Eh, I've edited two posts to reflect this.
Also, online indicator please unless you want me to freak out over it.
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Time flies, right?
25/06/2024
25/06/2024
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I thought I said earlier that M had it orbiting around him.
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12 weeks of constant school is so stressful. Especially if you've been coughing for about 7 weeks.
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12 weeks of constant school is so stressful. Especially if you've been coughing for about 7 weeks.
Keep close eye
I was suddenly paranoid. "Oh... yes, greetings." As soon as I figured that anagram out, I felt as if everything was watching me. From a statue, to an occasional glance of a Pokemon, to even my own team members. It wasn't easy going around if you could see your own reflection in windows, which were placed in a typical orderly fashion in Arnold's guild. Or the Pokes floating around you, constantly staring at you... I would've started screaming had the lobby been more packed with Pokemon.
Even then, I was seemingly flickering arcs of electricity more often than usual. To myself at least, because I didn't know if the frequency had increased or not. I wished Davis never left, or never got those damned morse code messages... "Well, to you all of course. Celes, Spruce's... step... cousin... thrice removed... godbrother... something Anthony. The rest of you I'd greet, had I paid more attention to your names in the cave."
Perhaps I was overreacting. This wasn't common, but it was certainly alarming enough to petrify me. Sure, I had difficulty comprehending who took my hat for a week... or, why a favourite Sitrus berry of mine was removed from its rightful place. (I can guarantee it wasn't going to rot if encased in ice, but that would be assuming ice never melts. I personally blame the sun for this.)
I was suddenly paranoid. "Oh... yes, greetings." As soon as I figured that anagram out, I felt as if everything was watching me. From a statue, to an occasional glance of a Pokemon, to even my own team members. It wasn't easy going around if you could see your own reflection in windows, which were placed in a typical orderly fashion in Arnold's guild. Or the Pokes floating around you, constantly staring at you... I would've started screaming had the lobby been more packed with Pokemon.
Even then, I was seemingly flickering arcs of electricity more often than usual. To myself at least, because I didn't know if the frequency had increased or not. I wished Davis never left, or never got those damned morse code messages... "Well, to you all of course. Celes, Spruce's... step... cousin... thrice removed... godbrother... something Anthony. The rest of you I'd greet, had I paid more attention to your names in the cave."
Perhaps I was overreacting. This wasn't common, but it was certainly alarming enough to petrify me. Sure, I had difficulty comprehending who took my hat for a week... or, why a favourite Sitrus berry of mine was removed from its rightful place. (I can guarantee it wasn't going to rot if encased in ice, but that would be assuming ice never melts. I personally blame the sun for this.)
Just... one more week...
Why won't our longest term end already?
Why won't our longest term end already?
Eh. I'll see what I can do for now.
Just pretend he doesn't having anything floating around him, apart from his own 135 Poke.
Just pretend he doesn't having anything floating around him, apart from his own 135 Poke.
It's implied he gave it back, despite the rudeness of others.
In other words, it worked in my head because I was up late.
In other words, it worked in my head because I was up late.
Uh, no.
He gave them back to everyone.
He gave them back to everyone.
I don't know why you guys weren't included in my post, but I do know I had to post this very late at night.
Could you respect my wishes? I don't want to edit an IC post to my original IC post, not with the little time I'm currently very stressed with.
...don't say you're waiting for me when I do get time, because it's more of a post gone to waste. I'm not going through that ruckus again.
Could you respect my wishes? I don't want to edit an IC post to my original IC post, not with the little time I'm currently very stressed with.
...don't say you're waiting for me when I do get time, because it's more of a post gone to waste. I'm not going through that ruckus again.
Would someone like to explain how my character's approach to Spruce and Celes was ignored? Or rather unnoticed to put it in more polite terms.
'Cause, I'm not typing another high-casual/advanced/hardcore post to reach you guys. Again.
'Cause, I'm not typing another high-casual/advanced/hardcore post to reach you guys. Again.
Hm...
"...and here's 682 Poke." I did not expect that my magnetism would end up attracting hundreds of Poke. I had about 2,236 Poke from several parties who had teleported into the large room recently. I didn't lose my cool from the intimidation, and just let the Poke orbit around me as a way of coping. Of course, as expected, nobody really believed it was accidental. So, with my analytical ability, I managed to pick out the amount of Pokes taken from certain Pokemon and return it to them. Some were honest, some weren't. Heck, even the officer in the room at the time was kind enough to pull away some unarceusly Pokemon, without even giving them cuts or injuries. Aside from bruises, but you got my point.
I returned 135 Poke to Kamina, left 135 Poke to myself, and gave back at least 1,500 Pokes. I had... 466 Pokes left. As frustrated as I felt, I wasn't going back to my team mates any time soon.
"Hey! I had 500 Pokes!"
"Do the math. Or better, keep track of your Pokes." After about two more minutes, I was out of there, with Pokes of mine and Spruce's jiggling around. Two large doors to suit bigger Pokemon (which still didn't fit some, as they had to crouch) and I was in the open world. Oh... I hate late afternoons. They just feel bad in general. I wish I thought that to be more normal. Instead, I thought: Seek El Eco yep. That itself didn't make sense. A code in a code was annoying as it is, but of course I would've had Davis figure it out for me. Unfortunately, he wasn't here. So, I was figuring it myself as I bumped into occasional Pokemon, unaware of my surroundings. Perfectly normal buildings seemed unnatural in a way. "Watch it!" I dazily said, settling down on a chair whilst catching a Honedge's raspberry. "Kids..." I muttered, slightly jealous of his decorated and shining holster.
Cop Eek see Lye
El poke sec eye
Peck eye leose
Okay, that was fraudulent Spansih, or whatever. I just thought I had an idea from the word 'El.' "Oh, grow up already." I groaned, ready to repulse the annoying, dagger-sized Honedge away in five seconds.
"Whatcha gonna do?" Suddenly, parent turns up in this small alley by passing through a little crowd that had followed her. Obviously, she had more decorations than the little kid. Seemed strict, as well as influential. She also had this odd notepad with... scribbles, as well as names from other Pokemon. Who did that? Teachers? Davis would point out how mainstream education died out decades ago. "Marshall, please don't hassle the bigger boy."
"Madam, I'm only... er..." I had forgotten my age. Both 'biologically' and chronically. I lost count because I spent A LONG time in that house... "Okay, I see why you have reason to believe I'm young. But I'm not, really!"
"Oh, you poor thing. I'd love to support you, but... I'm kinda busy with my son." She wasn't joking. Both of them looking richer than me. Fancy tassels, son's holster made from refined metals... well, I got some metals that were obviously not refined. Just smelted into an alloy. Plus, they were dulling rather quickly, if not getting noticeably etched by claw marks. "You know, he was recently born-"
"You can't catch me, you can't catch me!" Urgh. His frequency of voice was getting to me, like a chainsaw... how could that filthy rich woman handle that little rascal!?
"I can see that. Keep a close eye on him, otherwise he's gonna cause a lot of trouble." I said, calmly, somehow. Because something amazing was happening in my mind...
Keep close eye
"Jesus [EXPLETIVE]ing Christ!" I quickly popped out of my seat, to the shock of the mother and son, and zoomed off towards the pair that were Celes and Spruce. Because, she was about to smack me, or berate me. Either way, I wanted to get away.
A simple jolt of speed was all that I required. I was at (what would be considered) a walking pace by the time I reached them.
"...and here's 682 Poke." I did not expect that my magnetism would end up attracting hundreds of Poke. I had about 2,236 Poke from several parties who had teleported into the large room recently. I didn't lose my cool from the intimidation, and just let the Poke orbit around me as a way of coping. Of course, as expected, nobody really believed it was accidental. So, with my analytical ability, I managed to pick out the amount of Pokes taken from certain Pokemon and return it to them. Some were honest, some weren't. Heck, even the officer in the room at the time was kind enough to pull away some unarceusly Pokemon, without even giving them cuts or injuries. Aside from bruises, but you got my point.
I returned 135 Poke to Kamina, left 135 Poke to myself, and gave back at least 1,500 Pokes. I had... 466 Pokes left. As frustrated as I felt, I wasn't going back to my team mates any time soon.
"Hey! I had 500 Pokes!"
"Do the math. Or better, keep track of your Pokes." After about two more minutes, I was out of there, with Pokes of mine and Spruce's jiggling around. Two large doors to suit bigger Pokemon (which still didn't fit some, as they had to crouch) and I was in the open world. Oh... I hate late afternoons. They just feel bad in general. I wish I thought that to be more normal. Instead, I thought: Seek El Eco yep. That itself didn't make sense. A code in a code was annoying as it is, but of course I would've had Davis figure it out for me. Unfortunately, he wasn't here. So, I was figuring it myself as I bumped into occasional Pokemon, unaware of my surroundings. Perfectly normal buildings seemed unnatural in a way. "Watch it!" I dazily said, settling down on a chair whilst catching a Honedge's raspberry. "Kids..." I muttered, slightly jealous of his decorated and shining holster.
Cop Eek see Lye
El poke sec eye
Peck eye leose
Okay, that was fraudulent Spansih, or whatever. I just thought I had an idea from the word 'El.' "Oh, grow up already." I groaned, ready to repulse the annoying, dagger-sized Honedge away in five seconds.
"Whatcha gonna do?" Suddenly, parent turns up in this small alley by passing through a little crowd that had followed her. Obviously, she had more decorations than the little kid. Seemed strict, as well as influential. She also had this odd notepad with... scribbles, as well as names from other Pokemon. Who did that? Teachers? Davis would point out how mainstream education died out decades ago. "Marshall, please don't hassle the bigger boy."
"Madam, I'm only... er..." I had forgotten my age. Both 'biologically' and chronically. I lost count because I spent A LONG time in that house... "Okay, I see why you have reason to believe I'm young. But I'm not, really!"
"Oh, you poor thing. I'd love to support you, but... I'm kinda busy with my son." She wasn't joking. Both of them looking richer than me. Fancy tassels, son's holster made from refined metals... well, I got some metals that were obviously not refined. Just smelted into an alloy. Plus, they were dulling rather quickly, if not getting noticeably etched by claw marks. "You know, he was recently born-"
"You can't catch me, you can't catch me!" Urgh. His frequency of voice was getting to me, like a chainsaw... how could that filthy rich woman handle that little rascal!?
"I can see that. Keep a close eye on him, otherwise he's gonna cause a lot of trouble." I said, calmly, somehow. Because something amazing was happening in my mind...
Keep close eye
"Jesus [EXPLETIVE]ing Christ!" I quickly popped out of my seat, to the shock of the mother and son, and zoomed off towards the pair that were Celes and Spruce. Because, she was about to smack me, or berate me. Either way, I wanted to get away.
A simple jolt of speed was all that I required. I was at (what would be considered) a walking pace by the time I reached them.
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