I rolled my eyes as Kamina wasn't mentioned by Spruce at all. Despite this, I continued onwards with Spruce and Celes, not saying anything as we passed Pokemon that were seemingly unaware of us. Eventually, we made it to the beach, which made me wonder why we didn't have such a feature instead. Regardless, I got to see an HM in action, wincing at the sudden bubbles forming around us. I remember my last experience with water: not only was I lucky enough to avoid oxidation, but also the possible death of everyone around me. Something feels odd about my previous sentence.
Anyway, floating around with a bubble around me was pretty confusing, as if having some Pokes floating around me in a ring wasn't dizzying enough. I followed the others into the water so I wouldn't catch someone's attention. However, this whole place got my attention - this was admittedly one of the most beautiful things I had seen. Ever. "I don't know about you, but I really don't think Spruce should lead the way most of the time..." I was supposed to comment about the beauty of this place, how you could pretty much everything even from a distance. But, instead I was replying to Celes' comment about how Spruce shouldn't lead.
Let's save that for later.
"Hm?" There was an unfamiliar voice around. My Pokes jiggled slightly as I turned in a rather odd fashion, still having a bubble around me as I saw a... Keckleon, bathed in saltwater. We presumably clipped our eyes towards the badges on our chests. "Yes?" I was aware of a rivalry between Allure and Treasure Town's respective guilds. I didn't feel inclined to follow, since that was none of my business and I (or rather we) had more important business to attend to. "There were some others, yes." I gave a proper response to the Keckleon as I took my eye off him and stared down into the ocean. "What do you want? They're underwater, and they're probably waiting for me."
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Mainly that.
Gonna try to make some IC, before posting it.
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Lack of teamwork demotivates me.
Try to use PM.
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Boom.
I haven't heard the sound of my gun firing for years. It sounds just like the day I first went hunting. With all the bullets exploding and the refreshing pulling of the bolt... the kick of the rifle sends me back, with the recoil being absorbed by my arms...
"What in the blazin' heat?!" I yelled out, shortly after pulling the trigger. A trail of smoke lingered, following the end of my barrel as I cocked the rifle, bringing the scope back into my eye as I prepared another shot. The first one missed since I was trying to avoid a pet of someone's. I had no idea what sort of stunt they were trying to pull off, but it would probably end up killing something in the end. I held the rifle tight as it kicked again like a horse, not being able to watch the bullet as it pierced the giant mole's chest. No, I was cocking my rifle for the third time. I scrambled for the handle as the beast came alarmingly closer, along with the parade it was bringing along with it.
Normally, I'd call for help from my community, try to get 20 people to bring an arsenal of 50 guns. Unfortunately, the phone lines were dead, and I didn't like the idea of carrying a small black smartphone around. Those things were as confusing as heck.
At last, at last. The thing bloody stumbled thanks to one of them. With a perfect line of sight, I let off my fourth shot as suddenly everything lost sound. Within a second, you see a cloud of pink not too far away. Whether that struck his neck or head, it worked. I think I need to meet with either Mr. Miracle or Mr. Luck.
I haven't heard the sound of my gun firing for years. It sounds just like the day I first went hunting. With all the bullets exploding and the refreshing pulling of the bolt... the kick of the rifle sends me back, with the recoil being absorbed by my arms...
"What in the blazin' heat?!" I yelled out, shortly after pulling the trigger. A trail of smoke lingered, following the end of my barrel as I cocked the rifle, bringing the scope back into my eye as I prepared another shot. The first one missed since I was trying to avoid a pet of someone's. I had no idea what sort of stunt they were trying to pull off, but it would probably end up killing something in the end. I held the rifle tight as it kicked again like a horse, not being able to watch the bullet as it pierced the giant mole's chest. No, I was cocking my rifle for the third time. I scrambled for the handle as the beast came alarmingly closer, along with the parade it was bringing along with it.
Normally, I'd call for help from my community, try to get 20 people to bring an arsenal of 50 guns. Unfortunately, the phone lines were dead, and I didn't like the idea of carrying a small black smartphone around. Those things were as confusing as heck.
At last, at last. The thing bloody stumbled thanks to one of them. With a perfect line of sight, I let off my fourth shot as suddenly everything lost sound. Within a second, you see a cloud of pink not too far away. Whether that struck his neck or head, it worked. I think I need to meet with either Mr. Miracle or Mr. Luck.
Damn. This world was beginning to go off track already. Literally, with Robert going off track as usual and now encountering a gargoyle. I followed Robert and Elena so that way I could get a better perspective of the current enemy.
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A gargoyle? When the hell did we introduce that in our roleplay? Dear God, I hope nothing else changes much... "Alright, I'm just gonna-" Before I knew it, that thing was already dead. Man, I'm not familiar with my roleplay anymore... I haven't done it for ages now. All my time was spent playing games like Half Life 3 and Civilization: Beyond Earth. What was I doing with my life?
"Well. Let's get going. I want to get back to Earth once this is all over." I know Earth won't recover. But, seeing as there's differences in this roleplay(?), it'll be nice to see if we can at least correct some wrongs. As usual, I walked my way through the cave, following arrows and dragons alike while I created some slapping sounds.
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A gargoyle? When the hell did we introduce that in our roleplay? Dear God, I hope nothing else changes much... "Alright, I'm just gonna-" Before I knew it, that thing was already dead. Man, I'm not familiar with my roleplay anymore... I haven't done it for ages now. All my time was spent playing games like Half Life 3 and Civilization: Beyond Earth. What was I doing with my life?
"Well. Let's get going. I want to get back to Earth once this is all over." I know Earth won't recover. But, seeing as there's differences in this roleplay(?), it'll be nice to see if we can at least correct some wrongs. As usual, I walked my way through the cave, following arrows and dragons alike while I created some slapping sounds.
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Looks like Absol's dead again.
How often does this usually happen?
How often does this usually happen?
"Well..." I had a bit of a hard time absorbing Celes' words. Mostly because I was distracted by Pokemon looking at me, possibly even disgusted at me. As much as I wished to ignore them all, I wasn't exactly taught how to. I felt in the dark, ignoring the metaphorical light cast over me. "Let's just go then. I've got my own problems, and by the looks of things there's not much I can comment on here. You seem strong enough to handle yourself."
There was change in the air. It would come sooner or later. I just knew something wasn't right, seeing through the whims of Pokemon pacing around the guild with their badges and partially-healed wounds. I felt no longer prejudiced in just the community I came from - I felt prejudiced everywhere I went from this point forwards. Davis, you idiot... you died and left me here. "Spruce, lead the way. We're waiting on you now, well at least most of us; Kamina's not around. You think he got nabbed or something?"
There was change in the air. It would come sooner or later. I just knew something wasn't right, seeing through the whims of Pokemon pacing around the guild with their badges and partially-healed wounds. I felt no longer prejudiced in just the community I came from - I felt prejudiced everywhere I went from this point forwards. Davis, you idiot... you died and left me here. "Spruce, lead the way. We're waiting on you now, well at least most of us; Kamina's not around. You think he got nabbed or something?"
Alright.
Sumable's been demoted, and I'm back in business.
First agenda: posting some IC.
Sumable's been demoted, and I'm back in business.
First agenda: posting some IC.
"Celes, you're acting strange lately. For instance, I definitely did see you leave with Kamina to follow Spruce around, since I ended up stalking the both of you. That, and it's near-suicide to go train out there by yourself. With Dementia around, at least."
Speaking of which, I knew this would happen: either follow with attempting to stop her as soon as we can, or gathering more experience to fight her off later. Oh man, I've been talking a lot lately. "Speaking of Desia (since not everyone will agree with my pun), I was attacked once or twice by her minions, depending if uncorrupted Pokemon count as her goons. We really should try to stop her operations as soon as we can, which brings up this problem: we strike now, or we gather ourselves before facing her at a later stage." I pretty much laid out our options. "By the former, I mean we immediately try to find her. I have a contact (or had one) that probably knows/knew of her location. We just need to find him/his remains now. By the latter, I mean not only do we go dungeon-busting again, but we also have to find Kamina. Who's up for hunting for possibly deceased Pokemon either way?"
And then, I looked where Celes looked (behind myself), wondering why she was acting up again as she requested to leave. This time, I knew what was up. It's not like everyday you see Pokemon that afraid. A Jolteon seemed to just swaggered by, scaring the living daylights out of Celes. I personally just took a glance at him, turning my eye and head around just to find Celes hanging by Spruce's shoulder. As if seeing a neon-blue Porygon entering the same room behind them was disturbing enough. "...you know, I really don't stand by my earlier statement of turning in friends-" I had to clear my voice. "-teammates, now that I've actually the experience. Are you seriously that disturbed by your... electric counterpart?"
Speaking of which, I knew this would happen: either follow with attempting to stop her as soon as we can, or gathering more experience to fight her off later. Oh man, I've been talking a lot lately. "Speaking of Desia (since not everyone will agree with my pun), I was attacked once or twice by her minions, depending if uncorrupted Pokemon count as her goons. We really should try to stop her operations as soon as we can, which brings up this problem: we strike now, or we gather ourselves before facing her at a later stage." I pretty much laid out our options. "By the former, I mean we immediately try to find her. I have a contact (or had one) that probably knows/knew of her location. We just need to find him/his remains now. By the latter, I mean not only do we go dungeon-busting again, but we also have to find Kamina. Who's up for hunting for possibly deceased Pokemon either way?"
And then, I looked where Celes looked (behind myself), wondering why she was acting up again as she requested to leave. This time, I knew what was up. It's not like everyday you see Pokemon that afraid. A Jolteon seemed to just swaggered by, scaring the living daylights out of Celes. I personally just took a glance at him, turning my eye and head around just to find Celes hanging by Spruce's shoulder. As if seeing a neon-blue Porygon entering the same room behind them was disturbing enough. "...you know, I really don't stand by my earlier statement of turning in friends-" I had to clear my voice. "-teammates, now that I've actually the experience. Are you seriously that disturbed by your... electric counterpart?"
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