the gym, all the way down past the Pokemon Centre and on to the Inn - and it was a captivating view.

"Yes, yes, I know." Nanao could even see the pond where Hitsugaya-taichou had been unceremoniously nearly drowned by his evolving Golduck - and therein lay the problem. For some reason, she could not gather up the courage to walk down the hill, and meet her fellow Shinigami; for what reason, she didn't know, but it was the reason that she had taken up residence in the spartan environ of Sprout Tower, and had avoided all forms of contact for the last two days.

Now, though, it was time to break that fear, and march down there. She took in a deep, steadying breath, and set off.

"Here goes nothing." "Polii!"

Later;
Text; to ENTIRE NETWORK
// What's a good flying type?


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