Not only that, but how'd you bring them alive? I mean, there's a plot reason to why Milloon's around, and that's because [DATA EXPUNGED] and therefore you cannot use it for yourself. Even unintentionally.
Also, it ain't a feather... it's a cloth. A tapestry to be specific.
Anyway, Scraggy, I'll get on that.
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This was done at 11:45 pm, mate. Expect problems.
I expected the hallucination to give me a message about Spruce's sudden departure. 'Cause that's what they do.
Unfortunately, I had to accept the fact it probably WASN'T a hallucination. It was ghost, or even a delusion. I watched silently (do note this was earlier; earlier than me looking at a mission board and following an inter-dimensional jumper downstairs (now I'm going crazy)).
Normally, I'd let Pokemon go with their course of life. Only problem was, I still hadn't learnt that; why do you think I was still looking for Davis? I looked out the window for several minutes, staring blankly as memories projected themselves onto the blue reflection.
I lied. I would never do that. Not in this lifetime. Either that, or I don't want to be too personal, bogging down my narration with personal experience. In which case... well, I could be honest and sound like a robot, or I could describe my true experience more and sound like a stalker. You'll figure out which one I am sooner or later. So anyway, I just subtly left Arnold's Guild, following the footsteps of Kamina like a real stalker, unlike the one I described earlier.
I heard occasional whispers as they passed bushes and trees, eventually venturing onto a path and overgrown grass. I lay hidden, picking up scraps of information and knowing how Spruce wanted to be alone for now. Yet, I just felt as if there was something going on. Maybe it was because the psychopathic Mareep was giving him a hard time.
Agh. Celes, you drama queen... I thought, floating over Kamina and looking down on him. "You know. Sometimes, people just like to be alone." I said to him, while he was flopping behind some tall grass.
...why was my third magnet dangling around, if not wriggling? Agh, I'll figure that out later. Even if it means not caring about physics. (How does a solid material move like this?)
Unfortunately, I had to accept the fact it probably WASN'T a hallucination. It was ghost, or even a delusion. I watched silently (do note this was earlier; earlier than me looking at a mission board and following an inter-dimensional jumper downstairs (now I'm going crazy)).
Normally, I'd let Pokemon go with their course of life. Only problem was, I still hadn't learnt that; why do you think I was still looking for Davis? I looked out the window for several minutes, staring blankly as memories projected themselves onto the blue reflection.
I lied. I would never do that. Not in this lifetime. Either that, or I don't want to be too personal, bogging down my narration with personal experience. In which case... well, I could be honest and sound like a robot, or I could describe my true experience more and sound like a stalker. You'll figure out which one I am sooner or later. So anyway, I just subtly left Arnold's Guild, following the footsteps of Kamina like a real stalker, unlike the one I described earlier.
I heard occasional whispers as they passed bushes and trees, eventually venturing onto a path and overgrown grass. I lay hidden, picking up scraps of information and knowing how Spruce wanted to be alone for now. Yet, I just felt as if there was something going on. Maybe it was because the psychopathic Mareep was giving him a hard time.
Agh. Celes, you drama queen... I thought, floating over Kamina and looking down on him. "You know. Sometimes, people just like to be alone." I said to him, while he was flopping behind some tall grass.
...why was my third magnet dangling around, if not wriggling? Agh, I'll figure that out later. Even if it means not caring about physics. (How does a solid material move like this?)
Oh damn.
'Oh damn,' as in this really is a video game... or something really broken. Blah, the point is that I thought severing half a wing would disable the dragon entirely, but no... there was something sinister brewing. Not really brewing, but something sinister in the air. Literally. We could all see (unless we were colourblind and couldn't see black for some reason (which for the record isn't a colour)), that there was this black aura emanating from the dragon and phoenix. Was it providing sexual healing? I didn't know, but by the looks of things, you did not want to be under the effects of this stuff. Several video games, common sense (partially based on video games), and Noivern's Awakening teaches you a lot, even if two and a half out of three things are fictional.
"Ah, hell." I said without moving my mouth, stumbling backwards from the sheer force of the dragon diving towards... that hybrid. I squinted at him landing pretty hard on the asphalt. Oh man. We went from a guy's driveway to onto the street. I felt this little itch. Not a real itch, but more of the one we'd get run over, despite knowing that car's clearly wouldn't work without electricity. I gripped the sword tightly as the dragon began eyeing me like a dog. Both sexually and hungrily. Otherwise known as 'lustily.' "Oh FOAD already. You've got a missing wing, for goodness sake!"
As soon as he began looking behind himself and ignoring his burning companion, I started to run up towards him. I hadn't really exercised all these years, because I was confined to my room. If anything, my fingers were stronger than the average human's. I did the occasional jog inside my room, but otherwise I DID NOT expect myself to become rather fast and strong. Back on topic: he shrieked. Before he could finish off his death stare, I ended up tripping on the berm and bitch-slapping his snout with the side of the sword. I fell and splat onto the cracked asphalt, but at least I didn't go down as hard as him - he just comically fell onto his side, as if a 'KO' sign just appeared above him and ordered him to follow physics.
"Phew. Good thing I'm indestructible." I quipped. Not original (heck, it came from one of my video games), but it would definitely fit this situation. I wonder why Richard gave me all those donations, knowing I would just spend it all on pretty much useless games...
'Oh damn,' as in this really is a video game... or something really broken. Blah, the point is that I thought severing half a wing would disable the dragon entirely, but no... there was something sinister brewing. Not really brewing, but something sinister in the air. Literally. We could all see (unless we were colourblind and couldn't see black for some reason (which for the record isn't a colour)), that there was this black aura emanating from the dragon and phoenix. Was it providing sexual healing? I didn't know, but by the looks of things, you did not want to be under the effects of this stuff. Several video games, common sense (partially based on video games), and Noivern's Awakening teaches you a lot, even if two and a half out of three things are fictional.
"Ah, hell." I said without moving my mouth, stumbling backwards from the sheer force of the dragon diving towards... that hybrid. I squinted at him landing pretty hard on the asphalt. Oh man. We went from a guy's driveway to onto the street. I felt this little itch. Not a real itch, but more of the one we'd get run over, despite knowing that car's clearly wouldn't work without electricity. I gripped the sword tightly as the dragon began eyeing me like a dog. Both sexually and hungrily. Otherwise known as 'lustily.' "Oh FOAD already. You've got a missing wing, for goodness sake!"
As soon as he began looking behind himself and ignoring his burning companion, I started to run up towards him. I hadn't really exercised all these years, because I was confined to my room. If anything, my fingers were stronger than the average human's. I did the occasional jog inside my room, but otherwise I DID NOT expect myself to become rather fast and strong. Back on topic: he shrieked. Before he could finish off his death stare, I ended up tripping on the berm and bitch-slapping his snout with the side of the sword. I fell and splat onto the cracked asphalt, but at least I didn't go down as hard as him - he just comically fell onto his side, as if a 'KO' sign just appeared above him and ordered him to follow physics.
"Phew. Good thing I'm indestructible." I quipped. Not original (heck, it came from one of my video games), but it would definitely fit this situation. I wonder why Richard gave me all those donations, knowing I would just spend it all on pretty much useless games...
30 minutes to 12 am, 2 IC posts to be typed and sent by then, and 1 emotion (panic)... GO!
...and done. GG, GN.
...and done. GG, GN.
For some reason, I'm thinking that you went into PMD:[REDACTED] (somehow), and then looked at my character's origin story.
Then you came back to this RP and took at look at my other character's origin story.
Scary. Anyway, I'm just letting you know that's already been done in the original RP and here, more or less in the same RP.
But, since we're not onto the latest (and now dead) incarnation of PMD, let's see how you do with this one. You know, I see some potential, definitely more than your last apps.
Then you came back to this RP and took at look at my other character's origin story.
Scary. Anyway, I'm just letting you know that's already been done in the original RP and here, more or less in the same RP.
But, since we're not onto the latest (and now dead) incarnation of PMD, let's see how you do with this one. You know, I see some potential, definitely more than your last apps.
Now that I have another computer to use, I'll see what I can do.
I don't even want to assess anymore apps for today.
Denied, with the reasons Lugia has listed and probably two more.
Here's a tip: read the accepted apps before creating another app.
Denied, with the reasons Lugia has listed and probably two more.
Here's a tip: read the accepted apps before creating another app.
I'm very skeptical of the content of your biography. Especially the last paragraph, as well as the censoring.
Also, expect him to die young, since he's a level one Pokemon. Which shouldn't be, since he's apparently buffed by lifting buckets.
Also, expect him to die young, since he's a level one Pokemon. Which shouldn't be, since he's apparently buffed by lifting buckets.
We're waiting for yer app, mate. Stop wasting time.
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