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While we’re sad to see you leave us, Nokko, we think this is definitely the right choice.  You shouldn’t overexert yourself trying to keep up with writing when you don’t feel that writing muse.  Roleplay is about having fun, you know?  We loved having you in our group and hopefully, that writing muse will find its way back to you and we’ll see you again!  Thank you for playing Hau in the time that you did.  He was a blast to see, and so were you!  Take care, my friend!

Hey hey, I think that’ll be totally okay!  Needing a little time to step away, my friend?  I think we all need that every once in a while!  In the meantime, our own personal ray of sunshine will be on hiatus until June 27th.  Hopefully that’ll be enough time for you to do what you need!  See you then!

@malasadamaster

A favorite childhood pastime of his was exploring abandoned buildings. There was nothing like the thrill he got from the noises of wild Pokemon that echoed throughout the ruins of the Burned Tower or the eerie atmosphere of a place that stood frozen in time. Dusty shelves that still held a few products well past their expiration date, faded posters for an old marketing campaign and the broken equipment brought back that feeling as the gym leader carefully walked through the abandoned shopping mart. 

Morty had one purpose for being here, which was to find a Mimikyu. Ever since he found out about the disguise Pokemon in Alola, he made plans for a short trip to the island region just to try and capture one. 

Although he was told that trainers would come here for their island challenge trials, it seemed as though nothing in the store had been touched for several years. He got the feeling that most trainers didn’t care to stay in the building for very long, preferring to go through this trial as quickly as possible. He had this one goal in mind, but he couldn’t help his curiosity of the building, inspecting small details of the store and lingering for longer than he intended. Meanwhile, Shion had preoccupied himself with a bargain bin of cheap toys for small children.

The soft whimper of another person behind the shelf before him caught his attention. He didn’t notice anyone coming in through the entrance while he had been distracted. Was he interfering with another trainer’s trial? 

I call this one the “super ultra mega stuffed mega-stuffer malasada”!  Amazing, right?  I made it especially for you, and for our little ball of sunshine, too.  Just a little token of appreciation for your overcoming all those difficulties.  I’m proud of you.  Welcome back!

I’m so sorry!  I didn’t realize you were under so much stress!  Sometimes pressure feels as if it’s suffocating, and I’m sad to hear that’s happened to you.  If dropping down to one character is healthier for you (and it sounds like it is), then I think doing that is a good idea.  I don’t want you to feel any worse than you already do.  For now, I hope you get some rest.  Everything will be okay.

@malasadamaster

Work. It was something he’d been out of for quite some time, in the formal sense. When he was a younger man, in college, he did a great amount of ‘simple man’s’ work, simply for the experience. Out of college, it was always work on an invention or another. Once he had his fortune – part his parents, and part his own as an innovator – there was no need for the taxing manual work he had once done. His job had become, instead, management – which he enjoyed, though perhaps a bit less than the feeling of actually, manually accomplishing something.

Even so, he had never done this kind of extremely demanding physical work before. Loading and unloading heavy crates, tending to cleaning and scrubbing, re-waxing and weatherproofing the pieces of the boat…His back ached every night, not helped one bit by the too-small, rickety ‘beds’ in the quarters for ship hands. What was good, though, was that nobody questioned the hat he wore, which shaded his face, or the way he kept his head down and just worked. He was, for all means, an unimposing man despite his height, earning far too little for a job which demanded so much.

Lysandre wished he experienced this before, though. Maybe then it would have spurred him to think a different way about the world and its circumstances.

Regardless, there was one point that he did like about this job (which he would be leaving once its return to Kalos was made); the fact that he got to see new places. Poni Island in Alola was somewhere he had never been, never met anybody from, or would have ever intended to go. That he was forced to was a circumstance he was rather glad for, now that he was here. The blue water, the calm environment, the sight of the mountain rising tall above the horizon….

Yes, this was pure beauty.

Lysandre sat near the shore, watching some Pokemon he had never seen before skitter about. Maybe, if he hadn’t ruined himself so deeply, he could have come here and perhaps lived a peaceful life. Although, it was ruined somewhat by the hunger in his stomach. On shore, they were not fed – they had to seek out the meal themselves. So, Lysandre pushed himself up, turned around fast – and stepped right into a kid who was darting by quite rapidly.