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Dragon's Awakening

Just because stuff like coke and tea makes me sleepy when it should add to my energy, it doesn't mean I lose too much concentrate.

Dragon's Awakening

No problem with having my character grabbing yours Lugia, have a problem with "Oremica."

Talk about communist overtones. Now we have capitalist overtones, what with all the minin' and casual responses, and all the other propaganda by frickin' republicans being all conservative and shit.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of the Void

It appears my character has disappeared from the dojo... there is only one exit, anyway.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of the Void

Hm... I swear to God I posted like 12 hours ago.

Anyway, what am I missing from the OP again?

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of the Void

Bright and sunny. Enough to blind me and force me back inside the dojo where my eye began thanking me. I really should've trained to fight off more of Dementia's minions, but of course both Spruce and the dojo seemed rather busy. While I would include defending myself against that Porygon, that would just indicate my paranoia. Surely it was a one-time event, and not related to Davis or so...

That out of my head, I was left rather saddened when it became apparent that Spruce was getting defeated by an Axew. No, not because of the Pokemon itself, but the fact that his moves easily harmed Spruce. This was pretty odd, considering how well he handled the last Pokemon. I simply sighed (which shouldn't be possible), taking a seat on a red bench which was probably used to hold things such as vases. I wished for a Sitrus berry at the moment for myself, although by the looks of it, Spruce would need that more than me. Encouraging a team mate could work, but I'd find that... embarrassing. That and in this world, miracles didn't happen.

Damn sunlight blinding me again. Ah hell. If only Davis supplied me with some sunglasses before he left, even if they were all chipped and broken from the days of the old. Just as I grimaced away from another sudden flash, I had quickly observed the Axew's attacks before turning away once more. It was like... having a torch being pointed at your face for a brief second. Looks like life's given a curse already, about time as miracles didn't exist.

Speaking of curses, I was particularly hurt when a Pokemon of some sorts began dragging me around. "What the-" I wasn't physically hurt. I was emotionally hurt.

How did a kid do that? He didn't. His mother did. "Sweetheart, come on. Stay away from the... oh my Arceus, you need some help." As the dragon Pokemon left while pretending he was still flying, I was struck by reality. I wasn't exactly considered 'normal' anymore, beginning to possess features only present in living things, such as breathing, eating, and sleeping. Great. I had to stare at the mother taking her child away gently, while she turned her head from him to her as if I was an alien. I felt so offended.

I had a feeling this would be all connected somehow; my bloody dream, Davis and Dementia, Spruce, my team mates... yet, I had already lost myself.

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

I spent half an hour scrambling through large threads of wheat, pushing them aside and having to smack away the occasional pest. I stuck by my values, believing that everyone has to survive for the benefit of everyone else. In this case, we needed him for healing, I needed him for his compassion. Eventually, I could hear a guitar playing, and could sight a small shack by my left. At least to a fair distance.

I ran to the sounds of Stanley's music. Obviously, being an insect, he sounded terrible now. He kept insisting to play to himself, claiming that it was good for his well-being. Well, I did know someone else's well-being being threatened. I brushed away the last few upright wheat, getting on a small path and stepping on the shack's stairs. I looked back to the clinic, which wasn't far enough to be a part of the horizon, yet seemed quite a distance from where I was. I knocked gently on Stanley's door, before stupidly realising he was outside on his deck. He had to call to me while sitting on a wheeless office chair. "Milloon? What brings you here? Haven't talked to you for a while." He grumbled, swiveling towards me and crossing his arms. He laid down his guitar like a gun; gently and making sure it wouldn't get stepped on.

Anyway, about that... me and Stanley had a falling out a year ago. I made a man-sized (insect-sized) reaper so that he could farm the wheat easily, although he broke his back on that. Said it was too heavy or some other ridiculous reason. Regardless, he was pissed at me for a while. "Stanley, you can punch me after you come around the clinic." Stanley gulped. It wasn't easy to see through his insect body, but I could something was off. "Hugo's chest got crushed by the aqueduct pipe. And by God, I will guarantee you he won't survive the night. Not in that rust bucket. You won that bet right? Well, it's gonna be useful for something now." I continued, ignoring Stanley's expression.

"Listen, er... I lied. I just got drunk for two days and fell into a nasty coma." Because of Stanley's lie, my previous statement became 'Stanley, I'm gonna punch you after I come back from the clinic.' Or rather: "You bastard. You took away my house keys for that?! That may be the least of our problems: Hugo's dying, and I thought I could count on you to save his damn life..." I turned my back on Stanley, facepalming slowly as I got another hand on my face. "Oh..."

"Hey. At least we're even. I don't have to punch you anymore." And with that, I just jerked around suddenly, charged up to Stanley and delivered a blow to his face. His mandible snapped instantly as he fell off his chair, while he landed just a few centimetres away from the edge that separate the deck and the wheat field. A one metre wouldn't kill him, yet I wished that did happen. That, and he'd regrow that pretty soon. "...ouw." He murmured, sitting up and rubbing his face. His guitar was just beside him.

"Yeah. Whatever. That pretty thing of yours' will grow back pretty soon. Maybe it would heal faster if Hugo wasn't dyin' as we speak." I thought Stanley would be pissed at me for another year, although it turned out he believed that was what he deserved. So, I just walked down the stairs and his dusty pathway, taking the long route back to the clinic. If it took five minutes to walk from that to the rest of the community, then I definitely didn't want to spend half an hour wadding through a wheat field again.

I had to accept Hugo would die. At least, according to the appearance of his injuries.

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

Damn. How do I get my character to get out of town to face that boss...

I don't think that's possible.

Dragon's Awakening

Unsurprisingly, I didn't exactly felt nourished. I had a feeling engulfing things would be rather effective as we went on, getting past golems and spiders alike without too much of a hitch. I tried rubbing my eyes out of instinct, although that just ended up making half my hand merge together with my temple. At least what could be considered a temple for a dragon... slime hybrid. If an actual hybrid.

"Oh, man... out of everything, you decided to eat that spider. Really?" As ironic as what I just said seemed, I was hungry and it was good for me. Seemed a good enough excuse. Of course, letting Robert answer himself, we continued onwards, with my footsteps not sounding all that different from the dripping in the cave. Ergh. I don't remember this cave being as long as in the roleplay... maybe because we basically fast-traveled, going 'about an hour later.' I thought, grinding my teeth so hard that I lost the hallow space inside my mouth.

Speaking of which, about... 'five seconds later' (I didn't want the same fate befalling the readers), we made it the city near-identical in my roleplay. I didn't realise we had literal moles replacing Excadrills and Drilburs. It was a sea of gold and brown, with the occasional grey being tools and such. Well. At least I have some sort of idea where this is going. I thought as I rubbed my... chin, or whatever. I ended up chasing after Robert after jerking my hand away from my face, since it kept merging together. "Hey, keep it together. You can't go crazy in a world where you're already crazy in real life."

Due to that hypothesis, I predicted this world wasn't based on a frickin' game. Despite the resemblance to my roleplay, and the characters names being similar... oh Jesus. That means someone has to go crazy just to confirm this, and then this would all just be a near-impossible coincidence. Thankfully, (I think) I'm not too far from that.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of the Void

Edited my previous IC post.

Slashed Milloon's thoughts when I should've used italics.

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

I personally lifted Hugo on my shoulder, since Earl would probably spew eggs onto him, bringing him to his run-down, raised floor clinic that made my place look clean. Building covered with layers of dust and rust, weeds growing around it, all sorts of potential infections from simply stepping inside the place...

Entering the clinic itself was easy. Getting out was the hard part; Hugo was a hoarder. Thankfully, me and four others dug out most of the trash, although there was still a copious amount of junk laying inside the place. Brushing by rusty umbrellas and knocking over a disorganised pile of metal scrap, I was able to put Hugo on the bed where patients usually laid. 'Usually', as in Hugo's assistant was shot in the head by a bandit some of months earlier, being left on the floor for a day until Hugo returned from a hunting trip with several others. I'll never forget his screams. Damn bandits, getting the bastard to haunt me for his problem...

Anyway, Dr. Hugo Ying's a doctor, which is expected since pretty much every Asian we knew had some sort of degree. His plane crashed a couple of years back, running out of fuel while the solar flare made his pilot go blind or something. Initially, he was crazy and rambling about some 'safe haven', but he's recovered over the years. More or less. Point is, he's our physician, which is pretty helpful in a small community of around 20 people.

"Agh. Quit your crying. You've already given me bloody nightmares." I sternly said to Hugo. I knew he wouldn't stop crying, but of course one could always try. I strolled around the place, checking out empty and expired medicines alike being stacked on the already-filled bench. Interesting fact: Hugo scavenged for junk so much that for some reason, he would come across all this medical waste. Even more mysteriously, the medicine was usually safe to use, despite laying in such conditions. And hence all the infections, but hey - I preferred being treated with staph rather than this crazy disease that made you bleed from your orifices. I owe Hugo for pumping me full of this 'yellow penicillin.' As much as I didn't really like his rather unstable attitude, he was our only doctor around. Better yet, he was able to treat every infection we got on a weekly basis, mostly through lucky though... that's why some of us refer to him as the 'spin doctor.' Either that, or maybe the fact he often spun around on his heels to face his patients got him his nickname.

My train of thought was disrupted by Hugo's ridiculous crying. As I turned to him, my expression turned from pissed to fateful shock. Hugo was bleeding from his chest, and I was praying in my head that it wouldn't be bad. Even though he was our doctor, he couldn't exactly treat himself. Not in his current mental state, at least. Why the hell did Holland run off to the local clan... "Ah, my frickin' God." I dropped an empty vial of medicine, letting it drop into a rubbish bin, which was oddly empty in a building full of junk. I tried to get Hugo to talk, but he was panicking, begging for a ticket on a train or something. I suspected he'd wouldn't be the same afterwards. This damn world...

"I really gotta get Holland." I muttered to myself, slamming the door behind me after I scrounged through a swamp of faded junk, slinging my M40 on my back and making sure my blowtorch didn't fall out after hitting the railing for the clinic's stairs. Simply wrapping bandages around Hugo wouldn't exactly save his life, and I definitely didn't need Earl puking on him just so he'd be reincarnated as a chestburster.

...and then, all I did was just sit down grumpily and started throwing various curses around, kicking at a few weeds that couldn't prick my scales. I loathed the day of the solar flare; I would've been able to get my jeep and drive to the local clan for Holland. Or, I could've gotten my electric tools to fix that pipe. Better yet, Hugo wouldn't have crashed, and he would've gotten to his 'safe haven' or something.

One thing could save his life. Not bloody Earl, but another resident around here; Stanley. Before all of this, he was my best friend. We made a bet on who could trick emergency services more than the other. I managed to escape from police custody, and they still didn't know who the bloody hell I was. Stanley on the other hand managed to become a paramedic, although the seriousness of the job made him stay for two days until all of this happened. So far, he's a tall bipedal insect with two legs and four arms (two of which are smaller than the other two), but at least he'd be able to provide some support to Hugo. Unfortunately, Stanley was farming, and that meant I'd have to cross a large wheat field just to search for him...