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Harukoko has a minion!

Kiwi the Floraffe

Harukoko
Legacy Name: Harukoko

The

Glade Popoko
Owner:

Hyacinth

Age: 8 years, 11 months, 6 days

Born: May 19th, 2015

Adopted: 8 years, 11 months, 6 days ago

Adopted: May 19th, 2015

Statistics

Level: 47
Strength: 67
Defense: 63
Speed: 95
Health: 75
HP: 73/75
Intelligence: 41
Books Read: 29
Food Eaten: 160
Job: Weapons Expert

...gosh I was on a roll and now I'm not feeling up to continuing this at the moment oof. I really do plan to write this correctly in the future, but all this wonky coding and those errors I made omfg. It's so long what is this... I might do some linking thing because this might as well be some form of a short novel lol. Anyway, by this time, it's a past Subeta (I don't know exactly where, and it -could- be the place you're thinking of, but I'm not sure) where pets already exist. Then again, if pets have always existed in the world of Subeta, someone can tell me or I'll check up on it in the future haha. Oh, but I haven't gotten to that part yet, though. I was going to add how a certain someone catches their eye on a couple Popoko (even if they originate from Atebus, they already departed from there in this), but yep have not included that in yet. As for profile coding, I'll get to that sooner or later.

Before I even start, Haruko, the human girl mentioned later is not Harukoko; youâ€™ll see what I mean (no, sheâ€™s not the other person introduced with her, either).
Harukoko never heard it, but a few people who held her dear would. Throughout their lives, even if only a few times, would hear it. "One day, one day I'll be able to meet you again. Please wait for me..." It was a strange phenomenon; why would they hear this whenever they were only around her? Why could she not hear it herself? The voice would never be loud, even if it was moderately above a hush, some would put it off as imagination. ...but you cannot possibly do that when it would reoccur again and again within the span of a few years. It wasnâ€™t often, but when something like this happens every two to three years when asked, Harukoko would have absolutely no clue of what they were talking about. It couldnâ€™t have been amnesia for she has an uncanny memory of her toddler years. She even uncannily remember her years as an infant. Could it have been suppressed trauma pertaining to memories? Well let us tell you this not tall tale for it surely did happen. Who are we, you ask. We shall tell you once you know of not Haruâ€™s tragedy, butâ€¦ of others. You will see why this child is so important to this ordeal.

There was once a very bright young human girl and a rare sort of witch. At this time, most witches were good-natured, but this one was not. Mayu was the rare kind of bad witch, yet she was in love with Haruko, so in love that she even planned (in her warped kind of sense) to curse any who the girl would love romantically. ...but unfortunately for Mayu, even this not good-natured witch could not bear Haruko to have her forcibly love herself. Mayu was only nearly a year younger than Haruko. If a certain boy, Naoki, had not appeared... perhaps both him and Mayu would not have despaired. In fact, even as she was saddened over Haruko not falling in love with her, she was still content in just observing when she could. The certain day Mayu met Haruko was when she was sixteen and the other, seventeen. The witch had fallen in love with Haruko one late afternoon many years ago...
Out of a thicket of trees, a girl of average height stumbled and rolled. She succeeded in stopping, got up, and huffed at a moderate volume, but it had a very irritated tone. She patted off her skirt and shorts combo for dust, scoffing a bit. Ah yes this girl was a pretty haughty individual. Her cheeks were somewhat flushed, but the color faded even before she looked left and right, proceeding to look straight across. Indeed, a of average height, but she looked so petite that there would be some surprised to know that she is taller than she seems. Her face was of a still irritated, probably bratty girl from the expression she was giving off. Her attire was of many colors, but they were dreary and dark colors; just the way she liked it. This girl thought of bold and daring colors like bright red and oranges were overly brash, over the top, for garnering attention, and stupid. She liked gritty greens, adored dreary purples and blues, but she also thought black was overused in her big group of the bad witches. Her hair, quite a dark blue, and her clothes from the top to bottom were green, blue, and purple. A blended mix of colors. Her hair was in an appealing style, somewhat spiked out nicely, a decent portion of her hair at a side combined with a bun. A skin tone that was neither pale or dark, a set of fairly piercing eyes that gave off a sheen, even though there was barely any moonlight. At this time, this girl was Mayu, a young witch among the group of bad witches. Yes, there were a good amount of witches who adored black, butâ€¦ there would also be a good amount of good witches who also adored the color. There would be good and bad witches with edgy personalities, good and bad witches who were shy. In fact, she knew of a couple witches in her group who would dress in pure, glowing white, but could be the most bad-natured of all. These witches were powerful, but they were too clever to just run amok even if they could. There were rumors of priests planning to come to their area, anyway. Those witches were those that cleverly plan in wait until they could unleash hell on the world. Oh, but not Mayu- she wished to find victims head on. To see if she had the power to murder someone, curse someone forever, or say something like, "The quieter you are, the less painful your death will be." Mayu maliciously giggled at the thought of her plans, eyes closed cheerily with her hand over the right of her chin, grinning a bit. "That's enough staring and thinking!" is what she thought to herself. She rushed forward in a dash with good running form. ...there was a reason why she did not soar to her goal.
The next day, in the afternoon, was another girl. Of course, this girl was Haruko, who was seventeen at the time. She was carefully doing the laundry- as in to not ruin fragile garments, but she put in more force when she had to. She scrubbed a top downward, soap bubbling up some more, than upward. Rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat. This girl was definitely not a noble, but from the condition and slightly intricate details of her clothes you could tell that she was not a mere servant, either. There werenâ€™t many piles of laundry to be done, but there was enough. If Haruko finished, it would be hours later around the time the sun would set. Yet it was alright with her as she felt blessed to be living her as she did. A spacious mansion with more than one fairly big sized pond with a good amount of fish, and many rooms, even if they were all occupied. Her parents were lucky to have made friends with a couple that were higher ups. Even before her parentsâ€™ generation was a couple, her grandparents who were met by two more well-off children. Those childrenâ€™s parents were the genuinely kind sort to wanted to help those less fortunate of the land. ...and so the cycle would continue with parents guiding their child or children to do the same. This also meant through good judgment and discipline, Harukoâ€™s life would not be in poverty or something of that sort. Of course, as willing as the family who took them in are, no one was too easily trusted. If anything, they were cautious and not very trusting if at all. It may seem cold-hearted, but this way there were rarely those who had ulterior motives. However, because of this, the new residents would be too good-natured as they would often insist to help out in doing work. The family would insist otherwise themselves, but they wouldnâ€™t be swayed. To this there was an agreement that they would both do chores and errands of the like. The issue would be that being of higher class, they would have to attend meetings out of the area.