KaBling

Dragon's Awakening

Ye bloody Americans shouldn't speak like that.

Then again, I'm not even Caucasian. I'm just the last five letters of that word.

Proper computer found, ETA: in the next half an hour or so.

Descended I: Fires of change

I'm supposed to help with it, but um... well, nothing's been sent to my way yet.

Descended I: Fires of change

Just to let you know, I quit out of the fact I don't have time to read such large posts.

I can post large sizes, evident in past RPing, but nowadays it's pretty depressing.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of the Void

Well. Now I definitely know something.

As I read the paper, a breeze or two lifted the dust around the dojo, formed by the training of two Pokemon furiously battling it out. One I knew as our team leader, and he owning those two weak Pokemon. Spruce dumped us for a lone mission assignment. Now, I could think of... everyone else being better for the job. I mean, he was a leader, not a negotiator of hostages. I thought to myself, looking at the crumpled paper in between my magnets before tossing the paper onto the floor. I didn't realise that hero would swipe it off the same floor until later. I did know he was here through the glass ceiling of the dojo, just by looking up and getting blinded by the sunlight. I snorted, again, something I shouldn't do as a Magnemite. Increasingly, I was worried I would lose my mind over the stress of everything. Then, I realised I was just being a drama queen, smiling weakly as I began moving.

I hate thieves. I passed a pillar of red wood and a few bundles of reed stuck in sand, hovering in the air as usual and actually quite unsure of my current objective. I would have to follow Spruce's lead and convince him we (or rather I) have more urgent matters to attend to. I'll repeat myself: Davis is dead. And by the looks of things, only we're capable of stopping Dementia. Assuming everyone else who's better than us is as ignorant as Geodudes. So, instead of training, I just left the dojo and awaited outdoors by two more red pillars, ignoring the passage of busy dragon Pokemon talking among themselves in groups.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of the Void

Relax. It's not I could post IC anyway. It's just a draft.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of the Void

Lugia said
Hm... I guess the thing is PMD, DA, pick one.

Wha?

Anyway, Evanist's post now officially ninja's my draft. Gotta redo it now.

[Fantasy RP]Cataclysm of Terra Firma[Semi-Strict Survivalist](Always Accepting!)

Eh. Done.

[Fantasy RP]Cataclysm of Terra Firma[Semi-Strict Survivalist](Always Accepting!)

Another gunshot that had echoed through the plains. Damn bandits. Fighting among themselves like... bandits, really. I thought as I stepped on long blocks of wood that formed the dirt stairs down my workshop towards the road, full of cracks and yet not potholes. We were all located in the south of Swells (the name of this community), as empty buildings with smashed windows and chipped walls filled the rest of the community. Once we had 500 people living here before the whole world capsized. Good people. Now, it's like 20 or so. Barely anyone left in this town, so we all lived in the south-western part. The rest of Swells was uninhabited and abandoned, if not roaming with bandits and deadly animals. At least we've got more guns than people here, but just because we had around 50 hidden in an armoury, it doesn't mean we're safe - (here's something I thought of as I passed light poles and dust-coated houses, which still had people living inside of them) you can point a gun at anyone, but who strikes first wins.

I'm the latter. I got an old M40, so obviously I'd be a fair distance when people start pointing barrels. Sorta defective as the thing would regularly drop an entire clip of ammunition, until I decided to tinker around it for one night, getting myself a trusty weapon that would last me for a while. I considered hunting so that we could trade more food with a local clan, but in this environment, that would be suicide. Even if you did manage to hunt down some prey, they would probably be filled with poisons or other dangerous things, like sharp bones. One of our own died from eating an animal whole. getting this nasty parasite which burst out of him like that scene from the movie Alien. Technically, he's still alive, since apparently the parasite's got his consciousness or something. Still, it doesn't mean I'm rather disgusted by the dark, armoured worm-like body, with three jaws and two tentacles acting as his arms.

Speaking of which, he was the teenager who knocked on my door. Those steps were merely his tentacles flailing on the ground. Fooled me good. "Alright. What's the problem?" As I approached the teen, I called out for our local doctor. Unfortunately, it turned out the person pinned underneath the pipe WAS the doctor. "Okay. I can fix the pipe, but I can't fix his ribs." I said, crouching down and sniggering to myself, shaking my thoughts of dry trees that I saw earlier.

"Just get the damn thing off o'me!" He struggled to say, his face acting up. I was kinda jealous that he was still human, although he was probably jealous of not being able to possess the power of us mutants. "Hey... where's Wally? Isn't he supposed to help around here?"

"He's missing! Probably those damn bandits nabbing him during his hunt!" See? This is why I don't go hunting.

"Alright, urgh... Earl, I need a hand here, or rather a strong tentacle - help me lift this pipe off on Hugo here!"

Without hesitation, Earl (the parasite kid) slithered over, making odd remarks about this 'hydralisk,' and how he seemed to have a similar stance as that. Well, that means if one of those buggers get into this community, then I won't be able to tell Earl apart from those hydralisks.

"You got that tentacle of yours around the pipe?" I said, beginning to lose energy already. We were going to lift a 30 cm diameter pipe off Dr. Hugo Ying, which was going to be hard, considering how I needed Wally to help lift. Now, I have a kid named Earl who's helping, and I doubt his strength... anyway, he nodded at me, wrapping his tentacles (I really want to stop using this word) around the pipe and evidentally making Hugo uncomfortable. "Nicely... done, I guess. One, two..."

"Three!" On three, we had somehow rolled the thing off Hugo, making a clang as the thing impacted the road. That was the easy part - the hard part was going to find Wally, our strongest guy around to hold the pipe in place as I screwed it together. If only I had proper equipment to fix the aqueduct pipe permanently...

Dragon's Awakening

"Y'know... you really ought to drink that. Assuming we're all in a fantasy world created by me, then that should heal faster than hypothetical nanobots." I said, walking behind Robert and pointing out the thing waving from his hand. And accidentally hinting at what I've done, but that's pretty obscure anyway - it'll probably be considered psychosis, rather than an actual world I accidentally created. "I'm not kidding. You don't want to walk around feeling as if a dentist left his drill inside your mouth." I continued, my voice echoing through the long and rather narrow cave. Until the presence of spiders, indicated through sticks/spider legs tapping on the rock floor.

Oh, those bastards. Thankfully, Sexy (What? Check out his avatar.) Random_Lugia was kind enough to-

Bam. I shouldn't just assume this spider would have the same weakness. I mean, we're not Pokemon for starters, and we definitely did not meet through fighting a pair of buggers - in the roleplay, I tried to eat one of the main characters. "Okay. I'm gonna assume it's one of those things where you have to kill off the weaker ones." I wasn't going to throw myself onto the spiders, in hope I'd eat them and be able to go for the biggest one of them all. Sure, I would be helpful in taking care of them and getting something tasty and... maybe, a bit of something to eat and... er... well, mainly... food, I'm getting a bit hungry...

...

Okay. That was a lie. Apparently, my appetite forced me to slam down one of them. Should've foreseen that through the way I described the spiders. Oh wow. First I love food as a human, now this. "Don't ask! They're not gonna shove me into damn torches again!" I shouted, despite the fact I had lost all form. So, my voice was probably muffled then. I guess, although I could definitely hear it clearly.

[Fantasy RP]Cataclysm of Terra Firma[Semi-Strict Survivalist](Always Accepting!)

First agenda: application.

I'll update my character's app with several changes.