...I mean the group my character's sticking with.
Anyway, hopefully I can maintain a posting schedule when my holidays come around.
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Time flies, right?
25/06/2024
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Well. There goes character development.
As in, my character debating whether to listen to the authorities and turn in Celes, or doing nothing and protecting her.
Please. Don't post so much. I still have four more days until my two weeks of holidays start.
As a result of this, I've lost my main track of idea for my post, so I gotta rethink this over. Which takes a while.
As in, my character debating whether to listen to the authorities and turn in Celes, or doing nothing and protecting her.
Please. Don't post so much. I still have four more days until my two weeks of holidays start.
As a result of this, I've lost my main track of idea for my post, so I gotta rethink this over. Which takes a while.
30 minutes. Unaccounted for. What did I do? My dream...
I was in a room. Similar to the lobby, only void of furniture and considerably smaller. Enough to seem small, not enough to make a claustrophobic Dragonite panic. I heard some faint music, not unlike 'jass.' Despite my movement around the room, the music didn't get louder or quieter. I sighed, wondering why my little radar dish was a 1690's hat, a short brim covering the top of my vision. SHORT, not those weird long feds. It wasn't long until I realised I was in a 'noir' setting. After all, most of the humen stories Davis told me were about those. Occasional sci-fi, horror- oh crap.
"Greetings!" My dream (which seemed impossible, since I never really dreamed) was pretty screwed up at this point. I was facing the back of the room, realising how most the doors were padlocked and chained, like some paranoid preacher just did an inspection. I shuddered, turning around to see... well, a Porygon. The other half of the lobby was now... er, I couldn't exactly describe it. Think of a low-resolution photo, with pixels with contrasting colours. The way he faced me was just shocking, as in he looked 2-dimensional, but ALWAYS faced me if I were to move around. Walls, ceiling and floors weren't the same, having those low-resolution photo pixels but not facing me, unlike the Porygon.
"Er... eh- yes." I pretended as if I wasn't terrified. If anything, that could've caused a nightmare.
"My name is Visda-"
"OH GOD, VISTA!?" That didn't come from me. That came from... nowhere. We both looked around frantically looking for the source of the voice, before settling our eyes on each other.
"...okay. How about 'Miles?' Does that sound reasonable?" The Porygon asked. He bore a resemblance to Davis, with a scar covering his right leg - but Davis had a crack running from his back to his chest, originating from a circular wound on his back.
"Get to the point. I don't need a name, because I already know that's just a shoddy anagram for 'Davis.' This dream's covering what happened in the last 30 mi- God damn it." I couldn't spoil my dream any further. This was a memory I was reenacting (plus a dream), and anymore distractions from what possibly occurred would damage the reliability of my memory/dream.
"Huh? Whatever. I came here to protect-" He suddenly beeped, as if activating a censor. "-because of your outburst. You knew he was here. He was supposed to be with ME!"
"God damn it." I muttered, getting sunlight into my eye. Someone forgot to close the curtains again, apparently leaving it open to gaze at stars. "I wonder what the hell was all that for. Wiping my memory and making little sense." I said, rather quietly before rolling onto my back.
I was in a room. Similar to the lobby, only void of furniture and considerably smaller. Enough to seem small, not enough to make a claustrophobic Dragonite panic. I heard some faint music, not unlike 'jass.' Despite my movement around the room, the music didn't get louder or quieter. I sighed, wondering why my little radar dish was a 1690's hat, a short brim covering the top of my vision. SHORT, not those weird long feds. It wasn't long until I realised I was in a 'noir' setting. After all, most of the humen stories Davis told me were about those. Occasional sci-fi, horror- oh crap.
"Greetings!" My dream (which seemed impossible, since I never really dreamed) was pretty screwed up at this point. I was facing the back of the room, realising how most the doors were padlocked and chained, like some paranoid preacher just did an inspection. I shuddered, turning around to see... well, a Porygon. The other half of the lobby was now... er, I couldn't exactly describe it. Think of a low-resolution photo, with pixels with contrasting colours. The way he faced me was just shocking, as in he looked 2-dimensional, but ALWAYS faced me if I were to move around. Walls, ceiling and floors weren't the same, having those low-resolution photo pixels but not facing me, unlike the Porygon.
"Er... eh- yes." I pretended as if I wasn't terrified. If anything, that could've caused a nightmare.
"My name is Visda-"
"OH GOD, VISTA!?" That didn't come from me. That came from... nowhere. We both looked around frantically looking for the source of the voice, before settling our eyes on each other.
"...okay. How about 'Miles?' Does that sound reasonable?" The Porygon asked. He bore a resemblance to Davis, with a scar covering his right leg - but Davis had a crack running from his back to his chest, originating from a circular wound on his back.
"Get to the point. I don't need a name, because I already know that's just a shoddy anagram for 'Davis.' This dream's covering what happened in the last 30 mi- God damn it." I couldn't spoil my dream any further. This was a memory I was reenacting (plus a dream), and anymore distractions from what possibly occurred would damage the reliability of my memory/dream.
"Huh? Whatever. I came here to protect-" He suddenly beeped, as if activating a censor. "-because of your outburst. You knew he was here. He was supposed to be with ME!"
"God damn it." I muttered, getting sunlight into my eye. Someone forgot to close the curtains again, apparently leaving it open to gaze at stars. "I wonder what the hell was all that for. Wiping my memory and making little sense." I said, rather quietly before rolling onto my back.
Personality check for characters in Evanist's post: I have no idea. I have trouble picking out personalities in people, let alone fictional characters.
[REDACTED] (or at least comparable) song for [REDACTED] or [REDACTED] after he [DATA EXPUNGED] before leaving.
Sorry mates, not letting anyone figure out my own [REDACTED] of this RP. Maybe the lyrics can provide clues, but I can't exactly say a lot.
>was supposed to add several [REDACTED] to IC
>couldn't be bothered and world shouldn't really revolve around character
>couldn't be bothered and world shouldn't really revolve around character
After a brief moment of awkwardness, I was surprised to find Spruce grabbing some Pokes from me with his leafy green hands. I initially thought of something suspicious trying to rob me - like a Meowth - although I had realised a little too late that it was simply Spruce taking back his share of the Pokes. I didn't shout at him, rather grunted in surprise as I turned only slightly. "Wha- oh, yeah. I owed you some Pokes."
My paranoia faded away, as I could see nobody was around but us. I wasn't exactly crazy enough to think my own... acquaintances, were spies. I looked around to check again; a wrinkled couch was moved slightly, the big doors we came in were still open, the floor seemed a bit messy in some patches, covered with dust and bits of slime from not just Anthony. I saw all of that by simply turning my pupil from left to right rather slowly. Everyone was leaving two seconds later, leaving me alone.
"You can come out now." I said after the last Pokemon locked the doors and left, my voice echoing. "I know you're here."
No one. Perhaps I was going crazy over a simple message.
I didn't really care, falling onto my bed. Which was suspicious, as I couldn't remember what I was doing in the last half-hour.
My paranoia faded away, as I could see nobody was around but us. I wasn't exactly crazy enough to think my own... acquaintances, were spies. I looked around to check again; a wrinkled couch was moved slightly, the big doors we came in were still open, the floor seemed a bit messy in some patches, covered with dust and bits of slime from not just Anthony. I saw all of that by simply turning my pupil from left to right rather slowly. Everyone was leaving two seconds later, leaving me alone.
"You can come out now." I said after the last Pokemon locked the doors and left, my voice echoing. "I know you're here."
No one. Perhaps I was going crazy over a simple message.
I didn't really care, falling onto my bed. Which was suspicious, as I couldn't remember what I was doing in the last half-hour.
You don't appear to have.
Now to type some IC...
Now to type some IC...
Correction:
Relax, mate. I was tired the other day because my family decided printing documents was more important than my sleep. And maths internal.
Thankfully, everyone complained how hard it was, so we were allowed another 15 minutes.
Lugia said
Sorry about that everyone, I was tired all day yesterday thanks to my little brother Jake keeping me up until it was time to wake up with dumb things like 'Robert, turn off the light' 'Robert turn on the light', 'Robert, close the door'... so, I was basically asleep all day yesterday, and when I woke up, I was still tired.
Relax, mate. I was tired the other day because my family decided printing documents was more important than my sleep. And maths internal.
Thankfully, everyone complained how hard it was, so we were allowed another 15 minutes.
Well... no IC from anyone else?
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