Constitutional

I’ve been approached by Mod Jiji on different occasions. The first time accusing me of double accounting for Weavile, and the second time accusing me of being underage on this site. They have not approached me and first asked me, but much rather had mod group discussions and made assumptions, and it has been particularily unfair on my behalf, as I’m supposed to defend myself against a team of three biased moderators who will defend each other until wits end.

Very recently Jiji approached me about my age and used ‘evidence’ against me. Stalking my personal blogs, not linked to this account in any way, and even going as far as to stalk my Deviantart from a year or two ago. My deviantart is in no way shape or form linked anywhere, which meant the mod team had to physically type in my name in order to find it. This type of information is personal, and in turn, caused me to have a panic attack. By Mod Jiji  I was shown no form of apology for what had been caused and was simply ignored, then I turned to Mod Scad. 

Mod Scad apologised for the panic attack, which I am grateful for, and we then came to the compromise of not doing NSFW rp’s on this blog. I made the changes, but Scad requested that I apologise to Mod Jiji for the way I spoke. I will admit, I was unprofessional and swore a lot towards Mod Jiji, but this was upon finding out that they had gone to my DEVIANTART of all places, and I was essentially panicked and in the midst of a panic attack at that time. I agreed to apologise nonetheless, but requested that in turn Jiji apologise to me too for ignoring me, and not resolving the previous situation with Weavile properly. 

I was refused, and instead of going through with said compromise, I was removed from the group with no arguement, and no say back.

The mod team is BIASED towards each other, and don’t give a fuck about anyone but themselves in regards to member issues. They only care about you if you give them information, and i will exclude mod hana from this as I have not seen anything from them in the past and present. Mod Jiji is known for stirring up drama, as UBR was made out of the hate that they had towards National Park RP.

UBR is fucked. That is all. I did nothing wrong, I was accused on two seperate occasions, and now I am being removed by a spiteful, judgemental, and horrible mod team who only care about their moderators wellbeing over one of the members in their group.

Thank you for RPing with me, and goodbye. I hope this opened your eyes.

@floralheal

As the boat began it’s journey, and Lysandre knew he was in the safety of the sea’s arms at last, he felt like he could relax. Travelling alone was something new to Lysandre. He didn’t have to feel alienated from the rest of the world, because he was one of them. Just one of the many travelling the world in hopes of seeing new things, or escaping stupid pasts. The Litleo in his arms soon settled down into a deep sleep as it nestled against the fur of his suit, and soon, Lysandre himself felt calm.

The ocean ahead was both beautiful and scary each in it’s own way. It was endless and vast, unending and terrifying, but at the same time, the way the sun caused the ocean to sparkle, as it’s rays cast and danced along the surface of the waters was a sight to truly behold. Leaving behind the land, and heading out into sea was a truly unique experience each time.

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Serena tucks the few loose,  blonde curls that had escaped her hood back behind her ears. Her nails, manicured in the Kalosian way, dig into her sleeves that guarded her already scarred palms, and her knuckles turn white with tension. She scoffs, like he’d made a joke. It wasn’t funny, really, yet in the sick, stomach - turning way… It kind of was.

His smile widens. He wouldn’t have recognised her if it were not for the way she approached him, and the familiarity in the way she spoke and acted. Not to mention, he was rarely approached by people nowadays, especially blonde haired girls who reminded him strongly of a certain trainer from his past.

“You have changed... you are different. You’re just the same in many ways you cannot see.”

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Sinnoh was a completely, and entirely new region for Lysandre. Not many people knew him there, so it was easy to visit towns and cities without being recognised and blatantly called out in the streets. He and Pyroar had thoroughly enjoyed traversing Snowpoint city, as it was reminiscent of Snowbelle city, his home. 

But after exploring the forests of Eterna, and visiting the bright nightlife like Jubilife and Veilstone City, Lysandre decided that it was time he moved onto another region. It wasn’t just because he’d had his fill of scenery, but because he was aware he was being followed by the international police. Most importantly, a man named Looker.

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It’s cold. That’s one of the few things crossing her mind as she steps upon the ferry. More than just the typical autumn - verging - on - winter chill, Sinnoh was located far more north, and was far colder than everywhere else. She felt stiff as she turned towards the docks, waving her hand high at Professor Rowan, who had been kind enough to see her off. That was the best part of doing these tasks for Professor Sycamore… even if she was freezing her fingertips off. Arceus knows she likely won’t have any identifying DNA left by the time she returns to him… to Kalos.

As the boat began it’s journey, and Lysandre knew he was in the safety of the sea’s arms at last, he felt like he could relax. Travelling alone was something new to Lysandre. He didn’t have to feel alienated from the rest of the world, because he was one of them. Just one of the many travelling the world in hopes of seeing new things, or escaping stupid pasts. The Litleo in his arms soon settled down into a deep sleep as it nestled against the fur of his suit, and soon, Lysandre himself felt calm.

The ocean ahead was both beautiful and scary each in it’s own way. It was endless and vast, unending and terrifying, but at the same time, the way the sun caused the ocean to sparkle, as it’s rays cast and danced along the surface of the waters was a sight to truly behold. Leaving behind the land, and heading out into sea was a truly unique experience each time.

Lysandre chuckled. Red probably didn’t even know the name of the charity, did he? That was fine. To be completely honest, Lysandre hadn’t met many people who’d done their research here.

“It’s a place called the Aether Foundation over in Alola. I’ve heard they do excellent work for Pokemon all over the world, and I even toured their facility before planning this fundraiser. They need money for equipment and research.”

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Aether Foundation, that was a name Red knew. And he’s surprised to get the two charities mixed up (what was the other one he was even thinking about then), even though the foundation didn’t have the most sparkling history in the current minds of the people.

Just like Lysandre. Well, his was a few years more older.

Lysandre nods at his words. He was right. A glance off into the distance meant the next words caught him off guard. It seemed Red was leaving, well, his side for now. He unfolded his arms and looked back towards the other, with a firm nod. 

“I do hope that the rest of your night goes well too, Red. You and your partner seem to be quite good friends. It pleases me too see trainers such as you.”

That question, was a good question. Lysandre nodded at his words, continuing to make the Pikachu in his lap happy. “I plan to double the end result of the donations by the end of the night, and then the charity themselves will be collecting the donations tomorrow.”

“…Do you know which charity this is going to?” That was always a fine question for his guests. Most… didn’t know. They just donated without thinking. It made Lysandre laugh, simply because, he didn’t understand how foolish people could throw money to a cause they knew nothing about.

Red didn’t seem like a foolish person though, so perhaps he’d had some insight into the charity. Then again, maybe Pyroar just scared them off from reading the pamphlets.

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Well, speaking about Red’s level of intelligence…

“I heard they were good,” he answers too plainly, but that was about the start and end of his answer there. Truthfully, he barely remembered the names. Another trainer that had been present when he’d been checking out the invitation had recognised the name of one of the charities, said ‘oh, they’re good’, and now was all the opinion Red had for them.

That was good enough, right.

Lysandre chuckled. Red probably didn’t even know the name of the charity, did he? That was fine. To be completely honest, Lysandre hadn’t met many people who’d done their research here.

“It’s a place called the Aether Foundation over in Alola. I’ve heard they do excellent work for Pokemon all over the world, and I even toured their facility before planning this fundraiser. They need money for equipment and research.”

Interestingly enough, It seemed Pikachu did, as Red proclaimed. Lysandre smiled as the other approached his Pyroar. It felt… somewhat nice for someone else to interact with his Pokemon. Not many would so freely walk up to a Pyroar, of all Pokemon, with the intent of petting it. But then again, Lysandre had just shown him how harmless he could be when laying on the ground and receiving affection from another.

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The pikachu took to the affection with absolute joy and ease. Don’t be shy, Lysandre, no, no. This pokémon will happily be the focus of your fuss, no problem. 

But as for the question being given back to Red—well, it was an odd ask, to say the least. Wasn’t he here to battle? Still he answers, not putting much focus on that detail to bother pointing it out.

That question, was a good question. Lysandre nodded at his words, continuing to make the Pikachu in his lap happy. “I plan to double the end result of the donations by the end of the night, and then the charity themselves will be collecting the donations tomorrow.”

“...Do you know which charity this is going to?” That was always a fine question for his guests. Most... didn’t know. They just donated without thinking. It made Lysandre laugh, simply because, he didn’t understand how foolish people could throw money to a cause they knew nothing about.

Red didn’t seem like a foolish person though, so perhaps he’d had some insight into the charity. Then again, maybe Pyroar just scared them off from reading the pamphlets. 

It was true! He wouldn’t bite. Not unless provoked that is. If Lysandre had come at his Pyroar with an attack, or with some sort of aggressive demeanour, then the Pokemon would have taken a defensive stance, and retaliated. But considering that Pyroar knew Lysandre better than anyone else, he was extremely trusting.

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It was a cute, if ridiculous (utterly ridiculous) sight to witness, a full-grown pyroar that’d just been displaying quiet competence, to now be at the power of a more-than-just-full-grown man’s hand. 

Unlike the previous slip of a cheeky smile, this gets a proper one from Red, a small scoff lost in the sound of the party. Others would be watching, but it didn’t matter right about now what was going on around him.

A helpful mentality to be in, when moments ago he’d been all too aware of it.

Interestingly enough, It seemed Pikachu did, as Red proclaimed. Lysandre smiled as the other approached his Pyroar. It felt... somewhat nice for someone else to interact with his Pokemon. Not many would so freely walk up to a Pyroar, of all Pokemon, with the intent of petting it. But then again, Lysandre had just shown him how harmless he could be when laying on the ground and receiving affection from another.

@anyheights There weren’t many people who were able to escape the charms of meeting an actual Pyroar. Much less one that was namely Lysandre’s partner. The two of them were inseparable, and Lysandre got the same feeling from Red and his Pikachu, as he did from the bond between him and Pyroar.

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His memories of litleo were a vague one, recalling when or where’d he’d exactly seen them in his lifetime but coming up short, beyond somewhere in Kalos. Which, duh, yeah. But bumping into one on your 11th birthday— the thought is a fond one, one he doesn’t express, but could tempt the corners of his mouth to curl upward.

Some of the best birthday gifts didn’t even have to be planned.

It was true! He wouldn’t bite. Not unless provoked that is. If Lysandre had come at his Pyroar with an attack, or with some sort of aggressive demeanour, then the Pokemon would have taken a defensive stance, and retaliated. But considering that Pyroar knew Lysandre better than anyone else, he was extremely trusting. 

Both statements were acknowledged by Lysandre, first being the names pulled from the hat. It was understandable for Red to want to do that, As he had thought before, some of the people here weren’t the best to give Pokemon too, and considering Red said ‘she’ - whichever Pokemon that may be - was feisty, Lysandre had no quarrels.

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It was an offer that makes Red pause. He’d been close to the pokémon, or standing anyway in their proximity before he had to acknowledge that being by the money wasn’t the way to disappear out of sight.

His arms folded behind his back. It was a more... natural sort of position for Lysandre to take, one he felt comfortable with, and gave him a rather strange atmosphere to the rest of the people at the party. He walked alongside Red, and answered his question with a short laugh.

“21 years, at least if I remember correctly. I found him as a Litleo on my 11th birthday, and the two of us have been together ever since. He may look old and tired, but my Pyroar is quite the feisty fellow.” The Pyroar that they were approaching lazily opened an eye, and upon spotting his reddish-orange haired trainer coming closer, began to stand up, stretching out as if it had been asleep for almost one hundred years. The Pokemon finished with a short huff, before round blue eyes drifted over to the person with Lysandre, and settled on Red. 

It wasn’t possible for many people to tell what a Pokemon was feeling, or thinking, and Pyroar was no exception. He stared at Red long and hard, before finally he blinked, and then turned to look back to Lysandre.

“He wont bite. Not unless you provoke him. But he is a firetype, so be careful.” That was in case Red felt the need to pet his Pyroar, which most folk often did within moments of meeting the Pokemon. Far too many times he’d been met with loud girlish screams and then complaints about burnt hands. Although, it wasn’t his fault. They should expect that from a fire type.