Gavin said
Thanks. :)
Hm?
You should really quote a post if you're responding to it. That way, we know who you're talking to/what you're talking about.
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Hm?
You should really quote a post if you're responding to it. That way, we know who you're talking to/what you're talking about.
Wild Damn Arceus
Oh, I wish I could leave the place. I'm not adjusted to town-life, especially the hastiness of it.
Already, I was only half-aware of my actions. "What?" I asked. "Huh?" I answered. "Alright...?" As if that wasn't confusing enough, I was heading in the opposite direction of the door. I passed light-brown walls of wooden planks, 100% lumber from the Birchwood Forest. From the top of my peripheral vision, it was obvious electric lighting was used, as they had since banned the use of light-illuminating Pokemon out of Pokemon rights... the lighting was eerie and collided with the nature of the place, and could hurt your eyes if you stared at it for too long. Despite witnessing flame-emitting Pokemon obviously shrugging themselves by walls by leaning, the place didn't burn down. Save for half a couch. I didn't think about fire damage any further, when an obviously heavy Pokemon managed to stomp the floor without any sort of damage caused.
In fact, I was following the Arceus damn Snivy through some doors, going pass more varieties of Pokemon. The occasional one would stumble onto him like a reporter to a 'celebrity.' I didn't know why, since I was barely aware of anything that was going on. "Spruce...?" I asked, wanting confirmation as I had my usual, somewhat ringing voice. Sure, I was going to join so I could find Davis, but... was it really going to be fun?
Yes. Yes it would be. At least until our deaths. "What's with this place? Seems a bit wild."
Oh, I wish I could leave the place. I'm not adjusted to town-life, especially the hastiness of it.
Already, I was only half-aware of my actions. "What?" I asked. "Huh?" I answered. "Alright...?" As if that wasn't confusing enough, I was heading in the opposite direction of the door. I passed light-brown walls of wooden planks, 100% lumber from the Birchwood Forest. From the top of my peripheral vision, it was obvious electric lighting was used, as they had since banned the use of light-illuminating Pokemon out of Pokemon rights... the lighting was eerie and collided with the nature of the place, and could hurt your eyes if you stared at it for too long. Despite witnessing flame-emitting Pokemon obviously shrugging themselves by walls by leaning, the place didn't burn down. Save for half a couch. I didn't think about fire damage any further, when an obviously heavy Pokemon managed to stomp the floor without any sort of damage caused.
In fact, I was following the Arceus damn Snivy through some doors, going pass more varieties of Pokemon. The occasional one would stumble onto him like a reporter to a 'celebrity.' I didn't know why, since I was barely aware of anything that was going on. "Spruce...?" I asked, wanting confirmation as I had my usual, somewhat ringing voice. Sure, I was going to join so I could find Davis, but... was it really going to be fun?
Yes. Yes it would be. At least until our deaths. "What's with this place? Seems a bit wild."
Shaken and Slammed
I shivered slightly, backing away from the door... "Yeah. It actually started as soon as I came in." I added, being overly-cautious by slamming the door shut. Actually, some cracks formed within a second, because aforementioned door was already closed. Slim door with practically no details, now with a history just by feeling it around. Oh yeah, splinters would probably discourage you from doing that further. I think several got snapped or blunted by my speed and metal sphere body, like a... giant UFO to a branch. (Davis, you bloody idiot. How did you go from astronomy to UFOs? They're two completely different subjects.) "Eh... skill I learned. Don't ask; the community I come from likes lynching artificial Pokemon like myself, so this was kinda necessary." I said, up close to the door and spreading out. Really, I just over-used some magnetism there and explained it from there, but I looked like I was charging and attempting to break down the door. From the inside. Man, I took time to look at a hanging mirror, and it was already awkward when I appeared to be hugging the door. With three magnets arranged away from me like some severely bent tripod. "Can't hear much." I dropped down from the door. The suction of me sticking onto the door was clearly gone. I had obviously calmed down... and, now I was unsure of my actions.
1. Talk to the stranger.
2. Talk to the stranger.
3. Talk to the stranger.
I chose two, because everyone would figure that was the easiest option. "Yeah, I figured." I answered, forgetting I had already done so beforehand, while attempting to hold up the door by throwing myself at it. "Maybe some Turtwig did his act again." I remarked, shaken briefly when I swore I heard a knock on the door.
"Can someone unlock the door? I left my banana in there."
Well. That was somewhat smothering. "If I join, can we get out of here?" I asked.
Damn. First hour into the town. Already, I wasn't doing well. Sure, I had visited a year ago or two with Davis to find somewhere to live, but frankly he just didn't want to move. Said something about 'being our true home.' Right, you want us to return to the Holy Lands? Please note the Custards there. (It may have been Crumbles or something, but I didn't bother paying attention to Davis' historical tales.)
I shivered slightly, backing away from the door... "Yeah. It actually started as soon as I came in." I added, being overly-cautious by slamming the door shut. Actually, some cracks formed within a second, because aforementioned door was already closed. Slim door with practically no details, now with a history just by feeling it around. Oh yeah, splinters would probably discourage you from doing that further. I think several got snapped or blunted by my speed and metal sphere body, like a... giant UFO to a branch. (Davis, you bloody idiot. How did you go from astronomy to UFOs? They're two completely different subjects.) "Eh... skill I learned. Don't ask; the community I come from likes lynching artificial Pokemon like myself, so this was kinda necessary." I said, up close to the door and spreading out. Really, I just over-used some magnetism there and explained it from there, but I looked like I was charging and attempting to break down the door. From the inside. Man, I took time to look at a hanging mirror, and it was already awkward when I appeared to be hugging the door. With three magnets arranged away from me like some severely bent tripod. "Can't hear much." I dropped down from the door. The suction of me sticking onto the door was clearly gone. I had obviously calmed down... and, now I was unsure of my actions.
1. Talk to the stranger.
2. Talk to the stranger.
3. Talk to the stranger.
I chose two, because everyone would figure that was the easiest option. "Yeah, I figured." I answered, forgetting I had already done so beforehand, while attempting to hold up the door by throwing myself at it. "Maybe some Turtwig did his act again." I remarked, shaken briefly when I swore I heard a knock on the door.
"Can someone unlock the door? I left my banana in there."
Well. That was somewhat smothering. "If I join, can we get out of here?" I asked.
Damn. First hour into the town. Already, I wasn't doing well. Sure, I had visited a year ago or two with Davis to find somewhere to live, but frankly he just didn't want to move. Said something about 'being our true home.' Right, you want us to return to the Holy Lands? Please note the Custards there. (It may have been Crumbles or something, but I didn't bother paying attention to Davis' historical tales.)
If you guys need me, I'll be at a restaurant.
Jesus. All my family members (including myself) have birthdays in the first 3 months of the year.
Jesus. All my family members (including myself) have birthdays in the first 3 months of the year.
Anarchy in a Cup
I wondered how I managed to get from that community to Arnold's guild... I mean, death was running after me like a cat to a mouse, only that it was clawing obstacles and hazards in my way. More like a psychotic cat, if you ask me.
Davis, you bloody idiot. You never told me how dangerous the world really was. You just had to leave, thinking a move and ability was enough to keep the reality of death away. Well, thankfully life itself stepped in to save me. I was saved from being lynched (trust me; they were going to do that sooner or later), murdered by wild Pokemon and bandits eight times, and that damn fight I had created. Thankfully, the Turtwig was busy fighting against a Braixen, and was being chased out...
"Uh, let's make it short: my name is Milloon Hall. We ought to make a quick dash to the exi-" I ducked my head as an empty cup flew over my head like a missile. "You know what, let's just get back into this room and let this whole place sort itself out." I signaled the others to get back into the guild room, apparently to the bird's dismay... "What are you looking at? As much as a view is enough to kill you now." Then, I realised he was shaking, looking like he was trying to remove all his feathers. But, I looked up... and, the cup was stuck onto his head like an impromptu helmet. "Ye... you got something on your head." I said, questioning his mentality which was probably no more sane than Arnold's.
I wondered how I managed to get from that community to Arnold's guild... I mean, death was running after me like a cat to a mouse, only that it was clawing obstacles and hazards in my way. More like a psychotic cat, if you ask me.
Davis, you bloody idiot. You never told me how dangerous the world really was. You just had to leave, thinking a move and ability was enough to keep the reality of death away. Well, thankfully life itself stepped in to save me. I was saved from being lynched (trust me; they were going to do that sooner or later), murdered by wild Pokemon and bandits eight times, and that damn fight I had created. Thankfully, the Turtwig was busy fighting against a Braixen, and was being chased out...
"Uh, let's make it short: my name is Milloon Hall. We ought to make a quick dash to the exi-" I ducked my head as an empty cup flew over my head like a missile. "You know what, let's just get back into this room and let this whole place sort itself out." I signaled the others to get back into the guild room, apparently to the bird's dismay... "What are you looking at? As much as a view is enough to kill you now." Then, I realised he was shaking, looking like he was trying to remove all his feathers. But, I looked up... and, the cup was stuck onto his head like an impromptu helmet. "Ye... you got something on your head." I said, questioning his mentality which was probably no more sane than Arnold's.
When my imagination pops up like it did in the PM again, then I will.
...I'm just starting it, btw.
...I'm just starting it, btw.
Card Captor said
I my defense; I wasn't around for the first RP, didn't get to see someone else control him first, and his personality was described to me as 'like Wigglytuff'. I didn't have much to fall back on besides quirky
Hm... I'm currently thinking about an event that would change his personality to a more darker and dull one, to represent his personality in the future RP.
Carry on then. Just don't get too carried away.
Lugia said
I am here, and I will answer a few things. Yes, I want a proper motive for that ralts character, and no, Card is just fine with that. I kinda liked the reference he made, and also, I kinda liked how he kept bananas as his favorite food. (evidenced by the banana he was holding... guess you could say that he's bananas, huh?)
Obscure reference is obscure. I could say the same with a nut, cracker, or suicide letter.
I don't really have much of a problem with that, anymore.
IVIasterJay said
His motive is to become the strongest, no matter what he has to do to achieve that, in order to be like his mother, or rather the idea of his mother that his mind has built up over the years into some infinitely powerful badass explorer. He thinks that she'll reappear or something equally unlikely if he becomes as strong as he thinks she is (or was, but he doesn't like to think about that possibility).
Hm... following in a parent's footsteps may work. Proving strength to bring back a parent is an idea I haven't heard for a while...
Accepted, although barely. Make sure to pick up on becoming the strongest when meeting Card's character.
Evanist said
Kabling, it was just to respond.... Nothing else there. Sorry -.-.
You responded for about half a page. Was patience involved in this?
IVIasterJay said
(._. ) But Grim isn't supposed to be a villain, just evil and ambitious. Well, he might do some bad things if the opportunity presents itself, but only if it benefits him. He's an antagonist, not a villain, since he hasn't done anything truly bad.
I believe Lugia wants a proper motive for his behaviour, rather than just choosing to be mischievous.
Pokemon's Awakening
Urgh. I had gotten so bored of the same Magikarp dodging death at every peck and claw. It was as if even Hell didn't want him, letting him survive for an unusual amount of ti-
My God. I couldn't even remember how long I was out for. The sun was still up and ripping through leaves, but it was obviously in another position in the sky. I've always wondered what's above the clouds, but now would be an inappropriate time. I was getting away from my bigoted community of plants... sure, they wouldn't chase me. Not this far out here at least. However, should night come, I'd be going against whatever the Birchwood Forest felt like throwing at me; bushes intimidated me like cannons, with trees providing camouflage against the things above. Now, I felt what Davis had to go through when such a thing I made was pointed at him. Sure, it was empty, but it did get him into some sort of a fit.
Like I was saying... the sun had moved considerably. The Pidgey (or whatever Pokemon; I was hazy from tiredness) had since left, whilst the Magikarp was happily bouncing around as if nothing bad had just happened... at least, according to my time-lapse. "What the fu...?" Did that Pidgey get bored, or something? I had some clues to what had happened earlier; I was half-awake when some weird snake came along. After some words and maybe some action against the bronze Pidgey, it had left... or, it may have been something us. The problem was that I had rather a bad memory at that period, because I wasn't fully awake. What? Davis got me up at 4 am to share some of his odd contraptions from the... humen era? The point was, you didn't have good memory within the hour you got up, especially that early.
"Hey!"
I would've said that, but instead, I was slowly trailing the aforementioned walking, brown and ceramic pot. With bad memory came a short period of luck as I had witnessed a pot pass by my sleeping bush earlier, recognising it as a Turtwig despite its... well, I hadn't seen an actual Turtwig before. Despite grass-type Pokemon residing in my community, not all lived there. A Turtwig was one of the few who chose to stay away. I looked up at the sky once more, ignoring leaves as an opening revealed itself; the sun hadn't moved an centimeter, according to my memory before fainting of boredom. It was the way I was facing it that had given the illusion that hours passed, when really I had woken up about 5 minutes after sleeping.
Creepily (as much as me stalking the Turtwig), no wild Pokemon seemed to attack me or the stranger. His flicker of a badge revealed his affiliation, the group I was willing to join that would possibly help track down Davis... but, only when I had enough experience would be up to that task. Frankly, it would be too dangerous to go outside alone. This guy was new, but he managed to best some Pokemon by the looks of it. Some rough marks were evident of this, clearly not disturbing him. As for me, the most I did was doing a back-flip to another Pidgey. And slam a Caterpie into a boulder. And scare away a Scatterbug back into its darkened bush.
Eventually, signs of civilisation cut out leaves and bushes, the border of Birchwood Forest abruptly ending at Allure Town. Stupidly, I took to following him rather than the deadly path, because he went around in circles and zig-zags as I sniggered at him. Heck, I had to witness 4 U-turns before he was on track. Without realising his badge had that handy teleportation device, described in detail by some fanboy Sunkern in my old village. If I was blind, I'd do better than him navigating the place, depending on how stable the geography of Birchwood Forest was. I may had also required Davis to whisper me directions, but... he wasn't exactly around. In fact, my lack of will to find him probably increases the chance of not finding him again... at about 400%. Intimidating as that statistic was, Davis himself pointed that out to me after I feigned laziness, slumping on the sofa composed of Mareep wool. Now, I was actually rather lazy, only floating to get away from racists and boredom.
I had nearly lost track of the Turtwig, following him for an estimated 30 minutes. I wasn't going to be deterred easily, despite the nice one-story buildings around, wrapped up with market stools and large overhangs. It was a hot day, and the sun had lowered in accordance to the 'Solar System.' (Yeah, thanks Davis for teaching me 'astronomy' without proper education; you couldn't even figure out what else was outside the 'Earth.') Most were bustling, but the occasional one was ignored, accidentally imitating prejudice. Nobody really wanted to be around a Muk or Sliggoo due to general self-hygiene of most other Pokemon. They weren't as slimy, beautiful and se-
I'm sorry, what? I feared I was getting off-topic. Oh yeah: ...as them. I turned my eye away, myself probably no better than the plants at my old community. I could see the Turtwig was entering a large building by thrusting the door inwards, the whole place taller than me and giving me a headache - I had to tilt my eye way back. My pupil obviously couldn't tolerate the sun too well, despite getting adjusted to reflections of magnets and own body. Heck, it was as if the sun had the same magnetic pole as my eye. Due to this, I could only describe the lower half of... Arnold's guild; it had some pink, windows arranged as an entire row- blast it. I wouldn't be able to see for much longer.
After stupidly causing... er... fine. What happened was, I had accidentally knocked over the Turtwig, who was busy arguing with a blue bubble frog. He started rolling, and impacted a little group of Pokemon like bowling pins. One of the pins had grasped a Pokemon's fur as support, getting a shock and letting loose some berries from the pin's bag. Meanwhile, the Turtwig had somehow rolled from the floor onto a couch, causing a patient Braixen to yelp in pain as she set fire to the couch. The Turtwig quickly squashed some berries as another pin had been knocked over him again, knocking over a jug of water in climax to the Turtwig spinning out of control...
"Oh, Mac! That's the second time you've done this! Get that leg of yours fixed, otherwise you're gonna crush everyone in this floor!" Thankfully it all worked out in the end. The Turtwig's motion had knocked the jug towards the couch, extinguishing it. Some water in the air had cleaned up the floor and the Turtwig itself, despite the wet mess... Uh, never-mind that. I quickly barged into a random door for cover as the Turtwig attempted to lay blame on me. Sure, it was my fault, but I didn't want to get fired before even signing up. But, I had landed myself into even more trouble.
I had gone from the lobby to upstairs to the guildmaster's room. You could tell it was because it was actually clean, in contrast to the messy, stacked and cramped rooms of the guild. "Er... they're causing a riot down there. Don't ask." My only response, made nervously whilst I attempted to show grief. Probably my last around here.
Urgh. I had gotten so bored of the same Magikarp dodging death at every peck and claw. It was as if even Hell didn't want him, letting him survive for an unusual amount of ti-
My God. I couldn't even remember how long I was out for. The sun was still up and ripping through leaves, but it was obviously in another position in the sky. I've always wondered what's above the clouds, but now would be an inappropriate time. I was getting away from my bigoted community of plants... sure, they wouldn't chase me. Not this far out here at least. However, should night come, I'd be going against whatever the Birchwood Forest felt like throwing at me; bushes intimidated me like cannons, with trees providing camouflage against the things above. Now, I felt what Davis had to go through when such a thing I made was pointed at him. Sure, it was empty, but it did get him into some sort of a fit.
Like I was saying... the sun had moved considerably. The Pidgey (or whatever Pokemon; I was hazy from tiredness) had since left, whilst the Magikarp was happily bouncing around as if nothing bad had just happened... at least, according to my time-lapse. "What the fu...?" Did that Pidgey get bored, or something? I had some clues to what had happened earlier; I was half-awake when some weird snake came along. After some words and maybe some action against the bronze Pidgey, it had left... or, it may have been something us. The problem was that I had rather a bad memory at that period, because I wasn't fully awake. What? Davis got me up at 4 am to share some of his odd contraptions from the... humen era? The point was, you didn't have good memory within the hour you got up, especially that early.
"Hey!"
I would've said that, but instead, I was slowly trailing the aforementioned walking, brown and ceramic pot. With bad memory came a short period of luck as I had witnessed a pot pass by my sleeping bush earlier, recognising it as a Turtwig despite its... well, I hadn't seen an actual Turtwig before. Despite grass-type Pokemon residing in my community, not all lived there. A Turtwig was one of the few who chose to stay away. I looked up at the sky once more, ignoring leaves as an opening revealed itself; the sun hadn't moved an centimeter, according to my memory before fainting of boredom. It was the way I was facing it that had given the illusion that hours passed, when really I had woken up about 5 minutes after sleeping.
Creepily (as much as me stalking the Turtwig), no wild Pokemon seemed to attack me or the stranger. His flicker of a badge revealed his affiliation, the group I was willing to join that would possibly help track down Davis... but, only when I had enough experience would be up to that task. Frankly, it would be too dangerous to go outside alone. This guy was new, but he managed to best some Pokemon by the looks of it. Some rough marks were evident of this, clearly not disturbing him. As for me, the most I did was doing a back-flip to another Pidgey. And slam a Caterpie into a boulder. And scare away a Scatterbug back into its darkened bush.
Eventually, signs of civilisation cut out leaves and bushes, the border of Birchwood Forest abruptly ending at Allure Town. Stupidly, I took to following him rather than the deadly path, because he went around in circles and zig-zags as I sniggered at him. Heck, I had to witness 4 U-turns before he was on track. Without realising his badge had that handy teleportation device, described in detail by some fanboy Sunkern in my old village. If I was blind, I'd do better than him navigating the place, depending on how stable the geography of Birchwood Forest was. I may had also required Davis to whisper me directions, but... he wasn't exactly around. In fact, my lack of will to find him probably increases the chance of not finding him again... at about 400%. Intimidating as that statistic was, Davis himself pointed that out to me after I feigned laziness, slumping on the sofa composed of Mareep wool. Now, I was actually rather lazy, only floating to get away from racists and boredom.
I had nearly lost track of the Turtwig, following him for an estimated 30 minutes. I wasn't going to be deterred easily, despite the nice one-story buildings around, wrapped up with market stools and large overhangs. It was a hot day, and the sun had lowered in accordance to the 'Solar System.' (Yeah, thanks Davis for teaching me 'astronomy' without proper education; you couldn't even figure out what else was outside the 'Earth.') Most were bustling, but the occasional one was ignored, accidentally imitating prejudice. Nobody really wanted to be around a Muk or Sliggoo due to general self-hygiene of most other Pokemon. They weren't as slimy, beautiful and se-
I'm sorry, what? I feared I was getting off-topic. Oh yeah: ...as them. I turned my eye away, myself probably no better than the plants at my old community. I could see the Turtwig was entering a large building by thrusting the door inwards, the whole place taller than me and giving me a headache - I had to tilt my eye way back. My pupil obviously couldn't tolerate the sun too well, despite getting adjusted to reflections of magnets and own body. Heck, it was as if the sun had the same magnetic pole as my eye. Due to this, I could only describe the lower half of... Arnold's guild; it had some pink, windows arranged as an entire row- blast it. I wouldn't be able to see for much longer.
After stupidly causing... er... fine. What happened was, I had accidentally knocked over the Turtwig, who was busy arguing with a blue bubble frog. He started rolling, and impacted a little group of Pokemon like bowling pins. One of the pins had grasped a Pokemon's fur as support, getting a shock and letting loose some berries from the pin's bag. Meanwhile, the Turtwig had somehow rolled from the floor onto a couch, causing a patient Braixen to yelp in pain as she set fire to the couch. The Turtwig quickly squashed some berries as another pin had been knocked over him again, knocking over a jug of water in climax to the Turtwig spinning out of control...
"Oh, Mac! That's the second time you've done this! Get that leg of yours fixed, otherwise you're gonna crush everyone in this floor!" Thankfully it all worked out in the end. The Turtwig's motion had knocked the jug towards the couch, extinguishing it. Some water in the air had cleaned up the floor and the Turtwig itself, despite the wet mess... Uh, never-mind that. I quickly barged into a random door for cover as the Turtwig attempted to lay blame on me. Sure, it was my fault, but I didn't want to get fired before even signing up. But, I had landed myself into even more trouble.
I had gone from the lobby to upstairs to the guildmaster's room. You could tell it was because it was actually clean, in contrast to the messy, stacked and cramped rooms of the guild. "Er... they're causing a riot down there. Don't ask." My only response, made nervously whilst I attempted to show grief. Probably my last around here.
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