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2 mos ago
Current Descriptive cluster of the day: hail of visible yet non-alarming size
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3 mos ago
Does anybody else get really anxious about posts you've just made?
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7 mos ago
As someone who went to work at midnight for 8 hours, it is my privilege to drink at 9am.
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7 mos ago
I LIIIIIIIIVE! Who knew, all I needed was bath time.
9 mos ago
Yo. Gardeners that use hand tools are badasses.
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Guess I should write this thing, huh?

It's me, Citrus Arms. I'm 32 now, married, an aspiring indie game dev, as well as a hobbyist writer. Well, who here isn't one of those. I've been meaning to write a book, but that's a big project and I've yet to finish more than a chapter and a prologue. Plotting a whole book is hard work, man.

I'm open to 1x1s and group RPs, feel free to invite me to something. I'm also part of a discord RP server of an old friend.

My favorite genres are fantasy and space, and I've got an original Universe that blends the two together. It's a post-apocalypse galaxy on the way to recovery, so there's everything from straight fantasy worlds to post-apocalypse survival available within the setting. The universe recovers and grows stronger with unity and inner strength.

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She had some good tactics. Having a good team was such a satisfying feeling, but it was so much more than that. "I had a powerful ace when I went for the league. Naien, my Blaziken, knows Solar Beam. Set it up with Sunny Day and you're unstoppable."

"It'd be difficult to take away that unpredictability without making things boring." It let trainers focus more, and prevented boring matchups, largely. You wouldn't run into a normal-type trying to fight a ghost-type.

Ghost types were such a pain.

Then, she heard squawking. She hadn't seen Rapier in a while, either. Were there territorial birds here? It didn't take her long to spy the cloud if Spearow, with their Fearow in the center. "You gotta be kidding me. Pfff, aaah, hey, you haven't got anything to handle a cloud of birds, have you? Like... Thunderbolt or, uh..." Rapier was better for a good one-on-one, he couldn't handle a whole flock like this. He'd take that Fearow out in a flash, but...

"If not, we might have to, uh... Y'know. Get scarce." Oddly, she never really got her hands on a hard flying-type counter. An electric or rock type would be great. Maybe Umi could do something, though? But she'd need a lake or river or something, for the Lapras...
"So it's an old tradition? And a strict one. Hmph." The ranger already didn't appreciate the restrictions, especially since it went against her favored type. The classical elements, huh? Back when she was participating, she might have been able to put a team together, with the recent leniency. To think, they used to compete with single type pokemon! She wondered if there was a long-standing exception for rock/ground, or flying/normal.

"While the restriction is a challenge, it also limits what your opponent can do. It might be difficult to go from this league to another. Ghost trainers are tricky, for one thing." Even though she said that, single typers could be very powerful. The various promotional starter pokemon were usually very powerful, and many were single type.

"Does it have to be the primary type, or does the secondary type count, too? Though, I... Don't think my league team had any primary fighting types, actually. No, wait, Lucia is fighting first, steel second, that's right. I always get that reversed." She was wondering how much of her old team would have been allowed in this league. Then again, if she wanted to pull rank, would she even have to worry about that...?
And she hasn't been seen since. Oh dear... Calle, what are we to do?
Hey, as long as you're still here. I haven't been the fastest, either.
Looking back at it, I guess the pacing of that post came out weird. I think I'm still recovering from the awkwardness of writing the Onix.
Main Event. Bowling/Arcade/etc. I'm a technician, and I've been getting 9 and 10 hour shifts.
Long shifts are exhausting.
Type restrictions? Had she heard something about that before? It wasn't something she'd ever had to deal with, and somehow she felt grateful. It seemed like a stifling thing to her, but she could just be resisting change. There certainly was a particular deciding factor, though. That old trainer in her wanted to know if it was even worth her interest.

"Hey, you mentioned that before, didn't you. About your league. I think I picked up a brochure at the Pokemon Center," she slung her bag around from her bag to dig around in it "but I'd rather hear from a trainer's mouth. Your League sounds way different than what I'm used to," she pulled out the object of her search, closing her bag and slinging it back around so she for focus her eyes on reading, "what's this about type restrictions?"

Watching the battle reminded her of herself, in a way. Was she getting old? "You did well enough. Weedles don't have a lot of tricks, so you have to work with what you've got. You made good use of what Weedle can do. There is, though... Hmm... How do I say this..."

She started out like any other trainer, herself. Just catching what she wanted. It's how she got Rapier, and look. He still followed her around. Of course, she usually just let him fly around, so maybe he just likes being at her side. But, as she journeyed, her attitude slowly changed.

"It seemed like you might have been able to coax it into joining you, instead of having to battle it. It liked your compliment. Well, maybe it would have wanted to fight anyway, in the end."

"I mean, you do it however you want. It isn't my place to tell you your method of training is any better or worse than mine. That all comes out in the League. I just want to help you out."
Regan remained at the side for get battle. It was her battle to fight, after all. The traditional method of capture doing trainers. She felt compelled to offer advice just once, but withheld. Sarah let her concern for Weedle distract her from the fight. She took the time to check his wellbeing, but that only gave the Hoppip the chance to have another blow. It was fine for now, she had time to learn that lesson on her own. It was an important one, though.

A fine battle and a "good catch. Back to town it is." She got Rapier to lead them back to the nearest road, and let him fly around from there. She still remembered which way the town was.

"That was good work with your Weedle. I wasnt sure how it would go, with the type disadvantage. Hoppip is grass and flying, right? Once you had it tied down, though, that was it."
Oh, you wanted to know about where I was watching Dr Stone! I've got a Roku device I can get the Funimation app on.
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