Oh man, I have some catching up to do, it seems. Brb reading the thread for stuff.
Either way though, I approve of this awkward crush on Ren idea! 8D Zahira can't be the only one developing those all over the place, after all!
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It'll be fun when he realizes the Igglypuff he has is male too. And that it probably idolizes Andre. And that it would love to be buddies with all the girls around |D
Actually, yeah, I think my friend played that one too, huh. I should try it, see how the game's like.
Actually, yeah, I think my friend played that one too, huh. I should try it, see how the game's like.
The confusion the girl had shown for a moment had almost pulled the smile from the demon's face, but once she smiled, it returned twice as wide. He knew she'd be happy to give him one! And once she did, nothing would separate them anymore. Hmm, now he just needed to find a sleeping place in this house, since it was to be his home as well. The sofa had been exceptionally comfortable... he wouldn't mind sleeping there. Oh, and once he got his name, he'd need to add it to the mailbox and door! And get his stuff move in. He was already getting all kiddy over this!
The demon leaned in, expectant, excited, as he waited for the girl to come up with a name. If he'd been in his demon form and still had his tail, he would have surely wagged it - and probably destroyed half the decor. Hm. In the end, the girl finally came up with a name, "Orson". It wasn't one the demon had ever heard before, but it sounded like a unique strong name. He liked it. He especially liked it since it was given by her and all. So, the demon closed his eyes and grinned, pouncing into another bone-crushing hug.
"Yes, it's perfect!" He exclaimed, happy. "So from now on, this is Frankie and Orson's house~ I promise to protect it the best I can!" His voice drew into a quiet mumble as he continued: "Starting from those pesky salesmen..." He glanced back up, all smiled and happiness again. "So don't worry 'bout a thing, okay~?"
The demon leaned in, expectant, excited, as he waited for the girl to come up with a name. If he'd been in his demon form and still had his tail, he would have surely wagged it - and probably destroyed half the decor. Hm. In the end, the girl finally came up with a name, "Orson". It wasn't one the demon had ever heard before, but it sounded like a unique strong name. He liked it. He especially liked it since it was given by her and all. So, the demon closed his eyes and grinned, pouncing into another bone-crushing hug.
"Yes, it's perfect!" He exclaimed, happy. "So from now on, this is Frankie and Orson's house~ I promise to protect it the best I can!" His voice drew into a quiet mumble as he continued: "Starting from those pesky salesmen..." He glanced back up, all smiled and happiness again. "So don't worry 'bout a thing, okay~?"
Yeah, that works too!
Posted~ 8D That was fun to write. This is why I love playing assholes; it's fun to get them in trouble.
And that good, huh. I heard that it was a pretty long game, especially if you wanted to get 100%. Maybe I'll pick it up once I get this magical thing called money, hrm.
... There's a demo?
And that good, huh. I heard that it was a pretty long game, especially if you wanted to get 100%. Maybe I'll pick it up once I get this magical thing called money, hrm.
... There's a demo?
As expected, leather-face did reply to his taunt, after all. Sigur almost grinned. Now that the whole smooching fiasco was kind of over with, he found himself almost enjoying this little battle of words they were having. Sure gave him something to do, and pulled his thoughts away from the embarrassment of earlier. That, and it almost made him forget there was still a pink blob holding onto his shin and rubbing itself against his jeans so hard he feared it'd cause a hole. Almost
Either way, the guy went ahead to call him a child - with what, there being like one year between the two? Two years? - and then proceeded to suggest a Pokémon battle. Oh yeah, like Ms. Bubblegum on his leg could do anything useful in a battle. It didn't even know how to stand on its own two fucking legs.
At the thought, Sigur gave his leg another hopeful flick. No use. Figured. Did it even have legs?
The guy continued, ending up backing away from the Pokémon battle as well, with the excuse that he'd use his loss as a means to try and change his Pokémon. Truth be told, Sigur hadn't even thought of that, but now that he heard it, he sure wish he had. Goddamnit. Too late now.
Or wait, was it? Maybe he could still change the other's mind. Well, it didn't hurt to try, at least. He just needed to not sound desperate, and that didn't sound too difficult a task. Alright, project Please Let Me Change My Fucking Critter to Something Less Embarrassing was a go.
So, with a cocky grin, Sigur crossed his arms and tilted his head.
"Yeah, sure, that's your reason," he taunted, tone mocking and the slightest bit amused. Inside, though, the man was pretty much screaming 'just fucking battle me already goddamnit don't make this so difficult'. "If you're so sure that the old prof'd say no again, why're you backing away from the fight anyway? Scared? Intimidated by this 'child' and his pink bra-filling of a Pokémon? Well aren't we got a champion in the making here."
He had barely had the time to finish when the loud shouting voice of some chick grabbed Sigur's attention rather violently. He turned his head, one hand on his ear and face in an annoyed scowl. Who the fuck shouted like that in a small room like this? And wait, what'd she called him again? ... The guy hadn't... really left a stain, had he?
As if by some morbid reflex, Sigur's fingers slid from his ear to feel his cheek. Just... in case.
"I suggest you apologize before you get hurt."
Oh? And exactly what was this girl, half a head shorter than him, going to hurt him wi-
HOLY SHIT A SWORD!
Sigur jumped back out of whatever reflex it was that commandeered the human brain in case of a 'threatened-by-a-fucking-cursed-sword-in-the-face' scenario, and almost choked on the multitude of words and gasps that tried to make their way out of his throat all at once.
Yeah, he had been threatened before, by fists, batons, Pokémon, cars, and he could faintly recall one incident where a guy he pissed off had swung around a two-by-four (so fucking with the guy building your house might not have been the smartest choice, sue him), but never before had he faced a goddamn sword. It was the exact same one he'd seen before and sworn to stay away from, too. He had called it again. That was it, fuck you and goodbye Pokémon training, hello Madam Sigur's Peek into the Future. Success in two months, give or take a few days. He'd become a sensation.
If he lived this.
"Hey, hey, whoa,," he began once he believed his voice was steady enough to hold his tone that of disbelief and, despite the situation, mockery. His hands were held on the level of his face, just between the Pokémon and himself, and he had just taken a long enough breath to be able to continue, when Prince Fabulous had ridden in to the rescue.
What he said basically amounted to 'let's not threaten each other when we can be friends and hold hands and ride into the sunset together instead'. Basically. With some creative freedom added. Sigur was just about to growl that he could be threatened by a fucking horde of axes and still wouldn't need help from a guy like him, when the dude turned to face him - way too close for comfort goddamnit - and, after assuring him a kiss between friends was no big deal, gave him a wink.
Sigur's eye twitched.
"Just... kill me now."
Suddenly remembering there was an actual sword and a girl probably crazy enough to grant his wish, he jumped a bit further away and then snapped a glare at her. "And in case your brain missed the train; that was a joke. You can stop manhandling the fucking sword now - you've enough time to abuse it and use it as a dildo and whatever else your little heart desires to once you start your oh-so-wonderful journey of animal - or object or whatever that thing is - abuse. Meanwhile, hold your fucking horses."
"Iggly, ig, lyyy-yh!" He suddenly heard from somewhere around his waist-level. Looking down, his 'starter' had climbed its way up to his stomach by now, and continued to very painstakingly climb up his shirt until it managed to get its puffy behind hoisted up on his shoulder. Once there, it turned to face the sword and the girl, starting to swing around its tiny arms, big eyes filled with tears as if asking the girl to stop bullying its trainer. Sigur brought a hand to his face.
First he got saved by a homo and then by a spoonful of dessert jelly.
Yeah, this was shaping out to be an awesome journey alright.
Either way, the guy went ahead to call him a child - with what, there being like one year between the two? Two years? - and then proceeded to suggest a Pokémon battle. Oh yeah, like Ms. Bubblegum on his leg could do anything useful in a battle. It didn't even know how to stand on its own two fucking legs.
At the thought, Sigur gave his leg another hopeful flick. No use. Figured. Did it even have legs?
The guy continued, ending up backing away from the Pokémon battle as well, with the excuse that he'd use his loss as a means to try and change his Pokémon. Truth be told, Sigur hadn't even thought of that, but now that he heard it, he sure wish he had. Goddamnit. Too late now.
Or wait, was it? Maybe he could still change the other's mind. Well, it didn't hurt to try, at least. He just needed to not sound desperate, and that didn't sound too difficult a task. Alright, project Please Let Me Change My Fucking Critter to Something Less Embarrassing was a go.
So, with a cocky grin, Sigur crossed his arms and tilted his head.
"Yeah, sure, that's your reason," he taunted, tone mocking and the slightest bit amused. Inside, though, the man was pretty much screaming 'just fucking battle me already goddamnit don't make this so difficult'. "If you're so sure that the old prof'd say no again, why're you backing away from the fight anyway? Scared? Intimidated by this 'child' and his pink bra-filling of a Pokémon? Well aren't we got a champion in the making here."
He had barely had the time to finish when the loud shouting voice of some chick grabbed Sigur's attention rather violently. He turned his head, one hand on his ear and face in an annoyed scowl. Who the fuck shouted like that in a small room like this? And wait, what'd she called him again? ... The guy hadn't... really left a stain, had he?
As if by some morbid reflex, Sigur's fingers slid from his ear to feel his cheek. Just... in case.
"I suggest you apologize before you get hurt."
Oh? And exactly what was this girl, half a head shorter than him, going to hurt him wi-
HOLY SHIT A SWORD!
Sigur jumped back out of whatever reflex it was that commandeered the human brain in case of a 'threatened-by-a-fucking-cursed-sword-in-the-face' scenario, and almost choked on the multitude of words and gasps that tried to make their way out of his throat all at once.
Yeah, he had been threatened before, by fists, batons, Pokémon, cars, and he could faintly recall one incident where a guy he pissed off had swung around a two-by-four (so fucking with the guy building your house might not have been the smartest choice, sue him), but never before had he faced a goddamn sword. It was the exact same one he'd seen before and sworn to stay away from, too. He had called it again. That was it, fuck you and goodbye Pokémon training, hello Madam Sigur's Peek into the Future. Success in two months, give or take a few days. He'd become a sensation.
If he lived this.
"Hey, hey, whoa,," he began once he believed his voice was steady enough to hold his tone that of disbelief and, despite the situation, mockery. His hands were held on the level of his face, just between the Pokémon and himself, and he had just taken a long enough breath to be able to continue, when Prince Fabulous had ridden in to the rescue.
What he said basically amounted to 'let's not threaten each other when we can be friends and hold hands and ride into the sunset together instead'. Basically. With some creative freedom added. Sigur was just about to growl that he could be threatened by a fucking horde of axes and still wouldn't need help from a guy like him, when the dude turned to face him - way too close for comfort goddamnit - and, after assuring him a kiss between friends was no big deal, gave him a wink.
Sigur's eye twitched.
"Just... kill me now."
Suddenly remembering there was an actual sword and a girl probably crazy enough to grant his wish, he jumped a bit further away and then snapped a glare at her. "And in case your brain missed the train; that was a joke. You can stop manhandling the fucking sword now - you've enough time to abuse it and use it as a dildo and whatever else your little heart desires to once you start your oh-so-wonderful journey of animal - or object or whatever that thing is - abuse. Meanwhile, hold your fucking horses."
"Iggly, ig, lyyy-yh!" He suddenly heard from somewhere around his waist-level. Looking down, his 'starter' had climbed its way up to his stomach by now, and continued to very painstakingly climb up his shirt until it managed to get its puffy behind hoisted up on his shoulder. Once there, it turned to face the sword and the girl, starting to swing around its tiny arms, big eyes filled with tears as if asking the girl to stop bullying its trainer. Sigur brought a hand to his face.
First he got saved by a homo and then by a spoonful of dessert jelly.
Yeah, this was shaping out to be an awesome journey alright.
Still here, but will be absent for a while in a few hours *points at sig*
And no sweat, RBY!
And no sweat, RBY!
Ooooh, Bravely Default. My friend got it like the second it was released, and he's been playing it non-stop ever since. Well, until he finished it, anyway. Is it really that good? I heard it's like the earlier FF titles, or something.
Also aaaa, yeah, post, working on it now before I have to run for... a week |D My Internet got cut off last night for no reason at all, so I woke up at 6 to work on replies.
Thanks for the trust, man. >>
jk
Also aaaa, yeah, post, working on it now before I have to run for... a week |D My Internet got cut off last night for no reason at all, so I woke up at 6 to work on replies.
Crimson Flame said You may be waiting a bit for it then...
Thanks for the trust, man. >>
jk
Finally got a quick post up! Hope I didn't miss anything. Sorry for the wait. Also, I won't be here next week, but if it's a problem, you can assume Zahira got either knocked out or just fought along, but with no real success as to not get skills or anything when I'm not playing (wouldn't be fair for the others).
It became apparent very soon that whatever romance trouble Zahira was having, it was the least of her worries; it started with what seemed to be a blackout, continued into the unsettling discovery of nobody being around the mall no matter where they looked, and escalated into...
"W-what are those? Eww!" Zahira gasped at the monsters, 'imps' according to their tags, as they staggered into the group's view. Their tag said lv4, but Zahira had no idea what that entailed. After all, she had yet to figure out what her own lv1 meant, either. All she knew was that these things were not pleasant to the eye. The others, including a new, very pretty girl who also appeared to be a Gamer, instantly readied themselves to take on the creatures, with varied success. There were red numbers flying about the creatures' head whenever they were hit, and that made Zahira narrow her eyes and bring a thoughtful finger to her chin.
Hmm, numbers when they are hit... could it mean... points on how stylish the attack had been?! Ah, no, but then the keys would be cooler than the palm attack thingy! Uh... Wait- then, how much it hurt them...?
In the time it took her to try and figure everything out, one of the imps had already disappeared, having gotten pummeled by the collective strength of three of the gamers. She blinked. Did that mean it was... defeated? Gone? Not hurting her eyes anymore? Yay! Wow, the others were amazing. And she... was being useless.
Feeling her cheeks redden, equal parts from frustration at having done nothing to help and equal parts embarrassment for not having even thought to do something before, the girl curled her palms into fists. W-well, she would do something now! She felt strangely brave, anyway. Rainer was still facing off alone with one of the monsters, so Zahira decided she was going to offer a helping hand - even if he didn't really seem to need any right now.
So, Zahira kicked herself to a run towards the imp, eyes fixed on its wobbly, tiny form, only for her to realize three seconds before she reached it that she didn't really... have anything to hit with it. She didn't have a plan. Oh no, quick, quick, something that might hurt, something that might hurt-
Her indecision almost caused her to stumble in her heeled run, drawing a pained "ow" from her. And then she got it. Her heels! Anyone who'd worn them before knew how much they hurt sometimes! So then, then, maybe it would cause similar pain when being hit with? Her logic was pathetic at best, but she herself seemed to consider it perfectly sound as she slid to a stop, quickly pulled down the zipper of her boot and, yanking it from her leg, grabbed it with both hands and heaved the heeled end at the monsters, closing her eyes and praying for the best.
"W-what are those? Eww!" Zahira gasped at the monsters, 'imps' according to their tags, as they staggered into the group's view. Their tag said lv4, but Zahira had no idea what that entailed. After all, she had yet to figure out what her own lv1 meant, either. All she knew was that these things were not pleasant to the eye. The others, including a new, very pretty girl who also appeared to be a Gamer, instantly readied themselves to take on the creatures, with varied success. There were red numbers flying about the creatures' head whenever they were hit, and that made Zahira narrow her eyes and bring a thoughtful finger to her chin.
Hmm, numbers when they are hit... could it mean... points on how stylish the attack had been?! Ah, no, but then the keys would be cooler than the palm attack thingy! Uh... Wait- then, how much it hurt them...?
In the time it took her to try and figure everything out, one of the imps had already disappeared, having gotten pummeled by the collective strength of three of the gamers. She blinked. Did that mean it was... defeated? Gone? Not hurting her eyes anymore? Yay! Wow, the others were amazing. And she... was being useless.
Feeling her cheeks redden, equal parts from frustration at having done nothing to help and equal parts embarrassment for not having even thought to do something before, the girl curled her palms into fists. W-well, she would do something now! She felt strangely brave, anyway. Rainer was still facing off alone with one of the monsters, so Zahira decided she was going to offer a helping hand - even if he didn't really seem to need any right now.
So, Zahira kicked herself to a run towards the imp, eyes fixed on its wobbly, tiny form, only for her to realize three seconds before she reached it that she didn't really... have anything to hit with it. She didn't have a plan. Oh no, quick, quick, something that might hurt, something that might hurt-
Her indecision almost caused her to stumble in her heeled run, drawing a pained "ow" from her. And then she got it. Her heels! Anyone who'd worn them before knew how much they hurt sometimes! So then, then, maybe it would cause similar pain when being hit with? Her logic was pathetic at best, but she herself seemed to consider it perfectly sound as she slid to a stop, quickly pulled down the zipper of her boot and, yanking it from her leg, grabbed it with both hands and heaved the heeled end at the monsters, closing her eyes and praying for the best.
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