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Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of the Void

The only real problem with mine is that using the 3G and taking the time to type drains my battery. Plus for some reason the auto correct will occasionally throw a fit and make up words which makes it temporarily impossible to type.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of the Void

Mentioning here that I'm going to be away from home for the Easter weekend. I think I'll still have internet but it'll be on my phone so posting is a little more difficult.

Also darkness is a good thing.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of the Void

"Right, okay!" Xeno shouted back, watching as the swablu switched targets once he left it be. For a moment the sableye's eye's failed to find a nearby pokemon that wasn't flying, though one quickly found him as he received a Fake Out in the back of his head.

It didn't hurt though, and Xeno only stumbled forward before looking behind him to see a Tyrogue looking somewhat confused and displeased. "Was- was that meant to hurt?" Xeno asked, touching the back of his head where the move had contacted. "It was," the Tyrogue began, a glint appearing behind it's eye as it used foresight, "and now it should." With force the Tyrogue tried Fake Out again, it's open palm hitting Xeno square in the chest which caused him to stumble back and flinch. While he was vulnerable the Tyrogue followed up with a tackle, knocking Xeno to the ground and eliciting a short fit of laughter.

Unhappily, Xeno pulled himself up and began readying for his aggressor, focusing his mental energy into a Zen Headbutt. His skull felt heavy, giving the impression that he'd been knocked dizzy as he stood up. Obviously feeling cocky now the Tyrogue rushed forward to use tackle again, but before it could properly connect Xeno swung his head forward to connect his own attack. The strike had been unexpected by the Tyrogue, meaning it was all the more devastating as it's legs buckled and it flew back a short distance. "Good, Arceus- that hurt!" it shouted, obviously in a great deal of pain as it clutched it's head and kicked it's feet. All Xeno did was smirk, feeling accomplished as he looked about to be sure nobody else would try to attack him.

The Dust

Same here; I figured you were already working on one. Take your time :).

The Dust

There we go, I'm current and near something that's happening. I've stayed passive just in case to avoid interrupting anything, and I can leave with a snap of the fingers :)

The Dust

One Day Ago

"Let me tell you, a story, that happened long ago. It's a tale as old as time itself, from a place few men dare to go. The young kings, the rulers, of times long gone by. They held the key life- but their greed would swallow the good, and soon their people would die," Ivan sung, his head swimming in the lyrics of yet another story that he'd come to know by heart. His skull boiled and flesh stung underneath his wrappings, the lone man marching across a flat sheet of shattered earth.

The clay ground beneath his feet crumbled lightly with each step, sunlight roasting the almost white earth to try and blind anyone looking out on it too long. All Ivan could see was the ground though; unaware of the light overhead as his only indication that it was day was the sizzling he could feel on his head. Still he marched though, his song diluting reality as thought retracted from the pain of the real world. Dust began to pick up around his feet, trailing behind him and clinging to his clothing like Ivan possessed a static cling.

It had been at least two days since leaving Forbes, and Ivan wasn't sure how far he'd gone any longer, his only solid knowledge being that he was heading Northeast. Depending on his luck he'd reach Laguna or Russel City in about a day's time, with the worst case scenario being he hit Mount Nike and had to trek around it to get to Dresden. Whatever happened though, in at least about a day there'd be enough loose material for Ivan to utilize and move faster through the desert as he had learned the terrain maps quite well since they affected how he moved from place to place. Desert flats were preferably avoided though he'd made an exception this time, as it had been more than a year since he'd visited the North of Dust and wanted to head that way again. So he kept marching, stopping only once to drink from one of the many plastic water bottles he kept in his bag.

Now

The terrain had changed some time last night, and with renewed energy Ivan was rolling through the desert on a mound of dirt and pebbles. The hot material worked it's way into every space between his clothing, a cloud of dust kicking up behind him as Ivan willed the little hill to move faster. The terrain change had told him he'd missed Laguna, though he could care less as it was more out of the way than any of his other rest stops. Most of his food was gone at this point, and water was running low but Ivan reassured himself he'd reach a city soon. He had about enough currency to buy himself a drink or two at a bar depending on how much they charged, and that thought alone pushed him to keep going.

Then the usual silence of the desert broke, and like jumping off a skateboard Ivan quickly brought his legs up to speed while the dust around his legs dispersed. It was an engine, and not too far off at that, which prompted Ivan to quickly find higher ground and figure out where they were in order to avoid them. Bandits roved the wastelands, and wouldn't think twice about trying to rob him, so with defense in mind Ivan loaded his rocket launcher but kept it on his back. Quickly he climbed the nearest ridge and looked around, low to the ground in hopes of avoiding being seen by anyone. The colour of his clothing often helped Ivan blend with the environment, plus it helped that the dirt in the area clung to him like lint on a sock.

Hooded eyes scanning the expanse of desert, Ivan quickly identified the source of the noise and watched as the dirty outline of a vehicle roared across the earth. Whoever was inside had a great sense of urgency, and it's sudden crash frightened him to no end. There had been nothing to stop the vehicle that Ivan could see, but after trying to make out more detail he believed he could see what must have been a bike. This is none of my business, he thought as the aftermath of the crash made things easier to see. Whatever had happened was their own problem, and Ivan was preparing to slide back down the ridge and alter his course to head towards where the truck had come from. Chances were it got out of the city, meaning perhaps Ivan was closer than he'd hoped for, but before he left the sound of shouting drew him back to the scene.

Something was happening, and it didn't seem to be very pleasant, though Ivan could only guess what was going on since whoever was there wasn't dirty enough to be seen from a distance. He couldn't hear their words either, recognizing only distressed shouts, and somewhat fearfully the man slunk down the hill a little more to avoid being seen. There was a conflict of some sort, the truck was ripped apart and it's pieces hung in the air, and it was then he realized that whatever was happening must be immortal related. It had been too long since he'd met another like him, and perhaps, he pondered, it's with good reason. So all he could do, much to his dismay, was watch and hope things settled down enough that he could get closer to inspect. If it turned out they were all dead when he got down there so be it, but it was better than risking being noticed by trying to see better.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of the Void

Those zeros hurt my eyes. I saw the ancients within them; their power being passed onto me...

The Dust

I uh, don't have much to say other than 'sorry, bud' :/.

Things happen, shit hits fans, and it hurts when someone who became part of your life leaves. Hope you're feeling alright, and remember it will get better :)

The Dust

So I'll just ask again before I start properly formulating a current IC post; anyone out there RPing alone? It's a little hard to tell with the collab posts.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of the Void

Glad that something was happening, Xeno grinned and followed after the rest of his team. He'd begun to feel a bit more confident about what he was doing now, and after being taken to where they were lead he stood a bit taller than normal to try and look sure of himself to who he understood was the enemy.

His visage shattered though at the sound of the conch horn, and he crouched down defensively as his head swiveled around in both caution and panic. Several pokemon had seemingly come from nowhere, and after a quick glance towards Anthony, Xeno took it as a cue for his next course of action. From the panic still left in him the sableye let out it's best war cry, born of equal parts panic and confusion as he charged towards the nearest foe he could find. A fair number of the pokemon it seemed were capable of flight though, and all Xeno could think to do was start chasing one of the swablu that had appeared. Sableye could jump high, sure, but that didn't change how easy it was for the swablu to avoid his attacks.