heal pulse [open mingle]

[blue_ice]

...all right. The last few days have undoubtedly been Rough, so it's high time that everyone celebrate the lifting of the oppressive presence of Overwatch with some good-old fashioned relaxing!

option a: death by fluff

What better way to avoid stress than to follow the conflict-averse Wooloo? They didn't just vanish from the islands after being herded, after all. They're rolling their way up the mountain, calling to the trainers they pass along the way. Come pet them, they want the attention!

Just be careful: the mischievous creatures have been to known to push Trainers into each other for their own amusement. They're imitating their herders, the playful scamps.

option b: the hot springs

And if being warmed by fluff on all sides isn't your speed, the nearby hot springs are also an option! They're finally working properly once more, and there's no danger of having to join a flexing contest if you want to relax. Trainers and their Pokémon are welcome to wash their worries away.

It's a good chance to socialize, just...behave yourselves. We've had enough trouble for a while.

Comments

kaiba

[blue_ice]

wooloo wonders

...this is Jonouchi's territory. Why is he here? He was just on his way back home when the herd entangled him in their wool, and now he was being nudged on all sides by a wall of fluff. He's petting them in an attempt to satisfy them so they move, but he only has two hands.

"...no wonder you're all so good at blocking roads," he mutters.

spring time

When he finally escapes the herd, he heads to the renovated springs for some quiet time. Obelisk's egg stays on a nearby heated rock wrapped in his coat to keep it warm, and he settles in with a quiet sigh, Goliath disappearing into the Pokemons' spring behind him.

The last few days have...given him a lot to think about.

Nozomi | OTA

[cureofmanyworlds]

Death by Fluff

With the threat of Overwatch done and over with, Nozomi could finally relax a bit. Of course, her idea of relaxing is finding a flock of Wooloo, baa-ing at her.

She couldn't help it. Physically 17, mentally 19, currently emotionally 5 as she ran over to join the flock, laughing as she found herself in the sea of wool.

"It's so fluffy!"

Hot Springs

And, hey, there's also better downtime in the hot springs. After making sure her Tepig, Yamper and Victini wouldn't be harmed or cause trouble by them, Nozomi went to take her spot in the hot springs, just enjoying the feeling of it all.

"Ahhh... after all of that, this... feels nice."

Josuke OTA

[crazy_d_healing]

A wooloo of a different color

Among the balls of fluff is a dark colored tuft, looking a bit like a shiny wooloo hiding in the others. The first hints that it might not, in fact, be a shiny Pokemon, was a happy masculine laugh as one of the wooloo cried softly at the dark tuft, before gently headbutting the area below it.

The other hint, was when the dark tuft moved, the person it was attached to flopping on his back with a bright smile on his face, amid the wooloos. "You guys are really soft... I bet Okuyasu would cry hugging one of you." He said cheerfully, arms spread open as he lay on the ground.

Nothing like soaking your aches away

Hot springs were nothing to ignore in Josuke's opinion, all too often an overlooked place of relaxation. He made his way in to the spring itself, and slipped in, sighing in awaited bliss, as he sank into the warmth.

The teen carried a number of scars, many looking long healed and old, but there was an assortment that looked much fresher, still a bit angry. One decorated the area just below his ribs settled right on that space that seemed to be neither front nor side, on his left. The second and third showed an idea of something that had passed through his left thigh, both ragged looking, and roughly the same size as the one on his torso. It was his right shoulder that looked the worst really, the scars looking almost like an oversized cat had tried pawing at him there, with claws out, rends traveled up and down the area, now healed over but still vivid on his skin.

If Josuke took any note of them, he made no signs, sitting himself down and tipping his head back a bit with a contented sigh. The sound seemed to be a signal to the pompadour his hair was styled in to lose some of it's shape and relax ass well.