Mear
Mear sat sharply up in bed and clung to his shoulders sharply. Papers were scattered about the bed in heaps and miscellaneous piles that wrapped their way into the bed itself and constituted to an extra weight. After a few moments of solid silence that passed through the painter, Mear allowed himself to breathe. That dream….. he thought to himself but then shook his head after a moment and put a hand to his face. Looking down at the pictures just before him, the Smeargle Gijink’s eyes wavered over the images before him. The scratch lines depicted a rush of emotion running through them, but the images they formed were far more confusing to depict. Did I draw these? Was the first thought that entered the painter’s mind, and yet in half a second, he felt the sharp notion of scolding himself for even thinking the question. It was highly unlikely that someone had come into Mear’s room and scattered pictures of mixing shapes and confused eching lines without him waking up.
After another moment, Mear pushed the papers away from him and proceeded out of the bed. As his feet met the cold surface of the floor, the male Smeargle realized that it was exceptionally cold…. Then again it was probably just a phase of the hard wood due to the still changing seasons, yet in that half second, the memories of the entire night previously came crashing into the artist’s mind. He stood there frozen for a moment as his eyes moved and darted about the area near his bed as he tried to discern the images drawn into the piles of white paper. The images seemed to become clearer to the artist who because he knew his own mind very solidly, was able to read the images as they were. It was too real to be a dream…..Mear thought to himself as his eyes moved across a landscape of fogged gray images that had all but taken over the white surface of one of the pictures.
There were three eminent pictures among the piles that drew the Smeargle’s eye. The first was a depiction of a burring area and several un-faced characters trying desperately to put it out. The flames seemed to have a light etch to them as though someone had gone back with an eraser and tried to fix what might have been some mistake of the counter in the beginning. The second one consisted of a girl clinging a stuffed rabbit and grinning to herself. For one reason or another, the Smeargle Gijinka could not let go of the sight of the picture. There was some way in which the girl looked that was too real to have been just a projection of a dream. The last and probably the most obscure of the pictures was what could only be seen as a giant tree with flower petals staining the area, and three pokemon that retained no true form of their own appeared to fly around the area despite the frozenness of the picture itself. After a moment, Mear decided that he would wait for the time being and not fret on the matter until it became of some extremely significant connotation to future events.
Stacking the papers up on a side stand, Mear let out a breath before walking to his closet and started to change clothes. After, the painter took a sketchbook and pencil from his desk and took hold of the handle of his door. Opening it carefully and easing back on one foot as he swung the door open, Mear stepped out into the hall. Closing the door behind him and proceeding down the hall, the Smeargle Gijinka walked down the hall with his sketchbook under one arm and his hands in his pockets. The stairs creaked a tad and complained after a sharp moment as though they had been run over too often during some sort of calamity which caused the Smeargle to sigh. As he reached the bottom step that divided the two sections of the mansion, one to the girl’s side and one to the guy’s, Mear opened his sketchbook and stood for a solid moment retracing the contour of the stairs in a stronger more strategic manner and then followed with Reverse Sketch causing the stairs to reform back to their original status. The steps would not speak a complaint from then on.
Turning to see that a few Gijinka were walking down the stairs and had begun to speak about a dream that they had all shared, Mear felt his eyes sharpen for a moment. I’ll ask Shupple about this maybe….Mear thought to himself and then proceeded to walk up towards the girl’s section of the stairs. Passing by a very perturbed Cherubi Gijika who appeared to confused as to what was going on at all, Mear stopped for a moment and stared at the small seed like object that was sighing to itself on the purple Gijinka’s head.
“What are you looking at?” the Cherubi Gijinka demanded suddenly as he noticed that Mear had started to stare at him.
“N-nothing,” Mear answered back averting his eyes. There was a strange part of Mear that was starting to become irritated at this manner that he constantly found himself using. He wanted to be able to look people in the eye and talk. Sighing out, Mear forced his eyes forwards and addressed the Cherubi Gijinka. “You just seemed lost.”
The Cherubi Gijinka seemed to let out a sigh at this. “This place is pretty confusing,” he admitted after a moment.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to make it be,” Mear answered half looking down. “I tried to keep everything in an order that worked in my mind…”
“Oh, you made this place?” the Cherubi asked.
“Yes,” the artist now starting to look at the piece that he had brought to live answered. “I really should draw a map I guess….”
Before the Cherubi Gijinka could comment further, Mear had flipped out his sketchbook and quickly drawn the basic layout of the mansion. Pulling the page from his sketchbook, the Smeargle Gijinka handed it to the Cherubi.
“Thanks,” the Cherubi seemed to half try and be pleasant.
“You’re welcome,” Mear half smiled. “I’m Mear by the way.”
“Ah, nice to meet you,” the Cherubi answered back. “I’m Cheruu.”
Remembering about the dream once more, Mear found his hand tapping lightly on his sketchbook. “Did you have the dream too by the way?” Mear questioned carefully choosing the tone that would show of no offence.
“Ya I had it,” the now named Cheruu answered. “And I believe it.”
“Indeed,” Mear answered back placing a hand on his chin for a moment. Removing his hand once more, the Smeargle Gijinka took a step to the right. “Sorry, but I have to ask someone about something. I hope you find your way around here…” Mear said feeling a sudden bout of nervousness caused probably by the subcutaneous fear that the latter would be somewhat angry with him for leaving.
“Alright,” Cheruu answered back as though unfazed by this notion and causing Mear to sigh somewhat relaxed afterwards.
Turning back up towards the girl’s side of the mansion, Mear walked up the steps and towards Shupple’s room. Just as he turned down the hallway towards Shuple’s room, the Smeargle Gijinka bumped straight into Gray as he walked out of Shupple’s room. Mear felt a sudden compultion to speak on the notion that had just occurred to him due to the event, and yet the Gengar Gijinka raised his hand as if to make a shield and refuse the notion all together.
"Just don't disturb her, okay?" Gray said saying in the few words that were spoken much more than what he had said. Mear gave a half nod as if to himself before stepping aside and allowing Gray to pass. Stepping towards Shupple’s door, Mear felt his breath catch for a moment, and in that second, he was caught wondering why this notion was afflicting him in this way. Shaking his head, the Smeargle Gijika knocked on the door a moment and then took the handle of the door. Opening it carefully, Mear looked inwards and found the tired looking form of Shupple. The dark haired Banette seemed to rise as if trying to find who had entered her room. After seeing the contour of Mear standing there, Shupple forced herself up fully.
“Sorry… I didn’t mean to wake you up…” Mear said stepping backwards and taking hold of the doorknob with his right hand ready to close it carefully at any time.
“It’s fine, Mear,” Shupple said after a moment shaking her head. “Besides….”
“Hm?” Mear asked allowing himself to step back into Shupple’s room.
“Never mind,” Shupple said after a moment. “Anyways…. Did you have that ‘dream’ too?” Shupple asked as though challenging the entire idea of such a thing not being real at all costs. Mear gave a nod carefully and stepped into the room. Resting his shoulders and back on the wall the Smeargle Gijinka put his hands in his pockets quietly.
“It wasn’t a dream,” Mear answered after a moment of silence that had viciously engulfed the room with some dark and malicious intent to squeeze the conversation in its cradle.
“Ya… true,” Shupple answered appearing to understand that both she and Mear knew what had happened was real. “I already took care of the remnants this morning.”
“Ah,” Mear answered back as though unable to find any other words to describe the events properly. “They’re at peace then.”
“As much as they can be,” Shupple answered back as she interpreted the meaning of ‘them’ who Mear had referred to.
“It was a strange night,” Mear breathed somewhat closing his eyes and allowing himself to relax on the wall. “Do you want to go down and get breakfast?”
Lee
Tenseness was not the word to describe what Lee awoke to as he nearly flew off the bed and kicked a wall on the other side of a room. His heart was pounding with the effect of someone who had long been running, and yet as the karate master slowly relaxed and removed his foot from the wall, he found that he had caused more damage to the wall than was intended. In truth, he had been having a dream far more fight worthy than the empty room that consisted with a ghost that had trapped him and other Gijinka of the mansion that he had yet to meet, or even see for that matter, and several fights. Shaking his head, Lee looked at the wall that he had just kicked. There was a full indent of a footprint in the wall, and the karate master could only shake his head at it.
What I was dreaming about…..Lee thought to himself as he shook his head a moment. As a cold rush of air seemed to penetrate under the door of his room and rush inwards, the Hitmonlee Gijinka realized that he lacked his usual karate jacket. Looking back to the bed that he had slept in, Lee found that his jacket was nowhere to be found. Walking to his bag that rested on the floor, the master opened his bag and took out several rolls of muscle tape and proceeded to wrap his arms and then his stomach. It would have to do for not until he could recovered whatever had happened to his jacket. In that dream… I had given it to a Houndoom girl named Hoom….. Shaking his head after a moment Lee pushed the thought away. It had to have been a dream… It was too violent to be otherwise… but then again…. It was very real….. After a moment, Lee allowed himself to breathe. I will walk about this mansion and see if there is a Houndoom Gijinka named Hoom with my jacket, and if there is, then there is no doubt in my mind that that dream was real…..
Breathing inwards, Lee put his hands together and allowed himself to use Calm Mind. He would need it to relax the strange tenseness in his muscles. After this session of relaxation had managed to fulfill its job, Lee walked to the other end of his room and opened the door. Walking out into the hall, the Hitmonlee Gijinka began to walk down the stairs and through the mansion. It was a very complex place after all.
Finally locating the kitchen, Lee walked in to find that Kat and Sable were eating at the breakfast table. Looking over to view the Hitmonlee Gijinka, Kat raised one arm and waved over to him. Sable raised one hand and gave somewhat of a less exaggerated wave. Walking towards them, Lee stopped a few feet in front of the two. Kat, appearing not used to seeing Lee without his shirt and only wrapped in karate tape, turned a shade red and averted her eyes down to the table. “Good morning,” she said after a moment.
“Good morning,” Lee answered lightly. “May I ask you something?”
Kat looked up again, and Sable who appeared to take interest in this notion as well looked back catching the eye of her friend.
“Sure,” Kat answered back after another moment.
“Have you seen a female Houndoom walking around with a jacket?” Lee asked after a moment realizing that this strange question would bring up more questions from Kat rather than answers. Kat appeared to turn her head to one side and turned a shade red before looking away. “You mean Hoom?” the Glameow Gijinka asked.
“Yes….” Lee answered, and in that moment he knew the dream had indeed been real.
“She was looking for you earlier,” Kat said as though trying to keep her voice steady for one reason or another.
“Oh really?” Lee asked and then sighed. Then she is wandering around the house with my jacket… I need to find her then…..Lee thought to himself. “Thank you for your help. I will be back in a bit.”
“Alright,” Kat answered still almost refusing to look at Lee. This brought a strange wave of confusion upon Lee, yet there was nothing he could really do on the matter but turn and start out of the kitchen once more.
Walking towards the front door of the mansion, the Hitmonlee walked outside as if to inspect the ground or possibly locate the Fire Gijinka that was still around somewhere with his jacket. Yet it didn’t take long before force met force, and Lee found someone had come crashing right into him. Falling straight backwards with the force of someone on top of him, Lee leaned back and managed to catch himself with his feet and hands down and his back arched backwards causing the person who had fallen on his stomach to be propped up somewhat in the air.
“I’m sorry!” Hoom’s voice all but shouted as the female Houndoom got up and moved away almost too quickly. With the weight off of him, Lee brought his feet up and made a perfect handstand before allowing himself to fall correctly forwards and returning to his standing position. Staring for a moment, the Hitmolee Gijinka was surprised that he actually did indeed see Hoom standing in front of him. That was it, the dream had been indeed real.
“Lee!” Hoom said as though suddenly realizing who it was that she had nearly fallen on.
“It’s fine,” Lee said responding to Hoom’s previous ‘I’m sorry’ but accidentally making it sound as though he were referring to the last comment. “Hello, Miss Hoom.”
“…..Uh hi,” Hoom said after a moment as though unsure of what to say at all. “I… uh… still have your jacket….” Stepping forwards with jacket in hand, Hoom placed it in the karate master’s hand. Taking back his jacket and slipping it on once more, Lee pulled the hood over his head once more.
“Thank you,” Lee said forcing a smile.
“Thank you for letting me… borrow it,” Hoom answered back.
“We were acquainted by a dream,” Lee began. “But the dream seems to have been real indeed.”
“Ya…..” Hoom said after a moment, and with a strange understanding, Lee sensed that the Houndoom was giving off the waves of something that was on her mind.
“Are you alrght?” Lee asked.
Appearing to understand that she was not going to be able to adequately lie to him, Hoom seemed to sigh to herself after another moment. “I’m just… a little stressed….” She answered after a moment.
“Then why don’t you join me for tea?” Lee asked pleasantly.
“Um…” Hoom answered but then seemed to grow with a strange mix of happiness and something else. “Sure.”
Walking back into the kitchen, Lee found that Kat and Sable were still sitting at the table as though discussing something of importance that quickly became hushed as Lee entered. Forcing a smile upon his visage, Lee waked to the stove. “I plan to make herbal green tea. Would either of you like some?” Hoom appeared to walk back to the table and sit across from Kat and Sable.
“Sure,” Kat said nodding to herself.
“Alright,” Sable answered as well.
With that, Lee began to heat up the water and place tea leaves in it in special increments. Crushing some of the tea leaves into powder while leaving others intact, the Hitmonlee Gijinka was an expert at making tea, and when the time came, he took it off the stove and poured it into even increments in front of the three girls sitting in the kitchen. Pouring his own tea after a moment, Lee sat down at the table with the others and began to sip the tea lightly.
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Hell ya! I'm back in business baby! Just so ya know, I'm developing a new style of writing for myself which is why I switched to third person. I honestly like this style of writing a bit more than my original, and I might keep it up. Even though Thyme's style is still so much more epic I WILL MASTER WRITING SOME DAY MUAHHAHAHHAHAHAH!
