https://sehto.pinkgothic.com/wiki/ 2026-05-08T18:52:02+00:00 https://sehto.pinkgothic.com/wiki/ https://sehto.pinkgothic.com/wiki/_media/wiki/dokuwiki.svg text/html 2024-07-27T13:55:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://sehto.pinkgothic.com/wiki/plot/n-sehla/2008-09-07-2?rev=1722088513&do=diff It's far less sunny today than on that other fateful day, autumn tugging at the leaves of trees. Tirelessly, Dakarai has stalked from the lack of glory that is his apartment block, up the road toward the route winding its way up to Mount Black, right hand hooked into his pocket, left swaying lazily beside him. He's barely bothering to keep a close eye on text/html 2024-07-27T13:55:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://sehto.pinkgothic.com/wiki/plot/n-sehla/2008-09-07?rev=1722088513&do=diff The air swirls lazily but audibly around the orb, red and white blinking into existence across each other, Dakarai's fingers hovering over the pokéball, tipping it back into full-on spin every once in a while. His left elbow is ground into the table surface before him, his desk, fingers curled against his jawline, an analytic expression watching the ball as it twirls, his thoughts working silently for him. text/html 2024-07-27T13:55:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://sehto.pinkgothic.com/wiki/plot/n-sehla/2008-09-18-2?rev=1722088513&do=diff ✘ WARNING: ADULT MATERIAL. (...consensuality somewhat lacking, too.) The corridor is badly lit - he doesn't really run much risk of being discovered by Dakarai's friend. Still, pacing is not the best way to entertain oneself, and there's nothing else to do but wallow in introspection. Nothing, for the past ten solid minutes, time that has seemed to stretch to a small eternity. And then, voices, muffled by the door, approaching the same. text/html 2024-07-27T13:55:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://sehto.pinkgothic.com/wiki/plot/n-sehla/2008-09-18?rev=1722088513&do=diff What a strange medley of opinions to have. It was easy to respect her new master - she was rapidly learning more tricks than she even knew to be conceivable - but the fear was not abating. Today, they are fairly far north, in vicinity of the mountain, trees mostly of the evergreen variety. A glistening branch has led them across a river, cascading through the sloped forest in white rapids. A flat rock splits the stream - that same flat rock they are now both standing on. text/html 2024-07-27T13:55:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://sehto.pinkgothic.com/wiki/plot/n-sehla/2008-09-20?rev=1722088513&do=diff What was the purpose of this? A body guard? He wasn't afraid of fists and feet. A token of tangible pride that no one could deny - yes, that seemed most plausible. Sauntering across campus groups, Dakarai N'Sehla, the Togi demon, strode through the chilly atmosphere of late September. Sehto's climate made for fairly mild winters, but his short-sleeved attire nonetheless seemed out of place. Beside him, out of her pokéball, is text/html 2024-07-27T13:55:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://sehto.pinkgothic.com/wiki/plot/n-sehla/2008-09-21?rev=1722088513&do=diff Witness. He needed a witness, to the date he began. The gym leader herself would not suffice. Hands fisted, the tempest that was Dakarai N'Sehla paced up and down along the length of the reception desk in the Pterygotamorphic Pokémon Science Center. Fuck, where were people when you needed them? His lips twist to a fierce frown, brows furrowing, left hand's fingers fidgeting across the loops of his belt as if hoping to hook into them, only to change their mind. He'd rung the bell - once only, as … text/html 2024-07-27T13:55:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://sehto.pinkgothic.com/wiki/plot/n-sehla/2008-09-23?rev=1722088513&do=diff For the interior of a building, the first floor is surprisingly moist, almost developing hints of mists in the cooler corners, though it may just be a fluke of the eye. The broad corridor the stairs open into, continuation further up aside, is covered with a fine-meshed carpet of warm hue, vanishing inexplicably into what is unmistakably live, real, thick foliage about halfway down. Glass behind and before him fill the corridor, further lit by the light coming in through transmission and subsurf… text/html 2024-07-27T13:55:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://sehto.pinkgothic.com/wiki/plot/n-sehla/2008-09-28?rev=1722088513&do=diff For Basilisk, the world faded from the battle scene to a desolate landscape wedged between large, jagged rocks, chunks knocked out of them for the construction of a broad, flat, slightly gravel-littered, light-coloured road between them, winding toward an ominous seeming mist. text/html 2024-07-27T13:55:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://sehto.pinkgothic.com/wiki/plot/n-sehla/2008-10-09?rev=1722088513&do=diff November rain drizzles down from the night skies of the twelfth of November, 2005. A smear of light leaks from the Ehqaj City gym's milky glass doors, filtered through the tank of water from the depths of a building. Rose Kaiki sits on a bench, checking her notes for the day. She had a lot of preparation training to do for the upcoming harbour festival - schedule was tight about that. text/html 2024-07-27T13:55:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://sehto.pinkgothic.com/wiki/plot/n-sehla/2012-12-08-2?rev=1722088513&do=diff With Mew curled up against the back of Jagdish Tsukinaka's neck, purring contentedly and only partly lucid with her mind suspended in half a nap, drunk on the excitement of the day, tail restlessly sweeping and twisting through the air beside him, the gymleader looks a bit lost amidst the landscape, sat with his arms in his lap on what had once been a chunk of wall and now resembled a boulder more than anything else. He's sitting in an open room in the second floor of the cathedral, Mew's dim pi… text/html 2024-07-27T13:55:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://sehto.pinkgothic.com/wiki/plot/n-sehla/2012-12-22?rev=1722088513&do=diff It was unusual for a Council session to be held without the victim of the trial. It was equally unusual for a Council session to have a neutral observer - another human, especially. Yarver Bakema was not usually easily summoned by anyone, but he made an exception for text/html 2024-07-27T13:55:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://sehto.pinkgothic.com/wiki/plot/n-sehla/2012-12-26?rev=1722088513&do=diff The initial anxiety had dissipated by now, leaving only a numb discontent in its wake. He'd lost his sense of time long ago - whether it's been only an hour since Jagdish announced the Council would meet to discuss his fate or several, or perhaps even a day, he doesn't know. The only light where he's confined to is artificial, and his inner clock runs on Introspection Time, which is by definition the longest possible subjective passage of time that he could possibly be left alone with himself fo… text/html 2024-07-27T13:55:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://sehto.pinkgothic.com/wiki/plot/n-sehla/2012-12-29?rev=1722088513&do=diff Even for someone grounded in rational observation, it was difficult to shake the horrific preconceptions about Vereheq. Having set up camp for the night amongst rubble that looked suitably stable, Dakarai N'Sehla felt the grip of superstitious unease worm its way into his gut. He tried to swat at it with the tongue-in-cheek enquiry if 'for the night' was even correct - he'd been meandering around for hours looking for traces of text/html 2024-07-27T13:55:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://sehto.pinkgothic.com/wiki/plot/n-sehla/2013-02-02?rev=1722088513&do=diff Crinyx's fortress of choice was, perhaps ironically, a little too much sunshine for Solalon, what with his natural preference for the mists of Vereheq. But the rocks here are often bleached by sunlight and the vegetation is sparse at best, making for a rather all-encompassing brightness outside. text/html 2024-07-27T13:55:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://sehto.pinkgothic.com/wiki/plot/n-sehla/2013-04-28?rev=1722088513&do=diff Perhaps the emotion he felt was misplaced. From an objective perspective, he was eagerly, enthusiastically leaping into circumstances that would bash his skull against his own past stupidity repeatedly with unrelenting force, all the while keeping him on a leash, utterly helpless to stop a repetition of the scenario. It was the cruellest thing to do to a man who'd just discovered empathy for himself: The ability to see the world from other people's perspectives, without ever needing to be those … text/html 2024-07-27T13:55:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://sehto.pinkgothic.com/wiki/plot/n-sehla/2013-06-05?rev=1722088513&do=diff The light of Tatenda's monitor wrestled the only other light in the room for the temperature of the room's illumination. The numbers weren't adding up and it was well past his bedtime; more coffee was simply not going to help him. Maybe it was time that he gave this particular engineering problem a rest for the night. text/html 2024-07-27T13:55:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://sehto.pinkgothic.com/wiki/plot/n-sehla/2013-06-23?rev=1722088513&do=diff It was difficult to ignore his instinctual alarm that rang in his gut - Taqnateh was not a safe place, regardless how much he felt like he was securely in Jagdish's good graces, and the texture of the walls invoked a deep unease that seemed immune to rational attempts to dispel it. Still, it was a background emotion and little of it leaked into his demeanour at all, but it made him skittish, the notion of meeting the maker of the device, while exciting his curiosity on the one hand, seemed like … text/html 2024-07-27T13:55:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://sehto.pinkgothic.com/wiki/plot/n-sehla/2013-06-30-2?rev=1722088513&do=diff Mew had taken up temporary residence in his hair, curled up in the short tangles much like in a nest, dozing in a state approximating a nap. He didn't know what to make of that living omen. Terrible things happened while she watched, and she seemed all too eager about text/html 2024-07-27T13:55:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://sehto.pinkgothic.com/wiki/plot/n-sehla/2013-06-30?rev=1722088513&do=diff The next time Salt's perception coalesces into existence around and within him, timeless stasis dissipating just shy of an impression of never having happened in the first place, instinct of course is that he's been called out for another battle. The most obvious indicator of the change of scene is that he's no longer hurting - he remembers passing out a while ago, though the details a fuzzy in his memory beyond the sting of cold. The architecture looks familiar, though text/html 2024-07-27T13:55:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://sehto.pinkgothic.com/wiki/plot/n-sehla/2013-07-10?rev=1722088513&do=diff When the Parasect coalesces out of the crimson glow leaping from its pokéball, Tatenda and Jagdish are near the front of the cathedral, taking in the afternoon light through stained, colourful, but sun-bleached glass. A fine veil of dust lies in the air, making the slanted light visible. The pokémon is roughly a metre tall from ground up to the top of its doming mushroom, and fixes a curious, active gaze upon Tatenda almost immediately after appearing. A chitter in equal parts excited and curiou… text/html 2024-07-27T13:55:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://sehto.pinkgothic.com/wiki/plot/n-sehla/2013-07-16?rev=1722088513&do=diff ✘ WARNING: ADULT MATERIAL. As the night finally began its relentless, recurring consumption of the world around them, evening settling on the landscape and bringing silence and the creeping touch of a winter's night chill lapping at crevices, walls and windows. Even from within, text/html 2024-07-27T13:55:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://sehto.pinkgothic.com/wiki/plot/n-sehla/2013-08-24?rev=1722088513&do=diff It felt like his body was being lugged to its death, abstract, unspecific, but thick with the taste of a bland, unflattering reality. His fingers, on hands bound by their wrists behind him, scratched at the tiles, seeking purchase less out of practical desire and more out of petulance. His breath struggled against his chest, eyes tense, uncertain whether to squeeze shut to suit the strain of instinct or to stay open to glare at his captor. A thin spatter of dark spots framed his vision, ring of …