KaBling
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Time flies, right?
25/06/2024
25/06/2024
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We can either delete the current OP so that Lugia can edit freely, or switch the two posts.
Well, we're getting hidden.
Time to start a new RP and link the old IC to the new one.
Time to start a new RP and link the old IC to the new one.
One o' these two:
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/forums/36
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/forums/9
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/forums/36
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/forums/9
Go ask the admins for a fix. Say you want to remove the applications and dungeons.
Well, actually reserve the Grim Darkwood app for later.
Well, actually reserve the Grim Darkwood app for later.
I know that. I simply left '[hider=' uncompleted so I could return to the OP, and copy the dungeons and apps.
Other than that, I'm finished. I also happened to fix up a bit of awkward grammar in the dungeon section.
Other than that, I'm finished. I also happened to fix up a bit of awkward grammar in the dungeon section.
I've gotten all the apps.
I'll see what I can do with the dungeons.
I'll see what I can do with the dungeons.
Lugia, utilize your staff effectively.
As in, listen to Evanist. I'll hold the apps in my post.
As in, listen to Evanist. I'll hold the apps in my post.
Eh... I'm finding a problem with the app.
I don't really think there's a gate at Arnold's guild. You know, I expected normal, wide wooden doors with plain walls and floors. Plus, I think only Arnold and Archie can accept members (as in, there seems to be something off about their tone of speech in your character's biography).
Recap:
-Milloon fled community over discrimination
-Celes escaped from childhood home
-Spruce chose mission before meeting Celes
-Milloon fought a Pidgey somewhat associated with Spruce's objective
-Spruce and Celes go back to the guild, after completing their objective
-Milloon follows a Pokemon into the guild - unintentionally causes carnage, before joining Spruce and Celes
-Kamina joins Spruce's group
-All four embark on a mission to defeat a criminal Mudkip
-Two others (as in, roleplayers) embark on a mission to find a hostage Emolga, who us currently taken hostage by the Mudkip
-All current roleplayers meet up and fight off wild Pokemon, before defeating the Mudkip's associate Anthony
-Fight off more wild Pokemon, 'hired' by Mudkip; Anthony realises what's happening before fighting for the roleplayers
-Mission objectives completed, before returning to the guild
-Milloon has a bad dream/remembers something bad
I'm a bit skeptical of when Celes (Evanist) met Spruce (Lugia). Plus, I kinda forgot what happened after Milloon's 'dream.'
I don't really think there's a gate at Arnold's guild. You know, I expected normal, wide wooden doors with plain walls and floors. Plus, I think only Arnold and Archie can accept members (as in, there seems to be something off about their tone of speech in your character's biography).
Recap:
-Milloon fled community over discrimination
-Celes escaped from childhood home
-Spruce chose mission before meeting Celes
-Milloon fought a Pidgey somewhat associated with Spruce's objective
-Spruce and Celes go back to the guild, after completing their objective
-Milloon follows a Pokemon into the guild - unintentionally causes carnage, before joining Spruce and Celes
-Kamina joins Spruce's group
-All four embark on a mission to defeat a criminal Mudkip
-Two others (as in, roleplayers) embark on a mission to find a hostage Emolga, who us currently taken hostage by the Mudkip
-All current roleplayers meet up and fight off wild Pokemon, before defeating the Mudkip's associate Anthony
-Fight off more wild Pokemon, 'hired' by Mudkip; Anthony realises what's happening before fighting for the roleplayers
-Mission objectives completed, before returning to the guild
-Milloon has a bad dream/remembers something bad
I'm a bit skeptical of when Celes (Evanist) met Spruce (Lugia). Plus, I kinda forgot what happened after Milloon's 'dream.'
Sorry, couldn't be bothered to reconnect old computer for Internet access in the morning.
((As awkward as this post may seem, I needed some time to respond to Evanist's post earlier, to which I wasn't allocated any during to my absence.))
I couldn't stop thinking negatively at myself. That dream obviously had something to do with Davis, but thanks to myself, I screwed up. Went off-topic and left little for that Porygon to respond. He wasn't Davis after all, despite the name in his anagram. Something was terribly wrong, and a cover-up couldn't be coincidental. Why erase my memories of last night? Sure, a message was sent, but then erasing it would've been pretty stupid.
"Hmmm...?" I slowly floated upwards, attracting bits of lint. Like many others in the room, I had heard some rather damaging rumours. I wasn't tired; rather, I wasn't used to the concept of sleep. Someone forced me into bed. I felt nauseated when echoes of voices talking about scarves and disappearing Pokemon began ringing in my head. Then it struck to me like last night - I had a concussion. Heh; the last time I had a concussion was when I was barged into a tree, when floating upwards to reach a seemingly-glowing Sitrus berry. I wearyingly managed to hover out the room, forcing off lint and some fur. Fur? What the...? I was shocked to find fur on myself. No, I wasn't growing any. Rather, someone had slept on my bed while I was getting bashed in my head. Upon close inspection, the colours of red and dark brown had reflected in the sunlight edging off my magnets. "I suppose some people are that desperate for a place to sleep." I came to a shoddy conclusion that I knew was wrong. Yet, what could I do about it? Was I assaulted in bed by a Pokemon with fur? That conclusion was the best one, and it also happened to suit myself.
"Eh... my head." I muttered, dragging myself from the once-crowded corridors of Arnold's guild. "Morning." It often annoyed me how just one word was acceptable for greetings. I expected more effort going in their acknowledgement of others. At least until now, when I experienced first-hand why they often didn't even bother. "I think I was assaulted in the lobby, because I've got a concussion and can't remember what I did for 30 minutes that night."
"That brings me to the present." With strength in my rotation, I reluctantly (in dull pain) turned to Celes, who fashioned a handmade-scarf, crafted by... Spruce, by the looks of it. "Celes, would you please explain - KINDLY, because I've got a concussion - why there's a bounty out for your head? (Or something; I haven't been remembering things well lately.)"
I couldn't stop thinking negatively at myself. That dream obviously had something to do with Davis, but thanks to myself, I screwed up. Went off-topic and left little for that Porygon to respond. He wasn't Davis after all, despite the name in his anagram. Something was terribly wrong, and a cover-up couldn't be coincidental. Why erase my memories of last night? Sure, a message was sent, but then erasing it would've been pretty stupid.
"Hmmm...?" I slowly floated upwards, attracting bits of lint. Like many others in the room, I had heard some rather damaging rumours. I wasn't tired; rather, I wasn't used to the concept of sleep. Someone forced me into bed. I felt nauseated when echoes of voices talking about scarves and disappearing Pokemon began ringing in my head. Then it struck to me like last night - I had a concussion. Heh; the last time I had a concussion was when I was barged into a tree, when floating upwards to reach a seemingly-glowing Sitrus berry. I wearyingly managed to hover out the room, forcing off lint and some fur. Fur? What the...? I was shocked to find fur on myself. No, I wasn't growing any. Rather, someone had slept on my bed while I was getting bashed in my head. Upon close inspection, the colours of red and dark brown had reflected in the sunlight edging off my magnets. "I suppose some people are that desperate for a place to sleep." I came to a shoddy conclusion that I knew was wrong. Yet, what could I do about it? Was I assaulted in bed by a Pokemon with fur? That conclusion was the best one, and it also happened to suit myself.
"Eh... my head." I muttered, dragging myself from the once-crowded corridors of Arnold's guild. "Morning." It often annoyed me how just one word was acceptable for greetings. I expected more effort going in their acknowledgement of others. At least until now, when I experienced first-hand why they often didn't even bother. "I think I was assaulted in the lobby, because I've got a concussion and can't remember what I did for 30 minutes that night."
"That brings me to the present." With strength in my rotation, I reluctantly (in dull pain) turned to Celes, who fashioned a handmade-scarf, crafted by... Spruce, by the looks of it. "Celes, would you please explain - KINDLY, because I've got a concussion - why there's a bounty out for your head? (Or something; I haven't been remembering things well lately.)"
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