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Gonna throw up a CS once I figure out who to play. I've too many character choices for this, gdi.
Strangely enough, even though Staraptor is my signature Pokémon, only like two of my characters have it. 8P But then, I kinda like variety in the Pokémon I pick.
So I don't remember exactly how I'd planned that to go, but yeah. Something like that, I just want to get us moving again tbh. Feel free to struggle and fight as much as you want, evenifit'sgonnabeinvain. You'll learn more about the situation and the layout of the room in my next post.
Stella and Nerissa's reactions to the malfunctioning escalator and the attitude the guards showed when questioned couldn't have been more different; while the former accepted the sudden change in plans without question and went ahead to call an elevator for them (with Emil at her heels), the latter apparently decided that she hadn't caused Emil enough stress yet. With her heels clicking against the building's polished floor, the tallest of the three strode to the guards, only to be swiftly - and surprisingly roughly, seriously, who was these guys' supervisor? - aside. Which, subsequently, caused the guards to throw angry glares at both him and Stella as well, once they realized the three were a group. Emil looked away quickly, not wanting a reputation of a trouble maker. Sure, their behaviour did grate on his nerves as well, but he didn't particularly mind less physical work; he'd gotten his share for the day already. So, elevator it was.
"Guy's an ass. I was so close to checking the escalator out. Once we get downstairs, I guess we better take a look for ourselves," Nerissa grumbled as she reached them just in time for the elevator to reach their floor and open for them to step inside. Emil winced at her crude choice of words, even if he did agree with her sentiments, but he felt like reprimanding her on it would have less affect than a Pikachu's Spark against a Groudon. So, Emil merely stepped inside the elevator, quickly checking its mirror and brushing his hair straight before he turned around, settling to stand at the far back and waiting for the girls to follow.
"Best just let the matter be," Emil finally said when the doors closed, trapping the trio inside with a decisive clank. His arms were crossed once again as the elevator nudged to motion and started its slow descend towards the first floor. "We hardly have time to waste on such meaningless matters. Heading towards the next gym should be our top priority."
That's right, even if he'd beaten one Gym, he couldn't just rest on his laurels; he had to move on and keep his pace up if he ever wished to become a champion. Considering they were in Goldenrod at the moment, the next step should probably be either Ecruteak or Azalea. ... Which effectively meant that he'd either have to face ghosts or insects, neither of which sounded pleasant. The boy shuddered just from the thought of it. Perhaps they should go through the ruins to Violet City instead? He wanted to be better prepared before facing either of his worst fears in battle. Which reminded him, he should also get a move on when it came to catching Pokémon. Overture was strong, sure, but he wouldn't do with just one Pokémon forever. Then, what way should they go? Where should he do his first catch?
The elevator had one more floor to go, after which he'd probably have to decide.
"Hm, about our next step, I w-"
Before Emil could finish his sentence, the elevator suddenly shook violently enough to knock the trio off balance. The lights flickered and the elevator's speed accelerated, easily passing the second - and much to Emil's horror, the first - floor. He screamed, his voice most likely more feminine than whatever came out of the mouths of his companions, and didn't stop until the elevator came to a sudden stop upon reaching the basement. Emil gasped, holding onto the wall with his eyes wide and feet trembling.
"W-what in the w-worl-"
Once again the boy's sentence was cut short, this time by the elevator's door opening. Light poured into the pitch black car of the elevator, causing the teen to blink his eyes and bring one hand up to shield himself from the brightness - not that it would've lasted; before any of them could take a proper breather, a group of shady looking men pushed their way into the elevator to grab the trio and forcibly drag them outside into a room full of other dark-clad men and women, and what appeared to be their victims; a group of scared people all backed against the furthermost wall, stripped of their belongings and Pokémon. A group of Muk kept the people at bay, their slimy hands reaching for anyone who attempted to get away. The poison Pokémon had a foul smell so was awful, that Emil had half the mind to stop struggling just for the sake of protecting his nose from the stench. What was going on? Who were all these people? Were they... all trainers? Was this why the advertisers for the department store had been particularly pushy today throughout the city? Was this where the crowds of shoppers he'd seen earlier had gone to? Was this why the... escalator had-
"Tch, these ones have only got one each," one of the grunts struggling to subdue the girls and bring them to the group of earlier victims called out, apparently referring to their Pokémon. Emil's heart jumped. Were... were they really going to steal their Pokémon companions? Overture? No, they couldn't, he'd barely started his journey, he refused to be mugged by these murky-clad freaks, and he let it show by attempting to struggle free - to no avail, considering he had little physical strength to call his own. So, before he could so much as begin kicking and biting, he was already thrown roughly against the wall, his Pokéball and wallet taken.
Fourth time was the charm. This day was not a good one after all.
"Guy's an ass. I was so close to checking the escalator out. Once we get downstairs, I guess we better take a look for ourselves," Nerissa grumbled as she reached them just in time for the elevator to reach their floor and open for them to step inside. Emil winced at her crude choice of words, even if he did agree with her sentiments, but he felt like reprimanding her on it would have less affect than a Pikachu's Spark against a Groudon. So, Emil merely stepped inside the elevator, quickly checking its mirror and brushing his hair straight before he turned around, settling to stand at the far back and waiting for the girls to follow.
"Best just let the matter be," Emil finally said when the doors closed, trapping the trio inside with a decisive clank. His arms were crossed once again as the elevator nudged to motion and started its slow descend towards the first floor. "We hardly have time to waste on such meaningless matters. Heading towards the next gym should be our top priority."
That's right, even if he'd beaten one Gym, he couldn't just rest on his laurels; he had to move on and keep his pace up if he ever wished to become a champion. Considering they were in Goldenrod at the moment, the next step should probably be either Ecruteak or Azalea. ... Which effectively meant that he'd either have to face ghosts or insects, neither of which sounded pleasant. The boy shuddered just from the thought of it. Perhaps they should go through the ruins to Violet City instead? He wanted to be better prepared before facing either of his worst fears in battle. Which reminded him, he should also get a move on when it came to catching Pokémon. Overture was strong, sure, but he wouldn't do with just one Pokémon forever. Then, what way should they go? Where should he do his first catch?
The elevator had one more floor to go, after which he'd probably have to decide.
"Hm, about our next step, I w-"
Before Emil could finish his sentence, the elevator suddenly shook violently enough to knock the trio off balance. The lights flickered and the elevator's speed accelerated, easily passing the second - and much to Emil's horror, the first - floor. He screamed, his voice most likely more feminine than whatever came out of the mouths of his companions, and didn't stop until the elevator came to a sudden stop upon reaching the basement. Emil gasped, holding onto the wall with his eyes wide and feet trembling.
"W-what in the w-worl-"
Once again the boy's sentence was cut short, this time by the elevator's door opening. Light poured into the pitch black car of the elevator, causing the teen to blink his eyes and bring one hand up to shield himself from the brightness - not that it would've lasted; before any of them could take a proper breather, a group of shady looking men pushed their way into the elevator to grab the trio and forcibly drag them outside into a room full of other dark-clad men and women, and what appeared to be their victims; a group of scared people all backed against the furthermost wall, stripped of their belongings and Pokémon. A group of Muk kept the people at bay, their slimy hands reaching for anyone who attempted to get away. The poison Pokémon had a foul smell so was awful, that Emil had half the mind to stop struggling just for the sake of protecting his nose from the stench. What was going on? Who were all these people? Were they... all trainers? Was this why the advertisers for the department store had been particularly pushy today throughout the city? Was this where the crowds of shoppers he'd seen earlier had gone to? Was this why the... escalator had-
"Tch, these ones have only got one each," one of the grunts struggling to subdue the girls and bring them to the group of earlier victims called out, apparently referring to their Pokémon. Emil's heart jumped. Were... were they really going to steal their Pokémon companions? Overture? No, they couldn't, he'd barely started his journey, he refused to be mugged by these murky-clad freaks, and he let it show by attempting to struggle free - to no avail, considering he had little physical strength to call his own. So, before he could so much as begin kicking and biting, he was already thrown roughly against the wall, his Pokéball and wallet taken.
Fourth time was the charm. This day was not a good one after all.
Always up for Persona. Count me in.
Also hey Crim.
Also hey Crim.
Hey, hey, guys! Yeah, been a while. I've been kinda busy with travel and the like, and then at one point I forgot about this site, haa. But I should stick around the site more now.
I'll sent that PM, yush.
I'll sent that PM, yush.
Going to make a CS later as well, still stuck at school atm.
Interested!
Shush, the longest my rp reply's taken was 3 years. I'm still well on schedule.
Otaku95 said
Anyway, thanks to some 1×1s here, I've started rewatching "My Bride is a Mermaid". Definitely an enjoyable anime, if you like the main character constantly being attacked and threatened by his bride's yakuza father and his cronies.
Holy crap, someone else who actually knows this series? Das cool. Watched it years ago and used to love it. I remember laughing my ass off on every turn. Weirdly enough, I tried to watch a few select scenes of it a few weeks ago when showing it to my gf, but it didn't do anything for me anymore. I guess my tastes have changed, or it could be because I already knew the jokes and twists beforehand or... idk. But I remember it as an enjoyable series if you're into its humour, regardless. Should watch the OVA.
Also heard of Monogatari. Haven't seen it though.
I'm watching Kuroko no Basket at the moment, but in all honesty, I don't see the big deal with it. How the hell's this thing so popular?
Then again, I still don't get why Free! is popular either, so.
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