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This Showers egg was received by Xennik on March 27th, 2005:
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Arianna Viadia opened the door to her one and only patient's room. It was time for his speech lesson, which it was her job to give him, but he had yet to come out of his room. She stopped in the doorway. Xennik Diagin sat at his window, gazing out into the rain, lost to this world. There was something about the melancholy peace of the moment that made Arianna decide against disturbing the man. She stepped out and quietly closed the door. The poor man, she thought, all alone in the world. Her heart went out to him.

Xennik's eyes were glazed as he stared out at the rain, not really seeing anything. The click of the door closing behind him brought him to his senses. He shifted in his chair, restless. Again he turned his attention to the rain pouring outside his window. Like another world, it was....So alive, so full. So unlike him. A world that he would never touch. So far, yet so close.

He put his hand to the window, spreading his fingers out. He could not feel the cool glass beneath his palm.

He gave a frustrated sigh and struggled to open the window. Finally, exhausted by the attempt, he managed ti slide it open. The cool rain gently peppered his exhausted body. He could only feel a few of the drops. Tears of helplessness came to his eyes and he thrust his arm out the window. The rain fell all around it, yet he could feel nothing. Oh, how he had once loved the rain! Especially in the spring, those short but violent storms, bringing quick relief to the sultry weather of spring. Of all the things Xennik Diagin missed about his old life was the feel of rain on his skin.

And that was when, hardly the size of a gumball, the tiny egg dropped into his open hand.
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About Showers

Generally rain showers are water falling in drops from vapor condensed in the atmosphere. Typically made up of fresh water, rain falls as precipitation from clouds. Showers fall intermittently over a small area. The rain from an individual shower can be heavy or light, but doesn't cover a large area or last more than an hour or so. In forecasts, showers usually implies that it will fall unsteadily over a short period of time.



Care of egg:

Keep it cool and wet as possible until it hatches.

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Name: Regen (Reh-gen)
Name Meaning: German for "Spring Showers"
Stage: LarvaPuff
Eye color: Black (?)
Hair color: None
Likes: Rain, spring showers, being wet and cold
Dislikes: Being in a soggy sock under a bed (don't ask), hot or dry weather, droughts, donuts
Personality: Very cute, loving, and is known to have violent temper-tantrums, boughts of goodwill, and other emotions, with hardly any reason at all, only to have it wear off five minutes later. Really keeps Xennik on his toes.
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Out Of Character:

I finally had the time, courage, and money to enter the first spring flatsale, and won!

This was my entry:


Your name: Xennik Droid (roleplaying character's name is Xennik "Droid" Gray Diagin)
The date: March 23 - 24, 2005
Why you want a Wethkin: Why wouldn't I? They are beautifully colored, very original, and, as far as I have seen, beautifully drawn. I also love the fact that they do not require roleplaying, as sometimes I have very little time. I have loved the Wethkin since they were first introduced to Gaia and would love to own one of my own. They're so beautiful.
What type for this season are you interested in most and why: I really don't care. I would love any type of Wethkin from any season. I'm not a picky person. But since you probably want a straight out answer, I guess I'd prefer the Falling Petals.

RP Situation -

2. With Easter coming up, you set out to get the one you love a beautiful Easter lily plant but the local florist seems to be all out when you walk down to get one. Discouraged and crestfallen you walk home, accidentally turning onto a street you haven't noticed before. Looking around as you reach the end of the street, you notice a massive garden in front of a tiny house. There is a small sign on the gate "Ms. Nisbit - Charms, Potions & Witchery".....

Your Responce to the situation (in formal style narritive RP please, the longer is better but there is now a 600 word limit :3 ):

"Ye-es!" I cried in exasperation, "I promise I wo-on't go near the 'fil-ilthy marketplace'! Is it too much to ask to get...get a little a-air?" I demanded, angry. I was, as usual, stuttering, and I could tell that Tutor Temple (my Walking/Physical Therapist) and Nurse Jiora were not happy about it. But I was desperate. I had to get some air, or I was likely to shrivel up and die anyway, despite their attempts at preventing that.

"Mr. Diagin," Nurse Jiora said in that I'm-so-superior tone of hers, "I'm not sure this is a good idea. What if you go into spasms, without anyone there with you? The world is a cruel place..."

"I-I..I know!" I shouted, tightening my grip on my cane, "I, of a-all people...people, should know tha-at!" I forced myself to calm down, steadied my breathing, then continued with a new resolve, "No-ow, I a-am LEAVING. Send so-umone after me, i-if you must, but if I don't ge-et out o-of here, I'm go-oing to go insane! I-it seems to run in the family!" The two women winced. I spun around and hobbled out of the room.

For three long years I had struggled through rehabilitation, fighting a seemingly endless battle against all odds. It seemed an eternity ago that I had had any freedom at all.

My first breath of fresh air in six months was pure bliss. It was spring, almost Easter, and flowers were blooming everywhere on the carefully tended gardens of my 'home' (obviously not tended by me.).Despite myself, I felt a smile tugging at my lips. I wouldn't go into the marketplace, just to the closest floral shop. Perhaps I would buy Vael some Easter lilies. I had heard that they were gorgeous, though I hadn't seen any flowers but the occasional rose in almost two years. Vael, one of my few and scarce friends, loved flowers.

But they were out.

I was beginning to get tired. I would have to go back home empty-handed. I sighed, but stuck with my plan as I imagined what Dr. Baron's reaction would be if I were to faint in the middle of the road.

I wouldn't be in much danger. One of my bodyguards, you might call them, was following me, very pathetically disguised. But Dr. Baron was a man to be feared, and I didn't want to press my luck with him. Leaning heavily on my cane, I stumbled away.

I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. I didn't remember this street...

I reached the end of the side-street and looked around, hoping to spot a familiar landmark and praying that I wasn't lost. I noticed a small house completely surrounded by a gargantuan garden. There was a small sign on the gate proclaiming;

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I rose a surprised eyebrow (I only had one to raise) and turned to leave. I didn't trust magic. But then I stopped, a bit of my old stubbornness coming back to me. I was going to get Vael those flowers.

The gate creaked a little as I opened it. I was immediately bombarded by the sweet scent of hundreds of flowers. Natural perfume, not like the far-too-powerful artificial stuff that some of the nurses and tutors wore back 'home'. The beautiful scent of natural flowers.

One particular scent caught my attention. I turned and saw a small sign, telling me that they were "Easter lilies". I sucked in a breath of surprised delight. They were beautiful flowers. Pretty.

"I see you like the Easter lilies," a voice interrupted my thoughts. I jumped and spun around.

"I-I..I'm so-"

"Oh, no," the wizened old lady shook her hand at me, "There's no need to apologize. Everyone likes Easter lilies. But -- my! You're so pale! Don't you ever get any sunshine, child?"

"No." I answered bluntly.

"Ah, well then, Easter lilies would be appealing to you. They have the most alluring scent, wouldn't you agree?"

"Ye-es, they do." she looked at me strangely as I stuttered. I sighed. "I-I'm sorry. I'm wa-asting your tim...ime. I...I ha-ad b-b-better ge-et...home."

"Yes, yes, I'm sure they're expecting you back soon, Xennik, dear. But, before you go," she bent over and picked a bunch of the Easter lilies, handing them to me. "Take these with you, free of charge. You need something to remind you that it's spring."

I nodded and turned to leave, before realizing that she had known my name without my telling it to her. I turned around again, but the woman was already gone.

"Tha-ank you." I murmured into the silence of her garden, clutching the lilies close.


I went 175 words over the limit, but, toward the end of the flatsale Pika-bunny allowed all the contestants to pass the word limit, as long as their entries didn't exceed two pages.


In Character:

Read the first post.
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Xennik "Droid" Gray Diagin Xennik Diagin was once a bodyguard, but now, after a rockslide left him worse than dead, lives in a large mansion with over 200 doctors and scientists surrounding him twenty-four/seven. He is a man of average height, black hair, extremely pale and unhealthy skin, and a single blue eye (the other is glass and completely blank). He is 24 years old, and still recuperating from the rockslide that he miraculously survived. His attitude is sour and negative, with a mixture of self-pity and sarcasm. His skin has somewhat begun to regrow over his half-metal replacement bones, so only a large patch on his forehead, where his eyebrow should be, and several patches on his chest and arms, reveal his "Droid-ness". He stutters uncontrollably when he speaks, due to his awkward half-metal jaw and uses a cane to help him walk.
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April 8, 2005
Regen hatched!


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March 27, 2005
I won beautiful Regen in the first spring flatsale. She's the first Showers egg ever.




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Regen as an egg, the size of an average marble. March 27 - ?????
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The Spritkin (also known as the Menace Blobs, the Trio of Terror, and the Three Stooges) were given to Xennik by an anonymous secret admirer for Valentine's Day.


Presto

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Name: Presto (Press-toe)
Nicknames: Pressy, Sto, Essto, Pre
Type: Sugar Gummy
Personality: Mischievious, cunning, but sweet, loves attention and being doted over

Assai

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Name: Assai (Uhs-I)
Nicknames: Sai
Type: Cinnamon
Personality: Wicked, mischievious, sly

Vivace

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Name: Vivace (Vi-vah-see)
Nicknames: Viva, Ace, Vace, Vi, Via
Type: Chocolate foil
Personaltiy: Sweet, quiet, a follower


Will there be others...? Perhaps. It's all up to Pika-bunny. >>
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The following people are allowed by me to post in this journal. If you are not on this list, then you don't have my permission to post in this thread, and I will ask Pika-bunny to erase your post(s).

  • Xennik
  • Pika-bunny


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Spritkin, Wethkin, banners, Wethkin and Spritkin art, and concept copywrite Pika-bunny. Use of any of these materials without express permission from her is punishable by law. (a.k.a. Art theft is a CRIME) Xennik is my character. You MAY NOT use him, or anything having to do with him (Project Live Again, characters, concept, names, etc.) without my permission.



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"Ouch!" Xennik cried, clutching his stomach as a whirlwind of spritkin attacked. He tried to shove the three terrors away from him, but they were relentless.

"A-alright, alri-ight," he mumbled, groggily blinking the sleep from his eyes. "Wh-ut dyo-o you want?"

Viva trilled, Assai bit his finger, and Presto flew over to his dresser, its little wings flapping like a hummingbird's. It landed beside the tiny egg and whistled indignantly.

"Wha-ut did I...I do wron-ong this time...ime?" he muttered, not even bothering to look over as he sat up, knocking Vivace off of his stomach. The little spritkin gave an angry SWEEE! and joined Presto, its flight a little awkward compared to Presto's agility. Assai continued to cling to his finger by its teeth.

Xennik stood up, shaking Assai off his hand and onto his dresser, and pulled some pants on under his night shirt.

The now desperate trills of his small companions finally got him to turn his gaze toward the tiny egg on his dresser. His heart gave a quick lurch. It was shriveled....uglier and nowhere near as glossy and beautiful as he had found it the night before, when it had dropped into his hand like a blessing from above.

"Shoot." he muttered, gently touching the egg. It felt like a fragile glass ornament, that he knew he was about to break at any moment.

Almost panicking, he stumbled toward the small intercom button in his room. They had the intercom to his room seperate from the rest of the system, so that paging a nurse across the hospital wouldn't disturb him. But whenever he needed something, all he had to do was page the secretary and it would immediately be sent to him.

He tried to think as he pressed the button. The egg had felt so cool, so wet the night before....what would he need to keep it that way?

"Can I help you, Mr. Diagin?" The secretary's voice filled the room.

"Yes! I-I-I...I need a...a-a gluh-glass of wa-ater. Wi-! With ice." he stammered.

There was a pause. And then. "Yes, Sir. It would be brought to you in a moment. Are feeling ill?"

"O-only thirsty." he reassured her, then took his finger off of the intercom button, ending their conversation.

He nearly slapped himself. He was so stupid! He had a sink in the bathroom attatched to his room, his own personal bathroom. And he was never without a cup. He sighed. He had quite an excuse for being scatter-brained, but it still pained him whenever he was.

Now somebody was going to come. He didn't want to see anyone. He had locked himself in his room the previous day for a reason. Yesterday had been the twelfth anniversary of his father and brother's deaths. If anyone saw him now, they'd go crazy. He looked sick.

And they'd see the egg.

For some reason, he couldn't stand that thought. If they saw the little egg, they'd take it away from him, he was sure of it. It had come from the Outside World. It was dangerous, it could have any number of illness-spreading germs on it.

The thought of losing the little egg was almost as bad, suddenly, as the memory of his beloved father and sibling's deaths. He couldn't lose that egg.
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"Term!" Xennik cried as he dashed/stumbled toward his bedside table. He grabbed a sock off of his bed and stuffed the little egg into it, silently begging for forgiveness.

Terminator2000 opened his eyes slowly, then jumped to his feet, wagging his stub of a tail, and awaiting an order.

"Hi-ide this!" His master ordered, tossing the damp sock at him. The "dog" caught it mid-air and dashed under the bed, proud to be of assisstance to his master, just as the door opened.

"Here is a glass of ice water for you, Mr. Diagin." a friendly nurse said with a smile, placing the cup on the bedside table. "Is something wrong?"

"O-oh, no! No-ot at all! I-I-I'm fine!" Xennik said loudly, sitting on the bed and blocking the nurse's veiw of the dog with his legs.

"Are you sure...? You look depressed."

"Oh, no! I-I ju-ust over-slept, i-is all!"
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Xennik sighed, partly in relief and partly in exhasperation, as he untangled the little egg from what remained of the sock and dropped it into the glass of water. The egg sunk half way and stayed there, as if it were floating in a womb. Almost immediately, it regained some of its color. At least he was doing something right.

At least, he hoped he was doing something right.

At least the menace blobs approve, he thought dully, shaking his hand a little as the three terrors, now bored of the egg, attacked it.

Exhausted, and hating himself because of it, Xennik cradled the three sprites in his hand and dropped them into their makeshift home - a fish bowl with a wire top, filled with random scraps of cloth, a few sweets, and a water bottle meant for gerbils. He managed to secure the lid before the three realized that they were being put down for a nap.

Depressed, he returned to his bed and sat down, staring at the little egg. It looked so defenseless. He put a finger up to the glass thoughtfully.He would protect this little egg. He would raise whatever hatched from it with fervor, no matter what it was. He would care for this little egg as he had cared for nothing and no one in over twelve years. And, somehow, protecting this egg with all his might, somehow, it would make up for all of the mistakes he had made before.

Somehow.
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April 8, 2005

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I woke this morning to find my room illuminated in a bluish-green light. Groggilly, I rubbed at my eyes before realizing that the glow was coming from the cup on my bed-side table. I gaped as, before my eyes, a little tiny creature wriggled its way out of a glowing egg.

When it had freed itself, it flapped miniscule little wings and rose out of the cup. It blinked blearilly at me.

"Pyooo...?" It said in the sweetest little voice I had ever heard. I instantly fell in love with it.

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I have decided to call her Regen, meaning Spring Showers in German. I'm pretty sure that it...whatever it is - is genderless, but it seems to like being considered a female.

She's so cute.
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April 9, 2005

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Dear Diary,

Okay, so maybe I over-reacted just a little bit. I'm slightly over my infatuation of Regen. I just spent the last five hours cleaning up after her. But she can't really help the fact that she's always wet.

And now, on top of that, she has to be cold, as well. Luckilly, my room is pretty cool (Maybe sweating will rust me), so she can explore away from her cup for awhile.

But, man, they're so cute. Regen and the Terrible Three. She's slightly larger than they are, and a little more laid-back and calm (thank goodness!), but, besides that, they're awfully alike.

I need to find something for her to eat.

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